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Bellatrix Black-Lestrange
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Name: Belltrix Lestrange
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Residence: 0.0 Umm...the Lestrange Estate. It doesn't exist in canon, but it's where I've had her live in the past.
Blood: Pure.
Wand: Ash wood, 12 inches, dragon heartstring core. Good for curses.
Occupation: Death Eater. Being known for what she is, Bella has no other occupation than serving her master. Before recently, she thought herself his most trusted servant.
Appearance: Heavily lidded eyes overshadow Bella's once striking features. Her time spent in Azkaban turned her into a gaunt woman with hollow cheeks and a palid complexion. She has long black hair which falls to just below her shoulders and is often wirey, fizzled and harsh-like in texture and appearance. It frames her face, softening her strong cheek bones and caressing her boney shoulders.
Standing at an impressive 5'11", Bella seems quite a bit taller than that because of her long, lean arms. Overall she is a fit person, although perhaps unhealthily skinny for the fifteen years she spent sitting in a cell being worn away by the Dementors. She still has an imperius presence, as of somebody who one would not like to see the wrong side of. In her black, plump-almond shaped eyes there is a glint of madness, and in the way she walks she simply seems like somebody who pleasures in pain.
The demented, sadistic look that comes to Bella's face when she hears the sweet sound of someone in agony is enough to give any man nightmares. Her mouth curves in the smallest of smiles and her eyes flash with the full depth of her insanity. But her expression is keen to turn to anger just as quick, at which point she becomes quiet, almost hysterical. Her body language is explosive one moment, closed off and secretive the next. Her lips perse in anger or her arms are flailed in absolute madness.
But there is more to be said on her imperius presence. Her demanding stance completely disappears the minute she sees her Master. Around him she is submissive, eager to please and ready to bow to the floor. She becomes, in stance, a nervous child, eager to please her parent for a prize. She looks upon her Master with worshipful eyes, her face littered with awe and devotion.
Her favorite clothes to don on any regular day are her long, loose black robes that hardly do a thing to compliment her worn figure. Though she is often time seen with her face covered by a white mask, she does not like this so much and only wears it to please her master. Usually she simply keeps a black hood over her eyes so that only the thin curve of her dark mouth can be seen. When she smiles, there is a haunting look about her, for her teeth, rather yellow, seem quite white in comparison to her garb.
Personality: One pleasant thing to say about Bella is that she is loyal to a fault. She'll do anything for what she believes in. She spent fifteen years in Azkaban, the most terrible and feared fortress imaginable, in which Dementors hang around and suck all the hope and happiness out of people, to serve what she believes in. She has killed, maimed, and completely destroyed her enemies, and takes quite a bit of pleasure in doing so. Her master is the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and she serves him with thoughts only of his success in mind.
And as said before, Bella takes pleasure in killing, maiming, and destroying her enemies. She understands what it means to cause somebody pain or to kill them, and enjoys doing so quite thoroughly. She has no qualms against torturing children, killing the defenseless or tormenting the helpless. She truly loathes muggles, believing because of what she was taught as a child that they are nothing more than filthy creatures. She firmly follows the ideal that if one is contaminated with muggle blood they are nothing more than dirt, and possibly much less. Bella has an inhuman capability to hate, and yet at the same time, she is able to love, or at least care a great deal for, those who follow the same path as she.
But that isn't to say she believes anybody to be as great as she is. The only human being superior to her is the Dark Lord, because he has power beyond her wildest dreams. She fancies herself second-in-command, although due to Snape's recent success in killing Albus Dumbledore she has found herself thrown to the side. Because of this, Bella hates Snape. And more, as well, for she still believes that he is not trustful. She resents him for the fifteen years of peace he lived, and she loathes the idea that the Dark Lord found his living in luxoury far more rewarding than her own drowning in hell.
Clearly shown, Bella is a jealous woman. It is amazing that she does not find herself jealous of the Dark Lord himself, but simply put, she cannot. She finds herself 'humbled' in his presence, and reveres him to the highest degree. She sees him as a God, almost, and is proud to serve for him and do as he commands. And indeed, Bella is a proud person. She is proud of all the deaths she has caused, she is proud of the pain. She feels accomplished at the very thought of doing something to aid the Dark Lord, that simply cannot be stressed enough. Her entire life is focused around him being the greatest, and she strives to make it known that she is his most faithful.
And being that she worships the Dark Lord as she does, there are quite a few people on Bella's list of unworthy scum who must die at all costs. Muggles, mudbloods, filthy half breeds and blood traitors in general aside, there are those who would find it better to die than to face her wrath. The few who manage to get onto Bella's personal list soon regret it. First on the list is Albus Dumbledore, who she hates because of her master's fear of him. She finds this man pathetic, and fears him as well. This did not, however, make her more inclined to appreciate Severus Snape when he killed the old fool. Indeed, it angered her considerably, for she had so deeply wanted to be the one. And then there is Potter, who she would love to be locked in a room with for a day. She would not kill him, oh no, for she respects and understands her master's wish to have the boy to himself. She would torment him, glory in all the people she killed and make sure that he felt guilty. And on down the list until there comes Lucius Malfoy. Yes, Bella was never very fond of her sister's choice of husband. She believed that Narcissa could have done sooo much better than the fool who was actually stupid enough to act on orders that the Dark Lord had not given in complete.
Those who can gain Bella's respect are dead, or worse. Her own husband, though, she agrees with completely. She loves to work with him, to plot out scenarios in which they can both cause much havoc and pain. But even then she is jealous whenever he appears to gain more in the Dark Lord's favour. She was glad to see Crouch Jr. fail, simply because she understood how much favor he might have gained. Though she appreciated his efforts in granting the Dark Lord his prey, she deeply regrets not being able to be the one who served her master. Yet she sees her time spent in Azkaban as completely worthwhile. She served the Dark Lord with her loyalty, and anybody who would say otherwise (Snape) deserves nothing but anguish and ultimately death.
There are many things which Bella is disgusted by. What has not been mentioned is her loathing of the Ministry. She finds such order, democracy, to be sickening and, simply put, wrong. She believes in tyranny, in which one (the Dark Lord) governs over the world and she serves right up there at the top. She follows the orders of the most powerful, and none more. Whatever system which the Ministry of Magic believes in faulty, in her opinion, for it grants no more power to the leader himself than to the people below him. Bella is ambitious to the core, and knows that if she is to serve near the top, there can be none other than the Dark Lord who conquer her obedience. The thought of listening to suggestions from the lesser people...it is unspeakable.
Around those who Bella may consider allies, fellow Deatheaters who live up to her standards, Bella is generally polite. She acts as if she believes herself to be better than they, for she does, but she treats them with remarkable kindness in comparison to how she treats the rest of the world. With the occasional sneer and jeer at their abilities, Bella finds it useless to converse unless she has something important to talk about. She does not bother with light-hearted subjects that wander away from her devotion to the Dark Lord. When she is forced to be near strangers, she keeps her head down and sneers to herself about how disgusting she finds them. That is, if she is not allowed to simply pull out her wand and slaughter everybody within the premisis. Bella is not one to let her pleasure of pain override her desire to serve the Dark Lord, though. If her master tells her not to harm Harry Potter, then all of her desire to do so is completely squashed.
But the rest of the world sees her as an evil mad woman, paranoid to boot. Everything that moves, if she cannot identify it immediatley, will find itself dead or stunned before they can blink if she senses their presence. She always seems to be tense, but when she is startled, she does not jump or scream, she curses. Countless animals or innocent bystanders have found themselves dead at her hand simply because they made one noise too many while in Bella's presence. And at the thought of flying (on such a completely random and off-topic note) Bella becomes annoyed and even more tense. She hates brooms, and would prefer to travel by almost any other means. Flying has always (or at least since the incident with a broom when she was very young) been something she would prefer to avoid, although, being prideful, she wouldn't admit it to anyone.
Which is also a very important thing to understand. Bella hates letting others know that she has her weaknesses...she would prefer to be known as the killer who fears nothing, who can kill without a moment's hesitation. And usually that is very true. But Bella very much fears death, brooms, and innocence. She has managed to make the fear into a sort of loathing, and whenever she sees innocence she kills it, whenever she is near a broom she is on the edge, constantly making snide-remarks, and whenever she is facing death, she laughs at the danger. And as for killing, there are times when Bella hesitates. Not because of her care for the people, oh no, but because she fears that she may be failing in killing them. What if the person she is killing has information that is vital to her staying alive or, more importantly, to the Dark Lord rising to gain more power?
Bella can cast a patronus, and it takes the shape of a giant snake, unsurprisingly. And too, she has faced a boggart, at which she saw the crumpled body of the Dark Lord, and when she failed to banish it, she saw him telling her that she had failed, and killing her. In her twisted mind, this would be the end of everything. She would not be able to bear any sort of existance, and so prefers to believe that if she dies, she passes away into nothing. Because being dead would mean that she had failed her master, and any sort of existance after death would be aganizingly pointless. So Bella is not the sort who would become a ghost after death.
But no matter what aspect of life Bella comes back to, there is always there, centered in her universe like the sun, her loyalty, devotion, and complete belief in the Dark Lord. Everything she does, or says, or thinks is centered around what she believes will make her seem better in her master's eyes. Though Azkaban has unhinjed her, created a lust for pain and torture that had not been even half as strong before, there is nothing that can take away her awe and devotion to the Dark Lord. She is his entirely.
History: There wasn't any spectacular celebration on the day that Bella was born. She was yet another witch to be born into one of the most noble pure blood families around, the Blacks, and she had so much to live up to that the very day she took her first breath her parents began to think about how they would go about teaching her the ways of society. She already had an elder sister, Andromeda, who was about two years her senior. Andromeda was such a curious child, who somehow seemed to not really care for all of the fancy elegance of the world she belonged to. Mr and Mrs. Black really did not want their second child to become that way as well. So they became a little stricter.
Bella grew up with lessons each day on the proper ways to act in public. Stand up straight, be a lady, get married and have kids. Carry on the Black line. She was taught to stand up for herself when it was necessary and work, like a sneak, behind the backs of men and politicians. Of course, her father didn't teach her that one. Sit at home. Cook. Clean. Breed. Be a good wife, he said to her. By the time she was two Bella understood that she was better than everything else: Because she was a pureblood and because she was a girl. She exceled, as much as a two year old can, in sneaking around and theiving to get her way. When Narcissa was born, Bella went straight into teaching her sister the ways she was taught.
Whereas Bellatrix and Andromeda had shared a decent relationship, considering they were sisters and between the ages of two and four, Bellatrix and Narcissa became quickly inseperable. The two spent their time sneaking around, getting into all sorts of trouble and always, somehow, managing to blame it on poor Andromeda. Thus Andromeda grew rather bitter, learning to dislike her elder sisters even as she tagged along on their little adventures, sneaking into mum's drawers and stealing daddy's wand. As they grew older they learned more and more, and their parents began to teach them things that they said to keep quiet, for the rest of the world called it evil. Bella took an immediate liking to the Dark Arts, and was crushed when she learned that such magic would not be taught at Hogwarts, when she went. Narcissa was soon to follow, but Andromeda detested such magic. Oh, she did not think it wrong, she simply did not excel in its harsh qualities. She was too young, yet, to truly understand. As were they all.
At age eight, Bella got her hands on her father's broomstick. A real, live (she didn't know any better, to say that it wasn't alive) broomstick that she could fly on. Narcissa was all for flying off, going on an adventure of some sort. Andromeda, even, seemed quite thrilled, but Bella was wary. She knew and understood that there father could very well have placed some kind of curse on his broom, to make it dangerous. But Andromeda and Narcissa, together, convinced her to take a wild ride. Bella, though, was proven correct when the broom flung her across the dungeons they were in. She crashed into a wall and broke her arm, but through all her short years as a Black, she knew better than to scream.
For the next few days Bella succeeded in hiding her injured arm, but finally she was caught unable to help her sister's clean up a mess Narcissa had made in the library. After a short spell, their father brought Bella to a different room and spanked her. It was the first time she had ever been punished, and she was quick to find something other than herself or her sisters to blame. So she blamed the broomstick, and thus thereafter hated Quidditch and anything to do with brooms with a passion. It was the first spark of hatred within the young child, and perhaps the most petty, but it was the beginning of a very long, winding road which would lead to the murderess she is today.
Bella went to Hogwarts a smug child, knowing all of the rules and fun information because Andromeda had wasted no time in telling both her and Narcissa all about it. She boarded the Hogwarts Express and the first person she met there (aside from her sister and random passerby) was a second year who called himself Lucius Malfoy. She had heard of the family name, and she appreciated his blood line. She knew that her mother expected her to find a man worthy of the Black line, and Bella's first thoughts had been on this kid. But obviously one does not find their husband at the age of eleven. Bella only spent enough time for introductions with Lucius before being dragged off to meet other students.
The fact that Andromeda was in Gryffindor had horrified Bella when she first learned, but she hadn't really understood, until that first day on the train, what that meant. Andromeda had befriended mudbloods and blood traitors. When Bella learned this she looked at her elder sister with a new light, wary of betrayal and filled with a kind of resentment. She felt as if Andromeda had somehow betrayed the family, and soon thereafter did all that she could to denounce her relationship to her sister. Bella befriended those who seemed most like her - the first years who were completely familiar with their surroundings. Those who were too bright or too chipper, though, gained her dislike immediatley. Those who were calm, collected and had an air of superiority were those of the crowd which she soon became a part of.
The Sorting Hat hardly touched the tip of Bella's ears when it told the whole school that she belonged in Slytherin. She happily accepted her place at the table of cheering students, ignoring some of the whispering going on where her sister sat at the Gryffindor table, looking rather sad. She joined in on the chattering, and hardly listened a bit as the sorting went on. As well, she hardly listened to Headmaster Dumbledore as he passed out warnings and signifigant notices. To her, he was nothing but a fly buzzing in her ears. What her parents had told her about him was not what she expected from the Headmaster of such an old wizard's school, but she figured it didn't matter so long as she reigned in her own group of friends.
Her first year slid along without much to say about it. Bella got a few detentions for attempting to sneak into the Forbidden Forest, learned that she had a knack for using her wand (and so excelled in classes such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfigurations), and generally remained the center of her group of friends. They spent a lot of time in the library, reading up on the Dark Arts, and also much time in their own common rooms. The rest of the house seemed on less than sociable terms with the Slytherins, and so it was only in packs that the first years of said house traveled the school together, hoping that, by sticking together, they would be less likely targets to the Gryffindors. Andromeda, despite the fact that Bella ignored her and even publically hated her, urged her friends to lay low on the group.
Going home for Christmas was a very large deal, because Bella's cousins, Regulus and Sirius, would be coming over. Before they had always loved their visits, although Sirius had a streak in him very similar to Andromeda. Bella, who had missed her younger sister quite a bit, wasted not time in telling Narcissa everything she could about Hogwarts that Andromeda had not yet given away. When Christmas day approached and Sirius and Regulus came, Bella found herself seeing something in Sirius that she didn't like. It was the same quality that Bella had spent the year teasing and ridiculing Andromeda having, and it was quite a blow to learn that her favorite cousin was actually acting like a blood traitor. Regulus, though, he was something. Bella grew a little of what might be called a crush on him, following him everywhere. She did not see the cowardly side in him that, in only a few years to come, would cost him his life.
The rest of the year past, truly without event. Bella scored extremely high on most of her exams, although nearly failed on Herbology. Her talents never did lie with plants. And so Bella went home that summer, eager for her second year at which point she would be old enough to tower over the first years. She couldn't wait to start another year, sneaking into the Forbidden Forest, hexing Gryffindors, and gossiping with her friends. It was the kind of life she truly liked, and staying at home with Andromeda (who she now had the nerve to call a blood traitor) and her boring younger sister Narcissa was not the kind of thing she wanted to occupy her time. Thankfully the three months of boredom passed and then came, once again, September 1.
Bella's second year passed by much the same as her first, and there did not come a time in which anything was worth mentioning. She went home for Christmas, fought with Andromeda and Sirius, got relatively decent grades, and passed all of her classes. The only thing worthy of noting, in fact, was her first meeting with Rudolphus Lestrange, which happened on the day before coming home from Easter Break. He was two years younger than she, and had come with his mother to discuss something of great importance with Bella's mother. Bella found Rudolphus to be quite boring, but he seemed quite taken with her. They did not, however, meet again until two year later.
Third year promised to hold excitement, though, because that would be the year that Narcissa started at Hogwarts. Obviously she was sorted into Slytherin, having the Sorting Hat on her head for precisely the same amount of time Bella had. Narcissa was very lucky to be Bella's sister, for she was quite readily let into the group of third year Slytherins, while the rest of the first years remained at the bottom of the heirarchy. Narcissa became quite taken with an elder Ravenclaw, Richard Jones, although that only lasted about a week until she saw him holding hands with a known mudblood. Bella found the entire thing quite funny and watched from afar.
Fourth year came and passed without event, except for the rumors of a Dark Lord who was beginning to rise. Bella went out with about four boys before finally settling on being single as she searched through the library for more information on the Dark Arts. Everyday, too, she began to search through the papers, reading up on this mysterious Dark Lord. She thought that the reporters were being rather biased, talking as if he were in the wrong. So he killed people! He killed mud bloods and blood traitors and half blood, all of whom deserved to die. So he practiced the Dark Arts! Bella did to, because in the end she knew that they could be used to achieve the means to success. It was all the game of life, and the Daily Prophet told it as if the man were a raving lunatic!
Bella went home that summer and listened to her parents, constantly talking about how brave Rudolphus was for joining the ranks of this new Dark Lord. Bella wanted to know how he had done it, and she wanted to follow in his footsteps. In her mind's eye she saw a powerful, handsome man with dark hair and bright eyes, glistening with a raw thirst for power. Bella wanted to serve beside that man, and she was determined to find out what she could in order to do so. And then, not too long after, a Malfoy came to their door. He talked to her parents for awhile before pulling Andromeda, Bella, and Narcissa aside to talk to them about this Dark Lord. He told them that they were just the kind of women Lord Voldemort was searching for, young and eager to rid the world of scum. Andromeda's reaction of disgust came first. She got up and ran, but Mr. Malfoy left her alone, sighing about childhood naivity.
Narcissa was wary, saying that she didn't believe such a thing could exist. Mr. Malfoy told her that it did, and he would show her as soon as their parents granted them permission, if she wished. She still remained stand-offish, obviously believing this to be a trick of some sort. But Bella was eager to meet the Dark Lord, to serve at his side and to gain power among his ranks. She told Mr. Malfoy this and he seemed quite pleased. When Narcissa left the room Mr. Malfoy held a word with her in private, telling her that she was most likely to become powerful because of her willingness to serve this new greatness. She felt a huge surge of pride at these words, and spent her fifth year gloating in the idea of becoming greatness only overshown by that of the Dark Lord himself.
Bella succeeded in gaining nine OWLs, and she went home that summer to convince her younger sister of this Dark Lord's greatness. Though she had never met him, she followed the stories about him, in the paper and from her friends and family and rumors about, and she truly believed him to be the most powerful wizard to ever lived. She thrived in dreaming about serving him, gaining power for herself because she knew where to place her loyalties. Narcissa finally told Bella that if Bella herself joined the ranks of the Dark Lord's so-called 'Deatheaters', then she would as well. Bella was quite pleased with this development. She made her way through sixth year, waiting patiently for the time to come when she would get the chance to meet the Dark Lord.
The chance came just after she had graduated Hogwarts with six NEWTs. Mr. Malfoy came to her again, telling her that there was a meeting for new recruits going on. Bella yanked Narcissa along, and together they attended this meeting.
Lord Voldemort was nothing like Bella had expected. He was not handsome, but grotesque, deformed and ultimately twisted. But Bella soon saw past this to what truly mattered. He had power, so great and so vast that it cast even the muggle-loving fool, Dumbledore, to shame. Bella was among the first to agree to have the Dark Mark burned into her arm, and she went home that evening feeling as if she had just made the greatest decision in her life. Narcissa was still wary, and had not accepted the Dark Mark. Bella felt sorry for her younger sister, but left home soon thereafter to search for a life.
She found Rudolphus Lestrange again, two years later, after finally convincing Narcissa to consider taking the Dark Mark and squirming her way into the circle of Voldemort's most loyal. Soon after meeting him, this time, she married him and 'settled down', using her spare time to carry out missions for Voldemort and kill and torture mudbloods, muggles and blood traitors alike. The life that she lived was one that she loved, serving for her master and living with a great power, one which she had never expected. She was pleased when Narcissa married Mr. Malfoy's son, Lucius, and finally joined ranks as a Deatheater. She was, in fact, quite beyond pleased.
But then the darkened day came along. Something seemed to be going right. The Dark Lord was ecstatic, exclaiming that the time would soon come when nothing, NOTHING would be standing in their way. He left on the night of October 31, 1981, to kill the Potters. Somehow that was supposed to make this all better. But when he left to the Potters, he didn't return. Rumors began to come through to the Deatheaters-rumors that Voldemort was dead. Bella, filled with rage that anybody could even suggest such a monstrosity, demanded to know who would come up with such rumors. When nobody stepped forwarth as the creators of lies, she gathered up her husband and two or three loyal Deatheaters and went off in search of somebody who could help her find her master.
In an act of desperation, Bella broke into the house of famous aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom and tortured them endlessly. She demanded they tell her where the Dark Lord had gone, but they said they did not know. They did not plead for their lives, which only did to further enrage the maddening woman. She tortured them for hours, until finally aurors swooped down upon the house and captured she and her followers. The aurors placed them in Azkaban, where they awaited trial. And when that trial came, Bella was ready to scream to the world where her loyalties lay.
The bars of Azkaban clicked shut, and there she stayed for fifteen years, withering and screaming in the agony of the memories she was forced to relive. Finding out that her elder sister was a blood traitor...learning that Regulus had cowered away from his duty of serving the Dark Lord...being thrown off the broom and hitting the wall...hearing the people say that her master was dead...listening to the tormented screams of the aurors as they wailed the truth-the Dark Lord was gone...she had no one to serve...
And then something miraculous happened. The Dark Lord led a raid on Azkaban which enabled the escape of Bella, plus nine other faithful Deatheaters. Bella expected great praise, and she was not disappointed; she expected a great position of power amongst the Dark Lord's ranks, and she was not disappointed; she expected to get back into action immediatley, slaughtering muggles and taking over the world...she was sorely disappointed. The Dark Lord demanded that they remain quiet, hidden in the shadows. Bella felt let down, angry even, but did not act out against the Dark Lord's orders. For though Azkaban had unhinged her, turned her into an even more violent person than she had ever been before, her loyalty still lay with her old master.
But slowly the Dark Lord's plan began to reveal itself, and Bella grew anxious for the moment of confrontation, when Harry Potter would be lured into the Department of Mysteries where they could then get their hands on the prophecy the Dark Lord spoke so much about. When the day came, Bella, Lucius Malfoy, Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, and several other faithful Death Eaters (although Bella was none too fond of those who had abandoned the Dark Lord when he died) waited deep within the depths of the Ministry of Magic, and they were not disappointed when Harry Potter and five of his little friends burst into the Department, looking for Sirius Black. Bella was eager to kill her dear cousin, but knew he probably would not show up and so was intent upon simply retrieving the prophecy from Potter and killing him. But the feat soon proved to be harder than it sounded, for somehow the six children managed to fight them off. Bella attempted to torture, maim, and even kill the children in her attempt to get the prophecy. In the middle of the fight several Order of the Phoenix members arrived, and Bella spent much of her time battling a fierce metamorphmagus...a cousin of hers, actually, who she was delighted to knock unconcious. It was then that Sirius joined her in battle, and then that Bella successfully killed her cousin.
But in the end she failed her task. The prophecy was shattered and she was forced to flee after a brief confrontation with Harry Potter, who attempted to use an unforgiveable curse on her. Even though she had failed she felt obligated to torment Potter, push him to his limits. Until the Dark Lord appeared, fighting Dumbledore. Bella was forced to flee and when she arrived back at the current Death Eater hide out, she was tortured and cast aside for her failure. As the months progressed and the Dark Lord's plans began to surface as quickly as they had in the Golden Age before, Bella found herself no longer the 'most loyal' servant. She was stunned at the blow to her pride, learning that her master still trusted Severus Snape. Narcissa became extremely depressed upon learning of the plan to cast her only son into the spotlight...he was to kill Dumbledore, even though they all knew a sixteen year old boy would never succeed. Bella tried to stop her sister from going to Snape, but she could not and so was forced to sit through a meeting which thrust logic upon her. Grudgingly her trust for Snape became a bit truer, but still she hated him, for he stole her spotlight and made her fifteen years in hell seem like nothing but a-but a gesture...
Bella spent the year murdering and torturing as she had longed to do for quite some time. She read the newspapers with a twisted smile on her once graceful face and enjoyed her time knowing that, even though she was no longer considered the Dark Lord's most faithful, most loyal servant, she was still in the inner circle. She was tortured more often than she was used to, but that didn't really matter to her because nothing could be as bad as those years spent in Azkaban.
As the end of the year came, word came from Snape that Dumbledore had left the castle, leaving Hogwarts defensless. The Deatheaters attacked. Bella was near the middle of the attack, and was even in the tower to see Snape kill Dumbledore. Her jealousy roared to life, but nonetheless she was pleased. Upon escaping Hogwarts, Bella spent her time jeering at Draco Malfoy, for he was a coward. She could not comfort her sister, for Narcissa was in such an odd state, joyous that her son was alive yet horrified that he had lived to meet the Dark Lord after such a cowardly failure. So Bella merely sat back and awaited the time when she would once again be needed to fulfil her master's orders.
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Role play sample: Bella examined the many billion shelves in the library with a bored look, walking imperiously to one in the very back, where she was sure to find what she was looking for. Pulling down her dark hood so that she could get a better look, Bella began to sift through the many thousands of volumes that decked the shelf that was at eye-level. She had all day to search for the book, and all week if she really needed it.
What it was she searched for, Bella was not entirely sure. She simply knew that the book had to have information on Horcruxes, whatever those were, and she had one chance to get it right. The Dark Lord didn't have time to skim through a thousand books, so he had sent his most trusted servant to retrieve one, relying on her not to read a word of the book she picked out. It all depended on her ability to interpret titles and table of contents, as well as her luck. For she was searching through one of the largest wizarding libraries in the world.
But thankfully she had a week do to it, though she was determined to find the book before the end of the day. It was the back shelf where the most dangerous books were located, so that was why Bella had started out there. As she casually flipped through titles, she made sure to keep each and everyone of them memorized. Every five books she stopped, closed her eyes, and made sure that she could recite the names of ALL the books she had previously passed. If she couldn't, she went back to the very beginning and started over once more.
After several hours of searching, pulling out books occasionally and putting the few that looked promising in a pile next to her, Bella heard the sound of another person entering the library. She immediatley grabbed her wand out of her sleeve and froze, resisting the urge to sneeze for the dust that was clouded around her. Her eyes stayed firmly fixed on the book in front of her, 'The Splitting of the Human Soul' by some guy who probably lived thousands of years ago (and she noted that she book was heavily warded), and listened intently. The sound of footsteps, instead of fading away as she had hoped they would, grew heavier and louder with each passing moment. Finally whoever it was came up right behind her, carrying a lantern.
Bella turned on her heal and hissed the killing curse before she had even gotten a good look at the person. His lantern shattered and went out, so Bella lit the end of her wand with a softly-muttered, "Lumos!", and took a cautious step towards the fallen figure. Her wand light fell upon an old man with a kindly face. His bright eyes were wide open and his mouth was slack; most definitely dead. He had a soft grey beard, but other than that was bald, and appeared to be a bit on the fat side. Bella immediatley recognized him as the librarian and shrugged, turning back to the books to continue her search.
Edited by: RandomPixie at: 9/16/05 5:23 am
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