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Bellatrix Lestrange Part One

   Bellatrix Lestrange used to be described as a tall, beautiful woman with long, thick, shining black hair and a strong jaw for reprimanding people. But now, she was known an ugly, evil, haggard of a witch, with thin lips, and dark, heavy-lidded eyes. She used to have the classic 'great good looks' and arrogant bearing common for members of the Black family. But now, she is someone else, someone worse than even she ever imagined.
   And like her beloved cousin Sirius, she was driven so far insane by her time in Azkaban prison. Only when she met Y/N, did things begin to change for her....
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   "Y/N, back me up!" yelled Harry Potter, as he fought with Lucius Malfoy. His godfather, Sirius, stood with his back to Harry. He was too preoccupied, so Y/N had to step in.
   "Gotcha!" The young witch cast a quick disarming spell at the death eater in front of her, and then she ran.
   She waved her wand at a nearby masked villain. "Aguamenti!" Water rushed from her wand, and the death eater immediately started choking from all the liquid rush in at his face, and into his body. He collapsed, and Y/N turned towards another.
  "Confundo! Impedimenta!" She hears Sirius and Harry yelling spells, as she yells one, and then she hears someone else, and it's almost like a screech.
   "Avada Kedavra!" The voice is shrill, evil...but also determined and sad. Y/N turns, and her eyes catch sight of Sirius falling into the Veil Between the Worlds.
   Harry stands there in shock for a moment, reaching out for his godfather at the last minute. He starts screaming when Sirius is fully gone, and Remus Lupin comes over and holds Harry tightly, as his pain is heard throughout the whole building.
   A few seconds later, out of nowhere, Harry breaks free, and start running after a cackling woman dressed in all black, who is yelling words Y/N cannot believe.
   "I killed Sirius Black!" She laughs, skipping away, as Harry chases her. Y/N runs after one of her few friends, if only out of worry.
   Harry then casts a spell, which knocks the woman down. He points his wand at her and pauses. He cracks his neck, as if his head is in pain. The insane looking woman starts laughing again, as if she knows what is happening.
   Y/N runs up to Harry and grabs his wand out of his hand, also knocking him to his knees. "You can't!" She gasps, looking him scare in the eyes. "It's what he wants. He wants you to be like him...don't become like him. You know you aren't. You have everything he thinks is stupid. Friends. Love. Happiness. And with all that, you still have power. You are a good wizard, Harry. Not like him. "
   Harry looks up at her and nods, just as Albus Dumbledore appears, and Voldemort as well. Though on opposite sides of the building, they proceed to battle. Every hex, spell, and curse Tom Riddle throws at Harry, Dumbledore and Y/N, is deflected by Dumbledore's superior magical skills.
   At the last minute, someone tightly grabs Y/N wrists, and she is pulled into the dark shadows, teleported to where she will await the future she never could have guessed would happen.
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   Y/N awoke, in a dimly lit cell, her head pounding. She sat up and looked around at where she was. She didn't know where she was, and that scared and worried her. She looked for her wand in the empty cell, but found nothing, obviously. But then she heard something. Something soft, but gruff at the same time. It was a voice. 
   "H-hello?" She stutters quietly, her hands gripping the side of her bed tightly.
   "Hello, beautiful. You're finally up," someone snarls. It was a man, and he sounded almost...hungry. Y/N was frightened but decided to bluff.
   "Of course, I am. Now where the hell am I?!" Y/N yells.
   A figure came out of the dark, and it wasn't a man. It was a woman. But right behind her was the person whose voice dripped demon.
   "Bellatrix Lestrange, dear. And this is Fenrir Greyback. We'll be, shall we say, looking after you during your stay here at Malfoy Mansion," The woman spoke harshly, but Y/N felt this woman was just bluffing as well as she.
   "Why am I here?" Y/N asks, looking the woman directly in the eyes.
   "For an interview, dear one," Bellatrix whispers, running her forefinger over Y/N's cheek. Y/N flinched back slightly, as her cheek felt it was on fire as soon as the older woman touched her. The woman then throws what looks like an outfit and shoes at her. "Now, the Dark Lord would like you to join us for dinner. So, get dressed."
   Y/N gasps, and the man behind Bellatrix - Fenrir Greyback - cackles. "Or we could just have her for dinner!"
   "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know what happens Grey. What the Lord says goes," Bellatrix chastises. She turns back to the young girl standing in front of her. "Get dressed. Knock on the door when you're ready to come up. And be warned...try anything funny, and you will be punished. Goodbye for now."
   They walked out of the cold room, up cement stairs, and from what Y/N could see, into what looked like a dining or living room.
   A moment later, she dressed quickly, for she was shivering at the cold, and went up the stairs. She knocked three times, and a crazy looking man opened the door. Y/N recognized him immediately.
   "Barty Crouch Jr. Pleasure to see you again," she said, her voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm. The man's tongue swiftly went out, then back into, his mouth. He did not reply, only grabbed her forearm and dragged her to the dining table. Where at least ten people sat, and at the head, with his back to Y/N, Tom Marvolo Riddle. AKA, Voldemort.
   She breathed deeply in as Crouch shoved her into the chair to Voldemort's left. She was shaking with fear of the known, and the unknown. She knows everyone in this room had not only killed people but tortured then into insanity as well. So, she breaths, holding her hands together tightly wishing she had her wand. Or better yet, someone's help.
   Voldemort looked at her, with an almost pleased expression on his snake-like face. "Ah, Y/N dear! You're finally here. Now we can enjoy our wonderful feast!" He smells of horrible things, rotten fruits and vegetables, dead rats and skunks. He smells of death. "Lucius, command the house elves in! Now!"
   Y/N then notices that the Malfoy family, even Draco, is sitting farther down from she. This is their home, of course. Also at the table, is Bellatrix and Greyback, the potions teacher at Hogwarts, Severus Snape, and two others Y/N does not recognize. She counts out eleven people at the table, including herself and Voldemort.
   Lucius claps his hands and yells, and little house elves come scurrying in with trays and trays of food. The feast, once placed on the table and in front of Y/N's eyes, makes her realize how hungry she really is. The elves leave, after the last pitcher of juice or wine is set down.
   Everyone is waiting for Voldemort to give them the okay to eat, and once he does, they go at it. The seemed to be just as hungry as she. But Y/N sits there, silent, not touching anything.
   Voldemort turns to her, his red eyes gleaming. "Y/N dear, aren't you hungry."
   Everyone at the table looks to her, as if astonished. But Y/N doesn't know how to react. The most evil person she has ever heard of is staring her right in the face, asking her if she's HUNGRY?! What the hell is this?!
   "I... I'm not comfortable. You've enslaved me, for what reason, I don't know. I am your prisoner, yet you wait for me before dinner is served. And when it is it is an elaborate feast. Why?"
   The words come flowing out of her, curiosity taking over her fear. Voldemort looks at her as if she has just said the funniest thing, and chuckles.
   "Because, dear one. You are my niece. And you know, deep down inside. You. Are. BAD."