Post by kahlen369 on Jul 26, 2009 8:37:58 GMT -5
Bellatrix’s death
Bellatrix Lestrange laughed, the same exhilarating laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil plummeting to his death. Molly’s curse had soared beneath her outstratched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Her eyes bulged: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, then she tumbled over. And Voldemort screamed.
My Lord, my master, my lover… or just my love, for he never returned it, and now never would.
And he screamed. Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last and best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. She smiled. That was enough. That was the last thing she heard before she finally left this world. His scream, his fury—at her death. At last, a confirmation of his feelings. While it may not have been love, at least she knew he cared. And that was enough. She left the world with a contented smile on her face.
Voldemort’s Death
I screamed. I am filled with a fury I do not understand.
Why? Why am I screaming? Why am I angry? Bellatrix.. dead. Why do I care? I shouldn’t care.. I never care. I didn’t care when Severus, my servant, died. I killed him. He had never failed me. Not like her. She failed me many times.. Disappointed me many times. So why..? Why do I scream only for her??? For no one else.. only her. WHY??!!!
My arm acted of it’s own accord. Finding her killer immediately. The killing curse comes without thought. My fury is raised to the point of recklessness. My wrath takes over me. I only wish to kill whoever killed her.
“Avada Kedavra.”
I am angry. I am happy. I will kill her. I will kill her.
“Protego!!” Someone shouts. My killing curse bounces off harmlessly. I turn around in anger. I will kill them too!!!
He rips off his invisibility coak. Harry Potter. Harry Potter!! In that moment my anger for her killer disappears. Momentarily forgotten. The boy I thought dead is alive! The Boy Who Lived. Not for much longer! All my thoughts center on him. Pushed to the back of my mind is the anger I do not understand.
We fight. He wins.
Only as I myself lay dying do I once more think about her. My most faithful and devoted servant.. Bellatrix.. My previous anger at her death.. Only her death. I don’t understand. Why do I care only about you? Why do I think only about you?? Even as I am dying, by the hands of my mortal enemy.. I think only of you!!!
I am… sad. For only in death have I thought of you this much. Perhaps I took for granted your almost slave-like devotion to me. Perhaps I thought I would have eternity. Perhaps I simply never acknowledge the tuggings at the back of my mind that had formed long ago yet I had forced myself to never accept.
Bellatrix.
I finally understand. Only now, when I am freed from my own bonds, can I accept it. Only dead, can I say the things I could never say to you.
Only dead--only now, can I love you.
“See you in hell..”
Bellatrix Lestrange laughed, the same exhilarating laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil plummeting to his death. Molly’s curse had soared beneath her outstratched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Her eyes bulged: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, then she tumbled over. And Voldemort screamed.
My Lord, my master, my lover… or just my love, for he never returned it, and now never would.
And he screamed. Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last and best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. She smiled. That was enough. That was the last thing she heard before she finally left this world. His scream, his fury—at her death. At last, a confirmation of his feelings. While it may not have been love, at least she knew he cared. And that was enough. She left the world with a contented smile on her face.
Voldemort’s Death
I screamed. I am filled with a fury I do not understand.
Why? Why am I screaming? Why am I angry? Bellatrix.. dead. Why do I care? I shouldn’t care.. I never care. I didn’t care when Severus, my servant, died. I killed him. He had never failed me. Not like her. She failed me many times.. Disappointed me many times. So why..? Why do I scream only for her??? For no one else.. only her. WHY??!!!
My arm acted of it’s own accord. Finding her killer immediately. The killing curse comes without thought. My fury is raised to the point of recklessness. My wrath takes over me. I only wish to kill whoever killed her.
“Avada Kedavra.”
I am angry. I am happy. I will kill her. I will kill her.
“Protego!!” Someone shouts. My killing curse bounces off harmlessly. I turn around in anger. I will kill them too!!!
He rips off his invisibility coak. Harry Potter. Harry Potter!! In that moment my anger for her killer disappears. Momentarily forgotten. The boy I thought dead is alive! The Boy Who Lived. Not for much longer! All my thoughts center on him. Pushed to the back of my mind is the anger I do not understand.
We fight. He wins.
Only as I myself lay dying do I once more think about her. My most faithful and devoted servant.. Bellatrix.. My previous anger at her death.. Only her death. I don’t understand. Why do I care only about you? Why do I think only about you?? Even as I am dying, by the hands of my mortal enemy.. I think only of you!!!
I am… sad. For only in death have I thought of you this much. Perhaps I took for granted your almost slave-like devotion to me. Perhaps I thought I would have eternity. Perhaps I simply never acknowledge the tuggings at the back of my mind that had formed long ago yet I had forced myself to never accept.
Bellatrix.
I finally understand. Only now, when I am freed from my own bonds, can I accept it. Only dead, can I say the things I could never say to you.
Only dead--only now, can I love you.
“See you in hell..”
