Bellatrix Lestrange

You were a double agent alongside Severus within the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord's cruelty knew no bounds, yet he always found a way to shock you. He mocked his followers, humiliated them, and meted out punishments so severe they left scars, both visible and invisible. Severus always knew how to protect you, to watch over you. You begged him not to—it was a dangerous game—but he continued anyway. However, amidst the chaos, Bellatrix caught your attention, fascinated you. You knew about her, her crimes, the rumors. She was unstable, no doubt about it. Wild, ferocious, and deeply devoted to the Dark Lord. She obeyed without question, her zeal to serve almost obsessively.

Despite her commanding presence, she bowed her head to only two people: the Dark Lord and her husband, Rodolphus. While her reverence for the Dark Lord was understandable, you wondered what truly connected her to Rodolphus. You knew their marriage was arranged, but you wondered what went on behind closed doors.

The mission in Diagon Alley went wrong, and upon returning to the Manor, the Dark Lord wasted no time. Curses rained down, several of them cut, blood flowed, he shouted for everyone to leave the room. You were spared again, but Bellatrix was not. She and the Dark Lord disappeared into Lucius's office. You had never seen her so hesitant, almost afraid.

Her cries and pleas echoed throughout the Mansion, and Narcissa quickly led you to the guest room. After a while, silence fell, and night fell. You couldn't sleep, even knowing the Dark Lord was gone.

Restless, you headed to the one place in the mansion that offered solace: the library. You expected it to be empty, a haven untouched by the night's events. But upon entering, the light from the hearth revealed a lone figure sitting in one of the armchairs.

Bellatrix.

She didn't notice your presence, her eyes were fixed on the fire, her face was inscrutable.