Bellatrix wasn't one for crowds; they pissed her off and made her snappy, more so then usual. She hated Hogsmeade for the mere fact that this was a wizarding village and they still allowed mudbloods and halfbloods into the snowy village. She'd decided to go alone and if she did run into Rodolphus, then so be it. She wasn't going to wait for her fiancé  That wasn't the type of woman she was.

She'd scowled at the sweetshop and walked straight past it, knowing she could steal some off her sisters later if she wanted to. Being surrounded by filth in a small space was not something she was all that keen on doing. Instead, she walked up to the Shrieking Shack and amused herself by scaring the others - from third years up to her fellow seventh years - with curses and spells, making the trees or snow move magically.

my kingdom for a time turner;

This was it, what they had been leading up to their entire lives. The one fight that would forever change not only their lives, but the lives of every witch and wizard in the magical world, and Rodolphus could think of nothing better than fighting it alongside his wife and brother.

After casting a particularly nasty hex in the direction of a cocky Gryffindor, Rodolphus chuckled darkly at the result and turned to look towards his wife, almost seeking that small sliver of approval she often awarded him mid spell casting. But instead of seeing Bellatrix grinning in that maniacal way of hers as she took out those redheaded abominations, his eyes caught a flicker of fear in her eye before he began to notice the flacks of ash drifting from her body.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the noises from the fighting around him ebbing away, the only sound left being a loud, gut wrenching cry of his wife's name that he didn't even realize was coming from his own mouth. Eyes wide and panicked, he moved to step towards her, wand raised as if to help somehow, when two arms wrapped around his middle and began hauling him backwards.

Confused and beyond distraught, Rodolphus fought his attacker not with magic, but with a hard elbow to the stomach which caused the grip to loosen and the Death Eater to break free. Sprinting towards his wife, he nearly managed to reach her before she crumbled to the ground, but before he could manage to do so, the arms were back around his waist and Rabastan's voice in his ear.

She's gone, brother. They're both gone. We have to go. He has fallen. Potter has won.

Kiss and my character will kiss yours.

When Regulus was given the Dark Mark, he was thrilled. Always the youngest, always the little one, he'd always wanted to be given such trust. Walburga and Orion Black had encouraged him rigorously to cement his place within the Dark Lord's ranks - for the sake of the family when he finally came into power - and there were times when he'd been racked with despair that somehow he wasn't clever enough or ruthless enough to gain such a position. He'd studied the way Death Eaters acted and read all the newspaper clippings about them, preparing himself for the day when he'd also have the skull and snakes tattooed on the inside of his arm and a mask covering his face.

And then there he was, his head bowed as the Dark Lord grabbed onto his wrist and pressed his wand against the skin, the black substance curling into his flesh and forming the familar image. It burned him to the core, but he relished the pain.

After it was done he approached Bellatrix. It was her that had been instrumental in guiding him into this opportunity, mentoring him and providing an example for him to follow as they moulded this world into a better place for those with the purest magic. She was so much more than a cousin to him - was it strange to say that she was like a replacement brother? Bellatrix had never been what you'd call a typical woman, so he thought maybe it was okay to think that, although he'd never say that to her face. In all his years on this earth he'd never managed to predict how she'd react to things said to her.

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God, no. Who would?

Of course. I should have expected this from you, Bellatrix.

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