Chapter Seven

Falling With Grace

Bellatrix's dark eyes took in the scene. Eight Aurors against three Death Eaters. Not bad odds, she thought to herself as she smirked. No one said anything for what seemed like forever. They just stood there, dark against light, determination on each of their faces with their wands pointed to the opposing party.

"You were foolish to come here like this," one Auror said, who had his wand pointed at Lucius as he spoke. "We offered to resolve this peacefully."

"By trying to have us give up my own sister!" Narcissa shrieked, looking around at them madly.

The Auror gave her a look of satisfaction as his eyes flickered over to Bellatrix, "Which you have seemed to have done anyway, though in the process condemning yourselves as well."

Bellatrix snorted as her eyes flashed, "You speak like you've already won, you foolish man."

He looked around mockingly, "Seeing as there are eight of us, and three of you who are currently still backed into the elevator, I'd have to say we have."

"You've only won when we're dead, which seeing as we're standing around having this lovely conversation, I'd have to say you haven't won yet after all," Bellatrix shot back, in the same mocking fashion that he used on her. Her eyes were flashing and she wanted nothing more than to just kill them all where they stood, but she mustered up all the self restraint she had inside of her to not make a move. Not yet. It was hard, seeing as the monster inside of her was screaming to be let loose.

"Your deaths can be arranged," He said cooly. "Unless you come quietly, then you have a chance to live."

Bellatrix felt her sister brush her hand lightly across hers, and she knew it was time to let loose and have some real fun. "You know," Bellatrix replied, "Somehow I don't think that's going to happen."

It happened in a matter of ten seconds. All three of them shot their killing curses at the first three Aurors in front. They fell back onto the second line, causing a mass of confusion. As they ran out of the elevator to no longer give the Aurors the advantage of having them cornered, Bellatrix was hit with a Stunning Spell in the back, sending her flying against the far wall. Face contorting in rage, she lifted her head up, sending her mass of dark hair flying around her face as her eyes burned in fury. "CRUCIO!" She screamed at the Auror who had hit her, though he ducked behind a statue of a unicorn, making her spell shatter it upon contact. The golden pieces showered down on the surrounding people as Bellatrix ran behind a corner and growled.

A curse flew in her direction, but missed her by maybe a hair. She laughed at the Auror who had cast it, for her sister had just used Sectumsempra on him, and now he was nothing more than a bloody mess on the floor below her feet. She saw Lucius dueling with two Aurors in the corner, as the Auror who held Draco back ran with him into another room. Bellatrix stepped over the bloody wizard below her, and began to cast her curse. Before she could however, her sister was thrown back, knocking into Bellatrix and sending them both sprawling.

As Narcissa gasped for breath, Bellatrix threw her body over her, pointing her wand at the closest Auror and screaming "Avada Kedavra!" He dodged it, and she screamed in fury. As he raised his wand to deliver another curse in her direction, she tried again, yelling "Sectumsempra!". His arm was severed off, and he dropped to the ground and screamed in pain.

"Finish him, Cissy!" Bellatrix screamed as she stood up. Her eyes darted over to Lucius, who was now backed against a wall. She heard Narcissa murder the fallen Auror and her eyes flickered to another heavy statue in the corner. She pointed her wand at it and used Wingardium Leviosa to levitate it, and aimed carefully as she threw it at the head of one of the two Aurors who were close to defeating Lucius. It smashed into his temple and he fell to the ground, though not after using a stunning spell so powerful it had knocked Lucius unconscious. The other Auror was momentarily distracted enough from the blow for Narcissa to stun him, making him fall next to his coworker. The two stirred, but then laid still.

Narcissa was already running over to the room that held Draco and the last Auror. Lucius was lying on the ground, stirring slightly but not yet waking, and while Bellatrix thought it foolish to leave the other two Aurors still alive, she didn't want her sister going in there alone. She ran after her blonde counterpart, and burst in the door right behind her. The Auror had his wand to Draco's throat and Narcissa stopped dead.

"Move, and he dies." The Auror said, clearly not caring what Ministry procedure was anymore after watching his friends and coworkers being defeated like that.

Draco looked scared, and couldn't seem to utter a word. Narcissa looked scared too, though her eyes still flashed with anger, "Leave him, just take me."

"No deal, we take all of you."

Bellatrix tried to suppress a laugh. "All of us? Good luck with that one."

Narcissa didn't look at her sister but said quietly, "Bella... he's my son..."

"You're not going to lose him, Cissy. It's us two against that pathetic excuse of a man, think about it." Bellatrix sneered, flashing the wizard her teeth. He pressed the wand harder against Draco's throat, making him cry out.

"Stop Bellatrix! For once quiet your mouth!" Narcissa screamed, frantic.

Bellatrix didn't say anything, but pushed her sister out of the way to advance on the man. But then the world seemed to slow down as she heard a cry from behind her. Whipping around, she saw a wave of silver blonde hair fall gracefully to the ground. Narcissa lay there, unmoving. Her eyes stared up at her sister, but they didn't blink. She wasn't breathing. Behind her, the Auror she had hit with the statue stood there, blood running down the side of his face, staring at her. Bellatrix knew, she knew that he meant to have hit her. But she moved and...

The world fast forwarded. Lucius was screaming, and Bellatrix found herself screaming. They murdered... they... she couldn't even say it in her head. She knew what had happened. Draco was screaming for his mother over and over, and Bellatrix just saw black. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew was that everyone in the room needed to die.

Bellatrix didn't know who she killed, or what she destroyed, or how she ended up back at Manor, with Draco holding one of her hand as she side along apperated him back home, and a firm hand holding Narcissa, because she refused to leave her there.

She had no idea what had happened to Lucius, if he had died or had been captured. She couldn't remember anything after Narcissa falling. Nothing mattered after Narcissa fell... nothing. She could hear Draco crying, but it sounded far away, like a dream. She couldn't look down, she couldn't see her sister in the state that she was. But her hand refused to let go from the hold on Narcissa, even as she felt her grow colder. She had passed from her rage into shock. She couldn't move, she could barely even breath. She knew she was crying, she could feel the tears run down her cheeks like ice. She just stared at the picture above the mantel, of her sister with her family. Smiling, happy, hugging her son as she beamed at the camera.

Her knees collapsed and she hit the floor. She couldn't feel it, though did it matter? Did anything matter anymore? She forced herself to look at her sister, lying next to her. Her eyes were still open, and Draco was holding her body as his own racked with his grief. She couldn't feel her arm move, but she saw it. Her hand reached forward to close Narcissa's eyes and as she did she felt jolted back into reality.

It was her fault her Narcissa had died. It should have been her. It was supposed to have been her. She looked over at Draco, and had no idea what she was supposed to do. She had to make this right... somehow. No spell can reawaken the dead, no, she was sure of that. But there was one thing her Master had mentioned while on his search for the elder wand. But finding it would be hard. Her head was swimming with thoughts, and her heart was heavy with grief. She wanted to kill someone, anyone, everyone, but she couldn't move. She just sat there, staring at her sister, wishing she could reverse time and make everything right again. The world was going to pay for this. If it was the last thing she ever did, she would make the world pay for stealing away Narcissa's life.

The End.

A/N: I know, I'm HORRIBLE xD But I'm thinking of writing a sequel, where she goes on a search for the Resurrection Stone. Thoughts?