No pairing

Rated T

"Bellatrix No!"

But it was to late and Narcissa's pleas fell on deaf ears. With a mighty leap and her arms stretched wide, Bella flew from the cliff's edge. The wind whipping her long wild hair and stinging her tear stained face. She felt the earth shift around her as she plunged closer and closer to the churning waters below,and for a moment everything was silent.

For one glorious moment she wasn't her father's daughter, she wasn't Lestrange's soon to be wife, she wasn't anything at all. In that moment, mere seconds from being consumed by the murky oceans angry embrace, she was for the first and last time truly free.

She was just Bella.

And even in her darkest hours, when sanity had all but forgotten her, she would cling to the way it had felt to finally jump.