There she is.

The feared one.

She walks down diagon ally with not a fear in her mind.

They all cower around her. Frightened that she would hurt them. But she is not here to hunt. No. She is here to glory at there victory. To watch as the people whimper. To let everyone know that she, they, the dark lord and his death eaters, had won. That any Auror that tried to take her would be killed. She is proud. Proud that she stayed strong and followed the purity when all the other cowered or gave up and turned in perfidy. Finally she can walk among them like she was supposed too. A higher power. Darkness is disguise as human. She is no longer the child interested in dark arts. She is no longer viewed by elders, as strange. She had the whole world in the palm of her hand. She is no longer human. She is power. She is the dark. She is the vessel of darkness.

As she walks she sees something different in the street. One who walks with no fear. Who looks at her as if she is something that you see everyday.

"Nice walk?" He asked clearly unaware of the increasing danger he was putting himself in.

"Its gonna get nicer if you don't move." She sneers coldly.

"You are going to have to get a lot better than that." He smiles.

She has many questions about this man who dares speak to her at all. But it is almost appealing how different he is and that always is good in the world of the dark ones.

"Yet I see no need to try." She replies with an air of superiority.

The boy looks at the floor when he looks up. He stares at her directly in the face.

"Who are you?" She asks with more curiosity than anger.

"You don't even know me." He said emotionlessly but, hidden though it is, a small sadness escapes into his voice.

"No." She replies getting more and more curious about the boy.

"You stopped knowing me a long time ago, Bellatrix. After all this time, I never forgot you. I never forgot the sound of your voice, the feel of your hugs, the laughter you once had. I never forgot those Christmas morning were you would run to your presents. I never forgot that all you wanted as a child was a single yellow rose. I remember that I was the only one in your whole life who ever asked you what you wanted. And to this day I know that no one else has. But I doubt you even know my name." He says.

She looks at him. An air of wanting to know everything about this person. And then her eyes fill with shock. As she realises, she already does.

He moves towards her and he whispers in her ear. "Even though I hate you more than life. I will remember you till the moment when I kill you." He whispers.

She stands in shock. She turns around to the spot where he was whispering to her. "Sirius?" She asks but he is already gone. He vanished and she can't see him anymore. As he has mingled with the crowd who live in fear of her.

"Sirius?"

But its no use asking. As she looks at where he stood, there is a single yellow rose lying on the ground.

"I will remember you till the moment I kill you."

"Discadae." Bella said pointing her wand at her hand. There is no cut, but a single drop of blood falls from it and onto the rose. As the yellow turned to crimson. As the rose turned red.

"Oh no, love. Till the moment when I kill you." She says and turns and vanishes to the other side of the paved out frightened souls. She would wait 18 years for the day when she would kill him.

The rose remained there for the rest of the day. The wind took I and blew it away. Took the rose in its dusty path. Through the years it finally left London. To a deserted place that no one would go.

On the day that Sirius died the rose turned yellow. And the rose lay there forgotten. Until the yellow finally faded and both red and yellow were allowed to live in peace and the rose died in the house where Bellatrix woke up as a child.