a/n warning: mentions of death

Bellatrix ;; dark star

The snow swirls around her feet like a storm, in perfect harmony with the wind howling in her ear in outrage at what she has done, what she is about to do. The path she walks is covered in snow, but she knows where she is going, and the whole scenario plays out in her mind as a wicked smile dances across her lips, mocking anyone who cares to look. There is no one out here to see her, of course, because it's Christmas and they are all inside, making merry with their families.

She steps onto the frost laden doorstep and wordlessly forces the door to open, her wand sparking briefly in her hand. Her feet tread down the wooden hallway as silent as a cat, scattering ice over the spotless floorboards, only stopping when a figure lunges out of a nearby doorway, pointing their wand in her face like they even have a chance.

They don't, of course they don't, because she's always been a little bit fragile, this little girl with a heart made of glass and eyes like dark stars, and she's always been loyal to those she loves, and for them she will do anything. But she is a little girl no longer, and she shows no mercy as she murders the woman who dared defy her, cruel laughter bubbling out of her throat in a sound that betrays her true insanity.

A noise in a room nearby alerts her to the presence of the woman's family, and she strides in their direction, her wand gripped loosely in her fingers. She is ruthless and unforgiving in her slaughter and torture of them, because the Dark Lord requested it and she will never question his orders. She is certain that he loves her like she does him, though her love teeters dangerously on the edge of obsession. Her laughter is the backdrop to their dying screams, and she smiles as the last child drops to the floor, as silent in death as all the others.

She walks away, out the corridor and back into the flurry of snow drifting from the pale sky, leaving behind no trace of her presence besides still bodies and Bellatrix Black carved into the wall in words like dripping blood. Later, the Order of the Phoenix will mourn the loss of one of their own, but the Dark Lord's most devoted servant pays no attention to the consequences of her action as the snow swirls around her feet, a mocking smile dancing on her lips.

Hopefully this ended up being legitimately creepy and in-character, but feel free to tell me that I messed it up. Either way, please review! =]