Disclaimer- These characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I only like to play with them. I will tuck them in and snuggle them when I am finished. It'll definitely be past their bedtime.

I am not going to tell you where or when we are coming into the actual cannon of the story, because it will become very apparent later. This is quite the Alternate Universe. Or rather a parallel universe. Plus...you don't actually need to know quite yet. Suffice to say, Bellatrix is out of Azkaban. Oh hell... it takes place after Voldemort has taken over the ministry and the golden trio is on the run. It just has an interesting beginning. That's all your getting. Enjoy the ride and keep your appendages in the car at all times.

This story is something that happens when you have a very active imagination, lots of coffee, and a dark side. I would love for you as the reader, if you want, to put yourself in the character of "I". It'll be fun, I promise.

Rated "M" for language and smut in later chapters. I know me.

First chapter includes Bellatrix, Narcissa and you.

Curious? By all means read on, then.

Chapter one

Your kitchen

It was, I believe, Tuesday when I heard her voice for the first time. The sun was shining, and I had just finished the dishes. My sister was over, visiting, and we were both sitting at the kitchen table taking turns complaining about what was wrong with the world. As she spoke, I looked over and my cup of coffee had finally finished brewing.

"What did you do after you found out who it was?" I asked in regards to the story she was telling.I stood up to fetch my cup when a voice, seemingly out of nowhere and right next to me, whispered in my ear.

If you keep asking her questions, she will never shut up.

I whirled around splashing coffee all over myself. There was no one there.

"Fuck!" I screamed as the hot liquid had already begun to redden my skin.

"What the hell just happened?" My sister asked. "Are you ok?"

I didn't want to come off as a complete lunatic, so I lied.

"Don't know. I think something just bit me." I exclaimed as my heart threatened to cause a stroke.

Bit you, eh? We'll see about that some other time.

This time I spun and knocked into one of the kitchen chairs. It was as if someone was whispering right in my ear. It was so real; I could feel the hot breath on my neck.

"Sis, I... I... Bath. I think I have to go lay down or something." I said, not making a bit of sense. I felt like I had truly lost my mind.

"Are you sure you're ok?" She inquired, sincerely concerned.

"No...Yes. I'll be fine. I just need a nap." Or a lobotomy, I thought to myself.

I left her, worried in the kitchen, and walked quickly upstairs. I strode through my bedroom, glancing at my poster of Bellatrix Lestrange, and flew into the bathroom.

I've finally gone schizo, I thought to myself as I started running bathwater.

That is definitely a good likeness of me.

I jumped up and slipped on the tile of the floor, cracking my skull on the toilet. As darkness overtook me, all I could hear was a woman's hysterical laughter.

The first thing I remember, when I began to wake up, was how much my head hurt. I didn't want to open my eyes, and I certainly did not want to move. I felt slightly sick while the pounding in my skull threatened to swallow me whole. As my jumbled thoughts started fitting back together, I remembered hitting my head. Taking a deep breath I tried desperately to piece together what the hell had happened.

The voice, I thought to myself. I heard a voice and slipped. I still didn't have the nerve to open my eyes yet when I moved my hand up to the back of my head. I could feel crusted blood in my hair.

As my wits slowly returned, I realized I was no longer on the floor in my bathroom, but lying on something quite soft. I moved my hand slowly over my eyes to try to drown out the light, while I made to carefully open them.

Everything was a blurry mess and my stomach threatened to heave its contents. The light, in whatever room I resided in, seemed so very bright. I took a few more deep breaths as things began to come into focus. The ceiling was in the Victorian style with plaster designs and gilt inlay. It took only a moment to realize I had no idea where on earth I was.

I blinked a few times and decided it was time to try to sit up. I looked over and saw that I was lying on an ornate settee. I used the back to pull myself slowly into a sitting position and moved my legs to the floor.

The room took a couple of lurches so I leaned forward and rested my head in my hands. As I sat there, I heard voices coming from the distance. Perhaps, another room, I thought. The spinning in my head subsided and I finally raised my eyes to survey my surroundings. The room was quite lovely. It had what appeared to be antique, albeit well kept carpet, a grand four poster canopy bed, two vintage nightstands and a huge desk piled with...parchment and quills?

'Wait...what?' I thought slightly confused. I slowly stood and made my way over to the desk past the fireplace and stared down at the items I saw. 'Did I hit my head and go back in fucking time?' I wondered. As I scanned the desk, my eyes fell to a newspaper. I picked it up to see the date, and my eyes came to rest on the bold print of the front page.

The Daily Prophet

My breath caught in my chest and the paper fell out of my nerveless hands. The room I was in began its spinning, ludicrous carnival ride once again. I looked up, and viewed for the first time, the pictures on the wall. My heart skipped a few beats when I saw all the people in the frames, looking at me with concern on their faces and whispering to one another. My mind reeled with a vengeance, torn between what was real and what was not. I gripped the desk to keep from falling as my knees buckled.

I'm not sure how long I stood there, but I know I took far too many breaths for what my body required.

I was dreaming, that had to be it. I hit my head, and I was in a coma somewhere, and I was dreaming.

This was probably the most surreal dream I had ever had though, as I fought to keep hold of my sanity. I could smell the smoke from the fireplace and the pain in my head still felt very real. I fought to grasp just the tiniest bit of rationality. Closing my eyes, I focused all my attention on controlling my breathing and gathering my thoughts. I don't know the exact moment I finally got hold of myself, but when I did, I stood upright and took a calming breath.

It was obvious where my dream world had decided to take me, but I needed to figure out how to wake up. I crept over to the door where I thought I heard voices earlier. Closing my eyes and slowing my breath, I put my ear to the door to find out if I could hear anything.

"I can't take this waiting!" A strained, familiar voice half screamed.

"I could have healed her when you brought her in, Bella." I heard another softer voice say.

'You've got to be kidding me,' I thought, as my stomach dropped.

"The Dark Lord instructed me not to use magic on her until he knew exactly what we were dealing with." The voice of Bellatrix Lestrange slithered into my head once again.

"Well love, if you hadn't scared the life out of her, she wouldn't have fallen and hit her head." The second voice admonished.

I moved my hand quietly to the brass knob on the door to see if it was locked.

"Hush, Cissy!" I heard the voice of Bellatrix hiss.

"What?" Narcissa inquired.

"Shhh!" Bellatrix demanded.

I only had my hand on the door handle for a moment when I heard Bellatrix' liquid voice giggle and say, "Oh, it seems to be awake."

I heard the sound of clacking heels resonate toward my room. Jerking my hand off the door handle, I moved quickly backward and bumped into the desk. As I did the door swung open and my eyes grew to the size of half dollars when I saw Bellatrix Lestrange, in all her mad glory, come striding into the room. Behind her was her sister Narcissa, who stopped short of entering.

Bellatrix did not pause as I watched her stroll with importance over to the sofa and gracefully sit down. She leaned languidly back and stretched her arms to either side on the back of the seat.

"So... I understand you come from a world where there is no magic." She stated in a sing song voice as if we'd known each other forever.

My mouth opened and closed a few times as I looked from her to Narcissa standing in the door jam, smiling.

"Do you also come from a world where there is no talking?" she asked as she glanced down to a spot on the couch where a small pool of my blood had half soaked in. I watched her as she slid her hand down the back of the couch to rest her index finger on the area.

"She's gone and gotten blood on your sofa, Cissy." she mused as her eyes lost focus and caressed her finger through the red liquid. Raising hand to mouth, she slowly and deliberately licked the blood from her finger.

"You are simply disgusting, Bella." Narcissa laughed as she shook her head.

I felt like I was in a nightmare tennis match when I finally found my voice.

"What the fuck!" I said as my voice cracked.

Bellatrix' head jerked up at me and her dark eyes glared into my soul. Like a switch the glare flipped to a wicked smile as she stood.

"Such a nasty mouth," she said offhandedly as she ambled toward me.

I glanced down and seemingly out of nowhere she had taken out her wand. I couldn't even guess from where she had pulled it. Bellatrix followed my eyes to her wand and looked back at me with a fiendish grin on her face.

"For someone who comes from a world with no magic, I find it terribly odd that you even know what this is." She said as she held up her wand and slithered past me. She stopped and turned as she tucked her finger under my chin and forced me to look at her.

"My Lord never ceases to amaze." She said more to herself than to me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked her.

"What I want from you is nothing more than to crawl through your Pretty. Little. Mind." With each stress of the last three words she tapped her finger on my forehead. Before I could blink, she grabbed the back of my hair and put her wand to my temple.

I cried out as I felt a warm liquid intrusion seep its way into my mind. She began to snake her way into my head through my eyes and the room went black. All I could see were those dark orbs looking into my secret world.

"Bella, no!" Narcissa screamed. "You must wait!"

The invasion ended so abruptly I almost fell backward onto the desk. Bellatrix turned toward her sister and smiled sweetly.

"I just wanted a taste, Cissy." she pouted as she pulled out a small dagger. With speed I could had never imagined, her hand came up and swiped the edge across my cheek just enough to cut. I screamed out and grabbed my face. Bellatrix bent forward and whispered in my ear.

"Yes princess, you are in another world altogether and no..." She smiled. "this is not a dream."

Hungry for more? I know I am. I can't wait to see what you'll do next.