Never wither
Author: Xi Bei
Started on March 24, 2022
A red light rushed toward Bella Trix, and the light roared and roared, piercing straight into her heart with Mrs. Weasley's almost mad anger and determination. Bella first felt a tingle in her chest, and then the sting gradually turned into a terrible soreness. The damn sore spread like wildfire in the wilderness, quickly spreading to the edge of her body, and in that instant, Bella's whole body was filled with a fiery tearing sensation. In the blink of an eye, a terrifying Dark Wizard, the honorable lady of the Black Family, the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, was torn to shreds like a fragile piece of paper.
The suffocating horror surged into Bella's brain, and just when she thought she was about to lose her soul, her body suddenly lightened, and then it swayed into the air.
At first, Bella's hands danced rapidly in the air, as if she had not risen into the air but had fallen into the bottomless ocean.
After some comical struggle, Bella's body finally stabilized, and she gradually grasped the balance point of her body. She made a subtle adjustment to her limbs in order to lift herself into the air. Bella rose to the highest point of the hall, but it seemed to rise a little too much, and her arm was unconsciously embedded in the ceiling of the auditorium, and when she found it, she swore and grinned again.
Under the high ceiling, incantations weaved through the crowd like arrows, and Bella, who was illuminated by the strong light of red or green, could not open her eyes. But she desperately opened her eyes, greedily enjoying the satisfaction that the light brought her. Bella's nature is bloodthirsty, and the satisfaction that blood brings to her is unparalleled and unimaginable.
Rays of light shot out, and one warrior after another fell. The gush of blood accompanied by the last roar pierced into Bella's brain again and again. As if by reflex, Bella's head drooped slightly, allowing her thick, jet-black curls to cover her hideous face slightly, but the horror of her laughter as usual did not diminish.
"You have an hour left." A voice sounded without warning. It seems to be in the far distance of the extremely distant level, and it seems to be in the proximity of the near level.
"Who are you?" Bella's wild laughter was interrupted, which interfered with her good mood. She instinctively jerked her head back, repeating in her heart the phrase "drill the heart and cut the bone" that she had said many times, but there was no one behind her, nor did she appear the exciting red light she thought.
The strange voice did not answer Bella's question, but continued with self-care: "BellaTrix Black Lestrange, I regret to tell you that you are dead, and your soul tells me that you will not choose to remain in the world as a ghost, so that in an hour's time, your soul will drift in this world to where you should go." This hour can let you end your nostalgia for the world and better adapt to your new life. ”
After the sound was over, Bella noticed that she had an extra line of shallow numbers like a watermark on her retina, which had probably been timed from sixty minutes and had now passed to fifty-five.
"Nostalgia? You idiot! When did I Berthallix Blake ever have nostalgia! Bella looked around and didn't notice anyone around, and the dwindling number was more like someone's prank. She suddenly felt that she had received an unprecedented fool, "Drill the heart and cut the bone!" She hysterically vented her anger into this mantra.
"First, an hour on earth is our rule and will never be an exception; second, I repeat that you are dead, and your soul has no power to cast such a powerful spell, so you will find that all of your unforgivable spells will be invalidated; third, you now exist in the form of a soul, unlike ghosts, the world will not see you, and you will not be able to make great changes and influences on this world. Finally, enjoy your last hour. The strange voice sounded again, again without warning. And the last sentence it said was obviously some kind of polite remark, or a habitual closing remark.
"Let me be clear, you fool!" Bella's anger remained.
"Stupid thing, you get me back!" Bella felt another bout of angry embarrassment and humiliation.
She lifted her forehead and looked around at the bloody scene. But her gaze didn't linger too long—for her, it wasn't enough to grab Bella's attention again—especially if she couldn't cast her favorite spell.
Bella had mastered some sort of skill in flying in the air, so effortlessly she floated out of the hall and out of Hogwarts.
Bella was still thinking about where she was going, but when she actually saw the lovely gray sky, her heart seemed to have planned the route for her.
She drifted silently into the muggle world, and to tell the truth, the stench emanating from the Muggles made Bella sick. To be sure, if she had come to this garbage can in a normal body, the wand in her hand would have been impatient... But this assumption is also not very reasonable, because our honorable Bellatrix does not bother to come to such a place. I don't know how long it took, the objective time was about ten minutes, and the subjective time was about a little longer: it was like a century had passed. A seemingly lifeless forest of overgrown weeds from Beira flew in with relief.
The first few tens of meters of the road is very rough, or simply no road. Bella lowered the center of gravity of her body, giving herself the illusion of walking normally as before. Although Bella was not threatened by the thorns of her teeth and claws, as in her encounter at Hogwarts, she did not enjoy being penetrated by something.
Bella forced herself to concentrate on the road and not pay attention to the things that made her feel awkward. But no matter how distracted she was, that countdown was still haunting her retina.
I don't know when it will start, and the attentive person will find a jewel-clear stream quietly flowing through the dead branches and leaves under their feet. The creek was not wide at first, like a pitiful spring flowing from under some stone. Just when you think that the creek will break at some point, you will be surprised to see that the creek is not only not as dry as you think, but unconsciously widens and deepens, and even quietly merges into several tributaries that do not know where they came from... And so it gradually expands inadvertently... It's just that there is more land passing by, and there will be some dirt or dead leaves mixed into the clear, but for this flaw, most people will choose to turn a blind eye.
Drifting through the pile of decaying dead leaves and straight through the terrible bushes of thorns, Bella's eyes finally opened up: behind the curtain woven of old vines, there was a cliff almost ninety degrees vertical, and at the other end of the cliff, an antique and palatial manor appeared. The shape of the cliff resembles a cylindrical shape, in which the diameter of the bottom circle is much more than a hundred meters, and its height is unknown, because even if you have the general vision of a pilot, you will still not be able to see the end. In the middle of the cliff, there is an hourglass-shaped stone pillar with thick ends and thin in the middle, and the column is carved with the names of each member of the Malfoy family (obviously, the opposite manor is the Malfoy family manor), forming a very distinctive family tree. The stone pillar is also not visible at a glance, but the height is at the same level as the cliff, so we can guess that the bottom of this stone pillar is also on the same plane as the cliff.
The streams that silently converge rush down like bamboo, hanging down a small waterfall. The waterfall cascades from the smoother stones of the cliff, and from the opposite side of the cliff, it looks like a bright and dangling strip of silver light. Around the strip, there is crystal water vapor, and the seven colors of red orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple are intertwined, faintly and dreamlike.
Looking around, more streams rush down the circular cliffs. The dazzling light formed by the reflection of sunlight reminded Bella of the red light that shot from the wand during the Battle of Hogwarts. Although there is a clear difference in the mind of a more normal person like this writer, the red light that shines from the eyes of the devil and the holy light that seems to come from the ethereal spirit of heaven, you can always take Bella as an exception in terms of the feeling of the beauty of nature and life.
But Bella's association with the Battle of Hogwarts didn't last long, because as she thought about it, she quickly remembered that she was now dead—of course, this was not what infuriated her the most, and what she couldn't accept was the inability to use high-intensity spells, and the stupid voice specifically emphasized that she couldn't use unforgivable spells... oh! Damn it!
Bella's anger came without warning like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. She still clutched the clutches of the demon in her hand, and the dragon heartstrings foreshadowed her complex heart and superb spell casting skills. In the past, this wand was part of her pride. But now, the poor wand had become the trigger for Bella's bad mood.
"That stupid thing is so stupid that it can't be said!" Who's rare for this hour! The Dark Lord has won! He's back! A fool like you will never be accepted by him! What we are about to usher in is a bright, pure, and powerful world! It will not accept the weak, it will thoroughly wash away the filth of Muggle and mud! And I, the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, will always be remembered in this great age! I will live forever! Always accept the love and worship of the world! Bella's voice began to tremble, and finally it developed into a burst of demonic laughter. She wielded her wand recklessly, and although it was now just an ordinary wooden stick to her, it did not seem to affect Bella's mood. From a distance, at first glance, it's hard not to mistake her for a mad conductor.
She leapt from the edge of the cliff facing Malfoy Manor, and as soon as she fell, two small wooden bridges appeared between the cliffs, all suspended by dark brown ropes. The two bridges formed a straight line, Bella and the manor formed the two ends of the line, and the hourglass-type stone pillar marking the Malfoy family tree naturally became the midpoint of the line.
Bella flew rapidly over the two bridges, leaving only a wind of excitement and excitement. But she seemed to be overly excited, forgetting that she was not yet able to master the soul's body skillfully. After a sprint, bella was not surprisingly planted in the rose bushes of the manor.
"Abominable!" Bella shouted and stood up, and all the good mood she had just felt was gone.
Wait, Rose?
Bella was clearly interested in these things, though not in line with her personality.
The memories were like an endless road, drawing Bella's thoughts back to the summer vacation when she was sixteen. At that time, Bella's dislike of Muggles was limited to the high-sounding rhetoric of the pure-blood family, and if you asked Bella if she would go crazy when she saw Muggles, she would think that you were mentally wrong. Until now, she could clearly remember that on that sunny beach, a majestic Muggle knelt on one knee on the beige beach, like magic (Bella could be sure that this must not be magic, because from Bella's point of view, this funny trick was full of holes) took a bouquet of roses from behind, said sweet words to the surprised and happy Muggle girl in front of her, and finally embraced each other in the cheers of people who did not know whether it was the friend of the person concerned or the people who joined in the fun.
Later content is unknown to Bella for two reasons: one is that the excited crowd has surrounded the new couple with airtight, and the other is that Bella, as a wizard (especially a pure-blood wizard), is not dismissive of muggle trivialities. She always scoffed at these things, and as to why she thought about this little thing that she had almost forgotten in this situation, the big lady of the Black family was very surprised.
But she still picked a rose that was in full bloom, not for anything else, but just to cast some magic and move her bones. Holding her breath and concentrating, she wielded her wand the spell that hadn't been used for an unknown amount of time... After a slight thud, the blood-red rose leapt lightly and floated under Bella's control.
After a small episode, Bella continued to rush forward. She drifted through the solemn and elegant gates of Malfoy Manor, past the inexhaustible fountain in the garden, through the quiet and lengthy cloister, and finally reached the house, the hall where the Death Eaters were served.
The light in this hall was noticeably more oppressive than elsewhere, and Bella's pupils were noticeably uncomfortable when she first entered the room. But this trivial problem was alleviated in less than a minute.
Bella did not stop before Malfoy's exaggerating ornaments, but went straight to the subject, floating toward the large, familiar table she was familiar with, close to the tallest, largest, most magnificent chair next to the table—no doubt the chair on which her Dark Lord had ever sat.
She reached out softly and gently stroked the part of the chair on the table with her slender fingers. But the force was not easy to grasp, and with only a slight force, her hand sank into the table—whenever this happened, Bella always tried to vent in the most vicious words, but in the place where the Dark Lord had been, her hysterical anger was miraculously stopped.
Her fingers caressed repeatedly in a fixed position on the tabletop. She knew that the Dark Lord always liked to put his hand in this position, and this position appeared thousands of times in her dreams, and it was certainly not wrong! Bella obsessively watched this dreamlike scene, not expecting that one day, she would have contact with her beloved Dark Lord in this form... She even felt the warmth of his fingers! Although it was just a non-colorful illusion in Bella's crazy brain, it still immersed Bella in it and was reluctant to leave.
Memories flow through the mind, and emotions run wild with the memories. The tall image of the Dark Lord gradually took shape in Bella's mind, and the memories of the Death Eaters were still vividly remembered.
"Everyone knows that my hateful wand core and the scarred boy's tail feathers from a phoenix, the fight I had when I was resurrected, have proved a good fact..." The Dark Lord dragged his black robe, stood up from the same black chair, and glanced at his loyal servant with a pure gaze, "With that wand, I can't move him a single bit... So, my loyal friend, I need one of you the most loyal to give your wand... Just let me borrow it..." He walked slowly past several Death Eaters, bringing out a gloomy cool air. All the Death Eaters' faces tensed, trying to control their faster and faster breathing. Draco's little fellow was visibly frightened, forgetting his usual arrogance and debauchery, and his face, which had been devoid of blood, looked even paler.
"The host... My most honorable Dark Lord! Please accept my loyalty and respect for you! Bella, like a devout believer, held her wand in the palm of her hand and presented it to the Dark Lord. She must have wondered why the faces of others were so ugly, and wouldn't it be an honor to dedicate her wand and even her life to the Dark Lord? She couldn't understand what was going on with those people—of course she didn't, because she was Bellatrix!
"Bella." Instead of accepting Bella's offering, the Dark Lord pushed Bella's hand back. In the end, he chose the Lucius Malfoy wand.
After the meeting, Bella's mood was unsurprisingly a little lost, but what she did not expect was that the Dark Lord had asked her to stay alone for the first time.
"My most honorable host." Bella learned to perform a lame knee salute in the way of a big girl.
Well, Bella, I know you're not an obedient. The Dark Lord waved her hand, signaling her not to dwell on the intricacies of etiquette.
"Bella, there is no doubt that you have always been my most loyal servant." The Dark Lord shook his robe, sat down in his chair, and asked Bella to sit next to him.
"Master, what's so good about Malfoy's wand, look at his face, how ugly it is." What is the use of a servant like this who is unwilling to pay for his master? You can't fit his wand perfectly. Bella secretly moved the chair beneath herself a few centimeters in voldemort's direction, reaching out, trying to grasp the dark lord's usual bony hand on the table.
The Dark Lord, keenly aware of Bella's thoughts, shrank back before Bella's hand reached out, naturally drooping to the side of her body.
"I have said that I understand and agree that you are my most loyal servant, and I can certainly trust you, and I can trust you more than I can trust them all. But you have to understand that everything I do has my own intentions—including things that you can't understand. "The Dark Lord treats Bella like a loyal but unworldly little girl—if Bella looks like a little girl.
"But you did not put me in the position of a most loyal servant in this operation." Bella was also straight to the point.
"Bella, tell me, what sacrifices have you made for me?" The Dark Lord played a game of diversion like every man in the deepest part of the city.
"Anything! Even if I give my life, I will not give up! Bella was clearly caught in the trap of this.
"Is there anyone but you who can be so loyal?" Your sister Narcissa? Your husband Rodolfos? Or the hairy boy from the Malfoys? Anyone? The Dark Lord deliberately showed a look of excitement that did not belong to him.
"No, their so-called loyalty is nothing! Narcissa is my sister, and I have the most say in this..."
"That's enough, Bella." The Dark Lord interrupted her mercilessly, "You have a loyalty they can never match, even if you put them in the most important position." What else are you asking for? Isn't that what you want most? The Dark Lord was in a habit and put the hand in the same position on the table.
"Master..." Bella held out her hand to the Dark Lord again, trying to complete the embarrassment she had just made. This time, the Dark Lord did not deliberately avoid and accepted Bella's fiery enthusiasm, but after a second or two, he impatiently threw Bella away.
"Do what you have to do."
The conversation ended hastily.
But this was the closest Bella had been to his Dark Lord.
Back to reality, Bella is trapped in the river of memories, and can't even feel the passage of time. By the time she pulled her thoughts out of her memories, her body seemed to be a little paler than before, and it was a little harder to control, and before she knew it, Bella's hand had left the table, and the whole person had floated to the center of the room. And all these signs indicate one thing—she doesn't have much time left.
She expended much more energy than she had at the beginning to send herself back to her place and back to the table. In the process of adjusting herself, she found that there was an out of place in this lifeless room. Bella struggled to control the brightly colored thing with her wand, and as it approached, she noticed that it was a rose—the one she had just picked in the manor's garden.
"Strangely, I didn't throw this thing away." Bella almost forgot about it, "This body is really not easy to use, oh, even those damn spells can't be controlled." ”
Bella's first instinct was to throw the rose far away, but she didn't do it—even though it was very much out of line with her persona.
"Roses..." Bella murmured, gently brushing away the messy hair that was hanging in front of her, her eyes staring straight at the rose. She carefully controlled the roses to fly up and down, watching the only touch of vividness. She was silent.
Bella's hot gaze dimmed little by little, and the uninhibited and crazy nature of the usual days faded little by little. Whether as a servant of the Dark Lord, a big lady of the Black family, an arrogant pure-blood, or as an enemy that the Ministry of Magic vigorously opposes, Azkaban was a former fugitive, a murderous maniac who went on a killing spree... Bella was silent.
The dim room in front of her faded, and her vision turned white... Memories of the past came to her like a tidal wave.
"Bella, you wanted to try this spell a long time ago, didn't you?" Isn't that a good opportunity? "But that's not what I want..." "You know how much I value you, don't let me down." The Dark Lord put his hand on her shoulder.
……
"You're injured?" Bella moved her heavy left leg. "Go back and get Narcissa to put some potions on you, and don't delay tomorrow." The Dark Lord finished speaking and walked away. "The host! Lord..."
……
"Bella, you are a hero in this battle, and you are my best servant." The Dark Lord leaned down and gave her a perfunctory kiss. Bella tried to catch up, but the Dark Lord dodged, "Bella, you know I love you. ”
……
At the Death Eaters' Conference. "Master, Lestrange's plan is still flawed, if the main force is placed under the Tower Bridge..." "Enough, Bella." "No, I mean if..." "Enough! You idiot! You know what! ”......
……
"He loves me..." Bella couldn't tell if it was a memory or a reality. Every night when she couldn't sleep, she would silently struggle in her heart, repeating this sentence constantly. "He loves me..."
……
Bella's body began to float upwards again, but this time, even if Bella tried harder to control it, it would not help.
"The host." She dreamed, murmured, called...
Bella gently controlled the rose to land on the table she had just touched—the place that was close at hand but out of reach.
She drew her wand and said, "Forever in shape!" A pure white light sprinkled on the rose. It's a spell that keeps an object from changing its form, in other words, keeping the rose from dying.
As she drifted upwards, her body began to fade; as her body faded, Bella's consciousness gradually blurred... The surrounding rooms spun around, turning Bella's eyes glazed over. At first it was irregular and chaotic, but after a while the rose became the center of the rotation. The rotation is getting faster and faster. Slowly, bella's vision was almost only the flower. Bright red pierced the sky and reflected on Bella's heart.
In the midst of the roses, Bella's figure drifted away...
After a few minutes, only a rose remained here.
"Forever in shape", this is probably the most gentle spell Bella has ever cast.
Perhaps, she only had a gentle appearance in front of her Dark Lord.
Perhaps Bella is more deserving of the phrase "Always" than Snape.
Postscript: Actually, I think that although Bella appeared as a fierce villain, she was actually a winner in terms of love. She has her own beloved, but she doesn't bother with the question of "does he love me or not?" Bella's understanding of love was relatively simple (I don't know if it was because she had been with Voldemort for a long time) and was a bit crazy - but this was not entirely a shortcoming, because all she knew was to give wholeheartedly to the person she loved.
She doesn't hurt her loved ones because of her impulses, not even the impulses of love. Don't impose ideas on others in order to satisfy your own desires. But did Voldemort love her? Of course not. Does Bella herself know? Of course she knows, she knows better than anyone! So how did she do it? Did she cry? What's wrong? Find a way to get revenge? No. Everything she did was telling Voldemort how much she loved him. The only thing she wanted was her Dark Lord's trust and appreciation. She never longed for his love, but she has been silently paying for this man who loves her and never leaves. Bella's love for Voldemort never fades like the rose in the story, even if it fades into nonsense.
And all her performances responded with one sentence: I never desire you to love me, you know I love you enough.
No one knows how hard it is.
Perhaps, this is the highest state of love.
Closed on April 27, 2022
Author: Xi Bei
Source: Daily Prophet
The Prophet Daily submission platform has returned to normal, and everyone is welcome to submit articles