InsaneJournal

RP: Insanity's Return
Characters: Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Beckett // Ashley, Lily Luna, Ginny, Albus Severus
Time/Date: During the Feast, September 1, 2023
Location: Great Hall, Lestrange Hall
Warnings/Rating: R for batshit insanity and student injury?
Summary: Bella comes back and is kind of confused
Status: Dropped



It was strange. There was a blink. A flash. There was a streak of green light, and then the scene changed with nothing between then and now. Bellatrix had been in the middle of a heated battle, actively dueling two young witches, and then she was flashed to the same place, but the scene had changed completely. Even the ceiling was different. 

She looked around, heard the first shriek, and spun. She saw a flash of red hair, not unlike the witch she’d been dueling with, and she unthinkingly flashed an attack in that direction, a purplish line of light flying from her wand and striking the seated child. She didn’t pay much attention after that, entirely too concerned with finding a way out. 

The screams began in earnest then, and she smiled even as she started to head toward the door. Whatever was going on, whatever had gone wrong, she had to get out. Get out and regroup. 

She saw by the door two grown men in Auror robes heading toward her, and she laughed. Aurors, really?  Because they stood a chance. Bellatrix’s wand flashed, sparks and lines of light flying from it. Some were deflected. Some missed completely. Some struck but didn’t slow the men down. A few of theirs hit her as well, though she deflected several of them. They moved toward one another before she bulled through them, her wand moving, spells constant. Had she had more time and less concern, she would have played, dragged this out, enjoyed it.

She felt something cold striking her middle and growled before she countered the spell, wasting precious seconds as she fought her way out. There were other spells pelting her back like so many annoying raindrops, but she shook those off until she fought her way to the door. Bolting across the entrance hall, she was aware of one of the men behind her. Turning, she threw a series of curses at him even as she moved backward, always toward the door. He stumbled, fell, and she struck him again. She didn’t kill him, though she thought she should have. 

Hearing commotion from the Great Hall, entirely too aware she had next to no time, she turned and sprinted out the door. Across the grounds, to the gate, past the barrier until she was free of the anti-apparation barrier. She popped immediately to the only place she could think of (and as she belatedly realized, the first place they’d come looking). No matter. Rodolphus would stop them.

And explain to her exactly what the hell was going on. 

Finding herself at the front door rather than her room as she’d intended, Bellatrix scowled. Reaching out for the knob, she felt the unwelcome prickle of wards. Wards, keeping her out of her house? She didn’t think so. In a fit of rage, of fury, she began to throw spells at the wards protecting the house while bellowing her husband’s name. 

Whatever was going on, this was not making her any happier.