Who: Bellatrix Lestrange What: She was having a perfectly fun time at Hogwarts! When: Late evening! Where: Hogwarts then the streets of Lawrence Rating: High Status: Complete, Narrative. Note: As of this log, there is a very familiar symbol (to some) in the skies over Lawrence. Do with this info what you will!)
"Avada Kedavra!"
The words of power and the flash of green, were followed by a high pitched squeal of delight as the disturbingly multicoloured affront to her blood crumpled to the ground lifeless beside her filthy werewolf husband. Ooh it never got any less fun! Meda was going to be a little upset with her of course, but she wouldn't live too long after tonight. Oh no, Bellatrix had a Unforgivable at the ready just for her. Two of them actually. The blood traitor would pay, she would take her and the spawn of the two lying dead at her feet and she would finally cleanse the House of Black completely.
She supposed she'd have to have a child. She wondered wildly if the Dark Lord would ever possibly...The Purity of such a child. Pure blooded from the line of Salazar himself!!
Oh all her dreams were coming true, she was here, at Hogwarts, with Potter dead, the Headmaster long since gone and her lord Triumphant Bellatrix could only giggle as she crashed through the once hallowed halls of Hogwarts, she'd left Fenrir biting some Gryffindor girl and her dear darling husband was...
Well that didn't matter. All that mattered was tonight, the Glory of her Lord.
"I killed the half blood! I killed the half blood!"
Bella ran through the corridors heading toward the Great Hall pausing to cruciatus some helpless Hufflepuff when suddenly with a flash of light she found herself on a street.
A street. NOT Hogwarts. She hadn't apperated...
She shrieked wildly and apperated again, black smoke rising in a vile haze and... reforming
"Crucio" she hissed wildly wand still in her hand from the battle. A passer by took the brunt of it. And after a few minutes she learned she was in some part of America called Kansas. It was 2009, and he'd heard of the Dark Lord as a story?? He didn't fear him!
Twenty minutes later she finally gave in to bordom and killed the man, and three others besides just to make herself feel better.
No one feared her Lord? They would soon.
"Morsmorde!" she incanted, the grey swirling mark tinged with green appearing in the sky. She would have answers, and she would have them soon.