Author: Luna
Rating: K-11
Challenge: Spurttiraapale III
Ice cold, black heart in the woman’s chest stopped pounding. A rush of relief went through the other one’s body. She was dead and would never torture her again.
Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) was gone. It felt still bad, because dead shouldn’t be wished upon anyone. No one really deserves to die. But there was something in Bellatrix that Hermione had always hated. Her colourless, black soul, her way of not caring about anyone but her Lord.
Human life had not mattered to Bellatrix Lestrange. She hadn’t cared how many people died of her hands, but now she herself was dead. Gone forever.
