Alright. I'll admit- I'm not quite sure what this is, and I don't know how it's going to end/turn out... The one thing I can tell you right now is that Harry Potter in general does not belong to me; it belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. :) Just... read. You don't have to enjoy.

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Bellatrix ran. That was all she could do, for the wretched boy had disarmed her a ways back; she’d just been fortunate enough to dodge every curse that he flung at her. ‘No,’ she admitted to herself as she tried to find somewhere to hide, ‘I don’t feel bad for killing my cousin. It’s just bad luck that he happened to be your godfather, too, Potter. Life isn’t fai- damn!’ She dodged a stunner and ducked in behind one of the great golden statues that resided in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Only at that moment did Bellatrix realize that that was where she was. She had been too busy trying to escape the Potter brat to take any notice of anything that was surrounding her. From her hiding spot, her eyes glanced over the room; the walls, the ceiling, the floor… Then she saw it.

Not ten feet away was her wand, which caused Bellatrix to think that she and Harry had just been running in circles the entire time. She could see Potter still, seething with anger as he looked for her. She knew what he’d do if he found her- it would be the Killing Curse for sure. ‘Too bad he’s not creative at all… Only does what that senile old man tells him to do. If he had any brains he’d know to use the Cruciatus Curse first. Pity…’ For a moment more, Bellatrix contemplated the likelihood of getting to her wand successfully. She decided to wait until Potter had his back turned, then run for it.

At the first chance she got, as soon as the Potter boy had turned his back to her, Bellatrix ran for her wand. She cursed her boots, big and heavy, as they thudded across the polished floor, leaving loud echoes in the silence of the Atrium. She knew that he’d spotted her by then- he must have. But she kept on going, the distance between herself and her wand seeming to never get any smaller. The faster she tried to run, the slower she went. It was like in nightmares that she’d had; in fact, exactly like in nightmares that she’d had. It was always that- a final showdown between herself and one of the Order of the Phoenix, or in this case, it was Potter (though he would surely grow up to be in the Order if her Lord didn’t get to him first). Bellatrix had to laugh at this, because she knew that the Dark Lord –her Dark Lord- would end the boy once and for all, though she wished more than anything to be by His side when that day came.

But she knew that she was going to lose.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix heard Harry yell, and she stumbled and fell, just within reach of her wand.

It hadn’t been that bad of a curse at all, really, because Potter didn’t understand how to use it, she figured. However, it had drained her of energy for a moment, and by the time she’d started to extend her arm to grasp her wand, she felt Harry standing over her, the tip of his wand at her throat.

“Move and I’ll kill you,” he said, but Bellatrix didn’t really hear him.

She’d been caught. After all those years in Azkaban, all those years of servitude to her Lord, here she was, about to meet her end at the hand of a fifteen-year-old boy that couldn’t properly use the Unforgiveables yet. Her eyes widened in terror as Harry began forcing his wand further into her neck, and opened his mouth to say the two final words that she, Bellatrix, most loyal servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort, would ever hear.

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Short, right? That was the point... Getting to the point was my point. :)