LbN: I wrote this in my lit class today. We were reading this poem and this story just kind of sprang into my head...

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

She's evil; evil, but beautiful, and strong, and loyal. It seems like the good outweighs the bad. So what if her loyalty's to the Dark Lord? Loyalty's loyalty. I saw her torture someone the other day, it was amazing. I hate doing it, even though I don't have to that often. I have undercover work, important work. I'm needed, despite what Padfoot and Prongs think. They'd have everyone think that I'm worthless, except where it benefits them, but I'm not. I know I'm not, because I've seen the way the others look at me when I tell the Dark Lord things that none of the rest of them can tell him.

Where was I? Right, Bellatrix. She's not all bad, you just have to be careful not to piss her off. Like I said, she's strong and really, really good at what she does. She's not some heartless hag; she really loves Narcissa. Her sister's the only person she minds her tongue around. Everyone else is subject to her critical comments. She's a mixture, and people aren't fair to her; much like the Dark Lord.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the namelss grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

She wouldn't be the same if she were any different. It would take away from her beauty, you know? Any compassion out of her would, I don't know, contradict her form; especially her hair, quite possibly the darkest shade of black I've ever seen. If she were anymore evil, though, it would make her insufferable. She enjoys her job just enough to not be completely crazy. She loves it, because she loves him, the Dark Lord.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

She's a lot like him, you know; and it's frightening sometimes. She can silence a room without raising her voice. When she smiles at you, you know you can be proud of what you've done. She only smiles at people when they've done a good job in service to the Dark Lord; with the exception of Narcissa. She smiles at her sister more often than most. She lives every waking moment for him and expects the same of others; it's quite admirable, her dedication. We should all be like her. Bellatrix's love for the Dark Lord is pure, and I wish to God that I had it.

LbN: Hope you liked it! The poem is "She Walks in Beauty" by Byron.