Author's Notes: Hurrah for random plot bunnies turning up at six in the morning…

This is based on the lyrics to the Emilie Autumn song "Let the Record Show". I own nothing. Please don't sue me.


Why had she turned to her? The question repeated itself in Molly's head as she tossed and turned in bed that night. What had possessed her to think to fight Bellatrix Lestrange? She had been so sure she would die in the fight and then her children would have no mother to raise them. What if that had been what happened?

It wasn't, she told herself. You lived. You bested her.

She could still see the image in her head of Bellatrix frozen, crooked smile still painted on her face, before toppling to the ground.

Molly shuddered and buried her face in her pillow.

Nightmares. The battle played over and over in Molly's mind, the fight between her and Bellatrix the centrepiece. Then she saw Bellatrix lying, broken on the ground.

"Why did you do it, Molly Weasley?" Her voice sounded through the dream, dark and haunting and Molly struggled against sleep, trying to wake herself up to get out of the Hell where her victim could speak to her.

"You're evil," Molly tried to say, but the words didn't come out.

Bellatrix's corpse sat up and she sneered at Molly. "When you end a life, you're just as bad as any other murderer. You think you're better than me, but you're not. You murdered me… in coldest blood… with your own two hands."

"And if I hadn't?" asked Molly defensively. "I'd have turned into one more person you slew."

"You're jealous," Bellatrix told her. "You wish you could be a murderer like me, be free like me. How many times have you wanted to kill before? But you've never done it, until you murdered me. It felt good."

"No." Molly was trying desperately to wake up, but she couldn't. This dream was so real – more real than being awake was. "You're evil."

"Such a simple excuse for such a complex crime as murder."

"I don't want to hear this."

"You think you'll walk away from this? No, wrong again. You know, before you murdered me, I did exist… I was a human being, who you destroyed. I had family, sisters, husband, parents, nephew… I was in love…"

"NO!" Molly pressed her hands over her ears like a child trying to block out taunts. "No, you weren't in love, people like you can't feel love!" She knew it wasn't true – of course, anyone could feel love, to think otherwise was idiotic, but she couldn't imagine Bellatrix as loving anyone. If she did, then this whole thing was just made harder.

"It's a good thing for you that the Dark Lord didn't live," Bellatrix taunted. "If he had, things wouldn't be pleasant for you… he would have punished you horribly for killing me."

"You're a wretched whore," Molly spat, not knowing why she was bothering to insult Bellatrix when she was dead and Molly was alive so Molly had so clearly won, but she did it anyway. "You're a wretched whore!"

Bellatrix smiled and lay back down, resuming her position sprawled on the ground.

"I'm the prettiest wretched whore that you've ever seen," she said, and then lay still.

Molly awoke, shaking.