A/N: Love to reviewers and Countess Black
I rarely write to a theme, but I wanted a challenge, so here are drabbles based on the most famous line from TS Eliot's 'The Hollow Men'.
As it turned out, I was misquoting, but I kept the error. All of these are either moments we didn't see the first time round or else saw from a different vantage point. In some of them, the character themself is looking back on things with fresh eyes.
These are all SIH-verse but different places in the timeline. If you haven't read 'Strange and Invisible History', I suggest you do that.
Also, I never title chapters, but since the point was to expand my horizons, here we are. The titles are lines from poems I like.
Bellatrix, May of 1992
This is how the world ends, she thought, the water sluicing down her back, washing away the filth, the smells, the lice, her world entire gone down the drain. She would never know a moment of greater sensual pleasure than this, the soap scrubbing her, the water steaming on her grey skin, her hair slowly unmatting under the spray, tears running down her face and pattering off her wasted breasts.
Her Mark burnt, and she smiled, showing rotted teeth to no one. This is how it ends, and the new one would be made in His image. Bellatrix Lestrange would see to it.