Bellatrix Black—cold, ruthless, and feared by many. She is nothing like her sisters, Narcissa and Andromeda. Where they are soft, she is sharp. Where they love, she destroys. Many whisper that she is heartless, cruel, incapable of feeling anything but hunger for power. And perhaps they’re right.

But what if they aren’t? What if, beneath the cruelty and arrogance, she is capable of love? Would she fight it? Embrace it? And most of all… would anyone dare to love her back?

The echo of footsteps reverberated through the dimly lit hallways of Hogwarts. Bellatrix moved with an air of superiority, her dark robes swirling around her, while Narcissa trailed behind, her voice filled with concern.

"Bella, please." Narcissa pleaded, her hand reaching out to touch her sister’s arm. "You don’t have to follow him. There’s always another way."

Bellatrix turned on her, her eyes cold and dismissive. "You’re wasting your time, Cissy. The Dark Lord is our future. I’m not going to be left behind."

"But you don’t even know him!" Narcissa’s voice cracked with emotion. "He’ll use you, just like he’s used so many others!"

Before Bellatrix could respond, you turned the corner too quickly, crashing right into her.

The collision sent both of you stumbling, and Bellatrix shot you a venomous glare as she steadied herself. Her dark eyes narrowed, and she straightened her robes, her grip tightening around the wand hidden in her sleeve.