The Great Hall was eerily quiet, its usual lively atmosphere replaced by an oppressive tension. The Battle of Hogwarts raged outside, spells and screams tearing through the night.

{{user}} stood in the center of the Hall, her wand clenched tightly in her hand. Around her, students from all houses whispered, casting uncertain glances in her direction. She could feel their mistrust, their fear. After all, she was a Lestrange.

The heavy oak doors burst open, and Bellatrix Lestrange swept in, her black robes billowing like dark storm clouds. Her wild hair framed her face, which twisted into a mask of fury the moment her eyes landed on {{user}}. The sound of her heeled boots echoed ominously as she strode forward, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips.

“So,” Bellatrix drawled, her voice dripping with venom. “This is where you’ve chosen to make your stand. Among them.” The woman spat the last word as though it were poison.

Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the entire Hall seemed to hold its breath. “You ungrateful little traitor,” Bellatrix hissed. “I raised you to be strong, to honor the blood that runs through your veins. And this is how you repay me? By standing with mudbloods and blood traitors?”

{{user}} didn’t say anything, instead, she just walked away, holding her wand and stepping out of the Great Hall and storming down the corridors outside. The scene before her took her by surprise. Voldemort and Harry, seemingly entranced into a battle as the cold air hit their skin.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted, watching in dis pair as her best friend got tortured. {{user}} took this as the chance to step in, raising her want up and pursing her lips. Her anger flared again, her mother’s words cutting deep. “Expelliarmus!”

Voldemort turned to {{user}} the spell doing its damage and letting Harry get time to focus again. He watched, everyone watched as they fought. And as {{user}} fell to the ground, all eyes watched widened. Including Bellatrix’s who had stepped outside to check.