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"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."
EPISODE 6- "The Great Gig in the Sky"
The ocean spray was icy cold over the east Mediterranean Sea; the wind was frigid, as the sky crackled with lighting and continued to piss rain everywhere. The Dark Lord, after flying across an entire body of water, set foot on an island of the east coast of the Italian border that didn't exist on any map; muggle or magical.
The tree's were unrealistically tall; the tree trunks where thick and wider than the average house, it may have been because it was dark, but The Dark Lord's keen eyes, could not for the life of them, find the top of any of the tree's. Fog rolled over the ground, and wild animals could be heard in the distance as rain pelted on leafs he could not see.
On his quest for infinite knowledge The Dark Lord came across a series of books by a muggle author by the name of Jules Vern; this "Island" was something akin to the many strange and interesting places which sprouted from his imagination. Of course he could fell the overwhelming esoteric magic, which was demonic in nature, that permeated this magical isle, not to mention the gigantic mushrooms which were riddled with red poka-dots, and the glowing blue eyes that watched inside the misty fog that only seemed to get denser the further he toddled thru the savage like land.
After walking miles in the impenetrable dark foliage The Dark Lord could hear a hum getting louder and louder as his amble continued forward. Then, there was a burst of light and before his slit reptilian eyes an entire Gothic castle of white limestone appeared from nothingness. It had pointed archs, ribbed vaults and flying buttresses as well as many grotesque gargoyles's which where perched on landings carved into the buttresses; the gargoyles looked awfully sinister, maybe this was so because the foul repulsive beings kept growling and licking their pitch forked tongues. "Or were they yawning…?" Thought the Dark Lord inquisitively, tilting his hooded head.
The Dark Lord begin to circle the edifice like a hungry vulture, as his crimson red reptilian eyes scanned the dark fortress in earnest curiosity; he noticed the many battles scar's on the ancient structure, as well as human skulls, shields, swords, weapons of all sorts littered the grounds surrounding the ancient castle; he even noticed remains of creatures that were extinct and of something's he never thought imaginable and was sure didn't exist, even in the wizarding world.
He also became aware that the peculiar trees of the island had somehow receded behind him in what he could see from his angle, the presence of the castle caused the dense, dark, savage, magical forest like jungle to ebb away in a perfect circle around the vast estate. Although the castle was obviously demonic in nature, it was the only thing he could see properly without the use of magic on the entire island.
The Dark Lord decided that walking around the castle would take far too long; it was about half the size of Hogwarts with a moat and bridge, it looked as if it was indestructible, impenetrable. The grey limestone looked wrinkle and old like an elderly woman in a walking chair; it literally contradicted itself. The dark lord glided on his dark cloud, slowly rotating around the castle like a black sun, until he came across a tall tower and noticed a dark figure waiting for him at the top.
Bellatrix Lestrange opened her eyes, to her dismay; all she could see physically was a blinding light. She could feel tears rolling down her checks, no; the liquid was too thick and tasted too coppery to be tears when it was absorbed by the taste bugs on her crying tongue; blood. As the blood continued to race down her check, the blinding light before her eyes set in to motion a series of warped images, images that looked all too familiar.
Her senses were raw and open, she could hear nothing, but she was aware of her ability to hear, that's not true, she could hear herself screaming. She could taste the awful taste of pain, the pain she'd caused in life, she could see only light, like those she tortured into insanity. This must be hell she thought, as images raced before her eyes. Then complete darkness.
Bellatrix senses were all active except for her sight all she could see was darkness, she felt cold alone and afraid. Then from the cold musky darkness came a foul voice, and from that voice two questions.
"Maim? Are you going to walk in?" Spat a frustrated voice of a man from behind Bellatrix. She blinked and just like that the world came zooming into her vision from absolute nothingness. She could hear…Music, her vision was blurry, but she could smell coffee, tea, fish and other delightful scents which the living took for granted. "Maim, I would like to be on time for work this week, bloody hell".
Bellatrix turned around; apparently she was standing in the doorway of some cafe on a busy street in London. "Pardon me, sir" replied Bellatrix paying the man little to no mind, rubbing her small soft and nimble knuckles in her eyes in an attempt to better her vision, as she stepped inside shop to free the man's path.
It was all very sudden, the situation Bellatrix found herself in; one moment she was experiencing something akin to divine pain while being blinded by imperial light, and then she was asked question in a dark, cold musky…Place, next thing she knew…
"Bellatrix, is that you?" Bellatrix need not turn around to know whose voice it was that was calling out to her, she knew it all too well, that bark, that unconscious aggressiveness; Sirius. But how…This must be some kind of 3rd degree of hell or something.
"Sirius…you, you…" Whispered Bellatrix, breathless, as she finally turned around to face what she could only dream to be there, Sirius; her late cousin she'd murdered ignorantly in her past life. There he sat very young, and very handsome, among young muggle girls who where now glaring at her in an evil way. But she was Bellatrix, she was a Slytherin, really, if they only knew. She shook out of her stupor of racing thoughts and strutted to the ladies room to collect herself.
Upon exiting the ladies room she'd come to a couple conclusion: One, this was most likely some demented, sadistic, torture of some kind by Satan or whoever the hell was in charge. Two, this is the year nineteen-seventy-three she was twenty-three and already married to Rodolphus Lestrange. Three, This was the day she tried to convince Sirius to join the death eater ranks, he was only thirteen; She remembered this day well, this café, this scene.
It was March 23, 1973; a muggle band by the name of Pink Floyd released a CD titled "The Dark Side of the Moon" three weeks prior, it caused pandemonium; it hit Sirius like a freight train. Bellatrix remembers being home practicing forbidden spell's Rodolphus taught her, before he he went away on family business to the states, and hearing her aunt scream frantically through her eloquent fireplace. She recalls her aunt telling her Sirius ran away and left a note, renouncing his surname and explaining how he was no longer happy living under their roof, their dogma and ideals.
Sirius was Bellatrix favorite cousin; he was like her little brother, she wanted the best for him, so when she heard of his confliction she sought out the Dark Lord and told him these things. She can still hear his words, "recruit him, he will grow strong in my ranks, his cynicism will be eclipsed by understanding."
She remembers it not ending well, Sirius, even then, was strong willed. He might not like to admit it but in that regard his Black roots protruded from the earth arrogantly. She can remember being hurt, sad, and angry. This was his birth right! How dare he not acknowledge that? This uprising was for the indigenous wizards, those who came first, the muggles where threatening their existence. Sirius was raised a pure blood "how could he not understand that?" She remembered thinking after She stormed from the café, cursing his name.
Now she stood in front of him while Pink Floyd's "The Great Gig in the Sky" blasted through the speakers of the dim, ragged, bohemian café. Sirius gestured for her to sit across from him, she obliged as the muggle girls, catching the hint left while still scowling at Bellatrix, only then did she realize she was twenty-three which meant she looked around sixteen. Pale skin, long ebony curls, bold cheek bones and full rosy red lips with a pair of dark dreamy eyes as well as a shapely figure, Bellatrix was beautiful again.
Bellatrix must have spaced out because all of a sudden Sirius was rushing to her side, apparently she had been crying. It was probably the overwhelming realization that she was reliving something that she thought she had lost long ago. Sirius looked around the Café frantically Bellatrix, mind still foggy, only than began to wonder what the sudden fuss was about when she noticed the tissue he'd used to wipe her face free of tears was red; blood.
"Bellatrix, since when were your eyes violet?" demanded Sirius, while slightly laughing, speed walking down the street, Bellatrix in his grasp, watching in case the ministry shows up. Bellatrix continued to stare at him ignoring his question; it was just like Sirius to find excitement from this situation. The allure of breaking rules was all ways to much for him to ignore. "I don't think anyone is following us, so do mind explain why you're following me dear cousin?" quarried Sirius while peaking around the corner of the ally.
"Your mother, told me of your decision to renounce the family name, I just wanted to say-"
"I don't care what you th-
"I'll be there for you no matter what decision you make"
Sirius looked in to Bellatrixs eye's, confusion evident, this had not been what he expected when he seen her walk through the door. Then as if on cue fog begin to issue from his eyes. Bellatrix closed the distance between them and shook teenage Sirius, causing his long dark locks to frolic about. His steadied he blinked a couple of times, and then he looked at Bellatrix and grinned viciously.
Before she could question him, He stood to his feet grabbed her arm bent his knees and upper body and shot like a missile into the muggy air of London. Before Bellatrix knew what was happening, wind was rushing in to her face and screaming in her ears. The clouds scurried out of the way upon their speedy approach. Suddenly Sirius stopped in mid air.
"SIRIUS WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?! ONLY WIZARDS LIKE THE DARK LORD ARE CAPABLE OF SUCH FEATS. HOW…" Bellowed Bellatrix taken aback by the distance in height they reached in a short amount of time.
"Don't worry Bella, I Know what I'm doing, besides consider this payback…For killing me you twat" Chortled Sirius, as he squinted in one direction then in another, scratching his chin indifferently. Bellatrix stared at him slack jawed, how did he know about that? It hadn't happened yet, right? Or was she right initially, was this some kind of cruel stage of hell.
"Let's see, is it over there…or is it that way…?" questioned Sirius to no one in particular; apparently he was attempting to solve some conundrum. As he did so Bellatrix could fell Sirius magical signature, it was unparalleled to anything she had ever felt or witnessed and yet, somehow encouraged a sense of nostalgia, and images began flashing before her eyes again.
"I suppose we'll just have to wing my dear sister." Sighed Sirius, frowning slightly, apparently stumped by some invisible foe. Before Bellatrix could state a reply, they were flying at mach speed towards the serpentine river; however, right before they reached the surface…
"Oops I meant cousin…right"
Bellatrix woke up. "Where are we" She said out loud unconsciously, while rubbing her neck and stretching in an attempt to alleviate the pain. She could hear footsteps racing, no doubt in her direction.
"The ministry obviously you barmy bird, get of my leg, hell" Barked Sirius, Bellatrix mind was beginning to lose itself, her perplexity was perplexed by the sudden events that kept taking place, instantaneously she had been dragged hear in there, by some unseen force. What was the point, was there one? Or was the point that there was no point?
"I don't know if you remember Azkaban well, you should, you were only dead for all of an hour at most, but I have no intention of returning to that hole in hell's wall." Said Sirius standing to his full height, his hair was as long as Bellatrix, he looked to be around his late teens maybe early twenties, but he died in his forties, how is it he looks so youthful? Was this just another illusion some sort?
"STUPEFY!" Screamed a voice from the top of the stairs, Sirius dodged and hit him with a spell Bellatrix hadn't heard as he tumbled down the stairs. This was the place where…She turned around and sure enough, the veil was standing right there.
"Hey "Violet" you coming or what?"
"Zhis iz zee guest chambers, Monsignor" Said a handmaiden Gesturing to a room with a white door at the end of a hallway of purple drapes and décor. Harry carried Hedwig on his shoulder down the hallway as he stared out of the storming window. Then all of a sudden, his mind went numb, he got very dizzy and nausea's, it was like he was on a roller-coaster, he could hear voices in his ear's, non e of them were Voldemorts, but They did sound familiar…"Twat?"
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"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."
EPISODE 6- "The Great Gig in the Sky"
The ocean spray was icy cold over the east Mediterranean Sea; the wind was frigid, as the sky crackled with lighting and continued to piss rain everywhere. The Dark Lord, after flying across an entire body of water, set foot on an island of the east coast of the Italian border that didn't exist on any map; muggle or magical.
The tree's were unrealistically tall; the tree trunks where thick and wider than the average house, it may have been because it was dark, but The Dark Lord's keen eyes, could not for the life of them, find the top of any of the tree's. Fog rolled over the ground, and wild animals could be heard in the distance as rain pelted on leafs he could not see.
On his quest for infinite knowledge The Dark Lord came across a series of books by a muggle author by the name of Jules Vern; this "Island" was something akin to the many strange and interesting places which sprouted from his imagination. Of course he could fell the overwhelming esoteric magic, which was demonic in nature, that permeated this magical isle, not to mention the gigantic mushrooms which were riddled with red poka-dots, and the glowing blue eyes that watched inside the misty fog that only seemed to get denser the further he toddled thru the savage like land.
After walking miles in the impenetrable dark foliage The Dark Lord could hear a hum getting louder and louder as his amble continued forward. Then, there was a burst of light and before his slit reptilian eyes an entire Gothic castle of white limestone appeared from nothingness. It had pointed archs, ribbed vaults and flying buttresses as well as many grotesque gargoyles's which where perched on landings carved into the buttresses; the gargoyles looked awfully sinister, maybe this was so because the foul repulsive beings kept growling and licking their pitch forked tongues. "Or were they yawning…?" Thought the Dark Lord inquisitively, tilting his hooded head.
The Dark Lord begin to circle the edifice like a hungry vulture, as his crimson red reptilian eyes scanned the dark fortress in earnest curiosity; he noticed the many battles scar's on the ancient structure, as well as human skulls, shields, swords, weapons of all sorts littered the grounds surrounding the ancient castle; he even noticed remains of creatures that were extinct and of something's he never thought imaginable and was sure didn't exist, even in the wizarding world.
He also became aware that the peculiar trees of the island had somehow receded behind him in what he could see from his angle, the presence of the castle caused the dense, dark, savage, magical forest like jungle to ebb away in a perfect circle around the vast estate. Although the castle was obviously demonic in nature, it was the only thing he could see properly without the use of magic on the entire island.
The Dark Lord decided that walking around the castle would take far too long; it was about half the size of Hogwarts with a moat and bridge, it looked as if it was indestructible, impenetrable. The grey limestone looked wrinkle and old like an elderly woman in a walking chair; it literally contradicted itself. The dark lord glided on his dark cloud, slowly rotating around the castle like a black sun, until he came across a tall tower and noticed a dark figure waiting for him at the top.
Bellatrix Lestrange opened her eyes, to her dismay; all she could see physically was a blinding light. She could feel tears rolling down her checks, no; the liquid was too thick and tasted too coppery to be tears when it was absorbed by the taste bugs on her crying tongue; blood. As the blood continued to race down her check, the blinding light before her eyes set in to motion a series of warped images, images that looked all too familiar.
Her senses were raw and open, she could hear nothing, but she was aware of her ability to hear, that's not true, she could hear herself screaming. She could taste the awful taste of pain, the pain she'd caused in life, she could see only light, like those she tortured into insanity. This must be hell she thought, as images raced before her eyes. Then complete darkness.
Bellatrix senses were all active except for her sight all she could see was darkness, she felt cold alone and afraid. Then from the cold musky darkness came a foul voice, and from that voice two questions.
"Maim? Are you going to walk in?" Spat a frustrated voice of a man from behind Bellatrix. She blinked and just like that the world came zooming into her vision from absolute nothingness. She could hear…Music, her vision was blurry, but she could smell coffee, tea, fish and other delightful scents which the living took for granted. "Maim, I would like to be on time for work this week, bloody hell".
Bellatrix turned around; apparently she was standing in the doorway of some cafe on a busy street in London. "Pardon me, sir" replied Bellatrix paying the man little to no mind, rubbing her small soft and nimble knuckles in her eyes in an attempt to better her vision, as she stepped inside shop to free the man's path.
It was all very sudden, the situation Bellatrix found herself in; one moment she was experiencing something akin to divine pain while being blinded by imperial light, and then she was asked question in a dark, cold musky…Place, next thing she knew…
"Bellatrix, is that you?" Bellatrix need not turn around to know whose voice it was that was calling out to her, she knew it all too well, that bark, that unconscious aggressiveness; Sirius. But how…This must be some kind of 3rd degree of hell or something.
"Sirius…you, you…" Whispered Bellatrix, breathless, as she finally turned around to face what she could only dream to be there, Sirius; her late cousin she'd murdered ignorantly in her past life. There he sat very young, and very handsome, among young muggle girls who where now glaring at her in an evil way. But she was Bellatrix, she was a Slytherin, really, if they only knew. She shook out of her stupor of racing thoughts and strutted to the ladies room to collect herself.
Upon exiting the ladies room she'd come to a couple conclusion: One, this was most likely some demented, sadistic, torture of some kind by Satan or whoever the hell was in charge. Two, this is the year nineteen-seventy-three she was twenty-three and already married to Rodolphus Lestrange. Three, This was the day she tried to convince Sirius to join the death eater ranks, he was only thirteen; She remembered this day well, this café, this scene.
It was March 23, 1973; a muggle band by the name of Pink Floyd released a CD titled "The Dark Side of the Moon" three weeks prior, it caused pandemonium; it hit Sirius like a freight train. Bellatrix remembers being home practicing forbidden spell's Rodolphus taught her, before he he went away on family business to the states, and hearing her aunt scream frantically through her eloquent fireplace. She recalls her aunt telling her Sirius ran away and left a note, renouncing his surname and explaining how he was no longer happy living under their roof, their dogma and ideals.
Sirius was Bellatrix favorite cousin; he was like her little brother, she wanted the best for him, so when she heard of his confliction she sought out the Dark Lord and told him these things. She can still hear his words, "recruit him, he will grow strong in my ranks, his cynicism will be eclipsed by understanding."
She remembers it not ending well, Sirius, even then, was strong willed. He might not like to admit it but in that regard his Black roots protruded from the earth arrogantly. She can remember being hurt, sad, and angry. This was his birth right! How dare he not acknowledge that? This uprising was for the indigenous wizards, those who came first, the muggles where threatening their existence. Sirius was raised a pure blood "how could he not understand that?" She remembered thinking after She stormed from the café, cursing his name.
Now she stood in front of him while Pink Floyd's "The Great Gig in the Sky" blasted through the speakers of the dim, ragged, bohemian café. Sirius gestured for her to sit across from him, she obliged as the muggle girls, catching the hint left while still scowling at Bellatrix, only then did she realize she was twenty-three which meant she looked around sixteen. Pale skin, long ebony curls, bold cheek bones and full rosy red lips with a pair of dark dreamy eyes as well as a shapely figure, Bellatrix was beautiful again.
Bellatrix must have spaced out because all of a sudden Sirius was rushing to her side, apparently she had been crying. It was probably the overwhelming realization that she was reliving something that she thought she had lost long ago. Sirius looked around the Café frantically Bellatrix, mind still foggy, only than began to wonder what the sudden fuss was about when she noticed the tissue he'd used to wipe her face free of tears was red; blood.
"Bellatrix, since when were your eyes violet?" demanded Sirius, while slightly laughing, speed walking down the street, Bellatrix in his grasp, watching in case the ministry shows up. Bellatrix continued to stare at him ignoring his question; it was just like Sirius to find excitement from this situation. The allure of breaking rules was all ways to much for him to ignore. "I don't think anyone is following us, so do mind explain why you're following me dear cousin?" quarried Sirius while peaking around the corner of the ally.
"Your mother, told me of your decision to renounce the family name, I just wanted to say-"
"I don't care what you th-
"I'll be there for you no matter what decision you make"
Sirius looked in to Bellatrixs eye's, confusion evident, this had not been what he expected when he seen her walk through the door. Then as if on cue fog begin to issue from his eyes. Bellatrix closed the distance between them and shook teenage Sirius, causing his long dark locks to frolic about. His steadied he blinked a couple of times, and then he looked at Bellatrix and grinned viciously.
Before she could question him, He stood to his feet grabbed her arm bent his knees and upper body and shot like a missile into the muggy air of London. Before Bellatrix knew what was happening, wind was rushing in to her face and screaming in her ears. The clouds scurried out of the way upon their speedy approach. Suddenly Sirius stopped in mid air.
"SIRIUS WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?! ONLY WIZARDS LIKE THE DARK LORD ARE CAPABLE OF SUCH FEATS. HOW…" Bellowed Bellatrix taken aback by the distance in height they reached in a short amount of time.
"Don't worry Bella, I Know what I'm doing, besides consider this payback…For killing me you twat" Chortled Sirius, as he squinted in one direction then in another, scratching his chin indifferently. Bellatrix stared at him slack jawed, how did he know about that? It hadn't happened yet, right? Or was she right initially, was this some kind of cruel stage of hell.
"Let's see, is it over there…or is it that way…?" questioned Sirius to no one in particular; apparently he was attempting to solve some conundrum. As he did so Bellatrix could fell Sirius magical signature, it was unparalleled to anything she had ever felt or witnessed and yet, somehow encouraged a sense of nostalgia, and images began flashing before her eyes again.
"I suppose we'll just have to wing my dear sister." Sighed Sirius, frowning slightly, apparently stumped by some invisible foe. Before Bellatrix could state a reply, they were flying at mach speed towards the serpentine river; however, right before they reached the surface…
"Oops I meant cousin…right"
Bellatrix woke up. "Where are we" She said out loud unconsciously, while rubbing her neck and stretching in an attempt to alleviate the pain. She could hear footsteps racing, no doubt in her direction.
"The ministry obviously you barmy bird, get of my leg, hell" Barked Sirius, Bellatrix mind was beginning to lose itself, her perplexity was perplexed by the sudden events that kept taking place, instantaneously she had been dragged hear in there, by some unseen force. What was the point, was there one? Or was the point that there was no point?
"I don't know if you remember Azkaban well, you should, you were only dead for all of an hour at most, but I have no intention of returning to that hole in hell's wall." Said Sirius standing to his full height, his hair was as long as Bellatrix, he looked to be around his late teens maybe early twenties, but he died in his forties, how is it he looks so youthful? Was this just another illusion some sort?
"STUPEFY!" Screamed a voice from the top of the stairs, Sirius dodged and hit him with a spell Bellatrix hadn't heard as he tumbled down the stairs. This was the place where…She turned around and sure enough, the veil was standing right there.
"Hey "Violet" you coming or what?"
"Zhis iz zee guest chambers, Monsignor" Said a handmaiden Gesturing to a room with a white door at the end of a hallway of purple drapes and décor. Harry carried Hedwig on his shoulder down the hallway as he stared out of the storming window. Then all of a sudden, his mind went numb, he got very dizzy and nausea's, it was like he was on a roller-coaster, he could hear voices in his ear's, non e of them were Voldemorts, but They did sound familiar…"Twat?"