Disclaimer: You know, all the disclaimers I've already posted are still in effect.
Authors note: Sorry it's short, I've got to go to bed, and I thought I would post what I had..

CHAPTER FIVE: Part Two; Unsuspecting Events

Of course, Bellatrix could only see one person standing if front of her.

"Bellatrix?!" Scorpius almost yelled.

Bellatrix stepped forward and slapped her hand against his mouth. "Shush boy! And it's "Aunt Bellatrix" to you."

I glared at her, instantly hating her. Hating the crazed look in her eyes, hating her mangled hair, hating the twitch in her mouth...I wanted to hit her, of course it wouldn't effect her...

"You are supposed to be dead, so I don't really have to call you anything," Scorpius responded coolly.

I saw it coming before he did, so I stopped it (well, not really, more like I jumped along for the ride..)

"NO!" I ran forward, grabbing Scorpius's arm, clinging on so hard I probably cut off his circulation. He stared at me, realizing what I was doing, his eyes widened as Bellatrix lunged forward grabbing his arm as well. Just as I saw she was going to apparate, I shoved Scorpius out of her grip.

He was left there, still gaping along with the men. I heard faintly as I was sucked away, one of the mysterious men say, "The rescue mission is for her....."

We landed heavily in Malfoy Manner, Bellatrix was stumped as to how Scorpius was not there with her. And I was stumped as to what had happened. Somehow I went from eating in the Great Hall, to sitting on the floor with a dead women in Malfoy Manner.

I was terrified, to put it bluntly. Yes, I had seen Malfoy Manner in my dreams, but I didn't actually know where it was. So I was stuck there. I was stuck and only three people knew where I was. And only one of them could be seen by other people.

Not that it mattered who know, because no one would believe him. I had disappeared two years ago, to everyone else, I was already dead.

Bellatrix was mad. She was more then mad. She was mad enough to kill. It was times like that, when I was glad that people didn't know I was in the room.

She, however, seemed to know I was in the room...

"I know your in here little girl," her crazed eyes scanned the room, looking right past me several times, "Come out and," she paused dramatically, looking only a few inches to my left, "play!" A crooked smile played on her lips. Like, like she had planned this all along...like she...like she really never wanted Scorpius. Like she wanted me this whole time. But how could she want me? She couldn't even know about me..

"You sick old witch!" I screamed, half hoping she could hear me. Half hoping she couldn't. I screamed it again, "You sick OLD WITCH!"

She didn't even blink. She did throw curses all across the room, while screaming threat's, "You don't stand a chance! Everyone thinks your dead! No one cares about you! But you could do well working for me, continuing on in the Dark Lord's work. Join us Bethany, come and help the rightful cause. You could do well for us, I even know how to reverse that curse on you. You want to be seen again, don't you? Your brother, your parents, they could all see you. Understand that you didn't abandon them..."

That made me pause. Be seen again? All I would have to do is work for Bella- WHAT AM I SAYING?! I shook the thought from my head. As much as I wanted to be heard and be seen, especially by my family, NOTHING could get me to work for Bellatrix.

"Very well then girl, you have now heard my offer. So I must hear your answer. I'll let you see that I can keep my promises.." She closed her eyes and called out, "Laudivite Sentirey Videril!" A flash of yellow light.

I winced, expecting something. But nothing happened. Nothing except, Bellatrix was staring right at me.

"What a pathetic sight..." Bellatrix murmured. "See? I can make you visible again, I can get your beloved brother to see you..I can make it happen, all you have to do is say, 'yes'."

I stared at her, then I glared at her, then I stood up in front of her. "There is something I have wanted to say to you," I told her, staring at her wild, greasy hair, "Something I'm surprised people haven't already told you," I took another step closer, so I was now right at her disgusting ear, I whispered into it, "Wash your hair, you sick old, WITCH!"

I was rewarded by the unbearable, unforgivable, pain of the Crucio curse.