Dear Bellatrix Lestrange,

I have no words for your insanity. Well, maybe crazy and mental. But even I have to admit you have some admirable traits. You're loyal to a fault, and you own up to your actions. Whether that's a good thing or not is up to interpretation. You had the potential to be such a good heroine, yet here you are, locked up on account of torturing to insanity. Why throw away your life? Everytime you laugh, you send a chill down my walls. Even the dementors don't do that. Your smile is crooked, and your eyes hold so much pain and passion. If you were born into a different family, brought up by different beliefs everything would be different. An innocent boy would have his parents. Two people would have their sanity. You could have been so much more. You could have been truly happy.