The Malfoy Manner was exactly like I remembered it. From the haunting black shingles that seemed to reflect minimal light, to the curtains that were forever closed. The large brick mansion that had once been my home looked exactly the same. 

A burial ground for so many. I could only hope my friends weren't about to be added to the list of fatalities that also included my mother. 

I apperated into the dining room to meet the eyes of not only Bellatrix but many other loyal death eaters, including Scabiour and various other snatchers who had seen me with Ron only days ago. 

They smirked as they eyed me, their traitorous  colleague. Without hesitation, with a single flick of my wrist they came crumbling to the ground in pain. Scabiour screamed loudly, Fenrir crawled against the wooden floor panels. The other I couldn't name was writhing in a pile beside them. 

"I can kill you in two seconds. Do not tempt me." I growled, kicking Fenrir over with my boot.

"I'll have your head, girl!" Scabiour growled. "Bella, she—" 

I didn't let them finish, I ended their lives with a mere glance. The most frightening thing being I felt no remorse. I felt nothing for taking the lives of these miserable men who had done more harm than good. Send me to Azkaban when the war is over, at least I'll know we won. 

"Was that necessary?" Droned Bellatrix, slowly walking around the table. "He was my best snatcher." 

"He looked at me funny." I shrugged. "And they interrupted my nap. Why was I summoned?" 

I kept the walls in my mind up against any legilimancy, my tone bored as always when dealing with the death eaters. I had kept up a great facade with them acting like another puppet. I couldn't give away my act now just because I knew my boyfriend and best friends were somewhere in the house.

"Ah, we think we caught Harry Potter!" She exclaimed, bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas. 

"You think?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I stepped over the dead bodies of Fenrir and Scabiour to follow her to the other room where she motioned. 

"Somethings wrong with his face." She answered.

"Besides the obvious?" I hated diminishing him in this way. It was needed for survival. 

Bella giggled and skipped to the center of the room. I could see Draco nod to me gently, standing in front of his parents. Two death eaters had hold of Hermione and Ron, while I saw Harry kneeling in the center of the room. Stinging jinx from Hermione was what I guessed had happened. 

"We didn't want to summon our Lord without confirmation." Bella claimed.

"You couldn't have asked Draco? He also knows what Potter looks like." I growled, taking a step towards her. She attempted to hide her fear of me, she did so terribly. I knew she was terrified since her bout with my cruciatus curse. 

"Draco was no help." She hissed in his direction. I caught her arm in a tight hold.

"You speak of Draco like that again, and I'll remind you just was true pain feels like." I growled. She attempted a glare before nodding her head.

"Take those two to the cellar." I ordered to the death eaters. "They're of no use to us." 

"Traitor!" Ron screamed, fighting against the hold against him. Real or not, his words hurt me all the same. 

"Wait!" Cried Bella, her eyes on the glinting red handle peeking out of Hermione's bag. Shit The sword of Gryffindor. "How did you get that?" 

Hermione's eyes went wide as they made contact with mine, I gave her a barely noticeable nod of my head. "Seriously Bella? You're surprised that Gryffindor's golden girl has the sword of her houses founder?"

"That was in my vault!" She screamed, "How did you get it?" 

"I didn't take anything!" Hermione cried out, Ron thrashing against the death eaters holding him. 

I glared at the back of Bellatrix's head, before she fell to the ground crying in pain. Maybe I could make her lose her mind if I really tried at it. 

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted you!" She growled, her body still writhing in pain. "You are still one of them!" 

"The objective is Harry Potter. Not some silly old sword." I answered, releasing the curse I had on her. She stomped over to me in anger, my mental shield did not let her get far. 

"Our Lord entrusted it with me, and somehow it ends up in the hands of Hermione Granger! I need answers." 

"You really are stupid. Did you think the sword would just sit in your vault for all of eternity? It's the sword of Gryffindor It answers to true bravery and courage. It won't answer to a Slytherin."

I was just spouting bullshit at this point. But I needed Bellatrix to forget about that sword so I could try and get my friends out of here without my cover being blown. 

She opened her mouth to continue her argument before a cheeky smile passed her lips, her eyes looking over my shoulder. "Well, would you look at that. Harry Potter all shiny and new again!" 

I realized quickly there really was no way I was getting everyone out of here without truly blowing my cover. I would need to get more blood on my hands, and risk that last bit of sanity that I was truly hanging on to. 

In a rage, I quickly ended the lives of the death eaters holding onto Ron and Hermione. And with one single glance, Bellatrix was next. She really should have suffered a more horrendous and slow death than I had given her, but I didn't have time for that. 

"Are there any more?" I asked Narcissa. Her eyes would not waver from her dead sister lying unmoving on the floor. "Lucius?" 

He looked confused, like he was contemplating joining my murderous rampage or summoning Voldemort himself. He looked to his son and his wife before finally giving me the answer I needed.  "There's two in the cellar. Three upstairs. Five outside." 

I nodded in thanks before turning to Harry, and pulling him into my arms. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked 

He hugged me tightly before concern passed his bright green eyes. "You just—" he mumbled, his eyes looking at Bellatrix's body. "You killed them." 

"It's nothing new, Harry." I kissed him. "They won't be the last. I'll deal with repercussions later, but right now I need to get you out of here." 

"I won't leave you here!" He argued. "He will know what you did."

"I don't care, as long as you get out of here. I won't let the Malfoy's take the fall for this."

"Screw them, Ali. You are coming with me! I will not leave you behind again!" Harry was practically shouting, his voice was sure to bring the other death eaters to us. 

"Ron, can you handle the two in the cellar?" I ignored Harry, standing and walking over to Hermione and Ron. He nodded. 

"Hermione, you need to get the prisoners out of there." I told her. "Luna. Dean. Mr.Ollivander. Collin. They're all in there." 

Her eyes widened and she glared a moment before nodding her head. "We'll get them out." And the pair of them rushed down the steps and out of sight. 

I ignored Harry's cries for me, and apperated to the top floor. I found two of the death eaters asleep, and though it felt morally wrong, they were dead instantaneously. The third was smoking outside on a balcony, and was finished as well. 

When I arrived back in the sitting room, the prisoners were released. All of them spouting hate at me, that was not unwarranted. All but Luna. She looked malnourished and dirty, and yet still possessed that understanding smile I could not fathom. I've been held prisoner before, and I was a bitter bitch about it. 

"Traitor." Dean hissed, taking a step protectively in front of Luna. 

"Dean, theres no need for that." Luna answered, gently shoving him aside. "Damian is a very understanding brother, you know." 

Her eyes lingered for just a moment on my left arm, and I finally understood. My brother had told  her the truth. And she knew I was doing everything from a place I thought was good. 

"Look, call me what you want, but we're running out of time. There are five death eaters outside, and I'll come back to help you." 

I apperated onto the grounds, easily finding two. Then the third. And the fourth. 

I spent ten minutes wandering the grounds looking for the fifth before heading back inside. 

Only to find the fifth death eater, staring with widened eyes at the pile of dead bodies.

I could feel my energy had significantly been diminished with the amount of people I killed in such a small amount of time. I had never done that before, not so much in such a short timeframe. 

My power, while great, had slightly dwindled. It dwindled a significant amount for me to be just slow enough taking him out, only moments after he was able to summon Voldemort. And my ignorant hopefulness at my ability to get them all out alive, had fallen to pure terror.