This is a poem i wrote about Bellatrix Lestrange. We l’amour her to death and we know that. So i thought to share my first ever poem about her with you. ___________________________________________
The fierce wave of her wand, And a crackle of laugh, Titled her evil but the l’amour of our heart
Dare not challenge her, Faith might favor her, Giving us another clue not to traverser, croix her
Death eaters are the family, Playing 'death' is the hobby,
Credit: www.the-leaky-cauldron.org. I didn't write this.
"This afternoon, I was lucky enough to be among 400 other movie fans to attend a test screening of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2" in Chicago, Illinois. Rumors had been circuiting around the internet about this screening, but confirmation that it was Harry Potter didn't come until just before the film started. Since this was a working cut of the film, many effects and scenes were not finished. At least 50% of the special effects were still in the CGI rendering stage, and green screens were...
(Here's the first one. I know. She's supposed to die before him, but let pretend she comes back to life ou something and finds out that he is dead (and after a long time to admit it to herself...))
(1) My Lord... Come accueil again. toi have not battled in vain. Don't leave me alone. Without you, I cannot hold on, My Lord...
But if it is the way toi want it to be, If there is nothing to make toi stay, Then, it seems that I have nothing plus to say.
Bellatrix Lestrange was killed on May 2nd, 1998, during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Bellatrix came from the Black family. They were notorious for believing in blood purity - Bellatrix was no different. She was the epitome of blood-purity and the Death Eaters. She was even labeled the most loyal Death Eater.
Even though her vues on the world would not give this away, she was very loyal to her family and those she cared for. We know she cared for her sister, Narcissa, from the beginning of the Half Blood Prince. Narcissa wanted to tell Snape of Voldemorts plans, when it...
The mug in the corner of the cell was far from interesting. .................It didn't move. It didn't breathe.............It didn't live. ...........All that it did was smell. It was some sort of coffee. ...................A stupid muggle drink. ...I snorted at the thought. ............The muggles would pay for this act. It was, after all, their fault that I was even here. I sank to the floor, pressing my ear against the looking glass propped against my wall.
She is just super insane and that is my favourite thing about her. She isn't like all the other witches, sure hermione may be plus mature , she is still not as fun as Bellatrix is, to me.
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