Hermione hesitantly entered Bellatrix's Quater of the tent. She hadn't realised quite how late it had gotten, at the end of the match Harry and Ron caught hold of her, they needed to fill her in on the current situation, she'd told the Malfoy's to go on without her and she'd catch them up when she finished. That was almost four hours ago. They had a lot to discuss as it were, and she needed to fill Draco in though that could wait until morning. She just needed to check on Bellatrix, she hadn't prepared milk or braided her hair. She crept in, using her wand to dimly light the room. Apollo was passed out on the bottom of the bed, laying sprawled on his back snoring lightly. Her eyes travelled up the bed only to stop when they reached the sleeping woman. She looked so angelic, Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't braided her hair, it lay wildly surrounding her her face, spilling carelessly on the pillow. She looked so peaceful, so at ease. Hermione was mesmerised.
The Gryffindor hadn't even realised how long she'd been there just watching the woman sleep, but the snort coming from Apollo startled her, she glanced in his direction as he kicked his little feet in the air. He was dreaming. Hermione decided it was a good time to leave before she became hypnotised again and startled the woman from her slumber.
Hermione lay awake in her own bed for a while before sleep finally claimed her.

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It was the very early hours of the morning well Bellatrix began to stir, just gone 1:30 am. She'd tossed and turned trying to dose back off but couldn't. Something wasn't right, she could feel it. Finally giving in the woman got up, ever so quietly put on her robe before exiting her Quater of the tent. The place was silent, except the few snores here and there. Apollo was fast asleep at the foot of her bed, she didn't have the heart to wake up, so left him rest.

Silently she checked all the occupants of the tent were safe and sound before quietly slipping out, leaving the safety of the oversized tent and entered into the fresh night air. She shivered as the coldness of the night hit her. With a deep breath she took a step further, feeling the cold damp grass beneath her feet. Her feet got carried away as she began straying farther and farther away from the safety of her sister. The moonlight hit her skin and she basked in the light. She closed her eyes, smiling up at the full moon. A howl from the distance caught her attention, she opened her eyes and glanced at her surroundings.

She'd strayed so far, she hadn't even realised. Footsteps caught her attention, the hair stood up on the back of her neck. Something wasn't right, she could feel it the air. The wolfs howls grew louder, followed by thundering hooves.
What caught her attention above everything else though was the hushed chanting. She knew that chant. Her heart quickened when the first shot of fire lit up the sky. Her body filled with dread. She froze.

The once clear sky filled with smoke, figures appeared all around. Figures dressed all in black, with pointed hats and masks to cover their identity. Chants hushed as whispers broke out amongst them, all their attention focused on the scantily dressed woman stood alone in the field. Bellatrix had so hoped and prayed all this was behind her. They were dead, defeated but they looked very much alive to her.
"Well well well, look at what we have here." She knew that voice. The tallest of the cloaked figures took a step forward.
"Our lord will be so very happy when we bring you back."
"He's dead." The words left her mouth before she even registered what was going on.
"No, no he's very much...undead."

More figures appeared around her now, and her fear was growing. She was unable to move, her feet were stuck to the ground. The wind howled but she no longer felt cold, she felt numb. Her hair danced in the wind, the tie on her satin robe fighting a losing battle. She felt stiff, as if someone had hit her with stupefy.
"You lot continue as planned, I'll take care of her." His voice echoed, his words cutting through Bellatrix's trance. Chants continued as the members slowly started on their way. He raised his wand, aiming it directly at Bellatrix.

The witch swallowed, now was not the time to loose all rational thought. The man spoke to her, though she paid little attention to him, tuning more into the sound of increasing hooves. The masked figure glanced around the thundering hooves now echoing, Bellatrix clocked the prints appearing behind him, watched as he got ploughed down, calculated just when they reach her and jumped.
Her hands found the invisible mane, she now ran along side the horse, further calculating her moves she managed to bolt onto the invisible mare. Never had she been more happy to see the playful creature. She heard shouting in the distance, a ball of fire flying straight passed her head. She swallowed, that was close. Not fully comprehending her actions she'd reached for her wand, turning her body partially around, clocking the caster and instantly sent a bolt of fire right back, setting the masked figure aflame. A pained scream filled the air. Midnight picked up speed running as fast as her legs could go. Bellatrix tried her damned hardest to stay focused, she needed to warn the others. Among getting closer she noticed a few masked figures closing in, without a second thought she sent stupefy in their direction, watching as the four hit the cold floor. Upon getting closer she held her wand to the sky, releasing the most ear piercing noise she knew into the sky, followed by a flare of light.
She noticed more death-eaters appearing, clutching their ears as the piercing noise hit their ears. She startled at the explosion to the right of her, but the pair never faltered.