I’ve always wanted to try and explain why I love Bellatrix so much but never could, so here goes nothing. 

And yes, thank you! <3

The first time I had taken and interest in Bellatrix was about three years ago and the reason why is because of how flawed she was. It captivated me for a while just exactly how someone could be so cruel and brutal and down right give her life away to a cause that was obviously ridiculously wrong. I didn’t know much about her and there really isn’t a lot to know about her because of how little we’re given in the books, but over time I developed head canons and such that have made me fall head over heals; not joking. Or maybe not necessarily head canons, but more rational explanations to the way she acts and a closer look into how she responds and acts on things. …okay that’s head canons, anyway

Bellatrix grew up in a pureblood house where blood purity, society, and rank were everything. That was a person’s existence and I’m sure if they disobeyed or had different opinions on the matter they paid for it dearly. So that’s one idea. Not that it justifies anything because, like many people refer too, Andromeda was in the same house as her and got herself out of the mess of pure blood society and married a mudblood. But that was because she had found love, something Bellatrix never had. 

I feel that Bellatrix had always had some sort of mental instability with her throughout childhood to her adult years that only worsened, which brings me to the topic discussing Voldemort. Voldemort obviously noticed her high intelligence and skill because he had trained her himself, but he also noticed her mental state. He used her.

He toyed with her mind, brainwashed, whatever. That only made her delve more into her madness, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was her lord and what he fought so hard for. She was obsessed with him and maybe it was because of the attention and a helping hand he had given her mixed with her own arrogance and pride, but she devoted her very soul to him. 

And I’m sure, sure that she knew he saw her as his pet, a toy. Something he controlled and something he created. Something he owned. But she didn’t care because she loved him or, at least, thought she loved him. 

Bellatrix is determined, powerful, skilled, brilliant, intelligent, confident, and loyal with a heavy dose of pride. I can’t help but see and love those traits even though they are used for the wrong reasons. And I can’t help but think that if Bellatrix were given a second chance, if she had gotten her life together or found love or the like, she wouldn’t be fighting for the good, but she’d be happy. She wasn’t happy with Voldemort; she was living with adrenaline in her veins; she fed on the excitement of it. The wildness, the control, the cruelty, the bloodshed. It made her feel alive. After her stay in Azkaban there was no hope for her, she was destroyed. Simple as that. Her mind broke and Voldemort most likely was delighted. 

Bellatrix is a damaged, broken and torn soul and that’s why I love her. Though she would never show it, there’s vulnerbility in her. 

And I have to admit it, I adore her bitchy, conceited personality because it is truly entertaining and I will laugh over it for hours sigh