title: Cranky

author: lisa roquin

rating: 15?

fandom: BtVS/HP

characters/pairings: Willow, Bellatrix Black

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summary: Bellatrix makes Willow cranky.

author's note: tth ficforall #1838 Willow/Bellatrix Black

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Bellatrix Black screamed in frustration. "Avada Kedavra" she sent the Killing Curse in the direction of the red headed witch defending the Muggles.

Her Master had ordered the raid on these Muggles. Dangerous Muggles who knew about the wizarding world and worked with blood-traitors like this girl who could have been a Weasley save for her American accent. Muggles who would destroy the wizarding world.

The girl deflected the curse and it hit McNair.

"You know this whole flaky cult in the Halloween costumes bit is old and you people are making me cranky."

"Careful, Red. X-man's not here to rein you in"

"Goddess. You spent way too much time at the School--Geekboy" the redhead rolled her eyes at the sandy haired American Wizard near her. The young Wizard was poorly trained, but he had a decent amount of power. As did the redheaded Witch.

Two of them. Just two of them--and the wards on this place which held the magical signatures of many but most recently and strongest was the redheaded Witch's. An ill-trained Witch and Wizard and some oddly cast wards was all that stood between the group of Death Eaters Bellatrix led and success of their mission. And they were failing spectacularly.

"Crucio"

The Wizard was on the ground screaming.

"Alright, Bitch, now I'm really cranky," the redheaded witch snarled. Red hair bleeding to black, her eyes solid pools of black, black ropy veins appearing, snaking across her skin as she floated a foot or two above the ground.

Vaguely Bellatrix heard the "pops" of several apparitions. She could only stare, this little Wild Witch, who didn't even have a wand and was living with Muggles, was channeling pure black magic in such an immense proportion that it could be tasted on the air.

Nothing more than a glance in the blonde Wizard's direction broke the Cruciatus on him.

"I'm not nice when I'm cranky." the floating witch said.

Bellatrix's breath caught. Such control, that the little American witch wasn't completely consumed by the amount of magic running through her.

The Witch didn't say a word, merely lifted her eyebrow in a sneer.

The Cruciatus hit Bellatrix like a physical blow, knocking her several feet through the air even as the pain of the curse tore through her.

"I want some answers as to what's the big idea of the stupid little Scary Movie costumes and attacking the Council--now"

"My master will kill you!" Bellatrix managed to gasp out as the witch stopped the Cruciatus for her answers. With some shred of sanity and self-preservation Bella managed to apparate away.