Bellatrix Lestrange

Witches and wizards would shudder if they heard of the Death Eaters. The crazed followers of You-Know-Who, these evil witches and wizards would do anything to support their dark lord. Each of them had a Dark Mark on one of their arms, used to send a signal for them to rejoin their lord's side at any moment.

The Death Eaters were crowding around Lord Voldemort, the air around them so dark and cold it could kill. Each Death Eater was deathly obedient, their eyes never failing to be glued to their lord. Especially loyal to him, the Death Eater known as Bellatrix seemed attached to him. Every moment not by his side was one where her thought were consumed with the question of where he could be. Once he was around she was like an attached puppy, always seen by his right side and never away from it.

Yet this night, something odd seemed to sweep the air. Bellatrix collapsed to the ground like she was possessed, feeling all of the bones in her body rupture and tear. Something within her was pulling her body in separate directions, splitting it up into multiple parts, ripping and tearing until there was no longer one Bellatrix left.

Everyone stared, full of shock. None of them had ever seen magic of this sort, and still had no idea what just happened. Bellatrix got up, shocked to find that she wasn't the only one standing right beside the lord anymore. There were two.