Once Bella left the Dark Lord's side, any muggle survivors in the village had reason to be afraid, because Bella was in a great mood, a manic mood, and she shrieked with hysterical laughter as she skipped through the road that had the houses lined on it. Most of them were burning, but some weren't, and those were the ones she had her eyes on. She slid into one of the darkened houses. The lights were off, but someone was home, they were hiding...scared like little mice in a labyrinth.<br/><br/>Bella cackled quietly, her face in the most enormous smile she could uncontrollably put on. She could smell them, the muggle sweat, the filth in their veins penetrated so heavily through the house that she could almost tell exactly where they were. "Ssssh" she heard under the staircase. Her laugh grew a little louder.<br/><br/>"Yesssss" she hissed, "Be quiet, the bad lady might find you!"<br/>She retracted her wand and pointed it at the staircase. "Lumos Maxima!" she called quietly, generating a brilliantly bright light on the tip of her wand that lingered there and showed clearly the young man and his son, hiding like the muggle cowards they were beneath the staircase. Bella's twisted smile shone at them as her wand pointed directly at the young man. "Locomotor Mortis!" she cast, causing his legs to instantly lock together, so he could crawl but not walk, scream but not run, see and hear everything but not do anything about it.<br/>"Come here little boy." She ordered the younger man's son gently, humming a weird version of her own lullaby for him. She had a beautiful voice, but her insanity made it a terrifying song when her face was set as hers was. The boy shook on his father, begging him to get up, begging him to untwist his legs, but as much as the younger man wished it, his muggle blood would be the reason that his own son died right in front of his eyes.<br/><br/>"Yes! Please daddy! Daddy get up! You have to get up!" Bella mocked the little boy, sitting right beside his father now, pleading into his ear and sounding genuine about it...until she began harking with laughter again. She grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him out from under the staircase, levitating him in the air and turning him upside down.<br/>"Please! Put him down!" The father begged, his legs still twisted into a tightly locked position.<br/>"Oh please, put my son down!" Bella mocked again. "Just shut up!" Her mood suddenly cracked into a more serious gear as if it were a completely different person. "You of all people, of all muggle's do not talk to me as if I'm your equal. You're dirt!" she laughed hoarsely.<br/>"Diffindo!" She shouted, her back turned to the boy in mid air, but her wand fully pointed at him as the cutting curse  slashed a deep cut from his chest to his hips. The boy began screaming as the blood rushed out of him, falling onto the floor beneath him like a thick, deep-red shower of filth. Bella's laugh broke into an evil cackle as she saw the spectacle and the horror of the boy's father's face, trying desperately to pull himself towards his son, crying and screaming and pleading for her to stop, but she would never.<br/><br/>The boy's screams became weaker and weaker as his body lost its color and blood, staining the wooden floor beneath it. "You monster!" The father shouted at her. Bella stopped laughing, she glared at him, dropping her wand and with it the boy's nearly lifeless body to the floor with a loud crack, breaking his spine.<br/><br/>"Monster?" She asked, almost sounding offended. "I never thought of myself that way..." her face slowly grew into an appreciative evil grin again, as she swung her wand around and pointed it directly at the father's face. "Beg for your filthy life."<br/><br/>And he did. But that was what she wanted, and it didn't change the outcome of this plague's fate. "Avada Kadabra!" she shrieked in a frenzy, hearing the final thud as his body fell to the ground, and then the obliterating silence, echoed by her maniacal laugh.