Wow, That was extremely powerful! I absolutley loved it! I love how you made her seem so insecure, which I think she would hind beneth her death eaters mask.
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That's a really different and a very good take on Bellatrix. It's great how you don't actually change her character in the dream, in that she never says or thinks anything anti-canon. But she's not OOC at the end, either. The balance of wisdom and prejudice is wonderful, as is her unwillingness to remember the dream fully. I really enjoyed this fic! The message is great and the characterization is very original yet accurate.
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Good job! I really enjoyed reading this. I think you described her insecurities very well.
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This is beautiful, and such a unique contribution to the challenge, too!
I love the constant questioning! It’s a big risk in style, but it works well with your idea. Bellatrix is just beginning to question her life; the deep despair but determination to keep deluding herself comes through in her dream. “Who’s to say that there isn’t someone out there watching us? Who’s to say we’re alone? Who’s to say we can’t change the way things are?” Dreaming in questions is fascinating to consider, and I particularly like the mental image of a person standing on a star millions of miles away, watching.
The dream was a little weak, though, despite its brilliance. It didn’t feel very hazy or symbolic, like a dream should be. Usually, images and sensations are the manifestation of a person’s mental state in dreams, but this was just thought after thought, as though she was awake. I’m not bashing it; it just isn’t very realistic. I also had trouble seeing how you were making connections between many of the ideas.
The presentation of Bellatrix existing behind a façade is a compelling one. Most of us are so inclined to wave her off as a complete lunatic, but I can imagine her slowly losing herself in adolescence and being lost in the Dark Lord’s cause. It’s like what you wrote, “Bellatrix, my star, hidden among the hundreds of other constellations and flaming balls of gas that I cannot begin to name.” The only qualm I had with it was that I doubt a Pure-blood would wear Muggle make-up.
“I cannot begin to describe to you the things I see; the beauty I see.” That semicolon would work better as a comma.
But yes, good luck in the challenge! This is such a heartbreaking fic. She sees the opportunity to make a difference, sees its importance, “All that matters is that one star in front of me,” but tragically ignores it out of hopelessness, pride, or maybe both. “It means nothing to me.” Wonderful work.
Knight of the Turnip Table
Author's Response: Wow! Thanks for the superbly long review! :] I orginally wrote this when I was deep in thought, and it didn't start out as a fic. It was just a bunch of thoughts all put together. But then I reread the challenge requirements, and I'm like "Hey. Why not do this for Bella?" So I fixed it up and had it beta'd, having to fix it quite a few times. Thanks again for the feedback!
Wow - very powerful. Very wise, too. In her dream, Bella learns a lot of things that will be unimaginably useful to her - then she forgets. That was interesting. :-)
So, good luck, I think you'll do well!
~Tyger, tyger, burning right - Euphrates
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Ah! I remember reading parts of this in EoM. I love the way you pulled it all together. This piece is really well done and I think it's particularly powerful because it's coming from Bellatrix, of course, I am a little *coughalotcough* attached to her.
Anyway, this story is really well done. I enjoyed it a great deal.
Author's Response: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it. Wish it luck in the challenge then! :]