They said he'd be here …

Bellatrix, wrapped in her black cloak and stood in the middle of the dark, smelling alleyway, her impatience increasing with great malice. Did they lie to her? The icy eyed beauty glared up towards the sky, looking back upon her encounter with the three foolish boys. All of them were her housemates, two of them in the same year as she, while the last one was her cousin, Regulus Black. He was young, only fifteen, but the boy had strong values unlike his unworthy brother Sirius. Indeed it was actually him that convinced his older comrades to find a way to induct Bellatrix in.

"If anyone deserves a position, it's you, Bella." He had murmured, grabbing her hand in a show of promise. "I could not think of anyone else with more loyalty to our ways of living than you."

This had obviously made the other two boys upset. What man liked to be bested by a female? It would come to no surprise to Bella if both the boys had found some way to trick her. It was in fact the two of them that had informed the impatient girl of tonight. 11 they had said … the clock struck 12 in the far off distant of Hogwarts. They had tricked her; made a fool of her. Well they would pay.

Sadly, for Bellatrix that is, as she stood brooding over her fury, the dark beauty did not see shadows around her become tangible … become human that is. One cloud of smoke, then two, then three! Each one becoming a solid figure, dressed in black cloaks themselves and their wands at the ready. It was not possible to see their faces, for even if the cloaks were not shadowing them, the masks were. Carved from a metal of sorts, they looked like shiny skulls with intricate designs.

Death Eaters.

Too little, too late for Bellatrix. Just as she heard a scuffling noise against the cold and grey pavement and turned to react, one of the three swished their wands and with a deep and commanding voice said, "Crucio." Unexplainable pain wracked through her body and she keeled over, instinctively getting into fetal position. It hurt … it hurt so much and she couldn't pinpoint where the pain was coming from. First from her brain, but then it transferred to her stomach … then it just spread across her whole body until Bella began to thrash on the ground. The trio laughed at the pitiful sight. Laughed and laughed and laughed …

Something within her sparked a flame of anger that began to spread through her, diluting the pain. Strength seeped its way back into her bones. Slowly, while the three men continued to screech with laughter, the vengeful girl pulled out her wand. Bella pointed it towards the one closest to her. With a great swish of the wand, and no murmuring of spells, the raven haired witch hexed him and watched as he and his wand fell.

Bella smirked and felt the pain be relieved from her body.

One down, two left to go.

Still struggling, and slightly stumbling, Bellatrix lifted herself up and standing straight and tall in front of the other two. Shocked that this woman had the strength, or even perhaps the nerve, to stand against them must have been new. They quickly snapped out of it though and began flicking their wands, not making a sound, and shot spell after spell towards her way. She wasn't a novice when it came to dueling though; Bella was a BLACK and power flooded through her veins. This girl would not be bested by anyone.

So the battle continued, but with increasing urgency, and the strong-willed witch breeched any magical wall they placed up and deflected any spell they threw her way. But breeching and deflecting wasn't going to win her the battle; Bella was going to have to fight harder … dirtier if she wanted to win. If she wanted to survive. So instead of flicking another simple hex that the professors had taught her, Bella decided to use one she had seen Severus use the other day.

"Sectumsempra!" she bellowed, her wand pointed dramatically at the smaller of the two remaining Death Eaters. Bella watched in wonder and slight horror as blood started to protrude it's war from the magically induced wounds. She had little time to ponder what this spell actually was … the other Death was still fighting, not evening glancing at his falling partner. This man was going to be much more difficult to defeat.

Harsh and rapid, he sent one spell right after another, giving Bellatrix no breathing time. Each one she had to deflect or jump out of the way for. How was she going to fight back if she had no time to send out any of her own spells? A thought burst its way into her mind. There was no way Bella was going to have time to cast anything as complicated as unforgiveable … but Accio would do the trick! Her eyes landed on a old-style metal trashcan that lay behind the cursing man. With only a simple flick and silent thought, the trash can flew towards her … knocking the last remaining Death Eater unconscious.

Bellatrix smiled as she stared around at her defeats.

She had won.

"Congratulations, Bellatrix Black …" came a soothing and lofty voice. "You just completed your first test towards becoming a Death Eater."