Authors Note: This is going to be a short story of around 5 chapters. This happens in the late 1970s
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
Bellatrix watched as the Dark Lord swiftly unrolled the piece of parchment Rabastan had handed him.
Having only gotten the Dark Mark a week ago, she was relatively new to the Dark Side.
She was highly strung and didn't have the slightest of ideas on why she was here exactly.
Perched on a leather chair higher than everyone else, his legs crossed and his hands lazily rested upon the armrests, the Dark Lord scanned the piece of parchment.
Mist enveloped every single soul in the room. A huge cloud of it floating well above them in this tall and dimly lit place.
Bellatrix was reminded of the Slytherin common room. A small smile played on her lips as she let nostalgia take over her for the fraction of a second.
"Run along Rabastan, you've got things to take care of, if I'm not mistaken" The Dark Lord said, one could make out the aesthetic tone in his voice with close inspection.
In the blink of an eye Rabastan was gone.
The huge door opened, making the loudest of sounds and a group of what seemed like five people entered the room. Not being able to button down who they were through the mist, she squinted, trying to place them in her mind until she felt a firm yet gentle grip on her waist.
Looking up, she met eyes with Rodolphus' humble gaze. Smiling she let her body intervene with his and tipped a part of her weight on to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
She didn't know why, but Rodolphus always made her feel better. She knew, she could never truly fall in love with him. Yet, she was glad he was and would be there for her, and she would do the same for him.
No one in the room had a clue of what was coming to them, they all stood impatient and anxious, letting some of their emotions out by engaging in conversation with each other.
Looking sideways, she locked eyes with her sister who stood rigid next to Lucius, who seemed to be in a depth conversation with Crouch.
Raising her eyes at Narcissa. She pondered on why her sister was here.
For Lucius? To serve the Dark Lord? She doesn't even have the mark!
Bellatrix reverted her attention back to the Dark Lord.
His eyes were still fixed on the parchment, not paying much heed to what was going on around him, she deviated her attention to noticing every single detail of the room, from the intricate patterns on the wall to the source of the green glow which provided as the only source of light in the room, she gulped and looked around again.
Gaping and squinting at her surroundings she tried counting the number of people in the stuffy room
5...6...7...
On observation it struck her that, only the people she had heard of "trustworthy" to the dark lord were present.
I'm one of his most trusted?
As uncomfortable and nervous as she was, she felt a tad bit of anxiousness now, something she couldn't put her finger on, not being able to identify the emotion as she barely ever experienced the overwhelming feeling in her twenty seven years of life.
All one could hear was the incoherent chatter of the people in view, but Bellatrix didn't dare open her mouth, something told her that this was going to be bad.
Real Bad.
She drew herself away from Rodolphus, she positioned her hands at her back and took in a deep breath.
Noticing the sudden change in her demeanour, Rodolphus looked down at his much shorter wife.
"Are you thinking what I'm-"
"Silence!" The Dark Lord demanded of his people, turning to face him, all of them took position in an orderly manner. Bellatrix moved away from Rodolphus and stood straight, keeping from him a respectable distance.
"Now, as you may have noticed, I've gathered you all here to carry out a mission I would call, well let's just say - extreme"
Taking in the words of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix dug her fingernails deep into her skin, with such force that her eyes welled up with tears and her breathing hitched. Much to her relief no one noticed her, all of them being too busy to listen to what the Dark Lord had to say, taking no interest in Bellatrix.
In a prompt manner she straightened herself up and held her head high, to listen to what the Dark Lord had to say.
"Our aim is to make the wizarding world as pure as possible, which is why you are here, I presume" he said, raising his voice above the required level.
"In order to do this, and there's no other way to put it, we must eradicate every living half-blood, blood traitor and muggle born that ceases to exist in this world that wasn't meant to be enjoyed by them."
Pausing to notice heads all around the room bob in agreement, he failed to notice that not everyone had acknowledged his statement as he was in the midst of being entertained by the support he was otherwise gaining.
"Hence, we'll start with none other than…." he spoke, with the hint of a grin on his face.
Everyone could feel the angst build up in the small stuffy room, even Bellatrix who contradicted his previous statement, was listening eagerly now.
"The Children. Half-Blood Children" completing his sentence, he reclined back in his seat, positioning himself in a way that ensured the dim green light was projected directly at him, illuminating his face, making him look as intimidating as possible.
Grinning, he waited for a reaction from the group.
Everyone stood awestruck, not displaying the slightest of emotions on their faces. Bellatrix looked down at her boots, a wide-eyed Narcissa looked straight ahead at Fenrir Greyback's head, Lucius fiddled with his wand, while the others swayed about uncomfortably.
The silence seemed to linger upon them for hours together, but in reality lasted for a mere 5 seconds.
"Any Questions?" The Dark Lord asked in a condescending tone, snapping everyone back to reality. Faint murmurs could be heard, all along the lines of "No, My Lord."
Bellatrix stayed silent, fidgeting with her sleeves, as restless as she was getting, there wasn't any way out of this.
"Good, now for my first order of business, you will each be assigned five children, each of which you will lure into the Malfoy Manor-" This time he didn't fail to notice Lucius' confused and panic-stricken bestowal.
"Lucius! I'm guessing this wouldn't cause a hindrance for you and Narcissa?" he questioned the two of them looking at them with raised eyebrows and a frightful smirk.
"N-No My Lord, no problems whatsoever." Lucius replied in a scared and small voice. Narcissa nodded in accordance. Bellatrix inwardly cringed at his petrified state.
"Excellent. Now, after you've successfully brought them into the Malfoy Manor, through whatever means. They will be taken care of by a select few" He said, waiting for everyone to attest to what he had said. After heads started to nod in unison, he felt it right to continue.
"NOW! For the names…."
"Do remember, we're talking about Half-Bloods, all under the age of eleven"
"Michael Potter"
"David Weasley"
"Nymphadora Tonks"
Bellatrix's eyes widened, she looked up at the Dark Lord, who was immensely occupied in reading out more names, barely being able to process the names that followed.
"No.." she muttered under her breath. "No. No. No." she repeatedly muttered, not knowing what to do but look at Narcissa, who had awkwardly paused in the midst of silently arguing with her husband on the usage of their house for an activity such as this.
Narcissa stood befuddled, not knowing what to do or say.
Bellatrix felt her emotions trying to get the best of her, pulling herself together as much as she could she slowly shuffled towards Narcissa, leaving a confused Rodolphus to figure things out on his own.
"No. No. No. Never would I ever let THAT happen." She whispered into Narcissa's ear, making sure no one but the two of them could hear.
But she herself was unsure.
AN: Thanks for reading! I will update this story within 3 days :) Till then, Adios! I hope you enjoyed it, review, favorite and follow if you did!