I was only fourteen when my sister Bellatrix met Voldemort for the first time, but I still remember that day as if it was yesterday.
Our parents were hosting a party there was no special occasion it was just something my mother had decided to do.
I remember my younger sister Narcissa talked and talked about the party and nothing else for days.
Bellatrix had sulkily complained about having to attend the thing until my father informed her that the Dark Lord was coming.
It was amazing how quickly she stopped complaining about it, but even before meeting him she was obsessed with him.
Bellatrix's obsession had started years earlier, an obsession my parents were unaware of.
I often wonder if they had of wknown would they have nipped the whole thing in the bud before her obsession took her down a road that she could never come back from.
That party sealed the road she would travel down, I'm sure of it.
Bellatrix spent the whole day getting ready in her room; whenever I or Narcissa tried to talk to her she would shriek at us to leave her alone.
Even at sixteen Bellatrix had the temper of the devil and you never knew what she'd do to you if you upset her.
Maybe that was reason neither I or Narcissa never told our parents about her obsession with Voldemort, Fear.
It was fear that kept us out her room all day even though we both were dying to see what she going to wear.
It was the first time she had been allowed to pick her own clothes which is a decision I am sure my mother regretted until the day she died.
She looked stunning in a black corset and a black skirt that came just over her knees; with her lips bright red and her hair tightly in a bun.
Every man's eyes were on her in seconds as she entered the room and unfortunately a pair of those eyes were Voldemort's.
I saw the way his eyes scanned her body and I saw the smirk my sister gave at getting his attention.
All through the night I watched my sister, it was as if I had been hypnotized into watching her.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she danced closely with boy after boy; I couldn't take my eyes of her as my father introduced her to that monster.
No matter how much I tried to rip my eyes away when he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, I couldn't.
My eyes stayed glued to her and him as they danced; the way she danced with him was different to the way she had danced with the others.
With the others she had been teasing and in control, but with him it was exactly opposite.
When they finished dancing I saw this look on her face that I had never seen before; it was a look of fulfillment .
It was that moment I knew that the only place she'd ever be happy was in his arms and by his side. It was then I let my sister go instead of trying to fight for her.
Maybe if I had fought to keep her away from him she wouldn't have become the monster she did.
My sister danced in the arms of a monster and then she became one.