Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter.
Author Note: This chapter may be a little confusing, but second chapter clears it up.
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My two youngest daughters hate me for Introducing Bellatrix to the Dark Lord, but I had no choice he was the only one that would ever be able to control her.
Bellatrix was cruel and had been from an early age, I have lost count at the amount of family pets I had to say ran away when what had really happen to them was much worse.
I remember when Bellatrix was eight and Druella had brought Andromeda an owl the thing didn't last a week before I found it without a head.
I knew my eldest daughter had killed it by the smirk she wore when she saw her sister; that cruel cold smirk that would strike fear into many as she got older.
I tried to talk to her about why she did it, but she just acted as if she hadn't done anything wrong and in her mind she hadn't.
It was then I started to tell her stories about the Dark Lord; it was then I created her obsession.
I did it to save her I really did. I know that it makes no sense to other people; making my daughter obsessed with cruel heartless monster, but I knew he could control her and I knew he'd a have use for her sadistic tendencies.
After years of fueling her obsession I finally introduced them.
The Dark Lord intrigued by my daughter and she obsessed with him.
An unorthodox relationship, but they work.
I handed my daughter to a monster to save her from herself.