Rain On My Parade
Prologue
The day had been quite uneventful. Bellatrix Lestrange was stretched out in the gardens on her chair, eyes closed. She was almost serene, if such a thing was possible for the woman. Days spent with a bumbling fool of a husband was enough to cause any wife a considerable amount of strain. Thankfully, Rodophus went out with his friends in the Knights of Walpurgis for a couple of drinks at the Hogs Head. He probably wouldn't be home until early the next morning. Of course, It would probably be Bellatrix who would help him to bed and attempt to remove the smells of firewhiskey, vomit, and perfume from him. However, if it meant a few hours of peace, Bellatrix would be willing to take the hardships later.
Bellatrix's peaceful rest was interrupted by the sounds of flapping wings headed in her direction. She opened her eyes lazily to gaze upon a handsome grey owl, carrying a letter between it's talons. Bellatrix could see her name written in calligraphy script in emerald green on the front of the envelope. The writing was unrecognizable. The owl flew down and landed gracefully on a wooden table next to Bellatrix's chair. Bellatrix reached out and removed the letter from the owl. The owl remained on the table. I suppose he expects a response. she thought, a smirk forming on her full lips as she opened the letter to reveal a highly strange message.
Bellatrix,
Upon reading this message you might believe you have received an impossible hoax. I ask you to read this message and realize it is sincere. I trust you the most. In this world I do not exist, but in the other I do. You are my most trusted follower, my disciple. I am the Dark Lord. My power is so feared that people dare not speak my name. In my world I am losing my hold over the world. A boy named Harry Potter is fighting against me. In your world, he is a normal boy. He hasn't been made strong by his fool mud-blood mother's love. I feel that a unexpecting world is the best place to stage a takeover. This new world would be a utopia. You can help me rid the world of unclean filth. Please send a reply by my owl as soon as possible. He knows the way.
The Dark Lord
Bellatrix's lips curled into a smile. Finally someone knew that the muggles and mudblood vermin had to be disposed of. This leader wasn't like the Knights of Walpurgis. They had once been a fearsome society, but had been reduced to a bunch of drunks whose only damage was burning a couple of muggle's houses down. This was something different. Bellatrix found a spare piece of parchment and began her response.