Disclaimer: So I really have never thought I would do a Bellatrix daughter story. I always sided on the Gryffindor (a.k.a "goody-goody") side because I liked it better and there were no evil bastards out to get people. But I looked over Bellatrix more closely and I thought she could make a kick-ass mother.

Chapter 1

Marcella stood in the abandoned empty room as her mentor and uncle, Lucius, showed her non-verbal dueling. He took great pleasure in watching people suffer. Makes sense since he is one of the most trusted Death Eaters.

Marcella Ariana Lestrange or Mari as she's affectionately called. Her mother Bellatrix is once escapee from Azkaban and the self-proclaimed most faithful servant of Lord Voldemort. Her father Rodolphus was a pure-blood Muggle-hating escapee as well. However when Marcella was only twelve her father walked out on her mother claiming that he did not share the same lust and love that she did. Since then Marcella vowed that if she ever saw her father again she would get vengeance for the emotional pain he caused her and her mother.

Marcella's seventeen years old, the same age as her cousin Draco. He's a few months older than her though and her favorite cousin. She was taught to hate all things relating to Muggles which included her other cousin Tonks and her first cousin once removed, Sirius Black. Marcella had met them once before but didn't think they were that bad. In fact, they were the only real Muggle-loving wizards she had grown to respect and appreciate. She never told her mother or her other aunts and uncles though.

Marcella was pointing her wand at Draco concentrating on the words, "Stupefy," but all her wand would do is make a fizzing noise.

"Patience, darling, patience," Lucius soothed her, hiding the disappointment in his voice.

Marcella sighed. She looked over at Draco who gave her a sympathetic smile. Him, her mother and her best friend Nicoletta were the only ones in the Death Eaters who were really patient with her.

That day after training Marcella walked up the stairs of Malfoy Manor from the cellar and into the kitchen. The little house-elf, Dobby, was hastily making breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Mari!" Dobby said cheerfully.

Marcella quickly walked over and covered the house-elf's mouth with her hand.

"Dobby!" she whispered quietly, looking him in the eye. "Remember what I told you? You mustn't let anyone know that we're friends! Who knows what they'll do to you."

Dobby nodded and Marcella released her hand from his mouth.

"Sorry, miss," Dobby said apologetically. "What is Miss Mari wanting for breakfast?"

"Bacon and porridge."

"Right away, miss," said Dobby. Then he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Before Dobby returned with Marcella's breakfast, Bellatrix came walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning darling."

"Hello Mum."

Bellatrix wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulder. "How was training?"

Marcella shrugged her shoulders. "I think Uncle Lucius is disappointed in my skills."

Bellatrix kissed her head. "Don't fret so much about it sweetheart. I'm sure Uncle Lucius is just envious."

Marcella smiled. She continued to eat her breakfast.

"Have your Hogwarts letter come Marcella?" Bellatrix asked.

"Yes. And Mum..." Marcella took a deep breath before continuing. "I've been made Head Girl."

Bellatrix stared at her blankly. "You're just like the Dark Lord, you are."

"But Mum, you know I don't want to be like him!" Marcella defended. "I can try and owl the school to see."

"Shh, not to worry dear," Bellatrix said. "Have you found out Head Boy?"

"Yeah. Ehrm..." Marcella looked down. "It's Potter."

Bellatrix laughed scornfully. "Potter? That Potter brat?"

Marcella nodded. "Yeah. But don't worry Mum. Potter is not my type."

"No of course not," Bellatrix nodded. "Don't worry Mari, Mummy will find a way to sort this out."

Marcella smiled. "Thanks Mum."

So what do y'all think?