"The storm is growing louder, Bellatrix. Hurry up and get the baby to Andromeda before the Dark Lord finds out." Narcissa's voice was demanding and strong, proving that her patience was wearing thin. Bellatrix held a small baby in her arms, hooded by black blankets. The baby wrapped its small little hand around Bellatrix's skinny finger. Even in the light you could see its olive skin colour. "Narcissa, we can't Apparate with the baby. It might harm her; I don't want her throwing up or getting splinched," Bellatrix stated looking down at the sleeping baby. Narcissa tried hard not to smile, for it might ruin the moment of a soft side of her wicked sister. "You seem motherly, though it is your child." Narcissa couldn't help but comment on her sister's change towards a person. Bellatrix never leaving her gaze from the baby, muttered "I'm fond of her. She has my eyes and a little bit of my jaw line, got her father's olive skin as well."
"Quick Bella, the Dark Lord will get suspicious and we can't risk it. We'll use broomsticks but the baby will have to be held carefully." She warned before pulling her blonde hair in a ponytail.
They stood on the front step of a tall house made from caramel coloured bricks and this chestnut coloured wood. Bellatrix placed the baby in a basket, the black silk blankets wrapped tightly around the little girl sleeping soundly asleep with her mouth closed and her chest making small movements to her steady breathing. Narcissa stood on a stone pathway a few metres from where Bellatrix knelt against her baby, smiling upon her daughter.
"If only you knew who your true mother was once I give you to Andy..." She whispered placing a kiss upon the infant's forehead. Bellatrix banged her fist hard on the door, but not so hard that the tiny girl would wake up. Bellatrix brushed her hand through the baby's hair, cooing to the little girl.
"Good night, Aisling. Be proud of whom you are. You have a new family but your mother will always be with you." She whispered before turning towards Narcissa who was waiting patiently for Bellatrix. "Let's go," his was an emotionless demand. Her voice was strong, and careless. Narcissa had strong doubts that her sister, her heartless uncaring sister, would ever be kind to another human being again.