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The Owlery: This is a letter from Bellatrix to her mother, Druella, after her marriage. The link to the first letter from Druella: www. Fanfiction s/12049850/1/ To-Bellatrix-Letters-From-Her-Mother-Druella

Quidditch Pitch: nowadays

Drabble Club: knife

Dearest mother,

First, I must address your well wishes. It is with utmost gratitude that I thank you. I do hope that I will be able live up to the legacy of the Blacks and Lestranges, and it is with honor that I carry that title. I will strive to continue to make you and father proud.

Oh, Mother, that's terrible. I hope for your sake that the weather does improve. Your sister really should know better than to insult you like that. Though your hair may be streaked with grey—in only a few places, might I add—it only shows your wisdom and position of respect. But I will admit to being curious as to what your mother's explanation entails that is so perplexing.

Thank you for sending over my possessions. Of course, I should find no need for my furnishings, as Rodolphus has quite a good standing in society, which you very well know. While he may not be as wealthy as us Blacks, he still comes from a respectable family. I do hope that I will have time to visit, as it can become boring to sit around in the Manor all day, seeing as my mother-in-law refuses to let me have some control in the house—oh, don't gasp, Mother; you know it's true.

The house-elves have not been of much help, nowadays; the Lestranges own quite a few house elves themselves, enough for me to have one at my beck and call at any given moment. But I must thank you for the money, though, it is not as if I don't have enough already. Mother-in-law has informed me that I will be accompanying her on a trip to Brigitte's Robes. However, as you should know very well, I am not one to waste money on simple dilly-dallying or clothes. I will put it to a greater use.

I hope the potions will be unnecessary, but I will take them either way. I will try to waste no time in giving the Black family an honorable heir.

That knife I found in my trunk—I presume that was a gift from Father—is quite beautiful. Do give Father my thanks. That brings me to another matter, one of utmost importance.

Rodolphus took me to see someone special a few days ago. This someone happens to be the Dark Lord who has been in charge of the numerous attacks on the filthy Muggles and Mudbloods we have heard of.

Rodolphus has been accepted into the ranks of the Dark Lord, and he is now carrying out his wishes. The Dark Lord is ridding the world of the Muggles and Mudbloods, Mother. Do you see how special this opportunity is?

The Dark Lord himself invited my to join his ranks, much to my utmost pleasure. Apparently, he has heard numerous tales of my affinity for the Dark Arts from Rodolphus. Rodolphus is one of the Dark Lord's most trusted followers, and he believes that I, too, if I join, can rise with ease to that level.

Mother, if I do join, I will have the honor of being part of the purge of Muggles and Mudbloods. The Dark Lord wishes to know my answer by the end of this month.

But I require your advice, Mother. I do not want to make the wrong choice and bring shame upon my family. Do give me some advice as to what to do: shall I accept, or decline?

That brings this letter to an end, Mother. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your daughter,

Bellatrix Lestrange