Draco walked into the kitchen to find his Bellatrix doing something over the stove.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She turned around, grinning from ear to ear. She moved aside to show a bowl of what looked like mud. "I'm making a cake."

"For who?"

"Harry Potter!"

Draco looked confused. "Why?" he asked.

"Just to make a cake. His birthday's the perfect excuse to bake!" she said happily.

"What, are you poisoning him or something?" Draco said.

"No," his aunt said. "Just making him a birthday cake."

Draco stood for a moment and said, "Can I help?"

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At number 12, Grimmauld Place, Harry was sulking around the small kitchen.

Remus came into the kitchen, holding a box. "You got an owl, Harry," he said, putting the box in front of Harry.

"Who's it from?" Harry said.

"Dunno," Remus said.

From beside Harry, Hermione pulled an envelope from between the strings holding the box.

"Dear Harry Potter" she read aloud.

Your favorite Death Eater and a 'friend' from school send you this belated birthday present (it was July 21, wasn't it?)

Hermione paused. "This has the handwriting of two people alternating."

I know that the word of a Death Eater isn't very good, and neither is that of your archenemy. So I swear on the pinky-finger of the Dark Lord, (and I on the candies on the table that this is being written) that this cake is not cursed (poisoned) or have any hullicinative drugs in it (. . . . .) . . . . or anything else of the sort.

D. Malfoy

B. Black (A.k.a. Lestrange)

"I  say you just dump it," Ron said.

"But Bellatrix has never been known to flat out lie," Remus said.

"Maybe there's something else to it, like a loophole," Hermione said.

"A potion that lets You-Know-Who see what you see, Harry," Ron said.

"You think so, Remus," Harry asked.

"There probably is something like that. Mind you, I don't know much about potions," Remus said, shrugging.

"I should look into it," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Let's save it. Ask Dumbledore about it," Remus said.

They all nodded.

"We should reply," Harry said.

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Draco pulled a letter off the owls leg.

"Dear D. Malfoy and B. Black (A.k.a. Lestrange),

We're on to you. I hope you rot in Hell for what you did to that cake."

Draco looked up at Bellatrix.They both burst out laughing.

Bellatrix shook her head. "They analyze things too closely."

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