Bellatrix opened her eyes and was welcomed with the sight of the leg of her bed. Her whole body ached terribly, most likely a side effect from the ritual. Violet eyes widened as she remembered what had happened. She shakily stood to her feet, using the side of her vanity as a crutch. Upon looking into the mirror, she was greeted with a shockingly beautiful woman with long raven hair trailing down her back, and the most beautiful amethyst eyes she had ever seen. Frowning at the sleek black hair she used to have, she lifted her wand and muttered a quick electric spell, making her hair go back to it's original frizzy look. She looked up and down her naked form and made a couple of suggestive poses, imagining a man who actually loved her was watching.

"Yeah right, since Bella screwed up things the first time, Trixie don't see it happenin' again."

Bella frowned in the middle of her favorite pose, one that had her sitting with her legs wide open, her left hand covering her left breast and her right hand snaking down to the forbidden area. She stood from the bed and examined her left forearm, ivory skin in the place of the magical tattoo that tied her to Voldemort. She smiled and began to shed tears of joy, finally free of the monster that took many years of her life away.

"So what now?"

Bella ignored the childish voice in her head and walked over to her closet, pulling out a dark green thermal and a pair of black jeans. She walked over to her drawer to retrieve her undergarments before getting dressed. After pulling on the thermal and putting her arms through it, she walked to the door of her room, a bright smile on her face.

"Answer me damn it!"

"What Trixie?"

"What are we going to do now?"

"I told Harry in my last letter I would reveal myself to him, so we're going to go see him."

"And if he tries to kill us?"

"We defend ourselves, without causing harm to him."

Bella closed her eyes and focused on Privet Drive and after that familiar squeezing feeling, she stood in front of the door to Number Four Privet Drive. She reached up and knocked on the scarily clean white door. A large whale of a man answered the door, his eyes widening as he blatantly looked her up and down.

"Is Harry here?" She asked with obvious displeasure at his ogling.

The man actually tore his face from her breasts and looked at her face. A curious expression was rooted on his face.

"Whaddya want 'im for?"

Bella looked confused for a second, but her confusion turned into a smirk. The man thought she was Harry's girlfriend! She decided to go along with it, as it would probably get her to him faster.

"Because, he keeps me satisfied."

The man's look of shock amused her, but this wasn't the time for fun. Bella slid past him and made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door she knew to be Harry's.

"Come in." Said a tired and broken voice.

She opened the door to see Harry Potter lying on a bed so small his legs hung most of the way off of it. His arm lay over his eyes, blocking his vision. She eased herself into the room and slowly shut the door, preparing herself for the task that lay ahead.

Harry moved his arm and stared at the woman, who shyly waved at him.

"Hi Harry."

She looked familiar, and she sounded familiar, but he couldn't place who it was. Then it hit him like the metaphorical ton of bricks, this was Bellatrix Lestrange. He rolled over and grabbed the wand that lay on his bedside table and pointed it at her, now standing in an offensive stance.

"I'm not here to kill or duel you."

"Prove it."

Bella sighed and threw both her wands, a poisoned dagger, a small array of torture needles, ten throwing knives, and a small pink oval object with a cord attached to it, a small box with a dial on the other end of the cord. He raised an eyebrow at the last thing and looked up at her, her cheeks heating up quickly.

"What's that?"

"I, uh, I'd rather not say..."

"Then how do I know it's not dangerous?" He queried.

"Ickle Bella is embarrassed about her toys!"

"Um, it's a vibrator..." She said while studying her feet as though they were the best thing since chocolate frogs.

His confusion must have shown through, because she decided that if she was gonna start a friendship with him she might as well be honest.

"It's something a woman uses to pleasure herself, like uh, substitute for sex."

Harry joined her in her blush, a long awkward silence blanketing the room. Bella's eyes resembled Moody's as she looked in every direction trying to think of something to say. Harry lowered his wand arm and threw himself back onto his bed, staring disinterestedly at the ceiling above him. Bella actually looked him over for the first time since she got there. His hair had spots of red in it, dried blood from scars on his head. Harry's face was pale, as was the rest of him, his eyes sunken as though he had been in Azkaban longer than she had. The once life-filled emeralds were replaced with cold, dead, dark greens. His clothes were a good couple of sizes too big for him, a plethora of gashes peeking out from under his sleeves, numerous suicide attempts. His 'shorts' were rolled numerous times and still they covered his tattered and torn shoes easily. Bella stepped forward, only to have his wand arm accompanied by said item pointing at her chest.

"If you aren't here to murder me in the name of Voldemort then why are you here?"

Bella slowly edged closer to him, seeing his wand shoot green sparks from the tip.

"I'm here because...Merlin, how do I say this? I wanna be your friend."

"Aww...how cute! Little Bella wants to play kiddie games with ickle Potter!"

Harry sat up on his small bed and eyed her suspiciously, this had to be some sort of a joke. He stood from his bed and walked over to her,sizing her up as though she was some sort valuable asset. He walked around her in slow, deliberate circles for an agaonizing two minutes, before stopping in front of her.

"Fine. We can be friends, if you agree to teach me all the dark arts you know, train me mentally, magically, and physically, and if you help me survive Voldemort."

Bella nodded at his every condition, eager to begin her redemption. She took a witches oath vowing that she was telling the truth and was going to help him survive the war in any way possible. Harry, exhausted from the energy it took to keep himself on his toes, relaxed and fell onto her, sending them both toward the floor. Bella rolled him off of her, a rather easy feat considering how skinny he was, and apparated them both to her house.

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A/N:Finally!! I finally got this chapter out...it started a little slow, but I'm working on it. Con crit would be appreciated as my writing needs work, but be gentle, my ego bruises easily...Next chapter the two go to Number 12 to meet with the Order. Unfortunately, it appears I also suffer from the slow update HPBL/B curse...I'll try my best to correct that though...R&R please.