Sighing with exhaustion, Bellatrix sat down on a wooden stool, in her freshly cleaned kitchen. The last room was finally cleaned. Staring at her red hands, while flexing them slightly, she noticing how raw they were. 'Probably because I had to mop the ceiling as well as the floor, that had been no easy feat'. Sighing again she leaned back and rested her head against the wall, thankful for the break.

An insistent tapping on her kitchen window broke the silence of her home. She turned her head to glare at the owl that disturbed her peace, before standing up and walking over to the window. The owl tapped again and Bellatrix tapped her fingernails against the glass, smirking at the owls befuddled expression. She opened the window after the owl tapped again, she stared at owl it was not an ministry owl, its snowy feathers gleamed perfectly reminding her of the bird that Harry Potter had. 'It was called Earwig or something' she thought absent-mindedly as she retrieved her mail from the bird. She was surprised that bird carried more than one envelope. Looking at the handwriting on the envelopes she found she recognised two sets of handwriting, the author of the third was unknown to her.

Upon opening one of the letters, one she recognised had her husbands handwriting.

'Bellatrix

I hope for your own well-being you have not released any more information on my position. As I am sure you already know I barely escaped the Auror's clutches as I left for another safe house. Again I am sure you know which one I have gone to.

If you tell the ministry where I am again, I assure you it will be the last thing you and that bastard child does.

Rodolphus'

She groaned in frustration as if her life wasn't complicated enough as it was, glancing to her windowsill she saw the owl had left. Most likely in a strop for the lack of treats. She opened the second envelope, whose cover was littered with the handwriting of a Malfoy. Briefly wondering which Malfoy it was, they all had very similar writing.

'Bellatrix

What is wrong with you? Abandoning the Dark Lord like that. Thankfully you've finally showed your true traitorous self to the world.

Good luck supporting you and your child by yourself. I hope you don't honestly think you'll be able to get a job working for one of those blood traitor's.

Lucius Malfoy'

Bellatrix frowned how do they know where she is anyway? Lucius was in Azkaban, she briefly remembered the scandal the newspapers had kicked up about his pureblood son being fatherless. Figuring he had written the letter before his capture, Bellatrix turned to the final letter.

'TRAITOR'

She frowned deeply at the lack of signature before tossing the letters into a large black bag, which for the moment was her bin. She walked into her hallway to get her dark red cloak, deciding she needed a walk, despite the cold weather.

After a half hour trek, through snow three inches deep, she was behind Hogsmeade. Flipping the hood of her cloak up, so her face was hidden, she walked into the busy city centre. Her gaze was trained on the snow covered ground as she walked. She quickly decided to go to the ministry, the Auror's department to be precise and let them know of their failure. Fortunately it wasn't far to walk.


This is only half this chapter, I've stopped here because of a pounding headache.