Bellatrix and Mrs. Lovett took a trip to Paris to meet up with Madame Defarge and Madame Thénardier. They were staying at the Defarge's wine shop. Mrs. Lovett and Madame Thénardier had left to go get some food, while Bellatrix and Madame Defarge called a Jacques/Death Eater meeting. There were eight Jacques, and eight Death Eaters. The Death Eaters that came were Dolohov, Rookwood, Avery, Nott, Rosier, Travers, Macnair, and Yaxley.

The tables were all pushed together to create one huge table. The Jacques sat at the bar, listening to the discussion that was going to happen. Madame Defarge sat at the table with the Death Eaters and Bellatrix.

"Why are we here?" Yaxley muttered, annoyed.

"World domination!" Bellatrix cried out.

"Okay, I'm listening," Rosier said.

"I'll lead and—" Bellatrix's proposal was cut across by complaints.

"No!"

"How despicable of you!"

"Raising an army? Ha!"

"I thought we settled for co-leading!"

"You nasty little sneak!"

"SILENCE!" Bellatrix stood up. "I was the Dark Lord's best lieutenant. He would have wanted to me to lead."

Travers snorted, "With a bunch of Muggles?"

"Unfortunately, they are the only people who see eye to eye with me," Bellatrix admitted.

"Plotting with Muggles, what next?! Bellatrix, you are going soft," Dolohov laughed.

"I knew this'll be stupid," Nott snorted.

"Let's go," Avery muttered.

The Death Eaters all disapparated.

Madame Defarge smirked and took a glass of wine offered to her by a Jacques. "Well, that didn't go quite as planned, did it?"

Bellatrix's nostrils flared. "Maybe if you and your friends hadn't been there!"

A Jacques frowned, "hey! We were told we had to revolt! It's not our fault you wanted to bring your creepy friends."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "And what can you filthy Muggles do about it?"

Madame Defarge walked over to Bellatrix, "Oh, we have power. So much more power than you think we do. Dear Bella, do you think our revolution failed? Nay! We created a period, a purifying period that shall forever be known as the Reign of Terror. Scared? We put thousands to their death."

Madame Defarge turned away and walked outside. She motioned for Bellatrix to follow her. Bellatrix scowled and prowled behind her. The Jacques followed.

They walked down the street to the main square. In the middle, was a wooden device. Bellatrix stood next to Madame Defarge and surveyed the blade, the basket, and the bloodstains. The Jacques stood around them. The group stared for a while, admiring it.

Finally, Madame Defarge spoke up, "La Guillotine. The most beautiful device in French history. She is the national razor. She condemns all traitors alike, destroying everyone who crosses her path. Beautiful, yet destructive. And I assure you, Bellatrix Lestrange, that she also works on witches if need be."