Chapter 3

Elsewhere, a dark haired beauty was looking into the mirror.

Bellatrix was furious though to be fair she got that way every time she looked into the mirror and saw a grey hair. She wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination only being 33. It was that she had lost 5 years of her life with that worthless Lestrange bastard and another 10 years in Azkaban until she had finally gotten a trial.

It might have taken most of her half of the Lestrange money after her divorce to get said trial but at least she was out of that God's forsaken prison. She had finally gotten her figure back and looked healthy again, it wasn't a quick recovery. But every time she looked into the mirror she still saw those lost years.

Years wasted with a poofter and in service to a idiot, Damn obedience clause in her marriage contract saw to that. Yes what he preached was sounds good in her opinion.

Muggleborns were destroying their traditions, and they held no respect for the culture they had become a part of. Yes it was disrespectful, yes it needed to be stopped, but killing them didn't solve the issue. They needed to be taught. That was something most purebloods didn't see, and it was very short sighted of them. Every and she ment every purebloods family had a muggleborn in their family line, in fact I'd traced back far enough they started with a muggleborn. To make matters worse in her opinion wad the inbreeding. Muggleborn were married way to bring fresh blood into the magical community.

The more she thought about it the angrier she was this very belief that got her as well as her sister out into marriage contracts. Her family definitely didn't agree with her beliefs, well Andromeda did and ran of with a muggleborn.

She hated what her life had become. She had no money. She lived in a small shack of a house (the only Black property that she knew of that she could get into without Lord Black's permission). To make matters worse she wasn't able to get a job because, well quite frankly nobody would hire her. She was the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange after all.

Ppppffff.

Just as she was about to really start to vent her anger (throw a fit) an owl flew in through the window dropped a letter on the desk in front of her and flew out the window.

"I wonder what this is about" Bellatrix fumed still quite angry at her life.

Deciding there was no point in putting it of she opened the ministry letter and read

Dear Miss. Black

It has come to our attention that you have business with our department that must be felt with post hate or dire consequences well ensure. To prevent this calamity please report to the department of contracts today at midday (noon) to be brought up to speed on this issue

Best wishes,

Regan Bell

Department head of contracts department

"Bloody hell! What did my family get me into this time!"

This began a twenty minutes long strong of curses detected at every and anybody she could think of that could have gotten her into… well whatever she was into.

Finally she forced herself to calm down and composed herself. It wouldn't do for anyone to see any weakness in her after all.

Once calm she apparated to the ministry intent on finding out what "calamity" had befallen her.