Chapter Six: Plans
When Rodolphus came back in, his face was in a turmoil- despondent, angry, horrified... Bellatrix noticed this, but didn't care enough to ask. The sap had eyes for her sister, she must have just told him the news of her wedding.
If all worked out, Bellatrix wouldn't be attending the wedding. In fact, if all worked out, she wouldn't have to see Narcissa or Rodolphus again for quite some time.
She had sent an owl to Snape today, asking in vague terms for a meeting. Reaching into the pocket of her crushed-velvet robes, she stroked the note between her fingers, excitement rushing up inside her.
Dear Mrs. Lestrange,
How pleasing to hear of your wedding. Yes, I would immensely enjoy hearing from you again. Why don't we meet tomorrow? The sooner the better, I have much to share.
Severus Snape.
She could hear the sarcasm bleeding through every word, but the Ministry couldn't, and that was all that mattered.
Bellatrix had enclosed a newspaper clipping, quite innocuous on its own- an advertisement for fertilizer that made your plants grow ten times taller, and in lovely shades of purple.
But embossed on it in invisible ink was the symbol that struck cold fear into nearly everyone who saw it, a green skull, with a snake protruding from its mouth and wriggling on the paper, as if desperate to be free. The Dark Mark.
Bella giggled with pure excitement.