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Third person, focusing on Bellatrix.

"My Mistressthe traps have been set" The black cloaked, mask-covered Deatheater bowed low before Bellatrix Lestrange, whose face was distorted with a devilish smile. Ever since her Lord had been blown to the afterlife, she had been busy rebuilding his empire.

"You better not disappoint me Rufius, you know what will become of you if you do" Bellatrix enjoyed the glance that always flicked towards the hanging corpses that floated to their right, always a strong reminder of what became of double-crossers, or those who did not meet her standards. Rufius bowed lower.

"Yes my Mistress" he quickly got out of the temperamental Death Master's path. That was the title she had given herself, Death Master, and she was rather proud, to say the least. She ruled under the same harsh and brutal regimen that Lord Voldemort did, only this time she was more practiced, more trained, and more hungry for Harry Potters-and anyone who had participated in her master's deaths- blood, including Ron Weasly, Neville Longbottom and that mudblood Hermione Granger, who had slipped from her grip what seemed to be not long ago. However, Bellatrix wasn't planning on letting them get off easy, oh no. First, she would take what they held most dear, their darling little children. She had had spies on them for years, watching their every move, and now that they were all finally in the same place, Hogwarts, she had them right where she wanted them.

Bellatrix gazed lovingly over her throne room. She had occupied a rundown mansion miles away from any town or residence. It was gigantic, skeletal, black as Bellatrix's soul, and how she loved it like a heartless monster could. Her throne chair, carved from bones of torture victim's past and painted a demonic black, housed her very person, and she, not Lord Voldemort, was leader of all evil. Sure, she had worshipped him like a god, but now that he was gone, she saw the ways in which she could improve his errors, correct his faults. Nothing was going to stop Bellatrix Lestrange, not even Harry Potter, and no stupid prophecy would make her lose her head.

"Stoprario, fetch me my supper" she snapped her fingers at the crouching house elf, who immediately nodded his head.

"Yes, of course mistress, Stoprario will fetch you your supper" he bowed his head all the way out the room. She was alone with her thoughts, her memories, and that made her uneasy. Not all that happened in the past was worth remembering. Her sister's death, for instance. It had been at the hand of a dreadful disease, and Lucifer was suffering terribly. Their son, my nephew, Draco, had a son of his own, but seemed ever more withdrawn since his mother's death. Scorpius, a good strong name, was also at Hogwarts, and Bellatrix couldn't wait to set her eyes upon him.

The meal Stoprario returned with wasn't very appealing, and Bellatrix turned her nose up at it, slapping the tray out of the house elf's hands, who responded with a whimper.

"Out of my sight!" Bellatrix bellowed, not all too quietly either, and the house elf was more than happy to comply. Bellatrix was not happy, and could not wait for the full moon, for that was when they would strike.

Aurora's POV

Thunder growled overhead, and Rose and I exchanged glances as we sat huddled in the library, completing our Potions homework. The fire was going, but still it could not keep out the storms that seemed to be never ending at Hogwarts these days.

"What's powdered toadstool used for when it comes to a potion to make the user smell sweet?" I whispered over at Rose. Earlier that day we had attended Remus' meeting, and we were particularly excited for the week to come, and could not get our homework finished quickly enough.

"It stops the potion from turning sour after 15 minutes" was Rose's smart reply, which I hastened to write it down before it escaped the shaky confines of my memory. I found my gaze wandering to the stained glass windows, which could be seen at the end of a corridor of seemingly endless books. It was Rose's heaven, the library, and I too was fond of it. It was cosy, welcoming, and books always had a place for you, even when people didn't. My gaze lost its blur as soon as I realised Scorpius Malfoy had entered the library. Rose, who was flicking through a book as thick as Hagrid's arm, would have failed to notice the boy if it had not been for the elbow that I sent her way.

"Wha-?" she was cut off when she realised where, or more accurately, whom, my attention was directed at. Nerves boiled up in my stomach like warts as Scorpius, and his two thugs, made their way towards the table Rose and I were stationed at. There was only one reason Scorpius could be in the library, and it wasn't to check out a book. I wasn't surprised when a note was dropped inconspicuously onto the book opened in front of me. However, the message caught me off guard.

A,

Meet me at the owlery tonight after dinner. There is some news I need to share with you, and it's important. Despite my dislike for every fibre of your being, forces are at work that must be stopped. Come alone, or don't come at all.

S

I was surprised because I had suspected it to be a note making fun of something or other. I gazed down at the paper, rereading it. Rose grabbed it out of my hand, and surprised flickered across her face as she too read its strange contents. She made a 'come on' motion, and we gathered our books and found an empty corridor, which Hogwarts seemed to be littered with. It was an hour until dinner, and the sun was just beginning to set on the horizon. Birds flew back to their nests, and flowers were starting to fold their petals for the night. A bench, slightly covered in moss, made the perfect place to sit and discuss. We hadn't run into Albus or Remus on the way, so we would have to fill them in later.

"I don't understand" Rose said, dumbfounded for the first time in her life. I nodded, biting my lip, unsure also.

"I think I should go" Rose's gaze snapped up to mine, and the look on her face told me that she thought I was insane.

"Look," I started, before she could convince me otherwise, "if there really are forces at work that must be stopped, then how can I just sit around and ignore that?" I held up a hand as Rose started to argue, and continued on, "...and even if there aren't, what's the worst that could happen? I mean, if he really was planning to humiliate me, he would do it in public, where everyone could see. Plus, the owls are my friends, they'll protect me." I got my love of animals from my mother, even though it was a bit crazy, which Rose evidently thought it was. However, she knew how stubborn I could be, and standing up, she looked me square in the eye as she said:

"Fine, I may not be able to convince you, but let's see what Albus and Remus say, shall we?" she crossed her arms over her chest, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Fine" I said, not taking the threat to heart. I mean, I was right, wasn't I? This was the best thing to do.

A little while later...

"Absolutely not!" both Albus and Remus shared Rose's opinion. Great. The way I saw it, I wasn't being difficult, but if by meeting with Scorpio, I could ease my mother's burden, then I would do whatever it took to see her smile reach her eyes again. I hated to see my mother worry. Even her letters had been fake and upbeat. Albus seemed to be considering something, while Remus just babbled on about how this was ludicrous and if I wanted to cause myself more humiliation.

"You know, you have been staring at him an awful lot lately, you don't love him, do you?" this outraged me. Despite the fact that he was half teasing, there was an undertone of sincerity, and that just made my blood boil like an over cooked potion.

"How dare you! How could you even think such a ridiculous and offensive thing? In case you hadn't realised, I am doing this for you three, and our families. Think, if this can be ended, and everything back to normal, isn't that what you want? But oh nooo, I must looove Scorpius, that must be it! Gah! Boys!" And I stormed off like a child who hadn't gotten the broom they had asked for. They didn't come after me; at least they had enough sense to not do that. The full moon was high in the sky, and casted an eerie glow over the school. I pulled my sweater tighter, and picked up the pace as I made my way to the Dining Hall.

Upon hearing the bubbling voices, I composed myself and found a seat amongst Lilliana and another first year. I locked gazes with Scorpius, and nodded my head fractionally. He nodded back, getting the message. I kept my head down as Remus, Albus and Rose entered and sat as far away from me as possible. Pff, see if I care. Although admittedly, I did care, and it did hurt, but I had brought this upon myself by not following their wishes, and I was just going to have to deal with it. James and Aaron looked between us, at my scowl and their obvious anger, and lent over to me.

"Trouble in paradise?" I was about to glare at them, but decided I'd already lost enough friends, so instead I smiled sadly. This seemed to illicit a idea between the two of them, and nodding to each other, James and Aaron went to speak to the three, who stole glances over at me, and at the completion of the story, James and Aaron were staring at me in horror, their mouths making an 'o' shape. Luckily, dinner was finished, and we were free to leave. Scorpius had left a minute earlier, and because I was closest to the entrance, and the five of them were all the way at the other end of the table, I made my way out before any of them could stop me. I didn't stop running until I hit the steps that led to the owl tower. Taking deep, soothing breathes, I started to climb. You could see the whole school from up here, and in the moonlight, it was beautiful. I pushed open the creaky door, half expecting to find a crazed murderer, but only seeing Scorpius, and much to my displeasure, his two thugs standing there. Scorpius, who had been gazing out of the window, turned towards me. I had to hold in a laugh, because it was just so dramatic.

"You came, I'm... glad" he struggled to get the last word out, not wanting to admit he was happy about anything to do with me. He nodded to thug one, who shoved past me and looked outside, checking to make sure there were no tag alongs. He nodded to Scorpius, who smiled.

"What, your friends didn't come along despite my wishes. You know, I couldn't help but notice that you weren't sitting with them at dinner just now. Strange, didn't they agree with your decision to meet me here?" I held his stare, but didn't give him the pleasure of an answer. He seemed to get my point. He motioned to his two thugs to guard the door from the outside.

"Alright, as you've probably noticed, things aren't right at Hogwarts. It's not all rainbows and puppies, and I can tell you why. You see, you must know of my great aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, don't you?" I nodded, fear twisting my gut. He didn't seem surprised.

"Well as you know, she was a devout follower of you-know-who. See the thing is she's back, and rising to power. She's the one behind the attack o your roommate, and I believe she is planning a larger attack this time. Now I don't know when or whe—" His sentence was cut off by the blade that was being held to my throat, and his face was even more pale, if that was even possible. I looked down to see a ring of a serpent adorning the hand of the knife owner, and was not surprised to hear the voice that followed.

"So here I am, out for a little stroll, hoping to run into my Great Nephew, maybe get revenge on a few families, when here I have the ability to do both in one place. Aaagh, not expecting me boy? Well, it's been so long. I see here you have Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood's daughter. You do realise that they were a part of the attack on Voldemort, and by blood, that makes her one of his killers too. Shame I won't be killing you just yet. I mean, we've got to make your pareenty-werentys suffer, don't we?" My blood ran cold as her plan was laid out in my head. She was going to use me to make my parents suffer for killing her Lord.

"Now tell me," She pressed her knife harder on my throat. He breathe stank, and I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from gagging. "Where are your little friendsy-wendsys? I thought they might be around here somewhere. Surely they wouldn't send you here alone? Oh? Looks like they have. Guess we'll have to go find them then, after you." One of her henchmen held open the door, and she pushed me through it, not all too gently.

"Come on Scorpius, you too!" She barked back, causing the boy to jump and pale even more. I felt kind of sorry for him, because it truly seemed as if he didn't know that she would be there. She laughed, her voice so cold, it might as well have been snowing.