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My dearest little sisters,

I miss you two so much! You girls being stuck in that rubbish school is stupid! I could teach you everything you need to know to succeed in the world myself, you don't need those know-it-all teachers!

How are you? Rabastan came to stay for a few days before leaving for Bulgaria. He said Andromeda was very down about him leaving. Sister, don't worry. We'll all be home together before you know it! How dare that old fool kick Rabastan Lestrange out of Hogwarts! I always knew Dumbledore had it out for us. I'd come down there and give the idiot a piece of my mind, but the Lestranges said the place was utterly dreadful and that I wouldn't want to lower myself just to put Dumbledore in his place, so I guess I'll leave that to you two ;)

Speaking of Madame and Mr. Lestrange, they were most impressed with you two! Andromeda in particular! They were raving to Mother and Father about how ladylike you two are, and how grown up and beautiful Andromeda's become! Our parents were so pleased! It sounds like your meeting went fabulously! I'm so proud of my little sisters!

I'm sorry I couldn't come to visit, but I really didn't feel well. I've been getting more exercise you see, I've entered a sort of boot-camp. It's very exciting! I'm learning all sorts of magic that the Hogwarts teachers could never even dream of! I've become much stronger in my abilities. My teacher is amazing! He's so powerful! His skill is unlike anything I've ever seen! All those Dumbledore worshipers have clearly never met my teacher! And, he said that I'm a very promising student with much talent, who may some day serve him well! Isn't that fantastic? I told you the teachers at that bum school didn't know what they're talking about! Even Mother was proud of me!

Well, this letter is long enough, so I'll end here. Fear not, my sisters. We'll be together soon enough. I don't say it much, but I love you both. Do me a favor and plant a dungbomb in McGonagall's desk. That bat of a woman needs to be put in her place!

See you soon, dear hearts!

P.S. There is an additional note in the bottom of the envelope. That note is for all the seventh years, so make sure they read it!

Your big sister,

Bellatrix Lestrange

"I hate the last line." I say sarcastically. Narcissa, who's sitting beside me reading with me, nods her blond head solemnly in agreement.
Bellatrix BLACK!
Not "Mrs. Bellatrix Lestraannggee."
Hmph.

The letter was lovely, though. But new magic? What sort of magic could Bella be learning? Who's this brilliant teacher of hers?
"I like the bit about McGonagall, reminds us that it's really Bella writing the letter." Cissy points out. We both burst into giggles.
"There is that first part, when she says she could teach us herself better than the entire Hogwarts staff? That sounds like Bella!" I offer. More giggles.
"But seriously, lets see that note to the seventh years." She says.
"Alright." I reply. I fish the folded parchment from the envelope that our family owl delivered and opened it.

To the Seventh Year Students of the noble Slytherin House.

The honorable Lord Voldemort requires your service in the fight for pureblood supremacy.
We cannot let mudbloods and half-breeds over-run our society. Now is the time to present your loyalties.

Time and place of meeting for interested Death Eaters to be announced in the near future.

Mudbloods need not apply.

≈≈†≈≈

We sit there, the note clenched in my tense hands, and stare.

Voldemort?

VOLDEMORT?

Why would Bella send us this! My head is reeling. What does this mean?
This means that Lord Voldemort himself wants to recruit my classmates for his "Death Eaters."

Bloody hell.
This means, he wants to recruit ME!

Fight the "mudbloods?"
Ted.

I wont show them. I wont show this note to any seventh years, or anyone for that matter! I'll burn it! Being a Death Eater could get you killed! Or you might kill someone else.
Someone like Ted.

My thoughts are interrupted by Thorfinn and Antonin.

"What'cha got there ladies?" Antonin asks, snatching the note from my hands.
NO!
"Are you serious?" Thorfinn whispers, reading over Antonin's shoulder.
"No way!" Antonin whispers.

They pour over the note silently, then whisper between themselves.
"So, when were you planning on showing this to us, Andromeda? Not trying to hog the glory all for yourself, were you?" Antonin asks. That little bastard!
"Shut your trap, Dolohov. We just received it in the post from Bellatrix." Cissy cuts in coldly. Narcissa is such a good actress, honestly. It's a shame Dumbledore outlawed the drama club in Hogwarts after the mishap how many years ago.

"Whatever. We're going to show it to the rest!" Thorfinn jumps in. With that, the two boys hurry off towards the dungeons.
"Lets go." I say to Narcissa.

The seventh years (and Narcissa) are huddled together, discussing the note is whispers. Hell, even the Casavants are here. They don't seem to keen on being Death Eaters though, however they have offered to be the official entertainment.

Suddenly, I hear a sound that makes me want to punch a pygmy puff in the face!
And pygmy puffs are cute!
A girly voice;

Patricia Eaton.

You know, ex best friend? Ex girlfriend of Rabastan? Biggest bitch in this bitch-hole we call a house?
Yeah, that's the one!

"What are you all whispering about?" She asks.
"None of your concern, scum." I reply without looking her way.
"You listen here, Andromeda! Being a "Black" doesn't make you royalty! I don't care what you think! You don't think for everyone else here!" She shoots back.
Oh really. This pathetic excuse of a human being wants to start with me?
Her funeral.
"True as it may be, most of them can think for themselves, that's irrelevant, because we all hate you. You betrayed our house." I say calmly.
"I didn't betray anyone! You betrayed me! Rabastan would still be here if you had stopped him!" She shouts.
"You are so unintelligent! You just said that I don't think for everyone else? He's a big boy. Turns out Dumbledore is smarter than we thought. Everyone agrees, you turned on Rabastan in his time of need, and Rabastan was our friend. You and your immature drama are unwanted here so leave." I snap.
Owned.
"The only person I have a problem with here is you, Andromeda!" Patricia snaps.
"Patricia, you're dead to us. Now quite wasting oxygen." Lara says lazily.
"Honestly, you don't know when to stop. We all hate you." Thorfinn growls.
"By having a problem with Andromeda, you have a problem with all of us." Narcissa cuts in. I have the best little sister ever!
"You're not in this, Bellatrix Junior Junior!" Patricia yells.
Oh, she did not!
All eyes turn to me. I guess I look as livid as I feel. Good. In a nanosecond, I've pointed my wand at the new outcast of Slytherin house, and say:
"Furnunculus!"

Lucky Patricia will get to enjoy a healthy dosage of boils until the spell wears off. The girl runs out of the room, hiding her face.

Bitch, please.