"Which memory are we seeing today?" asked Ron.

"I'm positive it's this one," Hermione remarked, holding out a vial to Ron. He took it.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, 1980,'" he read aloud. "I wonder how he got this."

"Forcefully, probably," said Harry, "but that's not the point."

"Harry's right," Hermione said. "Let's check this out."

June 12, 1980

"Is everyone present?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Good, thank you Severus. Because I have a plan," said Voldemort, an evil glint in his eye. "Bella, are you listening?"

Bellatrix snapped her head away from the window. "Yes, My Lord," she answered, looking him straight in the eye so he'd know she wasn't intimidated.

"You had better be," he said coolly, "because this plan involves you."

A plan involving her? Bellatrix smiled slyly. "How can I be of assistance?" she asked, throwing a snooty glance at her sister, Narcissa, seated a few chairs down.

"I have acquired a very old magical item that will give me the strongest protection," said Voldemort. "The Rope of Avalon!" He held up an old looking rope. Murmurs broke out amongst the Death Eaters seated around the table.

"My Lord," Bellatrix said, "if you want a child you don't need that. I will be happy to-"

"As much as you tempt me, Bella," replied Voldemort, cutting her off, "it is not you whom I want the mother to be." Bellatrix felt her cheeks go scarlet. Ducking her head, she only just caught the snickering glance from Narcissa. "And although I am devilishly handsome," Voldemort continued, causing a few laughs from further down the table, "I doubt my chances with this woman very much."

"And just whom do you have in mind?" Severus asked from Voldemort's other side. Voldemort grinned mischievously.

"Seeing as she has refused to join our ranks," said Voldemort, "I thought it fit for Andromeda to be the lucky one."

There were gasps and whispers from the crowd of Death Eaters.

"But- My Lord, she's a traitor-" Bellatrix stammered.

"Exactly," Voldemort replied. "Think about it, Bella. She bears my child, she has no other option except to join us. And should I fail in destroying the one The Prophecy has chosen, my heir will finish the job."

"My Lord," Lucius said, "she is a married woman with a child already."

"All the more fun," Voldemort answered. "We can watch her mudblood husband and freaky child suffer."

"So how do I come into this?" asked Bellatrix, gleeful at the prospect of torturing her brother in-law.

"You're her sister," said Voldemort. "You must know her whereabouts."

"Narcissa was closer," Bellatrix muttered. "Ask her."

"Alright," agreed Voldemort. "Narcissa- where is Andromeda?"

"Her home in Southern England," Narcissa replied promptly. "It has very few protections on it; it should be easy to break into."

"Perfect," said Voldemort. "We'll go next Thursday. You are all excused."

Bellatrix got up from her seat. She was about to leave but stopped- Narcissa was beckoning her over.

"Bella, may I speak to you privately?"

Bellatrix followed Narcissa to the back of the room.

"What is this about, Cissy?" she asked, eying her sister suspiciously.

"Should we do something?"

"About…?"

"Andromeda."

Bellatrix stared at Narcissa. Surely she wasn't suggesting they defy the Dark Lord's orders?

"I just don't think it's right," Narcissa continued. "Surely we should at least warn her."

"Are you insane?" Bellatrix hissed. "We'll be killed!"

"She's our sister, Trixie."

Bellatrix flinched at her nickname. No one but her sisters ever called her that, and neither one had done so since they were little.

"Fine," Bellatrix agreed bitterly. "But no more than that. I disowned her for a reason."

Narcissa squealed and threw her arms around Bellatrix. Bellatrix hesitated a moment before hugging her back.

"Harry! Come back!" Hermione shouted. Harry ignored her and continued to dash down the hall.

"Harry, where are you going?" Ron called, following close behind.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. Where was he going?

Hermione and Ron caught up to him, panting heavily from chasing him halfway across the castle.

"Harry," Ron panted. "Where… who..?"

"Ginny," Harry said. "Or McGonagall. Just somebody."

"Harry," said Hermione. "Just pause and think for a minute. Bellatrix and Narcissa warned her-"

"Yes, but clearly it didn't get through, because there is currently a child of Voldemort's existing in our world," Harry snapped. Hermione's face fell and he felt guilty for being harsh with her. "Look, I'm sorry, but the evidence is there."

"Okay," said Hermione, looking like she had given up. "Fine. Go tell McGonagall, or Ginny, or Neville, or whomever. We trust you."

"Thanks," Harry said, before he dashed off to the headmistress' office.

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