Well it is me again with another weird idea. Still trying to get my grip on Harry Potter again *sigh*. Hopefully luck is on my side. I don't have an edit/beta reader so all mistakes are mine. I'm not as well versed as I wish I was I this universe... Characters will most likely (and sadly) end up OOC.

Note: Takes place during the Goblet of Fire and follows the movie more than the book (even though I've read the book a lot.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the wonderful characters.

Enjoy

~EvilKingMacabre

Chapter 1 – Everything In Place

"The girl isn't powerless you know. She's a talented witch, Dumbledore, and wishes to become a student at Hogwarts." Narcissa boasted. "Nothing I say will change her mind. She has her mother's fortitude. That and her beauty." The woman's tone had an unquestionably high self-esteem for her family. Dumbledore had his finger intertwined as he thought.

"I find it peculiar, Narcissa, that she didn't receive a letter in the first place." He wasn't wrong on questioning that. Narcissa tried not to smirk too much. Her haughty attitude was present – as always – when it came to her family. This time she had to break that facade of hers; slightly.

"I wouldn't imagine so, since Vesperia is Bellatrix's daughter. My sister may have given her up, but the girl shows potential like all of my family. My niece is no different and deserves a chance to prove herself. Which she will most definitely do." Dumbledore did not shift in position.

"I see your point, but please remind me how she's in your care?" Narcissa could tell Dumbledore knew something was out of place. She continued to play her part.

"There was an accident which resulted in her adoptive parents going missing and presumed dead. They brought Vesperia to me as I am the only one to have ever made contact with her. I sent her a birthday present once. A journal." Then Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. His movements were somewhat slow and he touched his forefinger to his chin in thought. Next his eyes met Narcissa's. They stared at each other until someone spoke Dumbledore opened his mouth and spoke what Narcissa wanted to hear.

"If Vesperia Lestrange has no home with her mother, which I take it she doesn't, and Vesperia seems to be in your care now... I see nothing wrong with her attending school here at Hogwarts." There was a higher sense of pride that filled Narcissa. It was a dark and wonderful feeling; however, something was going on in that mind of Dumbledore's. She wouldn't confront it. It was her sister's place to deal with it. It was Bellatrix's plan after all.

Narcissa thanked the headmaster for his time and left his office for Malfoy Manor. Her sister would be pleased with the news. Once outside the office and headed down the hall, Narcissa was met by a fourteen year old girl with medium length black curly hair, pale skin, and lifeless eyes. It didn't frighten the older woman.

"Bella, what are you doing here?"

"Checking in on how it went. From the pleasant view on you face it went well." Narcissa nodded. It was odd for her to see her older sister so young again. It brought back fond memories of childhood or what was maybe a false fondness. She couldn't tell.

Bellatrix said in almost a harsh whisper. "Cissy, remember... I'm Vesperia, your talented and beautiful niece. Don't forget that," she chuckled. Her eyes were crazy as her delusions and schemes were unfolding. Quickly, though, she entered reality again.

"Let's get home before someone overhears you. You've always been loud but this is ridiculous." Narcissa said staring away from her sister.

"Fine, but I'm only tolerating your... bossy attitude Cissy, until he rises again." Bellatrix said before whispering the rest. "Then I'll be me again and with him..." Narcissa stopped them as they reached the boundaries of the Hogwarts castle. Bellatrix took her sister's arm and he disapparated. The appeared right outside Malfoy Manor. The monolithic home was standing with rain clouds behind it. The Bellatrix pulled up her hood as Narcissa led the way inside. Draco and Lucius still haven't met the young Vesperia. Bellatrix wondered to herself how she would seem, and how she would react to their idiotic responses.

The doors the mansion opened and the rain drenched women walk inside; welcomed by Draco. "Hello mother," Draco said sweetly. His appearance was of a young boy who missed his mother, but that sweetness dispersed when he saw the newcomer. "Well, well... Who's this mother?" Bellatrix inhaled deeply at his snarky attitude. He was just like his father. She never understood why Narcissa loved Lucius, or her son.

"Draco, this is your cousin. Vesperia." Bellatrix raised her arm and waved awkwardly. Draco still stared at his 'cousin'. Then he took a quick glance at his mother.

"Will she being staying here?" Narcissa confirmed his suspiscion. "Don't expect me to be around her. Father told me about her. Pureblood raised by half-bloods, disgusting." With that he walked away into the hall to wander off. Bellatrix was proud of him for his blood purity pride even though there was a speck of hate for how he talked to her. Her Bellatrix Lestrange! It was all for Voldemort though. She had to remember her purpose.

"You raised him properly, Cissy." Narcissa smiled and lead Bellatrix to a guest room.

"School starts in two days and you have no supplies. Tomorrow we'll be going to Ollivander's. You can't walk around with the wand of Bellatrix... It would give you away." A whimper escaped Bellatrix's lips. She loved her wand. It was as wonky in shape as was her mind.

"Fine," she snapped. "I need to rest." Narcissa smiled and left the room thinking, "she always sleeps."

The next morning came quicker than expected. Bellatrix was so rudely awoken by the sun. Narcissa for a moment thought Bellatrix was a vampire from her reaction to the sunlight.

"Get ready. We need to get the wand and get out. If people see you without the protection of Dumbledore's word... we will have a major problem."

"Five more minutes Cissy," the fourteen year old whined. Narcissa wasn't having it. She pulled the covers off the bed.

"Bella, you are a forty-four year old woman ac-" Bellatrix cut her off. In a snarky snap she argued;

"I'm actually fourteen." It was true. Slowly Bellatrix's mind was reverting to one of a fourteen year old's.

"I'll meet you downstairs. The boys aren't home so you can eat without a fit." Then Bellatrix sat up in a flash.

"I do not throw fits!" The sass in Narcissa's eyes and face set the tone of "shut up" without having to say it. Bellatrix got out of bed and and her sister left the room. Her only clothes options were ones Narcissa rushed to get. A plain cardigan, black undershirt, and jeans. It was weird, being a kid again. Then there was an inevitable task, brushing her mangled hair was much easier now that it was only to her shoulders thankfully. Keeping it presentable however was always a tricky thing. She pulled it back into a messy bun and left for the kitchen.

"Can we just leave for Diagon Alley. I'm not hungry." Bellatrix said. She was anxious to get the plan started. It was a long scheme but she wanted it started. Luckily for her Narcissa was already waiting for her.

Diagon Alley was boring. Yes, there were many people standing around and shopping but it was all boring to Bellatrix. In her memories receiving her first wand was exciting until her parents told her to essentially calm down her emotions. Ollivander wasn't surprised to hear the lie of Bellatrix having a daughter. He bought it. She looked around at many wands and then one drew her in and she felt it was right.

"Seems you found your wand Ms. Lestrange. Similar to your mother's wand if I remember." Bellatrix kept her mouth quiet. She wanted to make stupid remarks but she found it best to be quiet. Though she was curious, for her ego's sake, about something.

"What was she like? When you met her? Not all these Death Eater stories." Vesperia asked the old man.

"Oh, well, she was a bright girl from what I could see. The tug between something was apparent. I could see it in her eyes. Even as a child." That's all she could handle. Bellatrix thought he was implying that she could have been good. She thought to herself, "Impossible. Being bad is too much fun."

"Thank you. We'll be going now." Narcissa said pulling her sister away from the counter, after paying of course. It was obvious Bellatrix was angry. Narcissa could practically see the steam of anger fly out of her sister's ears. Bellatrix always wanted to be bad and had made herself believe that being evil was the better choice. As the were walking Bellatrix dashed to an alleyway. The was a hiss of words and a slight green flash. Bellatrix always felt better after murder. It gave her such a thrill that dispelled her worries. It was her drug, her high. She didn't worry about the trace because even though she was fourteen again, she doubted the trace puts itself on the same person twice.

"Let's get home..." Bellatrix said. Her sister couldn't agree more. Everything for the plan was in place. It was all up to Bellatrix to pull through with the rest.