Regulus began to protest but immediately stopped as Narcissa's black robe swayed in the air and trotted out of the room. Regulus could do nothing but dog her. 'What are you doing, Cissy?' said Regulus, dismissively. 'After me.' barked Narcissa, ignoring him and leading her way to upstairs. Regulus climbed after her, watching her glossy blonde her bouncing on her back. 'You don't even know what you are doing, you do?' snorted Regulus as Narcissa held the door knob. She turned to him and snarled, 'I tell you to shut your mouth. Now-' as she pushed the door open, 'If you help yourself please.' Regulus slowly stepped into the roofless Hall. 'I'm going to call Bella. Wait for me here.' said Narcissa as she clicked the door shut on Regulus' nose. Regulus heard Narcissa's footstep muffled. He staggered to the bannister and held it firmly. The city was fast asleep. The sky was thick with cloud of scarlet as if someone had adorned with watercolor. He turned his watch and it read 3 in morning. He waited. What if he joined the Dark Lord? Would that be for greater good? He began to run his thin fingers through his jet black hair. He leaned forward to get clear glimpse of the downtown. The sodium street lamps illuminated the night. The streets were deserted. His stomach gave a tight knot as if the void was unlikely. And it was when he heard someone lurched outside the door.

He turned his back on the bannister and saw the door swung open and two witches to wheel in the rooftop. Bellatrix was yawning. Her long dark hair, thin lips and strong jaw was visible in the semi darkness, left arm locked with her right hand. Regulus stood upright as they both came closer to him, his eyes met Narcissa's. There was a long pause before she cleared her throat and spoke, turning to Bellatrix, 'I've already told you why I woke up you that late, Bella. I believe you would like to hear that directly from Reg.' Bellatrix raised her eyebrows. Her eyes pierced Regulus' every inch of body. Regulus jerked in unease and swallowed. His eyes moved from Bellatrix to Narcissa, who was few steps behind her. Narcissa gave him a little reassuring nod.

'I understand everything.' said Bellatrix finally in her high pitch voice. 'Well done, Reg. We are proud of you, indeed.' She continued. 'You haven't become such quixotic and git like your brother. You are a true Black!' laughed Bellatrix, as she moved to Regulus and patted him in the shoulder. Regulus finally lexed. 'That's very nice idea. The rooftop.' said Bellatrix as she clutched Regulus' arm and looked around the roofless Hall. The top most floor of the Grimmauld Place is concealed from the muggles. It is entire indigenous property of the noble house of Blacks. She leaned against the bannister and turned her head to Regulus.

'Well.' said Bellatrix, as she tugged her sleeve of left forearm and revealed the dark mark. The Dark Mark is the symbol of Death Eaters, the Lord Voldemort's supporters. Regulus stared at the vivid tattoo - a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. The Mark itself looked alive. Regulus jerked in unease. His head tilted his head bit like a puppy. 'Then we are meeting the Dark Lord today?' added Bellatrix, smiling. Regulus' eyes widened with horror. Before he could open his mouth to protest, Narcissa intervened. 'What?' she bellowed. 'Are you mad? You don't even know what he wants! How he got to know. How he found the information of inner circle!'

'What he desires is clear as day, isn't it?' snarled Bellatrix. 'No, its entirely not! You listen first, Bella!'

One the things about the Black Sisters was they did argue a lot. As Narcissa and Bellatrix persisted debating over the issue, Regulus turned his back on them and looked down on the sleeping city. He began to think what would happen if he got to see The Dark Lord. Would it be a blunder? What would he say when he heard of everything? He would like to see they were working hard on the dungeon to promote his credo. But regulus was a bit taken aback with the idea of meeting him that quick but at the same time astonished because his dream was so close that now he could even feel it. 'You can't let him engage with something as serious as this real QUICK! Why so rush?' demanded Narcissa. 'I-' began Bellatrix but paused immediately. As Regulus pivoted, he saw Bellatrix looked as though something dawned on her. Regulus looked from her to Narcissa, her lips were pursed.

'Okay.' said Bellatrix finally as she sighed. 'Tell her everything.' said Narcissa. Regulus swallowed as he began. He spoke of his dedication to Lord Voldemort How he collected his pictures and interviews from newspapers in school and home. How Dolohov, his roommate, invited him one day to the Hog's Head. 'I was a bit taken aback with the idea actually.' said Regulus as he rubbed his forehead. 'Slughorn might suspect something bad, you see. But I couldn't say him no. So I took the risk and went with him to the bar.'

'The bar was packed with boys and girls from school. But maximum of them was Slytherin. Only outsider I noticed was Peter Pettegrew. He's friend with Sirius. I was shocked to see him with Death Eaters, honestly. After all the things Potter, Lupin and Sirius do everyday in school.' He snorted. 'Anyways. Dolohov managed a seat for me earlier so I took that. He was accompanied with Snape and Mulciber. They talked about the greatness of Lord Voldemort and their mission of collecting dedicated Death Eaters from school, their plans and objectives, aims blah blah for near 25 minutes. After that I signed my name on a list of members.' Regulus turned his head to Bellatrix and continued, 'They asked to attend midnight sessions they were arranging in regular basis. I attended few of them. I can't manage every night, you see.' Bellatrix began to object but Regulus raised his hand. So she fell in silence. Regulus added, 'Study things. You see, NEWTs are next year. And my chance of joining The Ministry would be pretty thick if I fail to attain Outstanding in all courses.'

'Outstanding isn't necessary for all courses to join the ministry.' snarled Bellatrix. 'Most importantly, serving Dark Lord is more prestigious than working under that blood traitor, filthy muggle lover Minister of Magic. You should focus on your sessions.'

'Well, I don't think so. I believe both are similarly important to me. I can't spend my entire life under the economic sanctuary of Noble family of Blacks or live on family heirloom. I need money!' said Regulus, defensively.

That was enough to piss off Bellatrix. She screamed, 'But you are ignoring him, aren't you? You are giving priority to gormless ministry over The Dark Lord!'

'Oh goodness!' said Regulus, evasively. 'I didn't mean-' Before he could finish the sentence, Narcissa intervened.

'Listen to me Bella! He doesn't even know everything yet!' spoke Narcissa in her high pitch voice. 'You can't charge him now! He needs to know what we are up to. That's why we are here that late.' She launched herself in full height and pointed her long index finger directly to the nose of younger sister and added, 'Now you better shut your mouth when I speak, understand?'

Bellatrix opened her mouth to protest but stopped immediately. She sighed in sheer distaste and nodded, looking away from her sister. 'Okay.' Finally she mumbled.

'Umm.' began Narcissa, lips pursed. Regulus felt the air heaving around him. His stomach gave a tight knot. Don't panic he said to himself. 'Okay. I met Lucius at Hogwarts. He was Prefect than. Few years older than me. However, we began going out in his sixth year.' swallowed Narcissa. Regulus never saw her that much wavered before. 'He's a pure-blood. And so am I. We eventually discussed the matter - blood purify. That's how I came to know he was arranged with Dark Arts.' said Narcissa, forcing a smile. 'Sorry. I actually never told any of this to anyone and-' 'Oh it's alright. Go on!' said Regulus, teasingly. Behind him Bellatrix groaned. 'Alright. He said he was working for The Dark Lord. I didn't know much about him. Except reading some columns or whatever in Daily Prophet. One summer evening, he brought me to The Malfoy Manor. The hall where he led me was obstructed with a long circle table and he, the dark Lord, was sitting on the middle. All eyes were focused to him. That's how It began. That's how I came a Death Eater.' said Narcissa. She tagged her left sleeve and revealed the dark mark. It was vivid in the semi darkness. Regulus spinned to the Easter Horizon, the night sky was slowly turning pale red. Silhouette of sun was visible. 'Then I went to missions. I killed two Mudbloods since I joined The Death Eaters.' said Narcissa, joyfully.

'What?' shouted Regulus. 'You mean you kill people?' He was shocked and spell bounded at the same time. 'You mean I will need to kill Mudbloods after joining your lot?' Bellatrix moved to his side. She put her hand on Regulus' shoulder. 'Oh, Reg. It's not a big deal. You will learn that.' said Bellatrix, smiling. 'Oh.' replied Regulus briefly. He swallowed and began to bite his finger nail, wondering whether he would ever be able to kill people.

'Oh Bella! Bellatrix joined two years ago. She's doing spectacular! How many deaths you have executed, Bella?'

'I killed FIVE.' laughed Bellatrix. Even though her laughter rang in his ears, Regulus felt relief rushing over him. It might not be that tough, he told himself.

'However, she joint us just few years ago. right after she began going out with Rodolphus.' said Narcissa, smiling. Bellatrix shrugged with the name of her fiancé but didn't protest. Regulus looked to Bellatrix.

'How is Rodolphus?' he said, raising his eyebrows.

'What? You never heard of him?' demanded Narcissa.

'No. Honestly. I never did.' said Regulus. 'How's that Git, by the way?'

'Don't call him git!' snarled Bellatrix. 'He's Lestrange. Rodolphus Lestrange. He's-'

'Okay. Okay I understand.' said Regulus, tantalisingly. 'So that's how you became a Death Eater?'

'That's not how I became. I would join The Dark Lord, my Master, even if I didn't meet Rodol.' said Bellatrix, her voice was ridiculously calm considering her regular high pitch one. 'He is majestic, generous. He is immoral, My Lord.' Her eyes were full with tears, pair glistening in the dark. She mopped her eyes in the back of her sleeve, smiling.

'Immoral?' whispered Regulus. His voice was, too, steady, slow and calm, as if they were attending funeral.