Chapter 2

"Lucius, mud bloods were everywhere, I wanted so badly to torture them, but it was in broad daylight, everyone would be able to see me," my mum was telling my dad.

"Draco, please promise that you never associate with that type. Bellatrix is stopping by later, Narcissa. Please add a plate to our dinner table," my father said.

"Bellatrix Lestrange?" I asked. "She never comes over."

"We are related to her, distantly that is, but never the less, she's family and we must be kind," my father said to me.

"Yes, father," I said.

"You may go to your room, Draco. Narcissa, have we gotten a new house elf?" my father said and started talking to my mum.

I walked down the long dark corridor and walked up a set of stairs. I turned right on the landing and walked up another staircase, did the same thing again, and opened the door to my tower bedroom. I sighed and looked out my window in the distance. My mother always being protective, never let me have friends over. Crabbe and Goyle only came over when their mother's were coming. For some reason they didn't want to come. We had recently hired a house elf named Eeeby. Eeeby kept to herself and I was so desperate to talk to someone. Bellatrix Lestrange only came to dinner to talk to my father about her muggle torturing, since my father kept the record. Maybe I could talk to her. Minutes later, I heard the door bell ring loudly around the house. I heard the door fly open with a bang and a evil girlish laugh, "Why waste my time, when I can easily get in?"

"Bellatrix, please come in. Time for you to report, Narcissa didn't manage any mud blood torturing, but she almost attempted," my father drawled louder than usual. "Draco," he called, seconds later, "Fetch the new house elf. The elf is never around when I need it."

I walked slowly to my door and screamed, "Eeeby, my father need some assistance. Come downstairs, now!" Eeeby walked quickly to me and I pointed down the staircase. She scrambled down the stairs as quickly as she could and I glared at her back. I walked slowly down the staircase behind her and stood in the hallway doorway, looking into the kitchen.

"Draco," my father said when he saw me, "You've met Bellatrix, I believe."

"Erm... I don't think so," I said nervously.

"Well, Bellatrix, Draco, Draco, Bellatrix. We all know each other, now. Back to business, how many muggles, Bella?"

"I would say about fifty," she started. "I murdered one but staged it as a suicide. Muggles will believe everything. They watched me and I didn't have time for a memory charm. They kept on saying I was a police spy. What the bloody hell is a police spy?"

"Bella, Bella, keep your temper under control. We have a long night, you know!"

"Yes, Lucius, I'll try, but knowing me, that'll be quite difficult."

"Draco, go get her some water, it'll keep her quiet for the next few minutes."

I walked over to the cabinet, pulled out a glass and filled a cup with some water. I handed it to Bellatrix and she snatched it, "Nice boy," she muttered to me.

"Thank you," I said and was about to depart from the kitchen, but my mother stopped me.

"You are eating with us, aren't you dear," she asked forcefully.

"Yes, mum," I said quietly and she pushed me into the dining room.

"Your father and I want to get rid of Bellatrix somehow, the woman never shuts up. If you don't mind, maybe you can entertain her for a while, your father and I will eat together, then you and Bellatrix can eat. You'll eat along with the elf."

"I'll eat with the elf?"

"That's how it's always been Draco. In proper pure blood families, the children eat with the elf!"

I stared at my mother in disbelief and she shoved me into the living room. Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting on our couch looking into a mirror.

"What have you got there?" I asked.

Bellatrix looked up and put the mirror inside her robes, "Nothing."

"I won't show it to my father. I'm kind of mad at them right now. Well, I'm always mad at my parents," I said.

"It's a two way mirror. You've heard of them, right?"

"Yes, who were you talking to?"

"McNair."

"Why?"

"I really shouldn't say. Not now, at least."