A/N: Mmmmm! Don't you just love the smell of new money! I know I do! Though it makes me strangely hungry...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor have I ever claimed to.

Chapter 5

A screech filled the air as Narcissa stormed into Bella's room, her hair dyed gold with the most ridiculous combination of colours pokadotted all over her expensive hair-do.

"Bellatrix! What did you do?!" she screamed at her sister, obviously furious whilst Bellatrix was rolling around on the floor laughing. "It's not funny!"

"Yes - yes it is," Bella finally managed to gasp out, before diving for cover behind the bed, still laughing her head off.

Narcissa growled at her, her eyes narrowing dangerously and a glint of pure murder appearing in her eyes.

"Reverse whatever you did now," Narcissa hissed, an amount of venom in her voice that very few people had ever head. Besides her husband and son of course. This just proceeded in making Bella giggle harder.

"I-It's your o-own fault," she managed to get out finally, gasping for breath. "You sh-shouldn't have m-mess with my hair!"

Narcissa's eyes narrowed yet further still, to the point were they were nothing more than slits, her fury at Bella mounting to an unbelievable amount.

"Un... Do... It... Now," she finally said, stressing each and every syllable to try and get over to her sister that someone would pay if it wasn't reversed.

"No!" Bellatrix declared happily, mirth evident not only in her voice, but in her face. Narcissa growled at her, fury growing in her eyes. This meant war.

There was a hop in his step and a song in his heart as Harry walked to his and Bella's room. He had finally mastered the killing curse, and, because of that, he was about to take up his first solo mission, and he could hardly wait. Of course it meant he would have to leave Bella for however long it would take but he could still hardly wait.

Turning the corner he frowned slightly when he saw Lucius Malfoy staring inside with a look of either absolute shock, or absolute horror, possibly a mixture of the two. He saw soon enough, however what had affected him so much.

Inside the room he shared with Bella it looked as if a bomb had gone off, or a five-year old child has decided to have some fun whilst he had been gone. Without realising, his jaw dropped open in an expression identical to that of Lucius's when he saw both Bella and Narcissa, both of whom appeared to be asleep at opposite sides of the room.

To say they had both seen better days would have been an understatement. Bella's hair, which, fortunately, was no longer anywhere near as platinum blond as it had been, was a total mess, all tangled, a few loose strands from the ponytail she had had it up in dangling down in front of her eyes, both of which were at varying stages of bruising. Narcissa, on the other hand, wasn't much better off. Her hair was, if possible, even messier than Bella's, and whilst she only had one black eye (which looked like it was going to be a real shiner) her top lip was split and was bleeding and she had a bruise appearing on her cheek that looked like a hand print, suspiciously similar in size to Bellatrix's.

Harry chanced a looked at Lucius, and their eyes met for a second, before they both nodded and left, an unspoken agreement between the two of them forming not to mention what they guessed to have happened, whether it be the truth or just something their imagination's had cooked up.

In the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore sighed with his head in his hands. It was the start of the new school year, but so much had changed over the summer it was unbelievable. Not only had Minister Fudge, the fool of an excuse for a man, had Harry Potter, the sole hope of the wizarding world, arrested and placed in Azkaban, but Harry had joined Voldemort. It still could be worse though, he knew it could. Fortunately Harry's defection had not caused the widespread panic amongst most of the wizarding population as Voldemort had doubtlessly been hoping for, but rather a few mixed reactions.

There was, of course, a minor panic from a few, and some mild hysteria from those who were amongst Harry's friend's, but on the whole the wizarding world had turned its back on their hero, most saying that they knew that he was no good, and that they had suspected him all along. There was also a few, a very scattered few, who had rejoiced at the news, all of whom were obviously either supporters of the Dark Lord's cause or actual Death Eaters. Either way they were happy.

Dumbledore slammed his fist down on his desk, his blue eyes losing their infamous twinkle and filling with anger. Hypocrites! The wizarding world was full of hypocrites who only believed what they read in the newspaper, which was nearly never accurate or truthful! Bloody hypocrites!

Dumbledore's anger quickly past, and was soon replaced with a feeling of guilt and self-blame, very similar to what he had felt when he had first heard that young Tom Riddle had become the person the world now knew as Lord Voldemort. He could have stopped this! He knew he could have! He could have prevented both of them, both of the two most promising young students he had ever met, from turning to the dark.

But you didn't, a niggling little voice said at the back of his mind, and he instantly knew it was right. He could have prevented them both from turning, simply by stopping them both from growing up in the home that they had, or by simply stepping in when he could have prevented Harry from going to Azkaban, or he could have prevented Tom from releasing the basilisk, saving at least one life in the process. But you didn't.

There was so much he could have done, so many what ifs that he didn't think he could cope. But he knew he must. And so he would. He would try to lead the Light into victory and banish the Darkness. For a while at least. They may have lost their one shot at winning, but that was no reason to give up.

A/N: So what do you think? Not bad, considering I was so stuck on how to start this chapter. Plus this chapter's helped me to think in detail more about a plot (okay, so it's currently a half-baked idea that may never work, but it's worth a try). And I got it out relatively quickly, in only about an hour in total writing time (all at once too).

SiLvErFaTeD: Thanks!

Rock and Sarcasm: Okay!

The Vampire Story Hunter: ::giggles::

Kage Mirai: Was this as good?

Slydawn: Um, right…

SerpentClara: Well she's slightly insane, of course she's gonna be cheerful when an oppressive Voldemort's about.

SiriusRulz14: Thank you!

S: Okay!

Amscray: Okay, for one, Narcissa and Lucius have always been kind of crazy in my opinion. Two, they could be, but I believe that since pure bloods are often forced into arranged marriages then they don't know the real reaosn of romance and since Harry's only ever been on one date in the books he doesn't exactly either. And three, good point.

jeangab057: Soon, hopefully.

Be0t: Is it?

Krissy Riddle: I'm not too sure yet, I just wanted to get rid of him.

dark angel of fate: True.

Shadowface: This soon enough?

Ryua Malfoy: Of course it's supposed to happen! The Dark Side is just so cool!

Kirkalicious: Um… I'd rather not.