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Chapter 2

A "Warm" Welcome

Bellatrix entered the hall and was surprised to see everyone fall silent suddenly. She blinked at them all.

"Why is everyone so sil...mph!" she made to ask but a hand covered her mouth. She glared at Lupin. "Hmphhh..."

"Stay quiet Lestrange. You don't want your aunt waking up..."

"I hope you have enough soap in this house so I can wash my mouth and get the fatal bacteria from your dirty hand to get off me," she said once they had left the hall.

"Shut up, Lestrange! Do you think that we want to hear your awful voice all the time?" Weasley asked with a sigh.

They entered the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley turned around to scold them all for being late. "Arthur I was so worried about you! What were you doing all th- sweet Merlin!" she gasped as she saw Bellatrix standing there casually looking around the kitchen.

"Oh hi there!" she greeted at Mrs. Weasley who fainted right away.

"Molly! Molly dear are you OK?" a Arthur exclaimed while running to her. Everyone in the room was now trying to bring her to her senses again. Finally she opened her eyes but until then, Bellatrix who was completely neglected, had fallen asleep with her head on the kitchen table.

She was really tired of worrying about some stupid people. She just wished she were alone. But they wouldn't let her do that. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't bother to respond. Now they grabbed her and made her to stand up violently. "What the hell...?"she groaned.

"Shut up and follow me Lestrange," Lupin ordered.

She was too tired to resist or make any comment so she followed him. They started climbing down some flights of stairs and finally they got to the basement. There was only an old bed there and an only window. "This will be your room," she heard Lupin say and although she hated it the bed was exactly what she needed at the moment. She heard the door close while she was drifting into sleep.

The next day she woke up by screams coming from upstairs. For a moment she thought she was back in Azkaban but it was a kid shouting at the top of his lungs. "SHE'S HERE? I'M GOING TO KILL HER! SHE MURDERED SIRIUS!"

Steps were heard coming to her room's direction. Suddenly they stopped and there was a girl speaking so loudly that she could feel such pain in her head that she thought it would break in any minute. "NO!! HARRY, STOP! WE MUST KEEP HER! WE NEED THE INFORMATION!"

"Can't you calm down a little? We are trying to sleep in here!" another boy was heard from upstairs. The door suddenly burst open.

Bellatrix had stood up as Harry rushed over to her madly. "I'm going to kill you!" he threatened.

"You wish Potter..." she answered with a smile.

Harry started going closer to her. "Why did you kill Sirius?" Harry asked, a tear welling in his eyes.

Bellatrix faked a sympathetic smile. "Because he deserved it the bloody bastard he were," she said innocently.

"You are worse than him!" Harry screamed and stormed out of the room.

"Love you too dear!" she called back merrily.

For the rest of they day however she remained locked until sometime in the evening Arthur Weasley came to the room saying, "Dumbledore wishes to talk to you."

"Oh really?! Does that old man still live? What the hell? Has he forgotten to die?" Weasley glared at her and she quickly added, "Tell him I am coming."

"Who do you think you are Black? A princess? You follow me to the meeting," he said gesturing at the door.

Bellatrix grudgingly went out the room and entered the kitchen after Weasley. "Good evening to all!" she greeted getting as an answer only cold glares from everybody.

"Will you shut up, Lestrange? You are a prisoner, remember? Follow me," he said taking her out of the kitchen and in another room of the house.

The only person in there was Albus Dumbledore. "Hello, Bellatrix" he said once the door was closed and they were the only ones in the room.

"Good evening to you too! So I heard that you wanted to talk to me right?" she asked. Dumbledore smiled saying "You are aware of the fact that you're now a prisoner Bellatrix. Your situation can become better however if you help us by providing some necessary information we need..."

"BUT I will still be a prisoner, right? I don't see how this is good for me! I will be receiving the same cold shoulder from your men, and I will be locked up in the same filthy basement. Besides, Dumbledore, don't tell me that YOU, one of the best wizards of all times thought that I, Bellatrix Black, would betray my Master," Bellatrix replied immediately.

Dumbledore's smile did not falter.

"Calm down Bellatrix. You didn't let me finish. We will give you the drawing room and I will make sure you will be better treated..."

"Yeah sure Dumbledore! Over my dead body!" she screamed and walked out back to her room.

Dumbledore was left there alone still smiling mischievously. "Arthur!" he called. "Tell Remus I want to have some words with him please and give Miss Black the drawing room as a new one."

"But Albus! She's a prisoner! The drawing room is too good for a filthy prisoner like Lestrange!" Arthur called back.

"Do as I say, Arthur!" Dumbledore said and he didn't want any other complaints.

Soon, Remus entered the same room Bellatrix was in a few minutes ago. "Did you call for me, Albus?" he said while sitting on a chair.

Dumbledore made himself comfortable on another chair. "Yes Remus...but first of all, lemon drop?" he asked taking a whole box of them out of his cloak.

"No, thank you, Albus," Remus replied.

Dumbledore looked disappointed but didn't insist. He knew Remus always preferred chocolate instead. "Well it has to do with our new guest..."

"Lestrange? Oh God I hate her, Albus! You can't imagine how difficult it is for me not to kill her on the spot! She murdered Sirius! How can we keep her in Sirius' house, Albus? He would never allow her to set foot in this house!" Remus said getting angrier.

Dumbledore surveyed him through his glasses. "I never really thought Sirius regarded this place as his house. He never felt like a Black. So it's mostly her house..." he said amused at Remus' outburst.

"Anyway. What did you want me for?" Remus asked.

"You see Remus, we must take a advantage of the fact that we have caught one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters but there is this problem of her incredible loyalty. We will slowly try to take any information she has but it will be a difficult job," he said looking more serious now.

"I understand, Albus but I don't see what role I play in this story. You don't expect me to..." Remus said looking disbelievingly at Dumbledore.

"This is the only thing I will ask from you Remus. I want to assign you the responsibility of persuading her to trust us and confess what her Master plans to do. It's not an interrogation Remus, remember we just want you to change her mind," Dumbledore said simply as if it was no big deal. "I totally trust you to do it."

"But, Albus, I HATE her! I can't do that! I've already told you!" Remus replied getting up.

"It would be good for the Order, Remus!" Dumbledore said trying to talk him into doing it "Sirius would do that."

"Sirius would have killed her immediately Albus. That's what I would like to do but I respect your efforts in beating Voldemort..." he said trying to justify himself. "But I hate her! I can't help it Dumbledore!" he exclaimed again.

Dumbledore peered at him closely. "Then you can consider this as a chance to take revenge," he replied muttering very low behind his teeth, "and there is that fine line between love and hatred..."

"I will never love her, Albus and you know that!" Remus said getting really furious, "But I will do it, ONLY to take my revenge and for the Order."

Dumbledore gave Remus an innocent look. Damn, his werewolf senses. "I never said you would love her Remus. I just said that you will be able to take your revenge. Thanks for your understanding too." With that he stood up trying to repress his smile.

Remus left the room, still being furious and went into his own. He locked himself in there trying to calm himself and think. How could he make her trust him. Well, making her love him was the best way as Albus had said but that wouldn't be that easy. She would never fall for anyone not even Voldemort himself. He sighed tiredly. Well the sooner he got over with it the better.

Bellatrix was taken in the drawing room. "Thank god, some light!" she said when she was left alone in the room.

She wondered why Dumbledore had given her this room instead of letting her rot in that awful basement.

Bellatrix remembered that one moment she had changed her mind and wished to leave the Death Eaters. Even if she left them, where would she go afterwards? She was hated by everyone. Just forget it! she thought. Just a moment of weakness. Never, never appear weak again. She was still pacing furiously up and down the room when someone knocked on the door. "WHAT?" she asked mad at whoever interrupted her dark thoughts.

"Hello, Le-Bellatrix. How are you doing? I begged Dumbledore to give you this room. Is it any better?" asked a smiling Lupin while entering.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "What do you want Lupin?" she demanded narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"I just wanted to see if you are OK, Bella," he replied, his smile not leaving his face. "What's so bad about that?"

Bellatrix was now really shocked but decided not to show it. "Is full moon coming?" she asked.

Lupin's smile fainted for a moment but soon it was plastered on his face again "Look, Bellatrix. I am trying to be civilized. How about we call a truce?"

"It's Black for you. And why would I do that again?" Bellatrix asked sitting on an armchair. She watched him standing there and for t first time in her life she felt she had the upper hand in something without the aid of the Cruciatus.

"Don't look me like I am a victim at your mercy, Bellatrix, because I am not. I just got bored of our fights and, since we are going to live at the same house for an apparent long time, I thought that we should at least try to behave," he said, finally without that annoying smile on his face.

Bellatrix was now the one smiling. "Try to behave?" she said and broke into laughter. "Oh yes. 'Shut up Lestrange and do that, do this.' That's behaving right?" she asked.

"Perhaps I need to explain some things to you. You are the prisoner here and you shouldn't expect from us to lay the red carpet for you. You had better come to terms with this cause it isn't gonna change," he answered.

"Who said that it isn't going to change?" she asked in turn.

"Don't tell me that you expect your Master to come and save you." Lupin laughed loudly. "Your Master doesn't care if he loses a servant, he wouldn't mind losing a useless one! You didn't bring the Prophecy to him, did you?"

Bellatrix stood up infuriated. "I don't need anyone's help to get out of this sordid building," she retorted.

"You can try until you are blue in the face, Bellatrix!" he said smiling. He walked out of the room and locked the door magically.

Bellatrix kicked the door as if it was going to break open. She had to get out. And then before stepping out of this house she would turn and smirk at Remus Lupin. Perhaps kill him too. But how was she supposed to do this? What about following his own idea? Civilised behaving... It could work.

A/N:We told you Harry would be kinda weird...but whatever. We want this to be humor too, so we try to do our best.