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Chapter 4

Memories and Suspicion

Bellatrix had nothing to do to alleviate her boredom for the next hours so she put her pride aside and got a Muggle book, much to her disgust, to read.

She started reading it and in a few minutes she was engrossed in her book. It wasn't as bad as she thought but she would never admit that. Maybe Muggles were good writers but all of them deserved to die. And have a painful death too. She flipped through the last pages of the book absent-mindedly.

After she had finished the book she started looking at the ceiling like it was the most unusual thing in the world. She started thinking back and soon enough she was absorbed by her memories.

Memories that were good and bad. The worse memory she ever had was from her wedding day. It did sound weird but that was the true. Her stay in Azkaban made sure that memory was indelible. She had good memories though. The ones of being to the Death Eaters feeling free but even then she could never forget what she had to go through to prove herself to Voldemort.

But that was past now! She wasn't with the Death Eaters! She was in a bloody room in her uncle's house! Imprisoned! Again! And she had to play the love-sick woman in order to escape! That sure as hell wasn't fair!

By the time she was out of there, and it seemed it was going to be pretty soon as her plans went on well, she would work on her own. Get rid of all the Muggle scum. That thought brought a twisted smile on her face.

But she had to leave Voldemort first and that wasn't going to be easy. However first to get out of this house.

That wasn't such a hopeless situation as she thought it would be. Well, the living conditions were far more better than in Azkaban and Lupin....Even though he was just a way to escape from Grimmauld Place he kept good company. No way Bellatrix! Why do you even waste your time thinking about someone so worthless?

If only she could get out of this bloody room! She would have more space to pace around and maybe she could see Lupin? No just more space.

Lupin was sitting in his room after the meeting still feeling ambivalent about whether he should go to see Bellatrix or not. Why would he want to see her? Sadistic wench she was but still nice to be with. Of course not! He just wanted to be with her so he could kill her, right?

He decided to go and see her. The more he stayed with her, the more trust he gained. That and her company. No, only her trust. After he was convinced that this was his sole reason for wanting to see her, he got up and left his room.

He made his way to the drawing room but as he made to knock on the door he hesitated for a moment. Was this right? Certainly not. Then why was he just standing there not doing anything?

Of course it was wrong but her killing Sirius wasn't right either! How was he supposed to get his revenge? With that thought, he knocked the door. "Come in!" he heard her call.

"I thought you wouldn't come," she said raising her brow. "What happened? Decided you want to kill me?"

"Why did you think that? And if I wanted to kill you I would have done it already!" he said sitting on a chair.

"You might be looking for the perfect opportunity. I don't know how a werewolf's mind works," she said.

"My dear, I don't need an opportunity to kill you! You don't have your wand and I have mine. I have many people to support me in here while you have no one! Can't you see? And stop rubbing it in my face that I am a werewolf!"

"If you kill me, you will be no different from what I am. A murderer," she pointed out with her eyes flashing with anger. Bellatrix finally controlled herself and said in a pretentious regretful tone. "Sorry for reminding you about that..."

"Yes but I will have a reason and nobody is going to criticise me for that. Anyway I hoped that you had figured that this isn't my intention!"

Bellatrix just shook her head. "Look, I'm not going to get into a fight with you. I'm in no mood of doing that," she said.

"You started it. Anyway, how is the prisoner's life? Having a good time? I see you read one of our books. How did you find it?" he said trying to tease her.

"Oh it was wonderful but why would you even care? That's my business!" she retorted.

"I am glad to know that our prisoners have a good time here! I liked that book too when I read it!" he said calmly.

"You did? It was rather good. For a Muggle writer," she added shooting a look full of distaste at the book.

"Why do you think Muggles are not equal to wizards? They actually have developed a great civilisation!" he said.

"Why did they not regard wizards as equal in the Middle Ages? They hunted us down like animals!" she snapped and added, "Now we are getting revenge. They still think of us as lower in quality even though they do not kill us anymore."

"I had never thought of that!" Remus said amused by her reason. "But, on second thoughts, I don't think it is good to kill them. We become the same murderers as them," he added

"It's just a vicious circle," she concluded with a thoughtful smile.

"I am not going to argue about that. It's a difficult topic that will lead us to no solution."

Bellatrix nodded unconsciously studying his face. His several strands of greying hair came to contrast with his eyes that had a childish sparkle in them that she had never before…What the hell was she doing? She shook her head to make any kind of these thoughts fade away.

He started observing her. She looked tired. She still had all black hair, without one sign of white. And black eyes that had a passion in them. He couldn't help but wonder how she could look so beautiful while she had killed so many people. 'Superficial beauty' he thought.

Bellatrix suddenly found her eyes meeting his and quickly averted them. He might saw her plans, yes that was it. And why was everyone so bloody silent?!

"So, you must be tired so I will leave you to sleep. I will bring you some water. You might die from thirst in here! And we don't need a dead body in the house! Let alone that they will say that we don't take care of our guests!" and he left the room before she could answer.

Bellatrix snorted amused. There was certainly more to Remus Lupin than met the eye. Perhaps not. No, no he is just the same miserable bastard he had always been...

Remus returned in the room with a jug of water and a glass. He put them on the small table of the room. Bellatrix stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at him.

"That's..." she paused to find a word "very kind of you, thanks." She had to admit she was gradually gaining his trust.

He smiled. "You'd better sleep now. You look really tired. I will see you in the morning, if you want to," he said.

"I would like to," Bellatrix answered trying to convince herself she didn't really mean it. "Goodnight!"

"Night," he mumbled before exiting the room and heading for his own. He tried to convince himself that he didn't actually look forward to meeting her again the following morning.

Bellatrix didn't see Remus for the rest of the next day until some time after midday when he appeared with a tray full of food. "What are you planning to do? Feed me and then slaughter me?" she asked amused as he entered.

"If you don't want it, I can take it away." he said, pretending to be offended.

Bellatrix decided to challenge him. "Take it. It's not as if I care," she replied.

"OK!" he said with a smile "I know somebody in the room across the corridor that would love to have it," he said, smiling and opened the door.

"Go and feed him then!" she provoked.

"Oh I will," he said and made to leave.

"Fine! I don't care!" she called behind him. Then it finally dawned her. He had left the room's door open! If she was quick enough she would be able to leave without him realising anything. She swiftly made her way to the door.

Remus hadn't left though. He was waiting outside of the door for her to call him back, sure that she would. He was taken aback when he saw her exit the room like Lucifer himself was behind her and leaving the tray immediately he started running to get her.

Bellatrix looked behind her. Damn him! He had never left! Now the last thing she wanted was someone else coming across her. She took a sharp turn to the next corridor she met. Thankfully no one was there so she tried to run faster.

"BLACK HAS ESCAPED!!!" Remus screamed several times while he was running after her. He saw her turn and followed her. More people were now all over the place searching for Bellatrix.

"Now you really needed to let everyone know that?" Bellatrix demanded as she jumped the stairs three by three to reach the exit.

She wasn't quick enough though. The Weasley twins had now got her just before she could touch the doorknob.

"Damn you red-haired freaks!" she swore as the twins held her back from the door. With all the commotion however Mrs. Black was now awake and screaming. "BLOOD TRAITORS! Of course not you Bella dear....MUTANTS! HALF-BLOODS!" she kept screeching.

The twins were shouting as well, "Revenge to the fake Santa!" shoving Bellatrix away from the door.

"Screw you kids!" she swore back.

"No thank you, freak!" they screamed back. Mrs. Weasley was now trying to make Mrs Black shut up along with some other members of the Order, Potter and Granger. She noticed the two younger Weasleys sitting at the kitchen table and talking as if nothing was going on. Lupin approached Bellatrix and shoved her to the Hall leading at the drawing room.

"What's your problem? Bellatrix snapped still frustrated by how the twins had treated her.

"What's my problem? What did you want me to do? Bow and politely ask you to follow me to the drawing room?" he asked looking angry.

"Oh sorry for trying to escape and not give up!" she said sarcastically. Wait...she was supposed to be sorry. Damn. "Perhaps I shouldn't have done it..." she said quietly.

He opened the door of the drawing room and led her inside not saying anything and then left.

Back to were we started, Bellatrix thought miserably. She had to be kinder. She shouldn't have tried to escape as she knew it was pointless. For some strange reason she felt as if she had disappointed him and that thought made her a bit dejected although she wouldn't even admit it to herself.

She was alone again in her cell and that didn't make her feel good. She was frustrated from being in the same room day by day and not having anything to do but read those filthy Muggle books. She started pacing around the room kicking every book she found in front of her.

Remus turned and locked the door behind him with a flick of his wand. Unconsciously he let a sigh. What would have happened if Bellatrix....no it's Lestrange.... left?

He would lose his sole chance to take his revenge, right? However, he didn't feel comfortable with this answer. He felt like lying to himself...

Of course he couldn't be lying! Remus had always been honest to himself. Lestrange deserved to suffer at least 1/4 of the pain she had caused. 1/4? He had started this, call it 'Mission: Lestrange', to make her suffer all the pain she had inflicted, where did the other 3/4 of the pain go? 'Oh, I was never good in Mathematics!' he thought and entered his room.

But it just didn't feel right to fool her like that. Bell...Lestrange had never fooled anyone. She always did what she thought on the spot even if that wasn't good.

'Stop thinking about her! You have made your decision,' he thought to himself. He tried to throw away this feeling of not-doing-the-right-thing but it just wouldn't leave him alone.He thought carefully. Should he be angry at her? He wasn't not quite sure about that. But he had to talk to her sometime. Dumbledore will start asking information and he will have nothing to say.

He wasn't angry at her anymore, he noticed. She was right. She was a prisoner and she had to try to make her escape, there was nothing wrong or strange in that. But he had to continue with his plan, he needed the information.

Feeling as if all these were happening to someone else or as if he was in a dream he left his room going upstairs to the drawing room.

He knocked the door and heard her calling him in. Suddenly, he felt nervous. He didn't know what to tell her. He entered anyway and saw a room full of books scattered all over the place. He started picking them up since she would never do that to "stupid" Muggle literature. "Hi," he said.

"Hi..." she said reluctantly. Why had he come? Wasn't he furious some time ago?

"Look, Lestr...Bellatrix, I know you had a better time with the other Death Eaters but you should try to accept the fact that you are here now and you can't leave," he said.

"That would be like surrendering," Bellatrix pointed out. "Let me help you with these," she said kneeling down next to him to pick some of the books she had thrown around the room.

"Is it so bad here?" he asked smiling and putting some books in the empty library.

She couldn't fight a smile. "Not really. I'm just bored of doing nothing," she explained.

"What do you want to do?" he asked looking interested.

"Anything that will make me feel less bored," she said taking the last book. She went to the library and put it next to the others.

"I can bring you a book with crosswords. Tonks loves them. She has thousands of them in her room!" he said smiling.

Bellatrix raised her eyebrow. "Crosswords? Excuse me, I'm a Death Eater!" she pointed out.

"Yes, and...? You are a woman too. Tonks told me that women love crosswords when I asked her what she finds in these things. I was laughing for hours when I heard that! If you don't like them tell me what you want!"

"Perhaps she had told you that most women like crosswords. I don't. I would like to...." she paused wondering if she could really ask that. "Can I walk around the house freely?"

"How will I know that you won't try to escape again?" he asked eyeing her suspiciously.

"You have my word," she said seriously.

"You know though that since you tried to escape twice, you may try again!" he said.

She sighed in exasperation. "For Slytherin's sake where would I go if I escaped? I'm a criminal without a wand! And I need to take a bath too!" she added.

"You could always go to Voldemort! On second thoughts, I think I can trust you. Don't let me down!" he said

"You do? You trust me?" she asked doing her best not to grin.

"I do. But don't disappoint me or I will kill you with my bare hands," he said trying to look frightening but his smile betrayed him.

"You're not so scary for a werewolf," Bellatrix pointed out with a smile elbowing him.

"I can be, let me think, every full moon!"

"Not really. With the wolfsbane you become just a wolf," she said.

"You have never seen a werewolf, have you?" he asked.

Bellatrix frowned. "Not really but it can't be that bad," she said.

"It is, at least it is if you are the werewolf. And people that have seen it say it is a very, very frightening."

"I'm not scared easily Remus Lupin," she said proudly.

"They weren't scared easily either," he said looking as if he was lost in his thoughts...

"But you scared them," she said with a sarcastic smile folding her arms in front of her chest.

"That doesn't prove that they weren't brave," he said glaring at her.

Bellatrix glared back at him. "None of them can be called brave if they haven't paid a small 'visit' to Azkaban first."

One of them has and he escaped without his 'Master's' help, Remus thought but didn't say it aloud. "Azkaban isn't the only thing that makes you scared to death," he said instead.

"Oh really? How could you know? Have you lived there?" she demanded.

He didn't know a thing. Like everyone else. Anybody who considered himself important would go out and say his or her opinion about Azkaban but none of them knew a damned thing.

"Sirius told me that it was the worst experience of his life but watching a werewolf transform was the second most terrifying". He felt sorry for reminding her of her years in Azkaban but he would never admit that Lestrange was right.

"Perhaps. I don't know. I've never seen a werewolf's transformation," she said with a mere shrug. "But still nothing compares to Azkaban. To the feeling of misery and depression that goes on every day, every week, every month and every year. The worst of it is that you're sure this will continue and this thought drives you crazy," she said suddenly realising she had brought her face uncomfortably close to his.

He was looking into her eyes, listening carefully to what she had to say and he was feeling compassion for her. She had spent the best years of her life in a cell in Azkaban and suddenly he felt the need to hold her and take her bad memories away. Come on, Remus! This is Lestrange! She deserved everything she has gone through he thought but he didn't believe those thoughts.

As an awkward silence fell between them Bellatrix coughed and stepped back a little away from him. She let her emotions overcome her. That was a big mistake. Adhere to your first plan Bellatrix! "Look, I'm sorry for trying to escape but you have to understand..." she pleaded.

"I understand but it doesn't make it any better. Now the others will think that I helped you escape," he said looking serious now. "Let's just forget about it, OK?"

Bellatrix nodded as if she was a young girl who had just been scolded. She averted her eyes from him her mind swimming in memories ,most of them dark, then she suddenly looked back at him saying. "Why are you even talking to me?"

"Cause I am bored to death in this place," he answered a fade smile appearing on his face.

Bellatrix smiled too. "So I'm not the only one bored to death here..." she said.

"You shouldn't be bored to death! You are talking to Remus Lupin in person!" he said mocking an arrogant look.

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows. "Really? My honour..." she said with a graceful bow. Sometimes that man actually amused her.

"So when are you going to take your first walk around our noble castle?" he asked trying to lighten the mood.

Bellatrix grinned wickedly. "Can I do it now?" she asked eager to get out of this room. She had started feeling claustrophobic. But then she had lived in a cell for 14 years.

"No," he said. "On second thoughts, if the others see you out of the drawing room they will think that you are trying to escape. We've got to find a way in order for you to leave the room."

"Why not? You can just go and tell them quite clearly that I can be trusted!" she exclaimed feeling her freedom flying away.

"Haha Bella! And I thought you smart! We are at least 10 people in here daily and more than 30 come to the meetings. What do you expect me to tell them? 'Hey guys this ia Bellatrix Lestrange, she has served 14 years in Azkaban and is one of the most dangerous Death Eaters. She feels a little bored in her cell and I allowed her to walk around'. Besides there is Harry as well."

"Harry? What about little baby Potter? Is he too great to accept me?" she said with a scornful look and turned her back at him. Just when they had started getting along very well they got back from scratch.

"He for once find one person that really is family and loves him and there comes the bad Death Eater and murders him. You have to understand that while I trust the others see you as a filthy human being that doesn't deserve to live. There must be a way for you to go around," he was looking at her back and wished he could help her but she had to understand. Why did he want her to feel better so much?

Bellatrix paused for a moment listening to all he said. "Perhaps they are right," she muttered bowing her head her eyes meeting the carpet.

"For Merlin's sake, Bellatrix! We both know this isn't the case!" he looked at the window. Thankfully it wasn't too high.

She snorted. "Fine then, tell me what it is!" she demanded and turned on her heels to look at him straight in the eyes.

Remus found himself at a loss for words. "Okay you are a murderer but everyone makes mistakes. That doesn't mean you should be killed," he said in a miserable attempt.

That made Bellatrix throw her head back and laugh. "I never believed I would hear this from you Remus!" When she calmed down she looked more serious and said, "But you don't know something. It was never a mistake. I knew what I was doing every time."

Remus didn't want to get himself trapped into a conversation like this so he tried to change the subject. "Anyway, Bellatrix. To the matter in hand. How will you go around freely in Grimmauld Place with the others completely oblivious to it"

She shrugged as an answer. "I haven't the foggiest idea. Well if you want I can stay here too. I've started getting used to it anyway," she muttered under her breath.

"You know, perhaps I can help you to make this place more pleasant. For example I can bring you some books that you like or a photo of your beloved husband..." he said the last part with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow with a glare. "My personal relationships are none of your concern," she said coldly.

"Just trying to help, Bellatrix" he said.

"Reminding me of that moron doesn't really help," she pointed out. She appreciated his help however it was difficult for Bellatrix to show such thing as she wasn't used to it.

"How the hell could I know that? You are still a couple. Couples are usually happy to at least have a picture of each other to look at when they are lonely. That's what I've heard anyway."

Bellatrix smiled. "Well maybe. I never felt like this. But just for you to know, living with Rodolphus Lestrange is horrible," she said.

"Now you don't have to see his ugly face every day. Now you have to see my ugly face every day. Your situation goes from bad to worse," he smiled.

Bellatrix shook her head negatively. "Oh trust me your face is much better than his," she said and as she realised what she did she lowered her head making black hair fall in front of it to hide a light shade of red. Bellatrix, blushing? For Merlin's sake!

"Why thank you!" Remus couldn't suppress a grin. "I bet Lestrange will be green with envy!" he was sounding like a little boy. Noticing her blush he became solemn again.

She merely nodded with a shy smile. "Maybe he will be," she relied. What the hell.? She was no stupid school girl anymore! Then why was she acting like this?

Remus observed Bellatrix as she nodded and as she smiled shyly at him. He realised that her company was enjoyable and that he was interested in learning all those things that she seemed to keep inside.

An awkward silence fell between them and Bellatrix coughed uncomfortably. "So...." she started saying but her logic wondered what in seven hells she could talk with Remus Lupin about.

"So..." Remus shrugged. He didn't know what to say to her. He looked at his watch. It was late in the night. 'Time flies,' he thought. Suddenly, he felt tired as if the thought of the time made him want to go to bed. "It's late. I'd better be going," he said aloud.

Bellatrix who had sunk deeply in her thoughts snapped back to reality. "What?...Oh yes of course you must be tired," she said.

"You aren't?" he questioned with a confused look on his face.

She smiled bitterly. "I have been trained not to get tired easily," she explained.

"Well, I can stay a little more if you want me to," he said suddenly not wanting to leave.

"No if you're tired I can't just force you to stay with me and bear my presence," Bellatrix objected. She didn't really want him to leave. In some way his presence kept her calm and away from her dark thoughts that often took over her by nightfall.

"If I said that I could stay, then I really wanted to stay. And I like your presence. It is a lot better than Fred and George's presence asking me about potions or wanting to learn about the Order's meetings," he answered and sat back down.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "I can't have you collapsing here any second and then will you tell me how am I supposed to carry you out of here? And who are Fred and George?" she replied full of questions.

"If I collapse in here you will just have to either wake me up or bear my presence for the whole night and perhaps the insufferable snorts come with it. Fred and George are the Weasley twins. The ones that stopped you when you tried to escape."

Bellatrix snorted in annoyance. "Oh these two....a bit irritating I may say."

"They can be irritating at times, but they are between the most infernal teenagers I have ever met. If they put something in their minds nothing will stop them," he was now smiling realising that he was like those two a long time ago; along with James, Sirius and Peter.

Well you must know them better but they surely aren't kind! That way they shoved me into the wall..." she murmured shaking her head indignantly.

Remus laughed at the memory. "I didn't say that they are kind! You should ask Filch! He will explain to you their kindness!"

Bellatrix smiled. "Yes I think that will do," she said with a nod amused.

"I remember you in school. You were not the cold Slytherin that never liked this type of behaviour!" he said smiling.

Bellatrix was somewhat taken aback by this statement. "Err...well I was a bit mischievous myself," she said proudly.

"Yeah sure... You were the prude Slytherin that always did her homework and a teacher's pet" he said half-serious, half-joking.

Bellatrix gave him an offended look. "You were a prefect!" she exclaimed.

He grinned proudly "As were you! And I don't find anything wrong with your behaviour at Hogwarts. I wasn't trying to offend you!" 'Just to tease you a little bit,' he thought.

Bellatrix raised a brow. "Well you did."

"Sorry! Your turn. Tell me how I was at Hogwarts. And you can offend me out of vengeance," he said, curious to learn her point of view.

Bellatrix thought about it for a while. "You were...not immature like your moronic friends and well you were more stuck than me with lessons and you know that," she pointed out.

Remus thought about it for a moment. "Interesting," he said after some minutes. "I had always been considered one of the moronic Marauders"

"No in fact you were the smartest of them but you weren't a douche bag to brag about it," she said.

"So now I am not only more beautiful than Lestrange but also the smartest of the Marauders. If you add more to the least, I will begin to look down my nose to everyone!" he laughed.

Bellatrix laughed. "Well see it that way. Rodolphus was always ugly as a fox and the rest of the Marauders dumb as cows so don't start ruining yourself now by becoming like them."

"Ugly as a fox, dumb as cows...I see you are quite animal-friendly; another shade of your intriguing personality," he pointed out mimicking an expert

She chuckled. "Yes, you see I happen to really like Animagus'," she said her voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Why didn't you like Sirius anyway? You never told me! There must be something besides his being the black sheep of the family!"

"He always thought himself as better than anyone! And my father who clearly wanted boys instead of three daughters liked him very much something which encouraged his constant boasting," she said.

"I agree that Sirius was the oh-I'm-so-better-than-you type of person," he said after a minute or two of thoughts.

Bellatrix raised a brow at his answer. "You are saying this?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes," he answered calmly. "No one is perfect. Sirius had flaws too. You just had to overlook them and concentrate on the good side of him"

Bellatrix snorted. "Which was?" she demanded.

"Well...he had a great sense of humour"

"Oh yes, especially when he taunted others!" she said with a glare as if it was his fault that Sirius was like that.

"Let's drop it, shall we?" he said, being too tired to argue right now

Bellatrix nodded. "I guess you're right. And you must be tired by now," she added remembering his wish to leave previously.

"Yes, I guess I need some sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Do you want me to bring you something before I go to bed? Some food? Water?" he stood up and waited for her answer.

She shook her head. "No thanks, I guess I will talk to you tomorrow," she muttered.

"Sleep tight" he muttered and left the room, heading straight for the bedroom.

A stony silence fell to the meeting hall which was only interrupted by Voldemort's indignant voice. "Who let her come?! I think my orders were quite strict about her and Lucius!" he said glaring with his scarlet eyes the Death Eaters.

"She came without asking anyone, Master. She just followed us to the Ministry. We thought that you had let her come at the last minute," a Death Eater in the middle of the crowd said in a loud voice.

"You thought?" he asked maliciously. "And apart from that you let her get captured?" he asked his voice raising in anger.

"We had to fight for ourselves, Master. Besides, she was doing very well with that Monks-whatever-her-name-is member. She knocked her down and then she nearly killed Remus Lupin. She was fighting really well, Master. She didn't need our help," another Death Eater was heard, wondering where he had found the courage to talk to the Dark Lord like that.

Voldemort's eyes were fixed on him glaring murder. "Then can anyone of you tell me how she got caught?" he asked begging for patience.

No one spoke. Voldemort couldn't take it any longer. "You are all dismissed for now, apart from Rodolphus Lestrange," he said. Sighs of relief were heard and the crowd rushed to the exit, leaving Rodolphus Lestrange behind. Rodolphus swore under his breath and walked towards his Master.

Voldemort entwined his long fingers and surveyed him. "So Bellatrix is in the hands of Albus Dumbledore. We really don't want that, do we Rodolphus?" he asked.

'Of course we do,' Rodolphus thought but instead he agreed with the Dark Lord.

Voldemort smirked as if he read Rodolphus' thoughts. "Azkaban has clearly slowed her mind and it's probable that she has revealed many of our plans," he stated.

Rodolphus may hate her guts but he had to admit that she was anything but thick. Even after 14 years at Azkaban... "I don't think so, Master. Bellatrix is very loyal. She would never reveal our plans to our enemies. Besides, she is practised to endure to Unforgivable Curses and she is damn good at it."

Voldemort shook his head exasperated. He sometimes wondered about the ways his Death Eaters had to deal with situations. "But I certainly can't risk anything like that Rodolphus. So I think I will have to take action," he replied as a certain idea formed on his mind.

Rodolphus looked lost for a minute. However he had learnt to trust the Dark Lord when it came to dealing with difficult situations. He waited for Voldemort to reveal his infernal plan.

Voldemort smiled evilly at his Death Eater. "I think it's time to test once more Potter's abilities on Occlumancy," he said.

Voldemort would use The-Boy-Who-Lived. That was as far as he could understand. However he still didn't get it... How was Harry Potter going to help this time?

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