A/N: Before you read, remember these characterss aren't mine, incase you have doubts as to whose they are, they're J.K. Rowling's, she's the auther of this book called Harry Potter...maybe you've heard of it
Bellatrix found herself in a circle, which had wound itself around the Dark Lord without her even realizing it. She waited with baited breath for him to speak. She noticed the cloaked figures she'd seen earlier were a part of the circle. There must have been around fifteen in all. Finally he spoke.
"Welcome, new recruits. You should feel honored that I, the Dark Lord, has requested your appearance tonight. If Wilkes tells me correctly, you have all been told about our goals and the things we do to achieve them." All of Bella and her friends nodded in unison. "Tonight, if you are all willing to be a part and begin using the dark arts to purge the magical world of half – bloods and mudbloods, I will assign my Death Eaters to personally train each of you." Once again they all nodded in agreement with what Voldemort had said. " Ok, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, step forward. You two will be trained by Wilkes. Although I doubt either of you will need much training from what I know about you. The Malfoy family is known for their vast knowledge of the dark arts. And Snape, I have been told you knew more curses when you started school than any of the seventh years did." Some of the Death Eaters were looking at both Malfoy and Snape. Bella supposed it was rare that Voldemort gave any comments. "Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange," he said, waiting for them to step forward, "you will be trained by Crabbe and Goyle. Mulciber, Rosier, and Dolohov," they immediately stepped forward, "you three will be trained by Nott and McNair. Nott graduated two years ago. Am I correct?" They nodded. "Yes, so you all should know him, McNair's a little older though. Anyway, that leaves Bellatrix Black does it not? Yes, yes, I'll be training her myself."
The Death Eaters in the circle began looking at one another while her classmates just stared from her to the Dark Lord.
"Alright," he began again, "you all are not allowed to use magic out of school, so we are going to need to find a place for you all to train where you won't be detected. Bellatrix, does your house have an undetectable spell on it? Is that why you could use that curse earlier tonight?"
"Yes sir," she said confidentially.
"Well then I will train you at your house, I'll make sure your parents aren't home and all other necessary precautions. Wilkes, Crabbe, Goyle, McNair, and Nott, you all are to find some place where it will be undetectable that these underage wizards are using magic. Once you have found someplace suitable you will need to inform them when you will be meeting. I suggest we begin training during this Christmas break and continue during all other holidays. When you all have completed your training you will become Death Eaters yourself and will bear the same mark on your arm that they do now." All of the surrounding Death Eaters rolled up their sleeve showing the dark mark." That is all for now, you will be informed of any other important information through Wilkes and your personal trainers."
The Death Eaters were dissaparating and Bellatrix and her classmates began walking away but Bellatrix had a strange urge to have one last glance at Voldemort. When she turned around she saw him staring at her, and when he saw her turn and look back he motioned for her to come to him.
"You have great potential you know," he said. "I've never seen someone perform the Cruciatus Curse like that as I've already told you. I see much potential in you. You already have such power, knowledge and ability. With my training you will become more capable than the Death Eaters I have today. What's more, I see loyalty in you Bella. You're loyalty towards me is already unwavering; I see it in your eyes."
"Thank you, sir," she said, her glance never leaving his eyes.
"You can call me Lord or Master, Bella."
Master, she thought. Alright, whatever he asks I'll do. Bellatrix didn't know how she could have felt any better unless he did something like kiss her. She knew she was stronger and smarter than all her other friends from school, but to have the Dark Lord tell her, was unbelievable.
Voldemort was watching her intently. She was beautiful. Her beauty is a weapon as well he thought. Witt, talent, and beauty. She possessed such deadly qualities and with his help she would be beyond comparable to anyone else. She would be his servant. He himself was overcome with this young girl. She was everything he liked. But he needed to focus on the task ahead.
"Well Bella, you will hear from me soon," he said stepping closer to her. "We should start your training as quickly as possible," he drawled twirling her straight black hair in his fingers.
She looked up at him and he smiled. "I must leave now Bella; I will see you quite soon I hope," he said a little more quickly and the smallest bit harshly. Before she knew it he had dissaparated. She had never wanted someone to leave less. His power and authority was overwhelmingly becoming. She flinched at the thought of disappointing him and gleamed at the thought of pleasing him.