Chapter Three:

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

The Slytherin House Quidditch team would like to invite you for a friendly scrimmage in two days time. You may name to field. We would like to note that the following Slytherin team members have their own: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Theodore Nott.

Thank You,

Elizabeth M. Malfoy

Draco A. Malfoy

There, thought Elizabeth after Draco had signed it. Just as she was tying the letter to one splendidly beautiful eagle owl, a house elf came scurrying towards her.

"Mistress Elizabeth! Master Lucius sent me to find you. Tipsy was told to hurry. Tipsy was sent to find you, because Mistress Bellatrix is here."

"Oh, damn. Tell her I'll be right there." With a deep curtsy, the house elf left.

Elizabeth Marvolo Malfoy hated when her mother came to visit her. It was always unpleasant for both parties. Her mother criticized her, and she in turn, insulted her mother.

Elizabeth walked as fast as she could to her room, and changed into dress robes. Then, she hurriedly made her way to the Eastern Meeting Hall. As she walked into the room, Bellatrix Lestrange stood.

"Elizabeth, your choice of fashion astounds me. You look as if you were about to watch a Muggle execution."

"It is wonderful to see you as well, Mother. Please, sit." Elizabeth gestured to a chair. "For what do I have the pleasure of this visit, Mother?"

"Can't I just come to talk to you, daughter?"

"No. You always have something to say about business. So, what is it this time? Killed anyone lately? Or have you tortured someone to insanity? Which one, Mother?"

"I have not come all the way from Romania to listen to your sarcasm, child. I deserve and command your respect! By one way, or another, I will have it!"

"I do not think that someone who did not raise me; did not even write me a single letter, did not care to even ask about my health or welfare until you decided you would come, deserves my respect and loyalty!"

"Dear child, you have no choice. Imperio!" Bellatrix stood over her daughter, whose eyes had lost focus and glazed over. "Tell me that you respect me," the older woman sneered.

"I-I h-hate you." Bellatrix only smiled in response.

"Good. Hate leads to fear. Fear leads to respect, and respect leads to submission. I would consider you a fool if you did not hate me. Only fools love. In time, you will learn to obey me," Bellatrix paused, "The time has come, daughter, when you choose your alliance. Do you choose to join our cause? Or do you choose to dishonor and betray your family and ancestors?" Bellatrix jerked her wand upwards, and the spell was annulled.

"I choose to serve under your master."

"Good."

The door to the lavish room opened. Lord Voldemort walked in, wand at the ready. He glanced at Bella, and as if reading her mind, nodded and turned to Elizabeth.

"Do you, child, swear to obey my commands, remain faithful, and follow the way that Salazar Slytherin proposed over a thousand years ago?"

"I do."

"Very well. Give me your left arm." Elizabeth obeyed, putting forth her hand. Voldemort whispered something, and a green light flashed. Elizabeth winced as a searing pain aroused. Then, it was over. She looked at her arm, almost afraid of what she would see. Where there had just been pale, milky skin, there was now the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord dropped her arm and walked away. "I sense great potential in your child, Bella. She will be one of the greatest Death Eaters to come."

Elizabeth walked back into her room.

"Where the hell have you been?" Draco demanded of her with a frown.

"Riding a llama in Neverland. Where do you think? Bellatrix is here."

"Oh."

"Did-"

"Voldemort come and burn a hole in my arm?" Draco asked, mildly amused.

"Not my exact words, but you've got the basic gist of things. Shall I take that as a yes?"

Elizabeth looked into Draco's eyes. He looked tired; he had dark circles under his pale eyes. He nodded.

"Yes."