As Bellatrix was getting ready, she had to look presentable for her master after all, her dark mark suddenly seared into her arm. Her eyes widened madly a sick smile dancing upon her lips, her heart was racing, this was all she had thought about since they were parted and now, after all this time, her only desire was being fulfilled. She moved her long sleeve up, away from her mark which was writhing madly on her flesh, she then licked it sickly and disapparated in a flash of black smoke.
She opened her eyes to find herself standing in the Malfoy's formal dining room, her eyes darted around frantically searching for the icy gaze she craved above all else. She saw the Malfoy's, Draco included and a few other death eaters, some she knew others she did not. It was hard to believe how long she had been locked away from the world. Then standing on the far side of the room she spotted him, her one and only master. Her large eyes caught his gaze and an evil smile painted across his face.
"My most loyal Bellatrix," he hissed his arms stretched out.
She could not believe this, her master had returned, and he called for her, and her alone. She knew that he must know how she longed for him, how faithful she had been to him all of these years.
"My Lord," she cried rushing over to him, instinctually bowing before him. Her eyes met his once more, the most evil of all smiles still plastered to his face.
"Come now Bella," he hissed his arms still outreached.
She could not believe what she was seeing, she had longed for his closeness for so long a desire that he had never indulged her. She stood slowly approaching her master taking care as to not overstep her boundaries. She wrapped her arms around his robbed figure moving closer as he placed his arms around her. Bellatrix had never been so happy in her entire life, she could not even fathom what was happening. She kept her eyes on him so she knew when to move away, for she was pretty sure that without that she would never let go of him. She stepped back, still almost in a state of shock, smiling up at her beloved master.
"Thank you, my Lord," she said quietly unaware that everyone was now staring at them.
The Dark Lord knew, though, he knew just about everything, to be frank. He raised his head, breaking eye contact with Bellatrix and looking up around the room.
"Shall we begin!" he hissed loudly so that everyone could here.
Voldemort took his seat at the head of the table, death eaters casually sitting down in various seats around the table. Bella looked almost nervously around, she had always been her master's right hand but was she still. As she began to stride over to the table, near where her sister sat with her family the Dark Lord looked up to her
"Bella," he said gesturing to the seat to his right. Her smile widened as she danced gleefully over to him and sat down.
Today was better than almost any dream she had ever had and while she would always crave more from her master, she was shocked at his rewarding behavior. Should she be, though? After all, she was his most loyal, even he had said so. She was exactly where she belonged, the right hand of the Dark Lord himself. She barely had time to glance around the large oak table before her master began to speak.
"My faithful servants," he began regally, "Today we are finally reunited with some of our most loyal death eaters. The death eaters who were not afraid to publicly swear allegiance to me and suffer for their services." He looked around the room, his eyes resting on Bellatrix for maybe a moment longer than they should have before looking out again over his followers. "Now that we are all back together and the fowl Potter boy is dead we can pick up where we left off so long ago." He paused only briefly before continuing, "I will be sending most of you out to help recruit more followers, as you can all see that our numbers are far lower than they were 13 years ago." He started naming off individual death eaters and giving them recruiting locations, most were the same as they had so long ago. "Draco and Severus I have a very important task for you both, you shall be briefed on this tomorrow."
Bellatrix stared wickedly across the table. Snape had been a traitor and Draco was only a boy! Surely she would do better. The thought only stayed in her mind for a moment, she knew better than to question the Dark Lord. She watched intently, waiting for her master to call on her services.
"I would like to Thank the Malfoy's for opening their home to us and taking care of you all last night," he said as Lucius bowed his head to his master, "Now that is all for today, you may leave!"
At his final words most began to disapparate, off to begin their various missions. Bellatrix looked up longingly at her master wondering what wonderful mission he had for his lieutenant. Before she dared to speak Voldemort looked down at her, the same sick smile on his face.
"My dearest Bellatrix, do not worry your sick little head, you will stay here and train. You have been caged for too long," he hissed.
Bella bowed her head, "As my Lord commands," her words almost seductive.
As she looked back at him she noticed his eyes were now on Narcissa as she moved over to her sister. Soon her hands were on Bellatrix's shoulders, her head bowing as she made eye contact with the Dark Lord.
"My Lord," she whispered submissively.
"Thank you for letting us use your house, please do pass this on to your husband," their master hissed.
"Yes my Lord, you are most welcome my Lord," Narcissa said her head bowed.
Bellatrix could not believe her sister was not more honored by this and before she could stop herself he words spilled out of her mouth.
"My Lord it is the greatest honor that you use our family's home, there is no higher pleasure." He words prideful, even though she had been away for many years this, after all, was her families.
"No higher pleasure," The Dark Lord said with a pause, "Bellatrix, this means a great deal, coming from you."
Bellatrix's heart flew, her master's words more than made up for the years she spent waiting for him.
"My Lord knows my words are always truthful," she purred to him.
He nodded his head at her "I must be off, I will see you all later," he hissed before disapparating.
Bellatrix's heart continued to pound madly in her chest, the smile unfading from her face. She had almost forgot that her sister was there until she heard her speak.
"Bella let's go get some breakfast. I'm sure you can hardly remember the last time you had a decent meal."
She looked up as her sister moved away from her, signaling that she was to follow her. She did, unaware of how hungry she actually was. Bellatrix thought very hard, trying to remember the last time she remembered eating but many of her memories before her capture were blurred and so very far away.
They arrived at the Malfoy's much smaller informal dining room, which was still large enough for nearly a dozen to sit around. Draco and his father sat at the head on the far side, Narcissa moving to sit next to her husband. Bella stuck close to her sister sitting next to her. Her eyes continued around the table seeing several faces she recognized but none that she could easily put a name to. The majority of her memories were still so hazy.
Thankfully breakfast was served before anyone had tried to speak to her, she still was not sure how well conversations would go at this particular point in time. She still needed time to adjust to life outside her cage. She ate with a fury that she had never experienced before, she had never been so hungry in all of her life. Shure, she was "fed" while in prison, but not properly and certainly nothing as wonderful as the Malfoy's house-elves cooked up. She ate until she could not swallow another bite, she looked over to her sister who simply smiled at her.