"Begin."

Bellatrix immediately sends a barrage of spells hurling towards Isabella. Isabella, expecting this, blocks them and dodges them. Staying light on her feet, as much as one can in heels, she takes a defensive stance, standing up to all of Bellatrix's spells. Bellatrix cackles and continues to fire offensive spell after offensive spell at Isabella. Isabella kicks off her shoes, earning some laughs from those watching but she pays them no mind. "Oh come on little bird! Are you going to dance around the whole time?" Bellatrix taunts the young witch, grinning from ear to ear and she fires a spell.

"Nope. Only long enough to learn your patterns." With that, Isabella advances, firing a curse at Bellatrix without uttering a word. She'd gotten quite good at wordless magic over the past two years at school. The spell catches Bellatrix by surprise and almost causes her to drop her wand. Isabella fires a few more spells while dodging the spells Bellatrix casts. As Bellatrix continues to get more turned around, she becomes more erratic. Exactly what Isabella was counting on. "See, your issue is that you rely too much on being explosive. This means that you become inaccurate."

"Why you little!" Bellatrix catches Isabella by surprise and slices her arm open. Isabella cries out in pain and barely manages to dodge the next spell. "How is that for inaccurate, you little freak!"

"Not bad but you still lack something." Isabella taunts back, rolling to dodge Bellatrix's Cruciartus curse.

"And what's that you little bitch?"

"Creativity!" Summoning all her magic, knowing she probably only has a little bit left in her, she summons a large flock of birds and commands them to attack Bellatrix. Bellatrix shrieks and throws up her arms. While essentially blinded by them, Isabella sneaks up behind her and fires a disarming spell at her back. Bellatrix's wand flies through the air and Isabella jumps to catch it, her chest heaving with effort. The birds clear and Bellatrix turns to face the younger witch, her face absolutely red and her arms scratched bloody.

"Give me my wand!" Bellatrix pulls a knife from a hidden spot on her ankle and charges Isabella, shrieking as she tackles the young girl to the ground. "You little bitch!"

"Bellatrix, enough." Voldemort hisses out, lowering the protective bubble. Bellatrix looks up at her lord, her chest heaving in frustration.

"My Lord, she took my-"

"What she did is beat you fair and square, Aunt." Draco drawls, smirking as he walks forward. "Now I suggest you listen to our Lord." Bellatrix glares at her nephew, snatches her wand from Isabella's hand, and climbs off the young girl. Isabella pushes herself to an upright position, wincing as the full pain in her arm hits her like a train. Draco and Blaise come forward and help her up, Draco supporting her once she is up.

Voldemort looks at the young girl with a smile that was even more chilling than his smirk. "You are the perfect candidate for this. You have proven yourself to be skilled and worthy of our Slytherin blood." Isabella sways slightly as she continues to bleed from her arm, the blood staining the ripped fabric of the dress she wore. "My task for you is quite simple, one that most women would fight for, simple creatures that they can be." The older men gathered smirk and Voldemort continued, "you will be treated with respect and treated well. You will even be pampered occasionally. All you must do is follow a simple directive."

"I won't kill anyone. Even if you threaten to kill me." Isabella spits out, shaking from head to toe. Voldemort smirks at her and laughs humorlessly, a cold and dry sound.

"No, you will be doing the exact opposite. You will be the first to welcome in the next generation." He walks away from her, walking around the group, "we face a crisis my friends. We have nearly been overrun. Every year our population drops. Squibs are becoming a more common occurrence. We must act quickly and with precision. It has been proven that magical blood brings forth more magical blood, given the proper circumstances. Soon, I will be announcing a marriage act. Every pureblood and half blood will be matched with another. They will marry and bring forth more beings with magical skills into the world. You, Regina, will be the first." Isabella's jaw drops and she rights herself, shoving Draco's hand off of her. "Now, now. Don't start rebelling now."

"I won't do it. You can't force me to- Ah!" Isabella crumples in pain, her entire body feeling as though it was on fire. Every nerve ending burns and she thrashes about on the floor, her screams echoing off the side of the Manor as Voldemort stands over her, smiling practically ear to ear. It only lasts about twenty seconds, but to Isabella it drags on and on before he finally releases her.

"You will do as I command, Regina. You will bear a pureblood's heir. Multiple, if I see fit." Isabella, her entire body aching with the aftershock, uses her arm to push herself into a sitting position. "Now, who you will marry remains to be seen. Until I decide, you will stay here as a guest of the Malfoys. But do not take this kindness for granted. I will not be afraid to remind you of your place and I am sure that Lucius will not hesitate to do it either." Emerald eyes meet scarlet and Isabella clamps her mouth shut, knowing it was smarter not to say anything. He was trying to get another reaction out of her, loving the pain he put her in. "You three, young Malfoy, Nott, and Zabini. You are the final three. It will be one of you that marries young Regina. Perform well, and you will earn this honor." The three young men bow to him, all muttering that they wouldn't let him down. "Now, I must go. I will be in contact soon." The group bows and Voldemort disapparates, leaving them all there.

Draco bends down and offers Isabella his hand but she shoves it away, grabs her wand, and stands up on her own, her knees threatening to give out any second. Narcissa excuses them both, putting a hand on her back and guiding her inside the house. Numbly, Isabella allows it to happen. Soon enough, they are in the bedroom and Narcissa guides her to the bed where they sit, Isabella staring at the floor and Narcissa watching the young witch closely. Isabella clings to her wand as tight as possible, not wanting to feel the sense of powerlessness she felt before.

"I am sorry that my sister cut you. Allow me to heal it." Narcissa finally says after a minute, trying to take Isabella's arm into her lap. Isabella rips her arm away, folding it against her body. "I know that you are upset now but I promise you that this will not be a bad thing. You will live a nice life, even a pampered one, so long as-"

"So long as I give up my freedom of choice and allow myself to be used as a breeding ground for the next generation of pureblood supermesists." Isabella says, her voice raw with emotion. "I won't do it.. I won't." She stands up, holding her wand to her throat. She knew a simple slicing charm that would make all of this stop. Narcissa stands up and holds her hands up, showing her that she wasn't going to grab for her.

"You know, I was once like you. Young, full of hope for the world. I was against marrying Lucius at first. We went to school together and were both members of pureblood high society, and believed the same things. But I was against it at first. And then I got to know him, the true him. Not the facade he put up. And, simple as it may seem, I fell in love. After many difficulties, we had Draco and fell in love with him and each other, all over again. I will do a lot for my family, Miss Green. I will do anything to protect them." Faster than a snake, Narcissa leaps and grabs the wand, ripping it away from Isabella and making it disappear with a wave of her hand. "I do not wish to harm you, as I have said you are a guest here at the Manor. But keep this in mind." Narcissa steps up so she's looking down at Isabella, her eyes cold and calculated. "I will not let anyone, not even the relatives of our Dark Lord, put my family at risk. Do you understand?"

Isabella stares back into Narcissa's blue eyes and can tell that she was completely serious. "I understand."

"Good." Narcissa steps back and straightens her dress, brushing invisible lint from it. "Now, you have had a long day and I am sure you are tired. Lelay!" With a snap, the small elf appears and bows low. "Please heal Miss Green and help her into bed. Give her a small dose of blood replenishing potion and a dreamless sleep potion. Miss Green, I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast. Eight am, sharp." With a nod, Narcissa walks out of the room and shuts the door, locking it behind her.

"Come, Miss needs a bath!" With that, Lelay trots off into the bathroom and starts the water. Her entire body aching, Isabella follows suit.

(I know Bellatrix is a powerful duelist, but for this story she's going to be slightly unhinged and less powerful, at least during this part. The reason will be explained later in the story.)