October 30th, 1981
Malfoy Manor
"State your purpose!" said the echoing voice.
"Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Meeting." The wrought-iron gates opened with a high screeching sound. Snow white peacocks pecked at the couples' ankles as they walked on the moonlit path towards the handsome black manor.
Bellatrix's heart was pounding. Three months. It had been three months since the last meeting. What had been causing the delay? With Lord Voldemort getting stronger and stronger, the Death Eaters had been holding more and more meetings in the past year. But was the break for?
When the two reached the door, Rodolphus held open the door for Bellatrix. She made no effort to thank him. After walking upstairs, Bellatrix felt her heart skip a beat after seeing the sight of the handsome man sitting at the front of a long, rectangular table.
"Bellatrix, Rodolphus. How lovely to see you. Sit down." The man said. His emerald green eyes sparkled from the light of the fireplace directly across from him. " Now, as I was saying, there is a prophecy. A prophecy made by dear Sybill Trelawney. It states that at the end of July, a child would be born with the power to defeat me."
Bellatrix gasped. The Dark Lord, defeated by a child?
"Yes, Bellatrix, this is a problem. indeed. However, these past few months I have been making a plan. You see, the prophecy refers to two families; The Longbottoms and the Potters. Thanks to our newcomer," Lord Voldemort nodded at Peter Pettigrew, who was shaking at the other end of the table. " I have access to the Potters' home."
"My Lord," said a Death Eater, "Who informed you of this prophecy? Are you sure it's an accurate source?"
"I assure you, Yaxley, I have used Legimancy on Severus and the prophecy is indeed accurate." Voldemort gave Yaxley a warning glare. "I will dispose of the Potter family tomorrow, and the Longbottoms on the first."
"M-my Lord, surely y-you don't wish to dispose of the whole Potter family, do you?" Snape said in a tone of panic.
"Fancy the mudblood, now Severus?" There were jeers of laughter along with scoffs, including Bellatrix's. "Surely you can find someone with purer blood, and I'm sure you will agree."
"Y-yes My Lord." Snape sank slightly in his seat.
"My Lord," Bellatrix spoke for the first time, "Will you be needing any assistance? I- And I'm sure Rodolphus and Rabastan as well- would be willing to assist you." Rodolphus gave Bellatrix a look between confusion and panic that said, "Why are you setting me up for this when you can certainly do it by yourself?"
Bellatrix ignored this look. I can't make it obvious that I love him… He doesn't seem to have love on his mind right now… Bellatrix thought sadly.
"I appreciate your concern, Bellatrix, but I don't believe I will be needing any assistance. Ah - but I suppose if you hear no word from me by the 1st, I suggest you come searching for me. That goes for all of you… Fear not, Bellatrix, I am not worried." Voldemort said after seeing Bellatrix's expression of panic. Her pale face turned pink. Rodolphus', however, turned red with fury.
After the meeting came to an end, the couple left the manor. The couple walked in silence for what seemed like a decade. Rodolphus finally spoke up.
"You don't really think he's going to fall, do you?"
"Of course not, Rodolphus. That's ridiculous…"
October 31st, 1981- 11:38 P.M.
Bellatrix was awoken by a surge of pain on her left forearm. Rodolphus awoke with a gasp as well.
"B-Bella? A-are you alright?" He stuttered.
Bellatrix did not answer. Shaking with fear, she slowly rolled up her left sleeve, revealing her throbbing Dark Mark.
The deep black color turned lighter. And lighter. For what seemed like ages, Bellatrix watched her Dark Mark turn into a pale grey color.
No… No…
The Dark Lord had fallen.