Bellatrix lay in her bed, embraced by the silent murmurs of her friends gossiping. It was almost midnight, but she couldn't sleep, so she decided to join in the gossip.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" she interrupted them halfway through what seemed like a very interesting conversation.

"About your sister and the Malfoy boy." The girl seemed slightly impatient at her ignorance.

Bellatrix had heard her sister mention the Malfoy boy before….what was his name? Oh, yes, Lucius.

"What about them?" she asked with genuine curiousity.

"Haven't you heard? Apparently, she said hi to him at the Three Broomsticks, and he threw a Butterbeer at her! So very rude, don't you think?"

Bellatrix burst out laughing. Her roommates stared at her with questioning looks.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, come on! Do you seriously believe that? You gossipers are just too gullible. I've heard the story from my sister herself, and its far less exaggerated than that!" Bellatrix explained.

"Really?" they all chorused, and leaned in to hear the truth.

"All he did was greet her rather solemnly, using the nickname that I gave her. And then before he could answer he just walked away. I can't believe people are gossiping about such a small thing!" Bellatrix exclaimed.

All the other girls whispered among themselves for awhile more, and then they were all fast asleep.

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Bellatrix was reading a book in the common room. There was no one there – everyone had gone to watch the Quidditch game. Just then, a boy descended the staircase. Lucius.

"Oh, hi there. You're Lucius, right?"

The boy studied her. "Do I know you?"

"Oh, I'm Bellatrix." Judging by the look of utter confusion on his face, she continued. "I'm Narcissa's sister."

"Oh! Now I remember you." His distracted eyes told her that he could still see the memory of their rather unpleasant first meeting.

"What's that?" she pointed at the tattoo.

Lucius scowled. He was tired of all this pretense. He just had to tell someone. He studied the innocent-looking young girl in front of him. She seemed like the harmless sort – just a girl wanting to hear a good story. He took a deep breath.

"I'm a Death Eater." He said in a half-jokingly tone.

Bellatrix stared back at him, with her mouth half open. Did she actually take his words as the truth? Just as Lucius thought she was going to freak out and run to tell a teacher, a smile formed on her face. The smile wasn't the happy type of smile – It was more of a smug and well….evil, smile.

"I knew it! I knew there was something different – no, evil, about you." Her words were fueled by confidence.

Panic rose in Lucius' chest. "So, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to run and tell somebody?" he smirked, but failed due to the genuine fear of being discovered.

"No, no, Lucius – you've misunderstood me. You see, I'm like you – evil."

Lucius interrupted her. "I'm not evil, you foolish – "

"It's alright, Lucius. You can admit it." Before he could interrupt again, she rushed to continue. "Isn't Cissy pretty, hmm? Her curls – much smoother than mine. Her cheeks – filled with such color. Mine? As pale as a full moon. Her eyes – bright and sparkling. And mine? Completely black, and much smaller. And what about her studies, huh? I study like crazy, while she just flips through her textbook, and guess what? She always gets straight A's, while I always get B's. I've endured all this hate for over 10 years now. It has turned me into a bad, bad person. I've been wearing a mask for so long – and now I can finally take it off, because of you. I want to let out this hate on other people. Teach me, Lucius. Teach me to be evil."

Lucius almost thought she was kidding. But judging at the seriousness in her eyes, he knew she wasn't. He could see where this was going. She wanted to team up with him. She wanted to be a Death Eater.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but you have gone absolutely crazy. Who would want to be a Death Eater?" he spit the words out, once again feeling sorry for himself.

"Me – I do, Lucius. I want to be a Death Eater. I've been training myself for years – When everyone was learning about helpful charms in Charms Class, I was learning how to perform the curses of torture and pain. I've read the whole series of, "Death Eaters and their Strategies: A Safety Manual" – and that's 38 books, by the way. Don't you think you could suggest me to the Dark Lord?" She stood up straighter, as if she was very proud of her "accomplishments".

"No." he stated sternly. "I will not teach you, and neither will I suggest you to the Dark Lord!"

He made his way out of the room, but scowled when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Oh, will you stop following me?" he almost begged.

"Nope. I won't stop bothering you until you bring me to the Dark Lord."

He tried to ignore her.

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It was the longest day that Lucius had ever lived through in his whole entire life. The whole day was filled with the footsteps and threats of Bellatrix Black. She followed him everywhere – she even waited outside the boys bathroom for him! She stalked him around corners and past the shelves in the library, she threatened him with harsh words, notes, and even a few small curses that Lucius had easily avoided. When the day finally ended, and when Lucius fell straight into the arms of sleep, Bellatrix popped up in his dreams. Ughh….the dream charm…

"You better take me to the Dark Lord, Lucius. Or I'll show this to the whole school!" she gestured to the blue journal that she was holding up. Lucius' diary.

Lucius' heart skipped a beat. He would be in so much trouble if Bellatrix showed that to the whole school….it held his darkest and most embarrassing secrets of all time.

There was only one thing that he could say. "You really are evil, Bellatrix Black."

She smirked. "Yes, I am. Thanks for the compliment." She gave him a sarcastic smile, showing her yellow teeth.

Yep, Narcissa is way prettier, Lucius confirmed in his head.

"Fine. I'll take you to the Dark Lord."

Bellatrix practically squealed with excitement.

"But I'm NOT going with you." He announced and gave her a magical map of The Dark Lord's whereabouts at any time.

"Suit yourself." She huffed and squealed with excitement again.

He escaped from her view while she was distracted with her newfound treasure.

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Oh Lord. What have I done? I am such an idiot. Narcissa will practically hate me when she finds out that I'm planning to take her own sister to see the Dark Lord…well, IF she finds out…oh, why did I listen to Bellatrix? I am such an idiotic fo –

"LUCIUS MALFOY, YOU DISGUST ME!" a girl's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Shit.

Not Narcissa.

"Listen, Cissy, I can explain. That sister of yours begged me and threatened me to bring her to the Dark Lord…I didn't want to let the whole school see my – "

"Wait a second – you're taking my sister to the Dark Lord? WHAT?"

"Huh? Isn't that why you're here? To kill me for doing that?" he was confused.

"Well, I was going to kill you, but not for that…it was because Alice thinks you told Frank to cheat on her…..wait – WHAT?" she repeated her little moment of shock.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Not now, of course. Just don't tell anyone."

She nodded eagerly, but looked unsure. "I promise."

"Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch, right under the hoops - tomorrow, at 7pm. Your sister's in danger. If you really want to help her, remember not to say a word about this to anyone. See you tomorrow, Cissy." He stopped for a brief smile before he darted away.

Narcissa's heart was still beating fast: she didn't know if it was from her sister's mysterious behavior, or the smile Lucius had just given her.