So I am going start in Bellatrix`s POV then switch, Thank you for the reviews and motivation!

BELLATRIX POV:

I knew that my daughter would be curious about her father but, I could not tell her the truth just yet. He wanted me to wait until she started her 7th year to tell her it was all planned out, until she was in 7th year she would believe Rodolphus was her father. She looked up at me with her beautiful smoky dark eyes and I lied.

"His name is Rodolphus, he loves you very much and wants to meet you soon, he told me that he wants to see you as soon as you a ready and that he has amazing Christmas gifts for you." I looked into her eyes and they lit up with joy as my heart ached knowing that I had just lied to my precious daughter.

"Really?! I want to know more!" She squealed in excitement. I could tell that she was happy because she was always the type that held her ground and maturity high.

"We have a manor together and he has been preparing it for when we get back." Suddenly her expression changed.

"Will I have to live with you and my father?" I was completely shocked by this question.

"Well eventually yes, but your father, myself, and your aunt and uncle have decided that instead of making you suddenly move you will come visit us for periods of time so you can adjust." I said laying my hand on her head.

"Oh okay."

"What is wrong darling?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just that I have lived in Malfoy Manor all my life, and I shall miss it." she said as tears started to be created in her eyes.

"Darling, it is Christmas Eve do not cry, Cissy and Lucius said you could come visit any time and don't worry you will love life living at Lestrange Manor, I promise." I said reassuring my daughter.

"Mum, can I meet him tonight?" Asked my daughter as she stared into the fire.

"Are you ready?" I did not think my daughter was so brave and strong, nothing could put her down or stop her from doing what she aspired, it made me so proud.

"Yes." She simply replied.

"Okay, well lets get ready." She quickly got up and helped me to my feet.

"I shall be ready in 30 minutes." She said as she squirmed into her closet. I had decided to just stay in my outfit and lay by the crackling fire.

CAPELLA`S POV:

We were finally going to be a family! I thought to myself as I tried to gracefully run into my closet. This was an amazingly eventful way for me to end my year, I finally met my mother and now my father. I had to look my best for our meeting. I picked out a body hugging black dress that had lace sleeves and a pear of black high heeled booties that had diamond in-crested heels. I came out of my closet to see my mother still laying by the fire.

"Mum, should I wear make up or no make up?" I asked alarming her, She got up and walked over to me.

"Darling, you are beautiful no matter what, but I think no make up." She told me as she stroked my cheek.

"Okay thank you, now what should I do with my hair?" I questioned as I turned around to look at my reflection in a mirror.

"Would you mind if I did it?" Asked my mother as her reflection came into the mirror.

"Of course not mother! I would love it if you did my hair." I said. Finally when she was done I looked into the mirror to see that my mother had created a braided headband that was held together by a beautiful diamond studded snake pin. All of my curly hair had been tamed down so it was less frizzy and crazy.

"Thank you mum." I said swinging my arms around her, in a tight hug.

"Of course now lets go." She said as we walked into my non burning fire place. She grabbed my hand and in the other hand grabbed a handful of Flood Powder.

"Lestrange Manor!" She yelled clearly as we disappeared from Malfoy Manor.

We had appeared in a room which I assumed was a library. It was so large and magnificent. It was at least two stories high with 2 large magnificent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the fire place was burning a deep crimson color. There were two black leather couches sitting parallel from each other on opposite sides of the fire place, the walls were covered in bookshelves and there was one portrait above the fire place, it was of my mother when she was younger.

"Are my girls here?" I heard a deep voice say as it entered the library and there he was, my father.