Whoops. It's been like three months since I updated. Sorry about that, I've been SUPER busy with school, dance, and just life in general. Anyways, I'm really hoping that I can start updating more regularly, because I'm going to stick this into my schedule. This chapter is going to have lines from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, so just a reminder, I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING. Everything that is her writing will be in italics.

Enjoy!

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Bellatrix finally began to hear voices.

"Ninety-seven," a female voice whispered.

"He's right down at the end. You can't see properly from here," another person, she assumed Potter, said. Bellatrix could hear his fear seeping into his voice, and she almost laughed. He was walking right into a trap.

"He should be near hear. Anywhere near, really close," Potter said, inching closer to where they hid.

As Potter reached where he thought Black was, one of the others said, "Harry, I don't think Sirius is here."

Bellatrix almost laughed out loud. Of course he wasn't here! Now, all they had to do was pounce. However, her thoughts were quickly interrupted. Now, she could see figures moving, and she was pretty sure that there were 6 people in all. 3 girls, 3 boys. Oh, this would be fun.

"Harry?" One boy called. "Have you seen this?"

Bellatrix saw, peeking towards the two boys, that the one who called to Harry was near one of the spheres. Then, the other boy said something that made her heart stop.

"It's got your name on it," the boy stammered. She watched eagerly, and with anticipation, watched Potter stare at the sphere with wonder.

"What is it?" the boy asked. "What's your name doing down here? I'm not here, none of the rest of us are here." He observed. Bellatrix craned her neck to see Potter stretch out his hand to grab it. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Lucius silently begin to walk towards him, obviously planning to ambush Potter once he grabbed it.

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," one of the girls said anxiously.

"Why not? It's something to do with me, isn't it?" Potter said.

"Don't, Harry," another boy, who looked like Frank Longbottom, said. Seeing him brought back memories. Memories of screaming, torture, and a strange exhilarated feeling rushed back to her, and she shook her head once, to clear it.

"It's got my name on it," Potter said. Then, his hand closed around the dusty sphere, and she heard Lucius say, "Very good Potter. Now, turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."

As she apparated behind him, she heard Lucius again, saying, "To me, Potter."

Bellatrix laughed, as she heard Potter ask, rather stupidly, "Where's Sirius?"

"The Dark Lord always knows!" She mocked him. Lucius joined in, telling him, "Always. Now, give me the prophecy."

Potter continued to hold onto the prophecy, saying, "I want to know where Sirius is!"

Bellatrix hid a snort, instead saying in a mocking tone, "I want to know where Sirius is," as they closed in on the children. She could not believe he had been stupid enough to actually still think that they had him.

"You've got him," Potter repeated staunchly, failing to hide his rising panic. "He's here. I know he is."

Bellatrix would have rolled on the floor laughing if she were a less dignified person. Didn't he understand the difference between life and a dream?

"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what is dweamed was twooo," she mocked him nastily. She already loathed this boy, and she had just met him. His pride and assumptions of how he would always be right would likely be his downfall. Her loathing only increased when he began to act as though he would fight them! A mere child, fight her? Ridiculous.

"Do you hear him? Do you HEAR him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!" She laughed.

"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do Bellatrix. He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy Potter," Lucius said in a dangerously soft voice.

Bellatrix was beginning to get bored with this. Potter was continuing to behave as though he was the one in control, though she sensed his control was slipping. She was also beginning to sense that Lucius's patience was wearing thin, and to be honest, so was hers. She heard Malfoy start threatening him while she began to observe the other children. She guessed that one of the boys was related to Frank Longbottom in some way, though she couldn't be sure, while the other boy had bright red hair. She snapped back to attention when she heard Potter say, "Go on, then."

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," Malfoy informed him.

"Yeah, right! I give you this prophecy, and you'll just let us skip on home, will you?" Potter laughed. Bellatrix's patience was gone. He had no right to be disrespectful. Of course that wasn't what would happen!

"Accio prophe-" she said at the same time as Potter said, "Protego!" Obviously, he was too smart for his own good. She would have to use other forms of persuasion.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter. Very well, then." She told him mockingly.

"I TOLD YOU NO! IF YOU SMASH IT!" Lucius yelled at her furiously. Bellatrix ignored him. He was not going to mess this up.

"You need more persuasion? Very well," she told Dolohov. "Take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it." She instructed, excitement filling her. He wouldn't be able to argue now.

"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," he told her. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

Bellatrix wanted to hit him so hard. How DARED HE! She said nothing though, just watching him.

"So, what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?" He asked her rudely.

Bellatrix was surprised. She would have thought he knew. Although, perhaps he was kidding.

"What kind of prophecy?!" Bellatrix repeated his own words. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting," He said, his eyes flicking back and forth nervously. He was cornered. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

Bellatrix was horrified. How could he, this filthy half blooded boy, speak the powerful Dark Lord's name?

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix hissed at him. He would pay for this.

"Yeah, yeah I've got no problem saying Voldemort." He said cooly.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You dare to speak his name with your lips, you filthy half blood!" She screamed at him.

"Did you know he's a half blood too Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a muggle, or has he been telling you lot he's pureblood?" Potter recklessly continued. She would not let him continue to lie about the Dark Lord this way. He couldn't be a half blood. He couldn't.

"STUPEF-" Bellatrix shouted, but Lucius managed to deflect the spell, breaking several of the orbs.

"DO NOT ATTACK!" Lucius yelled at her. "WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

But who cared about the prophecy? The Dark Lord had been insulted, and Lucius was just letting it go? How dared he.

"He dared-he dares-," she spat, unable to form a sentence, she was so angry.

"WAIT UNTIL WE HAVE THE PROPHECY!"

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over," Potter said, interrupting their argument.

"Don't play games with us Potter," Lucius warned him, his voice adopting his no-nonsense tone.

"I'm not playing games," Potter said. Bellatrix could sense that he was telling the truth. She couldn't believe that Dumbledore hadn't told him. Potter, Dumbledore's pet, didn't know?

Well? I'd really appreciate some reviews, if anyone is still reading this story, I know it's been a while.