Draco rubbed his eyes as he padded into the kitchen.

'Aunty Bella. Can you make me some toast please?' he asked with his eyes practically shut as he sat at the kitchen table only vaguely aware his aunt was cooking from the awful smell that was coming from the oven.

'Yes Draco. I can. You know why I can? Do you Draco? Do you? Do you know why? Its because I am your Aunty Bellatrix and I love you very, very much' After giving him a hug from behind, kissing his cheek, ruffling his hair and squealing, Bellatrix went back to her cooking.

Draco looked black for a second.

'Aunty Bella. You haven't taken your pills have you?' Bellatrix turned to Draco with a touched expression on her face.

'Draco! Darling! Deary! You are SO sweet sometimes! You know your ol' Aunty so well! I know it's hard to tell when I haven't taken them, there isn't much difference but you can tell Draco. Darling. Deary. Only you! I was talking to the big V this morning and I don't think he even suspected a thing. I think it means I am getting better Draco. Doesn't it. Draco. Doesn't it' Draco tried to think of the correct reply to that, then decided there wasn't one.

'Uh huh. You know, I think I'll make that toast myself.'

Lord Voldemort entered the kitchen and stopped abruptly. Bellatrix was bustling around holding something that very much resembled road kill and singing 'Where is my mind'. Badly.

'Ah! V! Just in time. Dinner is nearly ready'

'Bella. You've only been cooking for twenty minutes. You can't cook a roast dinner in twenty minutes. Plus, its only 10 o'clock. That's not dinner' Bellatrix smiled proudly.

'Well. You see, I thought if it took two hours at 180°c then it would be a lot quicker at 800°c! So I got Draco to work it out for me! Praise me My Lord! Praise me! My Lord!'Voldemort looked at the thing in her hands that was now violently smoking. It all made sense now.

'So Bella. Let me get this right' he said slowly. 'You cooked out dinner - MY dinner- at 800° for twenty minutes'

'then scrapped off the black bits. Yes.' Bellatrix confirmed with a nod.

The Dark Lord turned away from a pleased Bellatrix to Draco with a frown on his face.

'Draco. Shout for your father. I need the take out menus. I am thinking Pizza' Draco nodded instantly.

'FATHER! BRING THE MENUS! AUNTY BELLA HAS BEEN COOKING!'

Bellatrix looked from Draco who had returned to 'sullen teenager' mode, to Voldemort.

'If I didn't know better, I would say that you despised my cooking and you thought that I was a waste of space in the kitchen who should never be allowed near food. Is that what you think My Lord? Is it? Do you think that My Lord? Do you? Is that what you think?' she asked sadly.

'Yes Bella. That is exactly what I think. But it's ok because you perform a good Cruciatus so you can stay around'

Bellatrix looked a little stunned as she watched Voldemort leave the room.

'Right then. I'll set up a dinner party for him! I'll show him that I am a domestic goddess!!'