She submerged herself in the silvery liquid once more, right down as her sister scrubbed hard at her legs, cleaning them of the dirt. Unicorn's blood; said to rejuvenate even the most horrifying of accidents. Bellatrix sat up in the hot blood, the silvery liquid stuck to her suddenly smooth and soft skin. Narcissa didn't say a word to her eldest sister. She was concentrating on getting her clean and looking good whereas Bellatrix was more interested in getting to her master.
"Are you quite done?" she hissed at her younger sister who was rubbing the sponge once more along Bellatrix's now wet, smooth and long legs.
"It took me three hours to fill this bath; the least you could do is let me have my way!" Narcissa cut in shrilly, making Bellatrix roll her eyes. Soaking wet and covered in the silvery liquid, Bellatrix looked down at her hands. Just hours ago, she had looked at her skeletal hands, now she was looking at slender –albeit thin, fingers, and though they were still long, her now smooth nails.

Finally, Narcissa was done. She looked at herself after her hair had dried, incredible, what the blood of the unicorn could do. She had been filthy before the bath, her face had looked hollow and gaunt, and her hair tangled and thin, but now, she almost looked herself again. Her lips were once more full, smooth and dark coloured, her skin a smooth and soft glow, her hair was wavy and full, her eyes dark still but not as cold, and though the blood couldn't restore her corpse-like body completely and she was a little on the unfit for anything strenuous side, she'd now got her slender but well curved figure back.

The blood was cooling when she was finally let out, her husband was next. Rodolphus had of course, gone in with her, and was in no mood to be talked to. Easily angered, the man was shouting hoarsely at Lucius for clearly doing something he shouldn't have.
"Useless prat!" she heard him bellow, before slamming the door behind him. His temper was high, his blood boiling, and he too almost looked himself again. She watched him as he walked in, now sitting at the end of the bed, wrapped in towels, her hair dripping with the silver blood. She watched him, he said nothing to her, clearly he'd already bathed, he was looking nice, shaven, and his hair was combed back and cut to its normal length. But what was normal? She didn't know any more. He said nothing to her but she watched him. She was scared to sleep, but she knew she had no choice.
He lay back, she again said nothing, but they remained in silence. The bed felt almost alien to the touch, so soft and warm, it made her skin come up in goose-flesh as she joined him after she had dried herself off completely.

They lay facing one another for hours, awake though exhausted.
"I want to go home." She said finally, breaking the silence of their bedroom.
His hand placed lightly on her waist, before he pulled her closer, their contact was something they had in Azkaban, they shared a cell, watched each other rot, and in that way she loved him, he'd seen her through the most difficult point of her life and she had seen him. They were still young together in their minds, still teenagers fooling around and still the best friends who loved one another like no other.
"Then let's leave," he said, releasing his hold when she sat up, "We don't have to wait until morning. Let's leave."
She said nothing, but his sitting –and letting out the slightest of groans as he did so, was enough to tell her he was being serious. They had no clothes to wear; Narcissa had given Bellatrix something of hers, and Rodolphus had something of Lucius'.

They were quick to dress, desperate to get out, desperate to leave. They needed to be themselves, not what they were sought out to be.
Rodolphus was first to offer his hand to his wife, holding it out for her to take.
"Home. Our home." He murmured as she took his hand, his fingers gripping her tightly.

Their manor looked cold, dark and destroyed. As they walked in, they found no presence. The ministry had raided the house, everything was wrecked. They stood in the parlour, not quite getting the strength to let go of one another yet.
A breath of a curse and Rodolphus had dropped his wife's hand. He sighed lowly, how they got in, he had no idea. They had no wands, both of them were too weak to use wandless magic, and instead, they made their way up to their bedroom. The route, they knew, remembered well. The manor was cold, freezing almost, and both of them knew it wasn't safe. Perhaps something had come to alert the ministry. They must have known they would try, surely.

Digging through their things, they found old wands that had been locked away for years. Rodolphus had safely stored them away. It hadn't taken long before their home was protected, it hadn't taken long to protect, the darkest magic they knew and they remembered.
Exhausted by the time they were done, both dropped onto the large marble staircase, they were too withered to try anything else tonight.
"Perhaps we should sleep." Rodolphus said breathlessly, picking up the dropped wand once more.
"Not yet," Bellatrix murmured, her eyes dropping slightly though she mentally forced herself to remain awake by standing once more, "I want the house back to normal."
Picking up a broken picture and flicking his wand lightly at it, Rodolphus placed the picture –which happened to be their wedding picture, back on the surface and stood, "You'll exhaust yourself."
She turned, a silent notion that she didn't care made her husband pause and nod, he understood, of course he did because he felt the same, she was scared to sleep.
Walking around the house, they silently murmured spells, fixing everything that needed to be fixed and changing everything back to normal once more, until the house was warm with light and the fireplace burning and crackling hotly in their living and dining room. The kitchen clean, neither of them were hardly able to stand, yet they didn't complain. The manor was lit and it hurt their eyes. Neither had seen a fire in ten years. The warmth and glow of it was mesmerising. Sitting back on the leather seats but then sinking to the floor in their large living room on the rug, Bellatrix watched the fire, her clothes had changed using a simple spell, and she was now in her silk emerald green night gown, Rodolphus in simple trousers and a loose shirt.

They sat together for a long time, just watching the fire; she played absentmindedly with his hand. Her fingers curled into his, twisting around his fingers lightly, sometimes her nails would dig in, but he didn't mind. It wasn't a long time before they went to bed, they were starving, but they had learnt to deal with that. Everything else could be sorted in the morning, but now, the nightmares were to come.