Early Autumn. St Jerome's graveyard, Godric's Hallow, 1998.

It was a sunny day of September. Narcissa Malfoy was on her way to her friend. It was September 19th, 19 years after the death of Narcissa's beloved little friend. Narcissa was elder than Eleanor with 5 years, but when she first saw her at the Sorting Ceremony, she felt bewitched by her beauty, grace and uniqueness. It was hard for Narcissa to accept Eleanor's death as she was always very close to her little 'Fairy' as she liked to call her. Narcissa used to come every year on Eleanor's death and birthday anniversary at her grave and put on the cool stone of it a bouquet of fresh lilies-of-the-valley – the Fairy's favourite flowers.

"How are you, my dear Fairy?!...I'm here again with the beautiful lilies-of-the-valley!...I hope you are resting in peace!", said Narcissa standing in front of Eleanor's grave.

A breath of wind drove away the fallen leaves from the gravestone. Narcissa observed.

"You're probably sad about something…I have a motive to be sad too. I haven't seen Draco for some time; I miss him and I'm anxious, I just hope he avoids making mistakes…He fell in love with a girl. She is pretty and careful, but she is his cousin, they can't be together."

As Narcissa finished, a violent breath of wind overwhelmed her and the grave. The bouquet put by Narcissa on the gravestone was thrown far apart from it. Narcissa was looking with astonishment and fear. She ran away with tears in her eyes without observing the sign given by the Fairy.

From after a tree Bellatrix appeared. She looked on Eleanor's gravestone, on which was written with flames of fire:"BELLATRIX!".

"Oh, dear Fairy, are you saying that I'm guilty? But I know! And for what am I guilty?! For your daughter's hellish life? She will live it every moment! I am responsible for bringing hell in her life; she will pay for killing the man whom I loved the most!", said Bellatrix with a fiendish voice. She casted a spell and the gravestone with Eleanor's name was quickly covered with thorns. Then she left.

A little bouquet of fresh lilies-of-the-valley remained single on one of the graveyard's footpaths…

"You see, my heart turned into lilies,

I'll give you them when I will die;

I hope one day we both will breathe ease

And painless we will reborn to fly…"