"You," hissed Narcissa, not caring that she was facing the most evil face of the decade. He smiled, his face carelessly handsome. He reminded her of Sirius, and he seemed to recognize this flicker in her mind. Why did her cousin always seem to enter her mind at inappropiate times?
"Sirius?" His smile was not encouraging. His dark eyes seemed to flash scarlet as she attempted to block him out, but he had to remember himself, and where he was. He couldn't upset dear Bellatrix, could he? No, no. He must tread carefully upon this limited hospitality; and he took Narcissa's hand. His own hand was ice cold; it seemed like no blood rushed through his veins at all. It was as if his blood stream had been paused, and he was living in an outer shell of non existance. He brushed his lips against her hand, which gave a slight involuntary twitch as she debated about pulling away. He continued to smile, as he straightened up.
"Why are you scared of me so, Narcissa?"
She did not answer, her heart racing faster and faster. She could not tear her eyes away from his striking yet somewhat hypnotising brown ones, it was if he had a sort of power-hold over her. Which of course, he did. He had not expected her to reply.
"Bellatrix," he addressed the dark haired witch with some consideration, his eyes boring into her dilated ones, "Would it be so much trouble to ask you to find Narcissa and I a room which will remain undisturbed; I want to talk to your sister and only her." Bellatrix's chest heaved as he addressed her directly, her eyes glittering. She nodded, and led them both to the second living room, and left quickly, her skirt twirling as she did. Voldemort indicated the two sofas, and he sat on the one nearest the window. Narcissa hesitantly sat on the one opposite him. He did not address her for some time; he was just watching her. She felt unable to break eye-contact, and so she stared back.

"Your sister tells me you were not interested in joining my group of friends-"
"Friends? Sorry, Voldemort - I was under the impression they were your dogsbodys."
His eyes flashed scarlet, and she was silenced.
"Your opinion is appriceated," he said coldly, "but not necessary. But, nevertheless, you were not interested in joining when I was looking for recruitments - this caused me to wonder why. You seem a smart, clever girl, Narcissa, but your sister tells me something dissapointing. You are related to Sirius Black, am I correct?"
She scowled.
"Do not scowl, girl, it is most unbecoming. Your cousin, Sirius Black, is not only a dissapointment to the pureblood regime - but I am prepared to say he was more of a dissapointment than his brother, Regulus-"
Her grip around the arm of the couch tightened, her face contorted with pain and misery.

"And, I have reason to believe, girl, that you are comminucating with him on a regular basis? You are comminucating with a blood traitor, and as for his friends," he paused to give a somewhat scornful laugh, "they are not much better. The Werewolf, so troubled with his affliction, his mind doubting you almost every moment of the day, the small, fat boy, so hesitant towards all of you, the Potter boy, so unknowing towards were his fate lies ... and you wish to go the same way as them?"
Her eyes bored into his now, and she dared to speak. "This week has been tear stained and imperfect."
"And since when is life perfect?" He leant forward, his fingertips pressed closely together, as if in prayer, "I'm correct to say it isn't. You think you're hard-done to girl? Think again."
Narcissa couldn't cry. The tears collected within her eye sockets, but never showed themselves to her retinas. His expression, was for a moment, almost of pity.

"Your friends, cousin and afflicted boyfriend," the words came out harsher than he had intended them to, his eyes darkening, "are causing you pain, if unintentional." He looked into her mind, as if opening doors to her brain. She felt him intruding; but felt too weak to stop him. "The Werewolf, uncertain of his love for you, the Potter boy, curious as to how loyal you truely are, Pettigrew, secretly terrified of you, and your cousin ..." he paused, wondering whether or not to relay this information. Her attention had pricked up now, just by a slight movement closer to him. "Your cousin loves you more than he has loved anybody. But he is impure, and should you go that way, you will be impure too."
"You think I care about being impure?" Her voice broke. His smile grew.
"Yes, Narcissa, I do. Because if you didn't, you would not be trying to prove yourself to me right now." He leaned back on the couch, his right hand scratching the back of his neck as if lost in thought. He stopped, then looked at her again. "Narcissa," he said softly, "it is your destiny to join us."
"No, it's not. This heart is were I truely lie."
"Is that so?" his face contorted, anger over-came him. "Perhaps you are not destined to be a Death Eater, but you are destined to keep your loyalties lying with us."
She stood up, her eyes now spilling the tears she had been holding back. "I shall think about it." The lie was obvious, but he seemed to believe it.
"Good girl," he cooed, standing up now. His cold hand traced her cheek and she shuddered. He headed to the door, but paused. "And - as for Sirius Black," his eyes seemed to glitter, "Despite his love for you ... I would not suggest following it up. Goodbye, Narcissa."

And with that, he vanished.