A/N School is poo. In my opinion, I think there's a lot of dialogue in this chapter, especially towards the end. I hate too much dialogue. I'll try to work on that. I'm also hoping I'll be getting my chapters up faster. With school, it's extremely hard. I wrote most of the this during English class today during third period. If there are mistakes, please let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Narcissa Malfoy?"

"Narcissa Malfoy."

"But... Narcissa Malfoy?"

"Narcissa Malfoy."

"Nar-"

"For Christ's sake, we get the point!"

"That- Can't be Narcissa. This could be anyone with blonde hair. Dora, we don't even know who these people are."

"It has to be. I'm not completely sure, but I have a feeling the couple in the picture are related to mum in some way." She paused for a moment, scanning the picture for proof, "See! The woman," She said pointing to the thin-lipped woman, "She's the doppelgänger of Mrs. Malfoy."

"That means nothing, Dora. We don't the story. For all we know, she could be imperiused. Mad Eye has told us to.. Stay put. This is completely out of our hands."

She glared half-heartedly at him and dropped the picture on the coffee table in front of them.

"You're just upset because you didn't notice anything, am I right?"

She sighed dramatically and nodded, staring out the window as if it would give her the answer.

"Pass the toast, Draco."

"Yes mother." Grabbing the handle of the bread basket, he lifted it slowly, so as not to brush his elbow against the jam.

"Son!" Draco jumped in surprise, throwing the basket in the air. After a moment of being airborne, the basket fell to the floor, bread spilling out of it.

"Pity," Bellatrix poured, staring at the bread with watery eyes, "I wanted some of that."

"What a shame," Lucius said from the doorway. "If you would like some of the toast then pick it up, Bella." He smiled smugly.

She stared blankly for a moment, then turned to her husband. "Rod, will you get it for me, please?" She whined, jutting out her bottom lip in a most unattractive way. Taking in his appearance, she frowned. His hair was most unusually untidy, face was unshaven, shirt was untucked, a bit of fluff was stuck in his beard, and he was holding a glass of rum in his left hand. "You don't mean to tell me," She warned, "That you're already drinking this morning?"

"Want some?" He offered, smiling obliviously, before taking another swig of his drink. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and stood up from the table to grab a piece of toast.

"Stupid Potter. Just had to get rid of that fucking house elf, didn't he?" She muttered quite loudly.

Lucius sneered and leaned against the wall. "I would like to introduce you all to Vulpus Burke, Head of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic."

Bellatrix's first impression was that that the man was singularly handsome; her second was that there was an original, almost bizarre quality about his face. He was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white, but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night. His eyes, too, were black and very bright. He had high cheekbones, a sharp-cut nose, a spare, dark face, the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat.

"Mr. Malfoy, it is a pleasure to be in your home as always," He said, putting particular emphasis on the S. "And young Mr. Malfoy as well, how good to see you again." He said, nodding in Draco's direction. Nodding dumbly, he found a particular interest in his shoes. "Mrs. Malfoy, you look ravishing, I must say." Narcissa blushed and examined her finger nails in embarrassment.

"Ah Madame Lestrange, I've heard so much about you."

She smiled wickedly, "All good, I hope?"

"Unlikely." Rodolphus scoffed, holding out a rum bottle. "Kind sir, would you like some rum? Good for your eyes, you know." Bellatrix snarled, grabbing the bottle from his hands and smashing it to the ground. Glass shattered as the brownish liquid poured over the ground.

"No Rod. He would not like any of your rum."

"Dearie me," Vulpus chuckled. "Haven't been here for five minutes and half your breakfast has ended up on the floor."

"It's quite alright, Vulpus," Narcissa smiled brightly, scourgifying her dining room floor. "It's always like this around here."

"It is?" Draco muttered under his breath.

"Apparently so," Andromeda spoke for the first time that morning.

"My rum is gone," Rodolphus said monotonously, "Bella, that was a waste of perfectly good rum." He said calmly, standing up and pointing where the puddle of liquid once was.

"Rod, try not to be so dramatic. I know for a fact that you have an entire selection of different rums under our bed." Bellatrix scolded, taking a seat across from Andromeda.

Lucius cleared bus throat awkwardly, "Yes, very well. Vulpus, we should be going."

"Bella, do not eat that bread. Merlin knows what has been exposed to this floor, with the meetings held here and all." Narcissa said worriedly.

"What's a little Muggle blood gonna do to me anyway?" She said, raising the bread to her open mouth. Andromeda batted it away with the ease, her eyes never leaving Bellatrix's face. "Andy! Why did you do that!" She shouted, eyes gleaming with madness.

Reaching across the table, she grabbed Draco's untouched toast and threw it towards Bella. "Here," She said tiredly, "Take that."

"This isn't my jam!" She whined, "Strawberry... Disgusting. Cissy, isn't this a Muggle flavor?"

"It's Draco's favorite kind." She smiled adoringly, stroking his hair with her fingers. Draco pouted and stared longingly at his half-devoured piece of toast. "I want toast."

"Go ask the house elves, Draco. They'll get you a nice warm batch." Narcissa sighed.

Draco stood wordlessly from the table, making sure to glare at both of his aunts before leaving the room. "Charming, isn't he?" Andromeda said sarcastically. Bellatrix cackled with glee as Narcissa hit Andromeda repeatedly with a salt shaker.

"Leave poor Draco alone." She pouted.

"Burke's a vampire." Rodolphus spoke, staring into a glass of newly poured rum.

"No he's not." Bellatrix frowned, staring at the now empty threshold.

"Yes he is," Rodolphus lifted his bony pointer finger towards her face, "I know these things. Besides, he had a blood pop slipping out of his pocket!"

"He could just be a sick fuck. You don't know anything, Rod."

"Lies. We went to school with his son, Bells. Remember Alphard?"

She frowned for a moment, staring blankly at him.

"He was in my year." Andromeda spoke up, staring at Rodolphus.

"Yes, Alphard Burke? Friends with Malfoy? They were inseparable?"

"Ah! The fat kid whose stomach I sliced open, yes?" Bellatrix cackled.

"He was rather... Heavy, yes. Always had been." Narcissa said.

"Well, his father is a vampire."

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

"I know these things." He said, creepily moving his fingers while making ghost noises.

Bellatrix blinked dumbly, and turned to face Andromeda. "Anyways, mother and father thought it'd be a good idea for a visit. We'll go after breakfast, yes?"

Bellatrix sighed and kicked Andromeda under the table.

"Ouch! What was that for?" She said, clutching her injured leg.

"Was bored." She shrugged.

"Why don't we just use a portkey?" Narcissa said hopefully, glaring at her bickering elder sisters.

"That means walking. I don't walk." Bellatrix crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly.

"We'll take a portkey then. Bella, we're only walking from our front yard to the door." Narcissa argued. "I'll run upstairs and make one real quick. " She said, rushing up her spiral staircase.

Andromeda and Bellatrix stared at each other for awhile, never breaking eye contact. Bellatrix was taking her appearance in. Her sister hasn't changed much besides the few laugh lines beginning to form on the sides of her lips. Her hair looked as if it was charmed a shade lighter, so as not to be confused with her own coal black hair. "How are you settling in?" She asked quietly. "Everything okay?"

"A little rough. I didn't leave in the most graceful of ways." She shrugged.

A moment of silence fell over them. Still staring at each other's eyes, not really knowing what to say to the another.

"Things aren't all happy and dandy between us, if that's what you think, Andy."

Andromeda frowned, looking up at her sister questioningly.

"I understand your reasoning. I know you couldn't tell us, but I don't feel as if I can forgive you just yet. You understand that, don't you?"

She nodded, "Bella can I... Tell you something?" She said, sounding worried. Bellatrix frowned.

"Of course."

"Dora," She gulped audibly. "There's a chance she's not Rabastan's." She said sounding fearful of her sister's reaction.

Silence again resounded in the large foyer.

"She may be... His?"

Andromeda nodded, breaking eye contact from her sister. "I don't know for sure."

Bellatrix nodded, as if accepting the answer. "Who knows?"

"Just you. You're the only one I told."

She said, making eye contact with her sister again. Bellatrix's eyes considerably softened, looking questioningly up at her sister.

"Here it is!" Narcissa burst in the room, causing the sisters to break eye contact. "Take hold of the hairbrush."

Grabbing the hairbrush, Bellatrix felt the familiar pull in her navel as she felt herself disappear from the spot.

Landing gracefully on green grass, Bellatrix glanced up at her childhood home. Her eyes widened in shock. The house was in absolute shambles. Debris flew in every direction, a wing of the house was completely destroyed, the roof was up in flames, and her mother was sobbing on her knees clutching a man's body.

Andromeda saw a man out of the corner of her eye in Auror robes. She turned to see Dennis smirking in the direction of Cygnus's dead body.