AN: Someone brought up the nasty cliffhanger in September 2000, don't worry it'll explained. It's the problem with a non-linear timeline...

Chapter 7: April 2004

'Looks like that thing isn't dead.' Quiet she is not a thing!

'Make her scream, kill her.'

Bellatrix had not been able to get the girl out of her mind. It was the first time she had seen the little one since she left her. It seemed like Potter's muggle-born friend had taken her in. 'What an insult to the child, dying would be better than being raised by a mudblood.' No, the muggle-born can take better care of her than I could!

Bellatrix would like to meet her. 'Kill her, kill her!' She wished she could have raised her, giving her the love she never had from her parents. But she feared the voices, feared what they would do to her little one. Bella put her hands to her face. I don't even know her name.

The whole afternoon, she debated whether or not she should try to go see her. If she went, she would get to meet her daughter, but the voices would try to make her kill the little one. If she didn't go, she didn't get to meet her daughter, she'd be safe…but the voices would probably try to make her go and kill her.

Giving in, she decided to go to the younger witch's house, hoping she would be let in. Just once. As she prepared to leave, she spotted her dagger, the same one she had used to torture her daughter's mother. 'Take it…' No. 'Take it!' She quickly lost the battle within herself and grabbed the knife.

It was hard to find Granger's house in muggle London. She arrived just as they went in the house, it seemed they had been running, what for Bellatrix didn't know. It took a while for her to knock on the door. The voices told her to go through the upstairs window to kill the girl, and if she had time to kill her mother as well. She paced frantically, the neighbours weren't close, she could do it unseen. But the love for the child she never met won out in the end, she buried the knife next to a tree. Nearing the house, she decided to lose her wand as well, tossing it into the bushes, she could summon it later. She was skilled in wandless magic, but it would be less of a struggle when she must counter the voices in her head.

She strode confidently to the house, her mask in place, the voices make her sneer as she neared the door. Then Bellatrix realized that if she truly wants to see her daughter, her real self must come through. It wasn't easy to pull Bella out from beneath the voices. She pulled at her hair in an attempt to weaken them. Right now Bella was weak, shy, frightened, uncertain, and the voices refused to let the weakness come out. But Bella knew that Granger will not let Bellatrix Lestrange see the girl, she must get Bellatrix Black to the surface.

Bellatrix sat down in the front yard and started the quieting spells. The spells were long and the voices screamed louder during the spell, knowing they were being locked up. To try to break their hold, Bella thought of the people she cared about, Cissy, Andy and now her girl. It worked. The voices were reduced to whispers. While she had never succeeded in locking them up completely, whispers were easier to deal with.

She headed to the door, she raised her hand to knock and lost courage. Taking a deep breath, she managed a shy knock, when there was no answer, she weakly knocked again, the voices were whispering to her: 'She won't let you in…'

But she did. Before she knew it, she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea with the muggle-born. Granger was studying her intently. Uncomfortable she straightened and her features hardened, and relaxed again, trying to find the balance between Bellatrix Black's two extremes. Not Lestrange, but Black, even without the voices she could be hard.

That was when she saw her, standing there wide-eyed in a white nightdress with her curly black hair in a mess and the same bunny in her arms. She walked up to her mother and made a small series of hand gestures. These must have meant something as Granger answered with a series of her own, she picked the girl up and put her on her lap. This time she spoke with the hand gestures. "This is Bellatrix, one of mommy's friends." Bella noted that the girl looked at the moving hands in front of her instead of her mother's face.

In response, Bellatrix nodded and said; "Yes, I'm mommy's friend. Though we haven't seen each other in a long time. What's your name?" The little girl looked at her confused. Her mother tapped her shoulder to get her attention and again made a series of hand gestures. The child looked at her again and with her right hand made some more gestures and this time her mother translated for Bellatrix; "K-I-S-S-A-R-A"

"Kissara?" Hermione nodded. "Why do you use your hands to speak?" She asked the girl.

This time the girl put her index on her cheek near her ear and slid it down her cheek to near her mouth. Again her mother translated, "She's deaf."

Bellatrix was stunned.

"You didn't know?"

Bellatrix shook her head. "Shit, no wonder you don't trust me."

"So you know about that revolting policy?"

"Yes, it was set up by purebloods to be able to get rid of anyone deemed unfit to live." Just then the voices, which had been locked up, emerged full force. 'Then how come that brat is still alive? They should have cleaned up your mess.' She doesn't deserve to die. 'She's disabled!' No! 'Oh, then what would you call it then?' She just needs to speak a different language. The voices laughed at her, tears started going down her face. 'Ah, she's crying… Imagine this; little Kiki dead in a mass grave. The mudblood may have saved her once before, but you know they'll come back for her.' No! Shut up, shut up, Shut up! 'Save the girl some torment, kill her now while she has a mother to bury her, kill her!' She felt the voices close in, the magic built in her hands. She looked at Kissara, she was definitely confused and maybe even scared.

Bellatrix jumped up and bolted out of the house.