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It was a cloudy night, it seemed that it would rain soon. Bellatrix stood in front of a house, playing with her wand and curious gaze in her eyes. “So this is where she hides” she giggled and shook her head. Her hair was a dark mess around her head, it seemed like something was making a nest. She
Earlier in the evening her mark had burned her skin, made her scream in the middle of the street. Her screaming is not that unusual, she is a loud woman, but it was a rare that the scream isn’t continued with laughter. The Azkaban had really changed her, both mentally and physically. One of her surviving mechanism was cutting and cursing herself, the pain kept the mind in the moment. But when she didn’t let her mind wander, the place was slowly rotting her mind. If she was a dark witch before she ended up in there, the woman who came back was almost as soulless than the ones who had got kissed by a Dementor.
She had answered the call when she was able to stand again. Voldemort was furious, apparently someone hadn’t paying attention to his demands because Nagini was laying in front of the fireplace, numerous bumps on her belly. The Dark Lord told that he had decided it was time to test the Nott girl, see if she is trustworthy. If she was, he had a job for her.
“A mudblood, Bella. Any mudblood will do”
Three loud knocks on the wood with the back of her wand. It felt weird to knock, to wait. Usually she just appariates. “Why it’s taking so long...” she mumbled to herself, wrapped her fingers around the chain on her neck. The little bird skull danced and tapped her skin softly.