The day her Lord confided in Bellatrix about Harry Potter’s supposed twin roaming around in the muggle world her mind had been stolen from beneath her. She knew her Lord was already disturbed by the notion of one small child possibly being the one to end his life but to add another, unknown child, into the mix had Bellatrix feeling something she hadn’t in years. Fear. Fear that everything they had worked and fought for was sailing down a road towards ultimate defeat. Yes, she trusted her Lord, yes she believed they had a chance but this new information had stained their positive outlook.
‘Find her, watch her, bring her to me’
She replayed that simple sentence in her mind like a broken song, used it for determination, to hunger her need to please her Lord. Though, roaming the muggle world wasn’t to her tastes and Bellatrix had to curve her love for pain and blood if she was to keep her whereabouts hidden. They were vile creatures muggles were. Pathetic and weak, begging to be cursed. She felt the Unforgivable dance on the tip of her tongue whenever a muggle glanced in her direction. It wasn’t their fault, a woman dressed in an all black ensemble of lace and leather with mad curls. She was bound to draw attention here.
Standing on the street corner, in the dead of night. Bellatrix stared at the muggle home where she hoped this Amelia was sleeping. She knew nothing of this creature, her age, her looks, her ability with magic, though she wasn’t too concerned there. This brat was a filthy halfblood and those beings always lacked in more than just their blood lines.