There are no sunrises anymore. Only darkness. Only death. Only power.

3.

When the Dark Lord, and Bellatrix right behind him stormed down the hallway of the Malfoy manor, Narcissa came straight to her sister, asking if the rumours about Lucius being in Azkaban were true.
"He completely deserved it!"
Bellatrix hissed while roughly pushing her sister away from her. Before Narcissa could ask anything else, they reached the Death Eater's meeting room, and Bellatrix slammed the door shut with a wave of her wand. She ripped her left sleeve, revealing her Dark Mark, just when Voldemort turned. She always knew what he wanted, like now, and she held out her hand for him, as he took a hold of it to summon the rest of the inner circle, excluding the ones he had left to rot in Azkaban.

In a few minutes everyone had arrived, and Bellatrix took her place in the table, between Severus Snape and the Dark Lord himself. There were only a few of them, almost half of were captured in the ministry. When they had gone over what had happened, there was angry and frustrated hissing among the inner circle members about falling something so simple. Antonin Dolohov, who had been in an another mission opened his mouth to comment louder than the others;
"I wonder how they couldn't handle a few teenagers. A few teenage girls-",
Bellatrix shot him an angry glare at that, agreeing to what he meant, but not at making herself sound weak, and he realised it was better to keep his mouth shut.

Later, when everyone had left, Bellatrix decided to take a glass of firewhiskey, and now she was slowly drinking it, while leaning on one of the room's bookshells. Voldemort was reading a parchment, and after finishing, he threw it away and let it burn into unknown. He slowly started telling his thoughts to his most loyal;
"I've been thinking..." She looked at him,
"As these fools, my so called followers, more specifically the ones making friends with dementors at the moment...", He tried to figure out the best choise of words, "They're not going to be around... forever."
"I don't see where you're getting at, My Lord."
"We need to train the children."
An understanding look spreaded on Bellatrix's face. But soon it turned into a disgusted look, she completely hated the idiotic teenagers. Bellatrix made sure to understand completely, as she was not exactly very willing to do this;
"Am I supposed to get along with uneducated children, not mentioning to teach them something?"
"Yes.", before she could protest, he continued, "I'll give you the most talented children, the others will have to deal with the idiotic ones. And, as you know, the Cruciatus will always be at disposal if needed."

After a week, Voldemort had already freed the rest of his inner circle, but they were very surely out of his favor at the particular moment. It was already the evening at the Malfoy manor, and Narcissa was giving orders to the house elves, while Lucius was trying to discuss with the Dark Lord. The door to the drawing room opened, to reveal Bellatrix, who had blood dropping to the ground from her left hand and the bottom of her dress. It appeared not to be her's as she looked completely fine, and Narcissa turned to her sister, sighing;
"What did you do this time? Don't dirt the carpet, Bellatrix!"
A small smirk rose the Bellatrix's lips, as she walked past her sister, to a comfortable armchair, sat herself on it and crossed her legs. She closed her eyes, and let out a deep breath, and explained;
"Everyone knows there is going to be a war. Everett Greengrass and one of his fellows, asked me to teach their, and a few other's, daughters, as they know nothing more than a perfect pureblood wife."
As known for his capacity of insight anything, Lucius looked at his sister-in-law, and asked:
"Well, what did you say?"
Now even Narcissa was wiser than her idiotic husband, and her eyes widened as she almost laughed at her own husband, her hand referring it Bellatrix's blood-stained clothes;
"What does it look like?"

Voldemort sighed in his mind. Bellatrix clearly was something different. Maybe mad. He contented himself with that outcome.

Sorry for the short chapter!! I wrote this in the middle of the night (I know, I maybe should go to sleep now), so it might not be that good. Also, who do you want to see in the training (the teenager training), and what would they all train?

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