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

4.

By the time for the summer holiday to start, almost everyone was convinced of the Dark Lord's return back to power. Nowhere was completely safe anymore. But still, the aurors were guarding almost every known Death Eater's home. This had made the Malfoy manor - which was shielded from outsiders for this purpose - the Death Eater headquarters. To Bellatrix, it was the greatest honor to have the Dark Lord live in the same house with her. Narcissa, on the other hand, was glad that her house was big enough to have her sister, Voldemort and almost 10 Death Eaters, and their wives, to live there. Allthough, Voldemort usually wasn't at the house, he just kept it to hold the meetings, and sometimes, he spent his time there. At the moment, Bellatrix was sitting in a drawing room close to the front door, in the company of the Dark Lord. Narcissa was currently getting the teenagers from the train station - or not anymore. They heard the door open, and Bellatrix slightly lifted her gaze, listening to the quiet speaking, when Voldemort just sat still. Narcissa's voice was quiet, but filled with concern towards the children;
"Draco - you all should know that my sister lives here-"
Soon, there was another voice, of a boy, sounding like he was eating at the moment, though it was clear that he wasn't, interrupting Narcissa;
"Cool. I didn't know you had an aunt Draco!"
It sounded like everyone was opening their mouths at the same time, but one of them, another boy's voice, sounding very similar to the previous one, spoke first;
"Is she nice?"
Now Voldemort looked up too. Bellatrix grinned, and turned her head towards the door. There were a silent gasps, of Narcissa's and Draco's. While the hallway kept quiet for a second, Voldemort commented, quiet enough so only Bellatrix could hear;
"Yes, very nice. Incredibly kind-hearted and friendly."
Bellatrix grinned once more, but now at his sarcastic words. Suddenly, after everyone at the hallway had probably come to their senses again, the speaking continued;
"She-"
"-Kind!"
"What are you think-"
"You-"
The children got quiet again, as Narcissa spoke over them;
"Do you have any idea who my sister is?"
There was a pause, and Voldemort went back to his thoughts, after giving Bellatrix permission to do what he knew, that she was thinking about;
"Go terrify the children, Bellatrix"
Bellatrix got up from her chair, heard the teenagers mumbling "no" in the hallway, and soon she was in the shadows of the hallway already. She saw Draco turn to his friends - two fat boys, as she had guessed. Crabbe's and Goyle's sons, without a doubt. A tall, swarthy boy. Zabini or Grevog? And a pug faced girl, who Bellatrix didn't recognize. Draco sighed, and with an unsure voice spoke to his friends, as Narcissa watched them with wide eyes;
"My aunt...- Have you ever heard of Bellatrix Lestrange?"
This changed the children's attitude. Some of them gasped, and the terror was clearly visible on their faces. The girl was the one to speak first, fully petrified;
"Wha- What does - that - have to do - with your aunt?"

Sorry for the short and boring chapter! I have really much schoolwork - essays and exams - and online it's twice as hard as normally, at least for me.

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