"Get off Mudblood!" Bellatrix hissed as the brunette shifted slightly, a sharp pain shooting through older witch's neck before the brunette hopped up, grinning deviously and whispered so only the dark witch could hear. "Payback." Was all she said before standing up and sprinting from the room.

Bellatrix lay on the floor still, Narcissa bent down to help her up, a shocked look spreading across her face before she lay her hand over Bellatrix's neck and whispered so only her sister would be able to hear her. "Bella, you're bleeding.. on your neck! Was it the girl?"

A pale, boney hand clapped over the hand of the blonde, moving it slowly to the side, covering the spot. "My lord! May I be excused for now? I need to deal with a particularly annoying problem." Bellatrix asked, standing up to bow, her hand to her neck still, to cover the mark she was yet to see herself.

"Of course Bella. I hope you have.. fun, dealing with that problem." He smiled cruedly at her, his yellowed teeth arranged crookedly in his mouth. With that Bellatrix disapperated to the gardens, where she assumed the mudblood was waiting and was proved right.

"Hello again, Bellatrix or would you prefer Madam Black, since you dislike the Lestrange name." Hermione greeted not turning round to confirm it was Bellatrix. "I mean I could always call you something else, but I know you wouldn't like that." Hermione grinned and finally turned to see the dark witch glaring at her, wand pointed at her chest.

"How dare you touch me you Mudblood? How dare you do this a pureblood?" Bellatrix snarled, muttering her favourite curse. Minutes went by and felt like hours as the spell concentrated on the girl, became stronger, the more annoyed the older witch got from the girl not screaming in pain.

"You had no permission to do that.. you filthy girl." She shrieked at the wriggling figure underneath her. "Oh please, that's obviously not the only reason you're out here, by yourself nonetheless, and you're probably missing your dear master's repeated speech." Hermione announced and the spell haulted.

"You were in Azkaban?" Bellatrix questioned, her eyes gleaming with curiosity at the younger's disappearance act. "Yes, I was for a while, but not as Hermione Granger, so that's why you wouldn't know. I was forced to live the same nightmares over and over again, while anything remotely happy was sapped away by the dementors.. Of course I eventually escaped and don't wish a repeat of that hell-hole, with the constant nightmares on repeat as I'm stuck in my own head, that's the worst part." She replied looking to the lake again.

"So who were you in Azkaban? And it really seems you didn't have a nice time with the dementors." Bellatrix asked, sitting on the bench next to the brunette, quite a distance between them although neither were relaxed, both very alert that the other could attack at any moment.

"I was.. Well I didn't really have a name in there to be honest. They gave me a name though, but mostly I was prisoner 393. And I don't think anyone has a nice time with the dementors, especially you." Hermione muttered, Bellatrix frowned, impatient at the girl's stalling. "What was the name? Tell me!"

"Bella Blake! I think it was a take on your name." Hermione mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the older women. "Those filthy.." Bellatrix started, but Hermione interupted. "Hey I think they had fair reasoning for that to be honest Madam Black!"

"And why would that be?" She questioned furrowing her eyebrows when the brunette answered. "Look at the azkaban mugshots and they will answer your question pretty well, they were taken after a while in Azkaban, hence why it's like that."

"Fine I'll look into it, but not because you told me to, just because I have nothing else to do at present!" The dark witch sighed. "What do you mean? You have me to talk to Trixie!" Hermione sniggered at the nickname before being thrown to the floor again, another bout of the cruciatus curse.

More minutes passed with the curse until she released the girl from its hold on her, straddling her waist. Bellatrix's knees either side of her hips, the sharp gravel digging into both witches.

"Don't call me Trixie ever!" Bellatrix growled, her hands pinned Hermione's to the ground. "You know if you keep teasing me like this, I'll have to deal with the problem myself Bella-trix!" Hermione smirked seductively at the darker haired witch as she put emphasis on the 'Bella'.

"Why you little.." The dark-haired female shrieked, moving her hands to slap the brunette across the face, another pair of hands bring them to stop just before making contact. "It's true though, I will have to deal with the problem if you don't stop.. And you can't deny you don't like it, you're pressed against my body and you think I can't feel that?" Hermione chuckled.

"Feel what? There's nothing between us. Now let go of my hands you filth." Bellatrix glared suspiciously at the younger woman beneath her who leaned upwards, so they were inches apart. "I call bullshit, either that or you like failing at torturing someone so much, that it turns you on."

"Shut up you filthy, little Mudblood!" Bellatrix growled, burning holes into the girl's head with her glare. "But I'm not wrong, you're turned on by said filthy Mudblood or at least torturing said Mudblood and failing." The brunette smirked, sticking her tongue out at the older witch.

"I'll kill you!" Bellatrix shrieked shaking her hands loose of the other woman's grip and clawing at the girl's wrists, her body pushed against the other and the dark-haired witch became the one straddled to the floor by the brunette.

"I hate you, get off of me filth!" Bellatrix growled at the girl hovering above her, their faces inches apart. "You're aware I don't love you, I just.. well you know!" Hermione chuckled at the response she achieved from the other witch.

Bellatrix understood what she was saying, lust reflected in her eyes giving it away, which strangely made her lust for something as well, a journey into the unknown perhaps.

The older witch leant upward slightly, peering through her heavily lidded eyes at the brunette, whose breath she could feel on her lips.

A smirk graced the girl's lips as they met, a furious and lust filled kiss, both of them moving their lips in sync with the other until the brunette's tongue ran smoothly across the ravenette's, Bellatrix's teeth sinking into the brunette's tongue at the action, a flash of anger burned within Bellatrix's eyes.

"Fiesty.. I like that!" Hermione grinned deviously, her tongue grazed across her lip to clean the blood forming there. Something flickered within her eyes and lips crashed into lips again with more ferocity, her now teeth sinking into Bellatrix's bottom lip drawing blood and earning a low growl, a growl of which the brunette took advantage of, the brunette's tongue slipping through the ravenette's opened mouth to meet her tongue in a battle for dominance.

The two battled for dominance, the brunette finally pulling back for air after a while, releasing the other woman from her grip, standing up and staring down at the dark-haired witch below her. "Well you just kissed said filthy Mudblood. Does that make you a blood traitor, dear Bella?" Hermione sniggered before disappearing like a wisp of black smoke into the night.

Minutes ticked by and Bellatrix eventually stood up, brushing herself off and sitting on the bench instead of trying to go after the girl who had disappeared like deatheaters did via apparation, the girl just seemed to be getting more mysterious by the second and acting nothing like her normal swotty self.

A series of spells flashing nearby pulled Bellatrix out of her thoughts only to realise those spells had been meant for her and she was paralysed in her sitting position on the bench and it felt like she was tied with ropes as well.

A black figure appeared from the darkness a deranged grin of rotten teeth on the person's face, unruly dark hair cascaded down the figure's abnormally pale face and their nose looked crooked as if broken recently, sharp black eyes examined her before they advanced.

"I reckon I'll get a big sum of money for killing you Madam Lestrange.. That is why I'm here after all and it seems it was too easy to ambush you!" The stranger spoke in a gruff voice, his voice matched his appearance, both of which where horrible as if he had only just broken out of Azkaban himself.

"Who the hell are you?" Bellatrix hissed at her attacker, her wand was now in one of his bloodied hands albeit it wasn't even her wand it was Draco's which they had managed to get back from Potter, but her own wasn't found so she used Draco's and he used his Mother's while Narcissa used a spare wand, one they had found in the Black manor.

His face lit up at the question and he answered smugly. "I'm your murder, Bellatrix Lestrange!" At that the witch cackled in delight at his arrogance, another cackle drifted through the air, both Bellatrix and the figure turned to another dark figure, who was just about covered by the shadows that the manor cast.

"Such an arrogant fool! Why do all you purebloods have to be like that? Will you really be the one to murder Bellatrix Lestrange? Or are you trying to make yourself look better by saying you will in the assassins world, Leon Bulstrode? Hmm trying to climb the food chain!" The figure addressed the scruffy man who now aimed his wand at them.

"Also starters tip, never ever turn your back on your target or enemy, not even your allies because they won't hesitate to slit your throat like anybody else Mr Bulstrode!" The figure advised the dark-haired man, who still pointed his crooked looking wand in their direction.

"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?" He questioned and a chuckle escaped the figure as they stepped forward into the moonlight, revealing them partially.

Short, dishevelled raven locks stuck out in every possible angle around the dark mask they wore, covering most of their face, it was a black mask of a wolf with a few intricate, silver patterns trailing around the eyes slots where curious dark eyes peered out.

The mask's snout covered till their nose and left from their mouth down visible, a manic smile etched onto their face, a pale almost paranormal shade of white skin contrasted with the pure black mask, the moonlight making it appear even more so ghostly on the visible patches of skin, since they wore a dark cloak and jeans underneath with matching black combat-like boots, the rest of them remained hidden.

"Because I know my targets and my clients before I accept my challenges and I'm sure you know who I am now!" The masked figure spoke up and the previously confident man crumbled in terror, the masked figure's name on his lips.

"...The Dark Wolf! Hh-How could I not know you? I'd have to be dead to not know the the number one assassin!" He stuttered, his eyes flying about the garden in search for an exit.

"There's no exit, and don't worry, that's been arranged, you'll soon be dead.. As for Miss Lestrange there, well she'll be released, she is after all who I was sent to protect!" The masked figure smirked before flicking their hand idly in the man's direction, he began to rasp out, clutching at his throat, where a series of neat cuts had appeared and blood ran down his body, pooling on the ground below him.

"Well that went well.. Why do they always go down so easily though? Makes it no fun when that happens." The figure sighed out before approaching the body and retrieving Bellatrix's wand, waving it in her direction before throwing it to her.

Bellatrix's hand shot out grasping the wand, a slight fuzzy feeling residing in her body after being stunned. "Who are you?" The question just slipped from her lips and the figure stared at her a while, their mouth curved into a curious smile.

"Ahhh that is for me to know and you to find out soon, dear Bellatrix!" They responded, she saw a mysterious glint in their eyes before they turned to leave, her hand stuck out to grab them, but they weren't close to each other, a unexpected statement leaving her lips. "Thank you, whoever you are!"

They turned suprised by the words that had left the witch's mouth, a smile playing across their lips in appreciation that a pureblood had swallowed their pride for once and thanked them. "It's my job! You're welcome though Mrs Lestrange!" They replied, bowing briefly before disappearing into the darkness once again, leaving the deatheater to think to herself again.

Minutes later her sister crept up to her, sitting on the stone carved bench and looking onto the lake as the moonlight rippled off it. A cold hand rested on the darker witch's shoulder, snapping her out of thoughts, her hand clutching the blonde's throat straight away until dark eyes finally meet blue swirls of emotions and the hand immediately released it grip.

"Cissy? I-I'm sorry, I thought.. you were someone else!" Bellatrix looked down again, a unreadable expression on her face. Narcissa's eyes surveyed her sister for answers, her hand resting on her sister's that were resting on Bella's slightly muddied dress.

"What happened Bella?" Narcissa asked as she rested her hands on her sister's, the older witch flinching slightly at the action. The blonde soon settled her gaze on her sister's hands, flipping them over so she could she bloodied palms and marks where it looked like a rope had been tied tightly there.

".. I found the mudblood, but she got away and.. And then I got attacked by a filthy looking man who was going to kill me Cissy!" Bellatrix muttered, unable to understand what had happened.

"Bella? Please tell me what happened!" Narcissa said, worry evident in her tone and her eyes as they searched Bellatrix's for any answers to her sister's shocked state, this was a totally new experience for them both or at least a long forgotten experience for both.

"I had her in my grasp and she just seemed to disappear so fast like.. smoke in the air like she disapperated, but she can't have Cissy.. Then I got stunned by this man, who looked like he had just escaped Azkaban and he was so arrogant. Is that how we all sound?" Bellatrix questioned and Narcissa furrowed her brows. "No, not all of us.. The Mudblood seems to be more mysterious by the second!" She pondered out loud.

"That's what I thought Cissy, but I was thrown off that subject when he attacked and threaten me... He threatened me Cissy. He should have been glad the other killed him before they freed me." Bellatrix hissed.

"The other? Who? And why?" Narcissa exclaimed confused by what Bellatrix was saying, black eyes meet blue and Bellatrix seem to finally snap out of her daze completely, back to her normal demented self.

"Yes, there was another figure, a masked figure who seemed so mysterious and carefree almost. They stopped the man and once they revealed themselves, the man lost his nerve, became desperate for a way out, but the masked figure killed him and freed me before disappearing into the night from once they came. Cissy.. They did it all with such elegance and... The man before he died said the masked figure was the number one assassin before he panicked because they said they were here to kill him in order to protect me." Bellatrix told the story of what happened, to her sister.

Narcissa's features contorted into a confused look before she spoke up. "So they're like a saviour to you? But a paid one... The real question though, is who paid them to protect you?"

The dark-haired woman's eyes flashed with something the blonde couldn't quite place. "Yes like a saviour, I suppose and even if they were paid to protect me, I am still thankful to them for being there in time.. And yes you have a point. Who exactly did pay them to protect me? And why did they need to come to protect me?"

"It gets more mysterious as time goes on, just like Granger. Who indeed would get you protection?" The blonde muttered before a voice answered from the night. "That, you do not need to know. It would be better if you didn't!"

"Hey you get back here! Answer the question Wolf!" Bellatrix shouted to the shadows, albeit she didn't know where exactly they were within them.
"But you, my dear don't necessarily need to know that information!" The same voice spoke again, it was a low voice like that of a male, but Bellatrix had a hunch that if they wore a mask to protect their identity then their voice would be altered as well.

Although they were protesting about answering the questions, the voice's owner still walked out into the moonlight, revealing the masked figure to Bellatrix once again, a smirk still plastered on their face.

"So we meet again." The dark witch said, still sitting down on the bench next to her sister, only now facing the figure instead of the lake. "It's seems so, but I'm ordered to keep an eye on you, so it would be bad if we didn't!" They replied with an air of mystery, both sisters now noticing the knife twirling effortlessly between the figure's fingers.

"Who are you? Why are you protecting me? From what exactly? Who's paying you to protect me?" Bellatrix questioned rapidly before the figure could disappear again, the figure approached the sisters, covering the older's mouth in an attempt to shut her up.

"Woah calm down there! Take a breath before you suffocate and my contract is a waste! One question, that is all I'll answer, so think long and hard about which one it is you really want to know the answer to Bellatrix!" They replied, moving there now wet hand away from Bellatrix's teeth which had at one point sunken into the flesh and drawn a little blood.

"Evening Mrs Malfoy!" The figure greeted briefly before leaning on the edge of the bench, their face right in front of the dark-haired woman's whose expression was of concentration, not of malice.

"Who are you working for?" Narcissa asked, facing the figure who was leaning next to her sister, their attention fixed on her, her normally neat blonde hair now slightly dishevelled, but she was still as beautiful, like the flower she was named after.

"I did say for Bellatrix, but if that the question you both wish to know, I shall say that much. Bellatrix?" The masked ravenette mused, turning to the older of the sisters.

"Yes, but I'll rephrase it, so you can't answer it differently to what we want to know. Who did you make the contract with to protect me?" Bellatrix smirked deviously and the figure smiled in return.

"Clever to rephrase it, else I would have answered differently then what you wanted.. But the answer to that would be, a member of the Black family or at least your part of the Black family!" They responded with a grin as both sisters frowned at the figure's ability to avoid answering the question directly.

"You never asked who exactly it was. If want to outsmart me on that you have to try harder dear. I am trained to let only the smallest amount of information loose, if any at all, plus I think it would overwhelm you if I said who it was. And I'm bound not to say directly who they are to anyone, just saying that was a risk to my contract and my life!" They replied, twitching slightly as the words left their mouth.

They turned, but two sets of hands shot out, grabbing onto the material of their cloak. They haulted in their steps, ripping their cloak from the two sister's grips as they turned around to face to two again.

"What is it? I have other business to attend to... but I shall be back and if you need me just call!" They mentioned before Bellatrix or Narcissa could say anything.

"Why does that risk your life? And call you how exactly?" Both sisters ask puzzled.

"Because I'm tied into contracts by some pretty dark magic, I would assume you and your lord are familiar with it actually since that a variation of the spell in which people are bonded together like with the deatheaters." They pause, looking at Bellatrix who understood the spells used, but not how they knew of its existence there. "As for calling me, you could just holler for me or owl.. I won't be far away anyway!" They whisper before disappearing once again.

A/N Sorry for the delay, but as you can tell I don't really have any chapters in the reserve, I caught up with myself and haven't had much time to write recently, a lot of crazy stuff been happening and some utter panic, but who doesn't do a panic every once in a while.