AN: SORRY I haven't updated this in ages I just could not think what to write, so the other day I read through the first chapter again and read all your wonderful comments and decided to finish chapter two. I cannot say when chapter three will be up but hopefully not too far in the near future.

Chapter 2

Two days later.

Bellatrix pushed her sister on the swing. She was dressed in a burgundy dress; her lips were tinted with a similar colour, her black hair showed light brown highlights in the sunlight.

"I want to go higher Trixie!" complained Narcissa

"Cissy! You need to learn to swing your self. It's too hot today for me to push you like this."

It was true the mid July heat was almost unbearable. And while the servants had placed cooling charms all around the house it did not totally hide the humid summer from outside.

"Annie!" Bella yelled. Andromeda was reading a book and eating an apple, she looked up from under her hat.

"What?" Andromeda asked taking another bite of the rosy fruit.

"Push Cissy, it's your turn. I want to go for a walk"

Andromeda rolled her eyes and got up, holding her apple in one hand she walked over to Bella's old place and began swinging Cissy in silence.

Bellatrix wandered through the rose garden, she found her away wandering over to the Black estate woods. It was cool in the shadows of the trees. She wandered casually over to the little stream. Bella smiled and sat down on the bank. She looked around and took off her sandals, feeling the fresh earth beneath her toes she placed her feet into the water. She hummed a tune to herself while she lay under the cool shade

"Have your sister's been wearing you out Miss Bellatrix?" came a voice. Bellatrix flicked her head around. The tall pale figure of the Dark Lord stood cloaked behind her. Bellatrix threw herself to her feet immediately, she curtsied, her feet still in the water. "Relax Miss Bellatrix" he laughed

"Have you been watching me?" she frowned placing her hands on her hips.

"Is that a problem?" he asked. Bellatrix blushed and bowed her head

"I'm sorry sir, I meant no disrespect" she said

"Think nothing of it Miss Bellatrix" The Dark Lord actually rather liked Bellatrix's character, underneath this calm lady like exterior, that had probably been forced on her by her mother, was something rather intriguing…something alluring.

"Are you here to speak with my Father? My parents are back in the house" she pointed through the clearing in the woods "I should be glad to take you to them"

"No actually…I came to speak with you" he nodded

"With me?" her eyebrows raised

"Yes, I wish to ask you a few questions"

"Do my parents know you are here, Sir?" she frowned

The Dark Lord shook his head, a typical pureblood girl, terrified to be alone and without an escort in the presence of a man who was not a relation to her.

"And I should be grateful if you did not tell them" he said

Bellatrix's mouth dropped open slightly, but she immediately closed it again and nodded her head

"Now Miss Bellatrix, I heard your sisters earlier, they called you Trixie, is that usual?" he asked almost mockingly

"Yes, it's a childish name, I've been called that all my life" she said miserably

"Do you dislike it?"

"Yes, I'm fifteen now and I'm being treated like I'm Cissy's age!" she complained "I'm engaged for Merlin's sake, I'm doing my OWLs this year and I still get called treated like this" she poured her heart out in a single answer.

The Dark Lord had got her trust.

"I agree, when I was your age the frustration adults caused me was unbearable, I would even go to the extremes of hurting myself just to feel a little better"

Bellatrix laughed

"That makes no sense; you made yourself feel pain to feel better? Doesn't that contradict itself?"

"I suppose" he said calmly "But when you're angry do things really make sense?" he asked her. Bellatrix's smile faltered and dropped

"I suppose not. When I was a little girl I tied Andromeda up with bed sheets, she was just a baby. I dangled her out of the bedroom window. I suppose I was angry. My parents were furious with me and I felt bad afterwards. She's my sister. But I was so angry with her for getting all the attention that I felt my actions were justified" the sunlight on her hair shimmered, and her eyes sparkled as she delved into her memory.

"That is why it is better to control anger, than to dwell on it" he said

"What do you mean?" asked Bella curiously

"Well, have you ever tried to duel, while you have been angry?" he asked

"Yes" she answered

"And how did it result?" he asked

"I got all my curses and hexes wrong" she answered

"You see, and how do you usually perform in duels?" he asked wisely

"I'm unbeatable at school" she said proudly throwing her head back

"Now do you think if you had thought of attacking your opponent for the sake of battle rather than anger…you may have performed better?"

Bellatrix frowned thoughtfully and looked curiously at the Dark Lord

"Why are you here my Lord?" she questioned. He laughed, yet she did not return the smile "I don't understand why you should wish to talk with me"

"You fear me?" he asked

"A little? Do I have reason to?"

"Miss Bellatrix…you have no idea" he smirked and turned away

"What's that supposed to mean?" she called after him but to no avail, he did not turn back.

Yes indeed, thought Voldemort to himself as he walked gracefully away through the grounds, there was indeed something in this girl that he could not put his finger on. She had been pulled down by her society so much. There was a fire in her, he saw it when she grew a little angry, or when she questioned his motives. By all means to Lord Voldemort there was no greater way of life than pureblood society. Women were there to be kept down. They supplied the heirs of the pureblood men. Their looks and character mattered not, only their blood. Bellatrix's youngest sister, Narcissa, would be perfect for that. She was born to be a wife and mother of good breeding. She would not argue the bounds of her society nor would she fight back. She was the true pureblood woman! Andromeda clearly needed to be broken in, if given too much leeway she would be no more than a blood traitor, no matter what her bloodline. She needed a tight reign and much restraint. Even if it had to be beaten into her. But Bellatrix seemed to contradict both these theories.

She knew her place in society, which was true. But she wanted to be out there, fighting for it; fighting along side her male superiors. She was both the perfect pureblood and the wild mare. She was an exception to all of the Dark Lord's beliefs.

Yes, the Dark Lord had many plans for this dark horse.