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In response to a question I had about how Bellatrix joined the death eaters. This is just the first part I am nearly finished editing the second part. I am not sure if I will continue after that point.

Water slowly trickled along the stream sliding softly over the rocks and the tree roots in the water. The tree standing tall over all with the leaves fluttering softly in the summer breeze. Above all sits a large manor house on top of the lush grass. Its ancient stone walls covered in ivory. Yet on such a day you would expect none to be inside. If you did than you would be wrong.

Laying on her stomach on a plush velvet lounge lay an attractive dark haired girl of about 18. Flipping through, surprisingly, the daily newspaper. Blowing a lock of her silky hair out of her face, as she continues to trace each word, with the tip of her long slender finger. Until her dark eyes widen and a small gasp escapes her full lips. Sitting up slightly she pulls a long walnut wand out from underneath her. A slight whisper escapes her lips. A second later through the door flutters a pile of what appears to be newspaper clippings.

Reaching for them she gently places them next to her paper. Then, leaning over, she picks up a pair of scissors off the coffee table to her left. Opening slowly the sharp silver blades, with precision, she delicately cuts out the article she was examining.

As she pulls it closer to her eyes she re reads, taking in every word. Grinning like a Cheshire cat as she does so. Until her musings are interrupted by a voice from the doorway "Collecting articles from the Prophet is an odd hobby for a teenager Miss Black, yet you continue to do so."

Quickly the girl known as Miss Black dives out of her seats dropping her clippings. Smoothing her green summer dress she replies "Oh Mr. Rosier I wasn't aware you were there."

"It is no problem at all. With your little hobby I'm sure you will make it up to me," Entering the room now grinning wildly with his white teeth, his hair with slight white streaks standing out in the suns rays from the large window. Kneeling softly he reaches for the articles now on the floor. Flipping though them his smile grows to that of the girls was before.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rosier but I'm not sure how that means anything. I'm simply interested in the recent killings of mudbloods."

"I would say that the recent information traveling around would suggest you are a lot more than interested." He smiles again and continues before she could interrupt. "I think this may put my point across more directly." Slowly moving his right arm to his left he begins to slowly roll up his sleeve until finally a vivid tattoos stands out. Gasping slightly the young women steps forward her eyes focused in the mark as if hypnotized. Moving her hands slowly forward she stops suddenly. Catching herself she drops her arm.

Swallowing the lump in her throat she gasps out "The Dark Mark! You're a Death Eater!"

"Of course what did you except. It is the job of any self respecting pureblood to aid the cause in some way. I believe I may just have a job for you too."

Bellatrix's eyes widen further her grin returning to her face "Yes! I'm in. I will do anything to help the cause. No stop! Don't talk! I know that I'm a girl and still young. But I want to help. I need to help. I can duel, I'm passionate, and I would be forever loyal! Just please uncle Rosier, please." Her voice with a clear pleading tone matching the look in her eyes . It is clear she needs this.

"Of course I was recruiting you for lack of a better term. Why else would I show you my mark?" She lets out the breath of air she was holding in "Tomorrow night I will meet you by the creak. Wear all black" His tone finishing with a twinge of finality. Turning he slowly walks for the door again

However Bellatrix clearly has other ideas moving towards him she cries out "No wait please! Tell me some advice, please!"

"Now that's easy. Just don't tell your mother" This time she does not stop him

As the door closes behind him, now alone she runs back to the dropped articles. Picking them up she smiles. She pauses and plants a light kiss on one. Jumping back she lets out a cry of joy. As she realizes. It is nearly her time.

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