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Prologue: Every Monster has an Origin
July 29, 1970
Bellatrix Black was anxious, she had been summoned by the Dark Lord. She had joined the Death Eaters almost a year ago, after leaving Hogwarts. Bellatrix had been working her way to the inner circle, not because she believed this drivel about pure-blood superiority. No Bella cared not for any of it she had met many in the magical community who were half-blood or even mudbloods with immense skill and power hell the Dark Lord him self was a half-blood. She wasn't the brightest witch of her age for naught, and it was quite simple to deduce that he was in fact Tom Riddle she had come across an old photo at Hogwarts, showing him being awarded for services to the school. Her lord hadn't changed so much from that young man in the photo, sure there were signs of many dark rituals, but she was use to seeing through dark magic. Her family didn't get their name from their hair color after all, she had grown up learning about the blackest arts since age 3. Yes she had been supportive of the predjudice that all the pure bloods kept spouting, but only out of loyalty to her family Tourjours Pur indeed. Bellatrix sighed, someone had to keep the tradition, Andi sure hadn't running off to marry that mudblood Tonks.
Bella had begun to resent her sister, getting away from the family leaving Bella to take the brunt of her parents ire, they blamed Bellatrix of course. Like she was suppose to watch Andi's every move, she had enough trouble keeping an eye out for Cissy, the girl was a nightmare always getting into trouble. Luckily she had recently been betrothed to the Malfoy heir. Bellatrix disliked the boy not enough spine she thought. Bella was now in talks to be married off to either the Lestrange's or Nott's heir, "Kill me now." she whispered.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen this coming, she was the eldest daughter, the heir was a blood traitor, and she was a prodigy duelist. Besides little Reggie there wasn't a true black in their generation. Suddenly Bellatrix felt a shiver down her spine, she looked up and realized she had arrived at the safe house. She knocked on the door, it opened on its own accord. Bellatrix took one last deep breath and walked into the building.
"Oh hello Bellatrix, you are late." Hissed a voice from the shadows. "I'm sorry m'lord, there were aurors...". "Did I ask for your excuses girl?" Voldemort growled. "No M'lord..." "Then silence you fool! I didn't call you here to hear your drivel. We need to discuss your future." Bellatrix kept her eyes averted she was very good at occlumency but the dark lord was a natural legilimens and he was known to invade the minds of anyone he felt was lying to him, or if he wished to use your worst memories against you. "What do you mean m'lord?" Bellatrix asked. "Well Bellatrix I have been watching you and you are very talented. But there is a problem....." He paused for effect. "Your sister....running off with a mudblood very disappointing Bella and here i thought the Blacks were the purest in our world. Perhaps I was mistaken." "No m'lord she is no sister of mine.....not anymore" she had to distance herself, protect herself, the family Lord Voldemort was a cruel and dangerous man she knew.
"Well then tonight is when you prove me wrong girl. You are to kill a mudblood that has been a thorn in my side for too long. Marcus Dorne, he is skilled I'll give that to him, even I have had trouble finding him, but he is a bit of a sexist and doesn't view witches as a true threat. You will infiltrate his hide out and kill him, and if should you succeed i will give you my mark." Voldemort drawled. Bellatrix shivered, she understood what he was implying about the blacks should she fail he would kill them all starting with her blood traitor sister. She saw the plan use the death of Andi and his status as a blood supremacist to get into the Black family home then he would slaughter them the sadistic bastard. Damn Andi for putting her in this position, damn her mother and aunt for pushing her to join the death eaters, and damn herself for being seduced by the prospect of power. She hated that she had been born a witch, the world was skewed against them, hell the reason she was being given this task was because the mark thought women to be weaker. "It shall be done M'lord." Bellatrix spoke as she backed away, and out of the house.
It had been two days since He had sent the Black heiress on her mission. Tom had high hopes for the girl she was talented and he could sense the darkness in her, but there was something else she also had this light about her. He would have to do something about that and soon she had returned an hour ago, and she was a mess, he could feel the conflict. She had done extremely well she seamed unscathed with only minor cuts and bruises ,it couldn't even be traced back to her she was very gifted indeed. Bellatrix would grow to become very useful to him if only he could shear off the part of her clinging to the light, her innocence, her attachment to family.....Then it came to him, had he not the method, his Horcruxes, he had put parts of his soul that were detrimental to his accent to greatness, his overwhelming pride he placed into his diary, his avarice into the cup he had stolen, the envy he had for the family he never had went to his mother's locket, and his sloth was infused into Marvolo's ring. "Oh Bella my dear I have a proposition for you, how would you like to live forever" he grinned. She felt fear course through her and suddenly only darkness.
Bellatrix awoke in a ritual chamber laying on a stone slab she felt weak but there was something different about her. She no longer had that pressure in her chest, the feeling that came from being worried about her loved ones, or even caring about others at all she felt free. "Where am I?" she asked and was surprised when the Dark Lord responded, "You are in my private ritual chamber my dear Bella. I had to perform....well lets just say I now know that I can trust you my dear." He was gingerly handling a jeweled Scottish dirk, "What is that m'lord" "This Bella is an example of my mastery of magic itself, I have created a device to cheat death and destroy my enemy with one fell swoop." The Dark Lord Laughed to himself as he put the blade into a box, and called for his house elf to place it in his vault. Bellatrix didn't quite understand but for some reason she couldn't seem to care. "Now Bella it is time give me your arm", she held out her arm, the Dark Lord muttered an incantation and put his wand to her arm, pain, immense agony shot through her. She whimpered at first but as she looked into those dark red rimmed eyes, she smiled then began to cackle loudly letting the madness take over. In that moment she saw everything she would do for him, all the misery she would spread in his name, her eyes gleamed as she looked proudly down at the mark of her master.