It was 1:30 in the morning on May 3rd, 1998, the day after my mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, left to fight with Voldemort and the other death eaters at Hogwarts. She still isn't home. I'm a little worried, and I wonder if she is ok. I wanted to go with her and fight, but she wouldn't let me. I didn't know many spells, only the ones my mom taught me, because I don't go to Hogwarts, even though I was excepted when I was eleven. My mom didn't want me to go; because they might make the connection that I'm the daughter of a death eater.
A few moments later she apparated into the room. She looked tired. She didn't look hurt physically, but her face said otherwise. "What's wrong?" I asked her, as she didn't move from the middle of the room.
"Harry Potter is still alive and Voldemort is dead!" she said angrily, as she started to cry.
I've never seen her cry before. So I thought it would be okay to run up and hug her, and I did. She didn't mind, she actually hugged me back, which didn't happen very often. Actually we didn't hug much, because neither of us liked hugs.
A minute later she pulled away. "Sienna, I want you to go to Hogwarts. Next year. I want you to learn as much as you can and make lots of friends, so we can get revenge," she told me in a serious voice.
"Okay, I'll go," I agreed with her.
Then she walked into the other room, and I was left standing in the living room alone. I let a out a little smile, even though I was sad to hear about Voldemort's death. "This is going to be fun," I said to myself in a whispered voice.
