October 23, 1973
In the Room of Requirement, the Slytherins have gathered again for their Dark lessons. NARCISSA, LUCIUS, MAFALDA, SEVERUS, ROSIER, WILKES, ALECTO, and AMYCUS stand in a circle around the center dais, while BELLATRIX walks slowly around them.
BELLATRIX: The Dark Arts are a very complex and independent study. In order to perform them, you must think on your own. You are not a part of a team. There is no one whispering instructions in your ear. There is no one telling you what to do. As such, many of the most powerful curses and hexes that you will learn do not have incantations. They must be felt with the heart, and executed through the mind. It will take up your entire being. Today, we learn Fiendfyre. Line up one by one.
NARCISSA and LUCIUS share an anxious look before they take the front of the line.
BELLATRIX: Now, you must concentrate. Fiendfyre is very different from regular fire. It will seek out living forces and burn them ten times as deep. Observe.
BELLATRIX points her wand forward are carefully flicks it. Immediately, a bright burst of flame erupts from the tip of her wand. It takes the form of a prowling creature, as a wolf or a fox. It burns in the air before exploding in a burst of embers within seconds.
BELLATRIX: Once cast, it is very difficult to control, especially with many people around. But seeing as this will be your first time, I don't anticipate it being too strong. Narcissa, go ahead.
NARCISSA raises her wand and concentrates hard. Several embers erupt from her wand.
BELLATRIX: Concentrate, Cissy, concentrate. You have to feel it-
NARCISSA continues to try for a few seconds. Suddenly, a small jet of Fiendfyre erupts and snatches the end of her sleeve, burning her wrist. She lets out a small scream and drops her wand. BELLATRIX wears a disappointed look before she takes her sister's hand.
BELLATRIX: Come here, Cissy. (She waves her wand carefully over the burn on NARCISSA'S wrist and murmurs a foreign incantation, almost like a song, while the wound quickly begins to heal). Go ahead and take a break. Lucius, you're up.
LUCIUS steps forward and raises his wand. BELLATRIX steps forward and whispers in his ear, almost seductively.
BELLATRIX: Focus, Lucius. Feel the power of your magic. Feel it in your bones. Let it consume you.
Within a few seconds, a small jet of Fiendfyre erupts. It takes the form of an unknown animal before it extinguishes.
BELLATRIX: Excellent work, Lucius. Excellent. Hopkirk, up.
LUCIUS steps aside with NARCISSA, who nurses her wrist.
LUCIUS: Are you okay?
NARCISSA: (slightly annoyed) Yeah. I guess I can't always be Bella's rising star.
LUCIUS: Come on, just be happy for me. (He takes her wrist and kisses it).
NARCISSA: Oh, I am. (She takes away her hand). You better get back to work.
LUCIUS: (sensing her anger) Cissy, come on-
NARCISSA ignores him and leaves the room, while BELLATRIX continues tutoring the Slytherins.
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