I am The Dark Lady (ABANDONED)

Four Out Of Seven

Fun fact I wrote most of this this while in a zoom classroom. I have major balls of steel, nobody can argue with me.

"She lives at number 34" Regulas swayed nervously. He glanced around the bored faces of his fellow Death Eaters until his eyes met Bellatrix's. "Number 34, Birch street, somewhere up north."

"And you found all this out in a five minute conversation" The Dark Lord questioned him. Inwardly Bellatrix sighed in boredom. It seems all she did lately was sit in the bastard meetings.

Regulas nodded. "It wasn't hard to deduce" He offered as an explanation. Regulas sat back down when The Dark Lord hummed and turned to his right hand.

"Madame LeStrange. You know what to do" He ordered a bit coldly and Bellatrix coolly stood and retrieved her cloak and handbag from the back of her chair.

"Of course" She bit back and stepped away. Voldemort rolled his eyes in response and the lack of an additional "My Lord" at the end of her sentence raised a few eyebrows. She apparated to the address without another word, thankful for the get away. Landing in a pristine street with identical Victorian houses lining the street on both sides. It was something out of a play or story book. Lamp posts lit up the dusk sky that settled over the street every three houses and each Terraced house had a tiny front garden.

Muggle Street.

Bellatrix grimaced in disgust as she glanced around her to ensure that she was alone and casted a glamour charm on herself and produced a small mirror from the bag on her shoulder. Thanks to the glamour she had casted, Her unruly black curls that had reached to the middle of her back when completely down had changed into a slick, straight shoulder length blonde style. Her brown eyes- staple of her Family's heritage- had changed to a stark green. Her full lips had thinned out and her face had adopted more sharper features. Her height didn't change. Bellatrix's simple black dress robes and grey cloak shimmered into a purple dress of the same style and a deep red cloak. Bella felt a pang of sadness when the Tattoo on her exposed left arm shimmered a while illuminating the green and black until it matched the colour of her newly tanned skin.

It was then she realised that she could cover the tattoo up with a glamour and not sleeves during the summer and very nearly head butted a lamppost.

Bellatrix inspected herself throughly before deciding her temporary appearance was good enough and pocketed the mirror.

She absentmindedly switched out her wand (it was a very odd shape for a wand and easily recognisable) to a spare she had purchased in Ollivanders of the same core and wood. Bellatrix smoothed out her dress and stood up to the door which read "34" on it, rapping her knuckles firmly.

Bella expected a short, older and a maybe plumper witch with kind features and sparkling eyes so when she was met with a tall, middle aged, stern witch with unforgiving eyes she was taken back. "Miss Hepizabah Smith?" Bellatrix questioned. Her voice- like everything else about her- was very distinguishable so she decided to put her acting skills to good use and She now had a shrill Irish accented voice . The woman tilted her head.

"So you're the Ministry Worker?" She demanded, not answering Bellatrix's questioned. "A one Mister Rookwood sent a letter informing me I had items in my possession which belong to the ministry?"

"That's correct, Ms Smith" Bellatrix nodded. "May I come in?"

"I don't possibly understand what items I have that are illegal"

Bellatrix produced a forged piece of paper. "May I come in?" She asked again. "I don't want your neighbours to gawk anymore than they are"

Smith, for her part, raised an eyebrow and stepped aside to let Bellatrix enter. "The parlour is the second room" Hepizabah stated, shutting the front door and stalked off. Bellatrix shrugged and followed her, casting fleeting glances in the small hallway. Smith settled herself on the sofa in the corner of the small room and invited Bella to take a seat at the table. The latter cleared her throat and began questioning the witch.