"Cissy, why won't she just get over it and like me!" Bellatrix said, pacing again.

"She's stressed. You can't force someone to love you," Narcissa said, putting it as lightly as possible.

"I shouldn't be in this position! I should be living in my own house, planning the wedding of my baby Cordelia!" Bellatrix moaned, sitting down in her bed with a big thud.

"Well maybe one day you can. But not today." Narcissa sighed.

"I need to find something that we will both love, that we have in common," Bellatrix muttered, biting her lip. Then her eyes lit up. "Cissy, I have a plan! I must speak with Rodulphus!" She smiled, almost skipping out of the room. Choosing to ignore this weird chain of events, Narcissa went up to Hermione's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Hermione?" Narcissa asked. "Can I come in?"

"Is Bellatrix there?" Hermione asked.

"No, it's just me,"

"Ok then," she muttered. "What can I do for you?"

"Can you please come with me?" Narcissa asked, offering out her hand.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as she stood up a took her aunts hand. She was lead to the fireplace where Narcissa called "Hogwarts!"

The pair stepped out of the fireplace and into Dumbledores office. Hermione stood silent and let everything unfold.

"Agh! Mrs Malfoy, I trust you have what I asked for?" Dumbledore said, standing up from his desk.

"Yes, it was hard, but I managed to get it," Narcissa said, handing the old man a vial of clear liquid. Then Narcissa turned back to Hermione. "I'll be back in half an hour, behave please," she said, it was a little harsh, but then she kissed Hermione's forehead unexpectedly.

"She has really taken a liking to you..." Dumbledore started.

"Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but I must ask what is going on?" Hermione asked in a very matter-of-factly tone.

"Yes, of course!" He said, walking over to a large metal bowl. Hermione had read about it in Hogwarts: a history, it was called a pensieve. She had never used anything like it before. Then, Dumbledore opened the vial Narcissa had given him and poured it it.

"Miss Granger, I think it would be wise to take a look, don't you?"

Hermione nodded and put her head into the pensieve.

She appeared in dark room, it was full of people, they were all sitting in wooden chairs facing the front. She then saw a pretty girl dressed in white, she had dark hair and dark eyes, similar to Hermiones. She must have been about nineteen. She was carrying a beautiful bouquet of dark flowers and met a brown haired man at the alter.

Then the whole image went blurry, and Hermione was transported to a bedroom, she had seen it before, it was Bellatrix's room in the Malfoy manor. Bellatrix was lying in the bed, and she started rolling around quite violently. She then started screaming and bashing her arms against the bed frame, there were tears running down her unconscious face. Hermione could see a bump in the bed sheets; this was when Bellatrix was pregnant with her. Rodulphus ran into the room by her and woke her up, holding her hand and letting her cry into his shoulder.

Then she was transported again, this time into a nursery, it had pastel green walls and a dark wood crib, it was almost black. Bellatrix walked in, her figure had gone back to normal even though the baby in the crib looked about a week old. The baby was crying until Bellatrix walked up to the crib and picked her up.

"Don't worry little one," Bellatrix said to her child, cradling it in her arms. "Mumma loves you sooo much, Delia."

She then put her daughter in the air and spun around, making her baby burst out in fits of laughter.

Finally, Hermione was taken to a court room, Bellatrix was in a cage surrounded by many member of the ministry. They were asking her about the dark lord, and to Hermiones surprise, she that in her cage as if it were a throne, keeping calm and collected.

"And to address the matter of Cordelia Narcissa Lestrange...." The minister started.

Suddenly Bellatrix started screaming, trying to break the bars in her cage in a desperate fit of rage. She punched and kicked it until her knuckles split and bled, and Hermione watched in horror. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, Bellatrix Lestrange loved her.

Then Hermione burst back out of the pensieve and started breathing heavily, Narcissa was back and was looking at her.

"Are you ready to go back now, Hermione?"