Mel's POV

My Liliana awaits for her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where I've been sorted as a Ravenclaw, myself.

"Mel!" My brother whispers urgently. "What do I do with this diary He has left me?"

I stare at him. "Keep it, of course! Keep it until He comes back!"

"But what if He's left me a mission, and he wants me to get it done before He returns?" My brother asks with pleading eyes.

I sighed. "Don't ask me. As if I don't already have enough on my mind!"

He huffed and left for Diagon Alley. I went to my room and pulled out my mirror.

"Bellatrix Lestrange Current Location," I spoke, loudly and clearly.

The mirror flashed, then instead of showing a camera screen like it usually would've, three words appeared across the screen:

Plotting To Escape

Third Person's POV

It was just like any other day in the cold, dark cells of Azkaban - a fortress on an island in the middle of the North Sea that served as a Wizard prison - for the Lestranges. Bellatrix Lestrange, as usual, had her head rested on her arm, exposing her dark mark on her bare skin.

Sure, the living conditions in Azkaban were harsh, and normal Death Eaters would've gone insane, but Bellatrix had two things that managed to give her a little sanity.

One, was - obviously - The Dark Lord himself. Bellatrix knew that He would return after His downfall, and rise to power once more. Then, He would call his followers, and Bellatrix would be able to escape Azkaban - along with the rest of the imprisoned Death Eaters - to rejoin Him faithfully once again. But exactly when, she didn't know - no one did.

And two, was the little boy that no one except for their family and The Dark Lord Himself knew about. Her little boy, who would surely be twelve years old this year. Bellatrix's arms ached for her little boy to be in them - the last time she ever saw him was the day before she had her life sentence.

Bellatrix had named the little boy Julian. Julian Lestrange.