A copy of The Daily Prophet is dropped in front of Ursa and she gasps as she is face to face with Bellatrix's mugshot. "Are they really just now reporting her escape?" Ursa says.

     "What are you talking about?" Harry asks.

     "She escaped back in mid-July. The Dark Lord broke her out."

     "Bloody hell." Ron says. "Why didn't they report it then?"

     "No idea."

     "Wait how do you know when she escaped?" Harry, Hermione and Ursa all look at Ron like he's an idiot. "What?"

     "You've seen the tapestry." Ursa whispers. "And I already told you she's my aunt. The Ministry warded her manor so they would know if she or anyone else ever went back there. Where the hell do you think she's hiding? In a cave? Do you really see a wealthy, high society woman hiding in a cave? She's at the manor." Draco comes up behind Ursa and sees the paper and Bellatrix's mugshot.

     "Are they just now reporting her escape?" Draco asks.

     "That's what I said. Some others have escaped now."

     "Oh fun. How many?"

     "All of the Death Eaters, inner circle, still in Azkaban. So nine."

     "Anyone horrible?"

     "Uncle Rodolphus and Dolohov."

     "Oof. Dolohov, that's not good."

     "Neither is Uncle Rodolphus. Especially if he's paired with Auntie. That's just terrifying. For a couple that doesn't love each other they sure work well together." Draco takes the newspaper from Ursa.

     "Dolohov?" Ginny says. "Isn't he one of the-"

     "Ones who killed your uncles? Yep."

     "How do you two know so much about this?" Harry asks.

     "You boys are real dumb in the morning aren't you?"

     "Oh right." Harry says before whispering. "How many Death Eater relatives do you have?"

     "3 through blood. Five if you include marriages. Well Regulus is dead so 2 through blood." Draco hands Ursa her newspaper back and notices Neville.

     "Ha, looks like Longbottom's rightly scared." Draco says.

     "Shut up Dray. Leave him alone. Tell your little gang to leave him alone too."

     "You ruin all my fun."

     "Boo hoo. Leave Neville alone." Draco rolls his eyes and walks away.

     "Why would Neville be afraid?" Hermione asks.

     "That is not for me to tell. He will tell you when he's comfortable."

     "He told you?" Ron asks.

     "No, Draco and I know through other means." Seamus walks up to them.

     "Harry, Malfoy. I wanted to apologize. Now even me mum says the Prophet's version of things don't add up. So, what I'm really trying to say is I believe you."

     "Thank you Finnegan." Ursa says before getting up. "I'll see you later." Ursa goes down the table to Neville.

     "M-malfoy." Neville says nervously.

     "Let me know if Draco or his friends give you shit about that." Ursa says, motioning to Bellatrix's mugshot. "I'll deal with them."

     "W-why would- why would they do that?" Ursa leans over and whispers.

     "Look Neville. I know what happened and so do they. I told them to leave you alone. Promise me you'll tell me if they do?"

     "Okay."

***

      Ursa slips into the Room of Requirement while Harry walks up to Neville, who's staring at the photo of the original Order. "Neville?" Harry asks.

     "Fourteen years ago... a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange... used a Cruciatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information... but they never gave in. I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet."

     "We're gonna make them proud Neville. That's a promise."

     "Yes we will." Ursa says.

     "M-malfoy." Neville says. "How much of that did you hear?"

     "Everything, but it's nothing Harry or I did not know."

     "You both knew?"

     "We saw Dumbledore's memory of Bellatrix's trial." Harry says.

     "I knew before then though." Ursa says.

     "How?" Neville asks.

     "How much do you know about Bellatrix?"

     "Not more than anyone else does."

     "Bellatrix Lestrange, pureblood and very, very proud of it. Born in 1951. Sorted into Slytherin in 1962. Married to Rodolphus Lestrange to continue a pure bloodline in 1971. Completely loveless but they get along and work well together. A little too well. No children. She joined the Death Eaters immediately after graduating Hogwarts and quickly became one of the best. She was always a little mad but her devotion to the- You-Know-Who, and the dark magic he taught her, made her become worse. Azkaban didn't help either. Imprisoned in late November of 1981 with Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. for the use of the Cruciatus Curse on Aurors Alice and Frank Longbottom who they believed knew where You-Know-Who's soul was. Escaped in July of 1995."

     "What?"

     "Yeah. Only nine Death Eaters actually escaped."

     "How do you know when she escaped?"

     "Why are you dragging this out Ursa? Just tell him." Harry asks.

     "I promise I'm getting there," Ursa answers. "I think he deserves to know a little about her. Where was I? Escaped in July of 1995. Proceeded to get her ass handed to her by a 15 year old. Now to the relevant stuff. Her maiden name is Black."

     "Like Sirius Black?" Neville asks.

     "Yes he is her cousin. She's a member of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

    "Aren't you a member of that?" Ursa nods.

     "Eldest daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. Older sister of Andromeda Black, now Tonks, who was disowned for marrying a Muggle-born and Narcissa Black... now Malfoy, mother of Draco and Ursa Malfoy."

     "So in simpler terms, Bellatrix is her and Draco's aunt." Harry says.

     "Yes. Sadly. According to my father, she went to the manor after she tortured your parents and boasted, which is why I knew. She apparently had a bit of a heart towards children since she did feel bad you were there and heard it."

     "Really? She felt bad?" Ursa nods.

     "Apparently she had a heart towards small children. According to my mother she adored me and she was my favorite person before she was arrested."

     "Why did you say she got her ass handed to her by a 15 year old?"

     "Because I handed her ass to her. When she escaped, she went to Malfoy Manor, looking for my mother. We didn't know who each other were, since I was two and blonde the last time we saw each other, so we ended up fighting."

     "You took her down?"

     "Yep. And another time I took her and my father down at the same time. There's a reason Harry asked me to help teach. I know how to fight. And I do it well. You were at the Yule Ball. That was a 7th year Durmstrang student I was fighting."

     "Wow. No wonder your friends are terrified of you."

     "More terrified of her being angry at us than her herself. I've seen her seriously angry once and that's enough for me."

     "You mean when I threatened to curse Crouch to insanity while Severus was dragging me out of the DADA office or when I cursed you for insulting my mother? I'm still pissed the dementors got to Crouch first."

     "Crouch. Pretty sure even McGonagall was terrified of you in that moment."

     "He's the one who convinced Bellatrix to go that night. He broke a two year old. Of course now Bellatrix and I hate each other. Your history with the Cruciatus Curse Neville, that's why I disarmed the fake Moody. I knew- I knew you were remembering it. That day. I had to stop it."

     "Are you sure you're a Malfoy?" Neville asks teasingly before tensing what he just said hits him. Ursa chuckles and Neville relaxes.

     "Some days I question it too. I've been told I am more like my disowned aunt than my family." They stare at the photo in silence. Ursa furrows her brow when she sees Peter Pettigrew. "Why the hell is Wormtail in that photo?"

     "You know Pettigrew?" Harry asks.

     "Yeah he was in the graveyard. Cut off his own hand. Betrayed your parents."

     "He was a member."

     "And now he follows the- You-Know-Who like a lost puppy. It's pathetic. More pathetic than Percy and Fudge and that's saying something."

     "How do you know that?" Neville asks.

     "Right. He doesn't know. Can I trust him?"

     "Considering he's terrified of you," Harry says. "Yes." Ursa chuckles.

     "Bellatrix isn't my only blood relative that is a Death Eater. My father is one too. He escaped having to go to Azkaban by using his money, power, and reputation to get away with claiming he was under the Imperius Curse. He made sure I was raised with the Death Eater rhetoric even if I was an ocean away. I know a lot about the Death Eaters and the war. And Neville, you have no reason to be afraid of me. I'm not like my aunt. I'm not like my father."

     "Oh. I didn't know that Malfoy." Neville says.

     "You can call me Ursa, Neville. I honestly hate being called Malfoy. Everyone says it with such distaste because they're used to talking about Draco."

     "Why do you often say 'the You-Know-Who?'"

      "His followers call him 'The Dark Lord.' That's all my parents have ever called him and what is habit for me. I often start saying 'The Dark Lord' and switch to 'You-Know-Who' because the older generations know only his followers or those close to his followers call him that. I would say his name but I would be in trouble if it got back to my parents... or the Dark Lord himself."