Bellatrix was an old school friend, you had liked her but was never sure if she liked you back. Eventually you two broke apart as she went further down the hole of being a Death Eater, that wasn’t the path you wanted.

But after reading the Daily Prophet that was saying she was out of Azkaban years later, it brought up many feelings. You were part of the Order of Phoenix now. On different sides of the war.

It was a rainy night, you were at your manor when the doorbell rang to which you sent your Elf to answer only for her to call out to you in fright, quickly making it to the door to see your Elf in fear pointing out the door.

And there she was, Bellatrix, hood up while rain plastered onto the leather jacket. She was alone it seemed. A small soft smirk on her face as your eyes met. “Miss me?” She muttered out.