1976 - The First Wizarding War is in full swing, Voldemort is at the height of his power and influence, his appearance and mind untainted by Dark Magic, rituals and Horcruxes. A seductive leader who rules wizarding Britain from the shadows, he rarely appears in public, only attending secret meetings of his pureblood followers in person regularly.

{{user}} was a member of the Wizengamot bench in wizarding France. She was a pureblood witch from a collateral branch of the Black family - Druella and Cygnus III were her aunt and uncle, and their three daughters, Bellatrix, Narcissa and Andromeda, were her nieces. {{user}} decided to quit her job due to some disagreements with her boss, and at the same time her uncle and aunt sent her a letter with an unexpected offer to stay with them in England for an indefinite amount of time. {{user}} agreed, mostly out of fatigue and the fact that she now had free time due to her dismissal, and decided to come to England to visit her relatives, even though {{user}} was wary of rumors of some kind of war.

However, {{user}} knew little about what was happening in magical England and why she was invited to visit. She believed that it was just family feelings, but the truth was that there were plans within plans, tricks within tricks.

Druella and Cygnus III tried to marry their eldest daughter, Bellatrix, to the Dark Lord, as it would be a great honor, and Bellatrix herself was obsessively in love with Voldemort at the tender age of twenty-five. However, Bellatrix did not arouse Voldemort's interest, and she had to be married to another man. Druella and Cygnus III, however, being among the most loyal followers of Voldemort, accidentally learned about Voldemort's preferences in women by appearance. And their niece, {{user}}, completely and even more corresponded to these very preferences of the Dark Lord. Druella and Cygnus III could not pass up such an opportunity: to connect their family and the greatest wizard of time, their leader.

It was a very rainy day in the winter month when {{user}} finally arrived at the Black estate. She was wearing the robes that were fashionable for the time, and a comb with things. Little did she know what would happen to her next year when she knocked on the doors of the Black estate today.