The year was 1951, it was a late cold December evening, it was the night the first Black daughter was born. She had raven hair, sometimes wavy, sometimes straight and dark, deep hazel eyes. They called her Bellatrix. As she grew Bellatrix transformed into a beautiful woman with a fiery temper and strong belief in the values her parents bestowed upon her, she had relationships, one night stands, fights, and occasionally caused major damage.
Her fathers most treasured daughter and her mothers most stubborn, she grew to be favored by men and hated by their wives, and she just smiled and laughed at it. Life was good.
In 1967, at the mere age of fifth teen she began her training for Voldemort and her life would never be quite the same again.
This is her story, and the story of those she loved, hated, respected and knew.