You are now about to enter a zone where Dani & Angie, bring more chaos and madness to the lives of both Lestranges. These drabbles take place in random times of their lives. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling.

1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. act 52. bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. author's choice 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework.

Bellatrix’s hand reached for her pumpkin juice, the dark haired girl took a small sip as she over looked Rodolphus’s words once again. His blue-green eyes shone with amusement as he continued to spew out utter nonsense to their peers. Their eyes met, showing Rodolphus the clear annoyance on her face.

“Yes?” He questioned mockingly, as if challenging her to say something.

Bella gave a small cold grin, her eyes becoming fiercer as the seconds passed. With a simple wave of her right hand her goblet knocked over spilling juice all over Rodolphus’s lap. Ignoring him never felt so good.

“Why have you brought me here? You know I abhor the sun, Rodolphus,” Bellatrix demanded. They were sitting on an isolated patch of sand near the beach where the young couple resided, and Mrs. Lestrange’s mood was at odds with the beautiful weather.

Rodolphus sounded bored, but there was a crease between his raven eyebrows. “You’ve been spending too much time in those meetings, Bella. Let us men take care of it all. You don’t belong there.” It’s not safe, he wished to add, but refrained.

Bellatrix’s tone was deadly when she replied, “That’s where you are wrong, Rodolphus.”

It had not taken long for the small fire to grow out of control. Illuminating the dark common room, and giving Bellatrix a show. The raven haired girl ripped yet another few pages from the ruined textbook in her lap, ignoring the footsteps that echoed through the room.

Of course, Rodolphus wasn’t surprised, nor was he interested but, if Bellatrix set ablaze to the whole school he would need to know why. “Need I ask?”

“It’s Muggle Studies.” There was a moment of silence between the two, where only the small cracks from the fire could be heard.

“Carry on.”

“It’s an act.” Rodolphus said dully, his eyes tracing over the pieces left on the chess board. The simple game with his brother had begun to grow tiring. Especially since the other Lestrange’s attention was focused on something else.

“But she seems so nice around the Professors.” Rabastan’s said, his king moving to the first spot he deemed fit.

A loud shriek from the other end of the room drew in their attention. A first year girl had begun doing flips in mid-air, as Bellatrix stood on the armchair, twirling her wand around excitedly. Countless Slytherins cheered.

“Checkmate.” Rodolphus yawned.

Blood stains his small hands, and the boy sniffles and groans as his blue eyes absorb the large scrape on his knee. Pure blood like his, his father often says, must never be spilled, and though Rodolphus Lestrange’s four year old mind can’t grasp this statement properly just yet, he glares down at the oozing blood.

Next to him, a dark-eyed girl’s vivacious stare is locked on his knee. Curiously, she jabs at his injury with her index finger, and the boy yelps.

Giggling, she leans forward and looks at him mockingly. “Should I call mummy, baby Roddy?”

“It’s Rodolphus!”

“An order is an order.” Rodolphus’s mouth formed a thin, amused smile. They circled around the run down house, unsure of where the opening of the new hideout was. There was a certain schedule that needed to be followed; they had to find it quickly.

“Roddy. You know I won’t do it.” To complete a mission with Peter Pettigrew, someone who was far beneath her standards and a rotten double agent, was below her.

“Then what shall you tell the Dark Lord?” He ran his hand along a long line that trailed across the door.

“That I’m allergic to rats.”

There was nothing Bellatrix liked better than a good duel. And by good of course, she meant a duel with someone who was capable of holding a wand while not trying to run away after casting numerous shielding charms.

Yes. She loved good duels with a passion.

She did not however appreciate people like Rodolphus Lestrange who won on technicalities.

Technicalities.

As the Professor announced that the match was over, and to shake hands with her opponent, her nose rose slightly.

“You were lucky.” She spat.

His hand rested on her shoulder, his voice abnormally hot against her ear. “Sorry.”

They stood together, circling the short, trembling hooded figure; their expressions ranged between skeptical and bored, and Bellatrix’s seemed to be a combination of both, coupled with thinly veiled contempt.

“Well, Pettigrew?” Demanded Rodolphus, impatience tainting his composed tone.

As if on cue, the younger boy shut his eyes and began to shrink into himself. It happened faster than Rodolphus would have thought possible, and the large gray rat squeaked on the spot Peter Pettigrew had last stood.

“Impressive,” Malfoy allowed after a moment of heavy silence.

“Disgusting,” Bellatrix hissed, and gripped Rodolphus’ arm tightly. “I refuse, Rodolphus.”

He smiled.

“They’re dreadful.”

“No gift is dreadful Bella.” Druella insisted, giving her daughter a stern look.

She scowled, eying the wonderfully packaged box that had been tied in an elegant manner with a bright green ribbon. A small card was attached, and in neat script writing you could clearly make out the words: To Bellatrix, From Rodolphus. Mother forced me to give you something. Happy Birthday.

“They’re beyond dreadful.”

Andromeda made her way past her sister, brows rising once she noticed what Bellatrix held in her hand.

“It’s just a pair of socks.”

Bellatrix stood up, throwing it in the fireplace.

His grandmother’s ring lay flat on Rodolphus’ hand, and for a wild moment he wondered if he could refuse. If he could claim to need more time, to not feel certain. But then his father’s face filled his head and knew his feeble excuses would award him a slap that would leave a furious red mark on his cheek.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Rabastan asked, and what might have been a rare moment of honesty courtesy of Rodolphus, was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“It doesn’t matter.” He stood up. “Come on. We mustn’t keep the guests waiting.”

It was a simple sign, a jet of red light that was shot up in the air and lingered for a moment before completely disappearing. Obviously it was not the most hidden sign, but it would be overlooked by many Wizards and Muggles. It was, after all, only there to warn her.

Bellatrix stood, her eyes gazing up at the night sky. They had planned this, figured out every little detail. As soon as the light went up, her next action would be to retreat, return back to the Lestrange manor. Instead she turned away, going deeper into the unknown.