There had been various attempts through the rest of their years at Hogwarts by Alice, to pick up a conversation. She had even mentioned quite a few times that she still cared for Bella, but the Slytherin hadn't taken it to heart...at least face-to-face. The dark haired girl would simply turn around, chin held high and make her way back into the little Slytherin group she had become a part of.
Within a few months of their last year, it was announced that Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black were to be engaged, and eventually married. Alice had always talked about the plan of life: to get married, to have children...but Bellatrix never wanted any children. And thankfully, Rodolphus had never asked that of her. Instead, they filled their time with other things. Darker things, things that others would not dare to speak of. Except for maybe them. They were a perfect match.
But through this all, there was always a gnawing at her. An emptiness that grew, more and more as time went by, after every soul she rendered to the Dark Lord. That growing void was where she was now. Standing before the house of someone she had never wanted to see or hurt.
"Are you ready, my love?"
His voice caught her in her moment of uneasiness, and she only looked up at him and nodded. She couldn't say anything, not for the task they were about to perform...