"So what's the plan?" Narcissa spoke as the three of them sat staring into the fire. The three witches equally wearing a stern and concerned look on their face. "we take who we can and go home Cissy" Bellatrix spoke. "anything that has been left behind has been sustained by the house elves. That house shall always be ours sister". Bellatrix was now trying to make eye contact with her younger sister. "then what?" Narcissa simply asked with no definitive tone. "We bite back at the hand that rarely feeds us", it's was Hermione's voice that responded this time. Starting to understand the plan that the older witch was developing.