With all the talk of her son and how he may be feeling with his first day approaching, Bellatrix thinks, for the first time in a long time, about her own nephew. Draco. She had only met the squealing babe once before she was carted off in a flurry of curses and screams. He was oh so pink, and even fresh out the womb his hair reflected off the opulent chandelier lights of Malfoy Manor.