Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling so I don't own any of her characters or settings and I'm not making any money out of this story, it's purely for fun. I only own my OC's and that's about it. Now that's cleared up, enjoy!
Chapter 1 Diagon Alley"Funny seeing our friends on the wanted poster isn't it Marcus" Father smirked at the empty shop window which use to hold the many bottles of potions and ingredients. Now Bellatrix's face is pasted across the windows, smirking. This was one of the hundreds which littered the windows and doors of abandoned shops or the few which remained open. The constant glare from all the death eaters followed every movement.
"Maybe I'll have the pleasure to have my face on these windows soon" Marcus smirked back to father then they began to walk further into Knockturn Alley, where it got duller the further you went. I turned towards my mother blocking her path before she ran after father again.
"Mother I need to pick up my new skirt as my other one is far too big; father ordered one last week" I informed my mother who nodded her head in reply and scuttled over to my father. Honestly she's as useful as a lap dog, always at my father's feet.
Shaking my head I wandered back into Diagon alley which was as bare as Knockturn Alley, everyone was in groups of three or more. Thank goodness I don't need my brother and father to walk me everywhere; this is one benefit of my family's known history. As I got closer to my destination a shop stood out from the rest: where bright fireworks were banging, potions were bubbling and contraptions spinning, twisting and walking. Even though the shop looked like a child's paradise the first thing I noticed was the ginger hair and the blood traitor's names underneath the huge moving heads of the Wesley twins.
"Wonder how long they're last until they get killed" then I noticed the sign calling the dark lord U-NO- Poo."Not long by the looks of it, their begging for it" I mumbled and turned into Madam Malkin's shops which was just around the corner. Finally getting out of the cold I found something even more unsightly; mudblood, blood traitor and Harry freaking Potter.
"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that again Potter" I recognized the snarl from anywhere. At the sight of wands pointing I just stood there until Madam Malkin broke the arguments.
"You must be Belladonna Clarke" Madam Malkin looked relived as all the attention moved onto her new visitor. Funny how big and bad the trio act even though they tremble and recoil behind that fool of a headmaster.
"Please do call me Clara, Belladonna is such a mouthful." It came out more of an instruction than a polite request.
"Great, two arrogant idiots in one room" the disgusting Ronald Weasley mumbles between his equally dirty friends.
"Your calling me an idiot, is it not you who is fighting the dark lord" I smirked towards them then began to strut to front desk pushing the trio of fools out of my way in the process. I know it's not clever to speak about the dark lord in front of them but who cares it's not like they can prosecute me. They've already checked our manor, there's nothing there as anything illegal is hidden in a secret location in Wales
"I'm here for my new skirt" I stated simply waiting for it to appear in front of me. Madam Malkin took one last nervous glance at the drawn wands then scuttled somewhere in the shop to retrieve my skirt. I'm sure those idiots won't start anything with three known supporters in the room, I'm sure they were far too busy trying to decode our conversation.
"Clara how is your sister? I heard about the engagement to Nott, a very good choice if I must say; Pure blooded and rich" Narcissa began while ignoring the things behind me. The mudblood snorted at her comment but I choose to not associate with that filth, she'll probably be dead soon along with her ghastly family.
"Very well, she has chosen a beautiful dress but you will be invited to the wedding so you'll be able to see it then." I politely spoke to her as I have great respect towards Narcissa, any women who can put up with her snake of a husband is respected by me.
Madam Malkin placed my tiny skirt on the desk and turned to me and inspected me.
"Are you sure the skirt will fit my dear, it appears to be very small. In fact I remember selling the same size to a girl half your age" She replied after looking at my body for a moment. How rude, how dare she look down on me like that? It's not any of her business about what size I am, some people need to learn to keep their mouths shut. I turned and smiled politely at the women before giving an answer.
"I don't believe it's any of your business about what size I am thank you very much, now let me pay for my item before I do something I'll regret you rude cow" I sneer at the women who eyes dropped to the desk then quickly got on with packing the skirt up and counting my money up.
"Do give your brother my congratulations; I'm sure you parents are extremely pleased with your brother's latest achievement. I'm sure it's a great honour for your brother." Narcissa tried to not give away the fact by brother is now a death eater in front of listening ears which may cause us problems.
"Yes, it is a great honour. Father was extremely pleased with the news. Draco has you been okay this summer?" I asked Draco knowing full well how much pressure he's been put under due to his father.
"I'm perfectly fine Clara, I'll speak to you on the train about it" He paused and raised his upper lip at what was behind me "away from the dirt plaguing us right now" Draco raised his nose at the people behind me. I'm sure he will only tell us the most basic parts of the summer, he's never been someone to show weakness.
"I'm sure Pansy's missing you" I smirked at Draco who looked disgusted by my comment. Pansy had been sending me letters throughout summer describing her encounters with Draco; though I'm sure most of it is made up. I do have a strong friendship with Pansy but after a while of the daily Draco talks, it quickly becomes very bothersome.
"Don't be mean Draco, Pansy is a lovely girl" Narcissa scolded her son while I picked up my new skirt. I when I was turning towards the door saying my goodbyes I hear nasty comments from the two parties. I giggled at Narcissa mocking the chosen one's godfather and I left before I saw the outcome of the situation.
I passed the Weasley's who where stood in front of their sons shop dressed in their typical second hand clothes. I wrinkled my nose at the smell that came from them as I tried to get around them. All of them turned and stared at me which being to really annoy me.
"Trying to look at what a proper pure blood should look like" I snarled at the staring family. Why am I the only one who has manners around here, I began to tap my fingers on my arm waiting for them to move.
"If you mean a family which punishes the innocent in groups like cowards. Then no. I'm looking at a murderer who believes they're superior to everyone. Don't fool yourself Clarke, you're family is as pure-blooded as Harry and Hermione "The older male Weasley barked, who I'm guessing is the father to the army of filthy children they have.
"I think you'll find they have no right to steal our magic plus they aren't helpless, they're the ones blowing each other up including our ancestors. Maybe we should try and burn them to a stake or wrap a weighted chain around their ankles and see if they can swim to surface. My family history says different, blood traitor. Unlike you we don't mate with pigs."I countered his assumption waiting for another unintelligent insult.
"I'll give you some advice, don't listen to all the fascist remarks made by your father and have your own opinion about these matters instead of hanging onto every ridiculous word he says. You're no better than Hermione or us." His 'advise' caused me to have a laughing fit at the people who stood in front of me and the new members who have just appeared behind me from Madam Malkin shop.
"If we're giving advice to each other, how about I give you some. Why don't you try telling that to a muggle who's holding a gun at your head from being different? Just like they do too people who believe in different religions. If you don't think they won't kill us all in a minute as we're a threat to their life. Then you really are idiots. Also I would suggest taking a bath the next time you leave that farm of yours, I could smell you lot a mile away." I calmly replied then I turned to the two ginger twins next me who was glaring at me from insulting them and their family.
"Do you really think it's wise to use the dark lord's name as a joke? Then I'd like to see you laughing when they come knocking on your door, or should I say smashing your door down" I smirked at the two blood traitors who continued to glare at me. What a stupidly brave family, nobody in their right mind would purposely try to aggravate the dark lord.
"You nasty bitch, don't you dare talk to my family like that before I make sure that smirk is smacked off your face." The old ginger women screamed at me, an unwise move due to my family who just be happening to be watching the whole thing from behind them.
"I do believe you've just threaten violence against my daughter; who in turn never threatened you once. You know I would believe you and your plagued children would stay out of the way of people more superior to you. I hope you remember that I'm head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. So I think it's wise for you to shut your mouth you old hag and don't you dare talk to my daughter like that again or you'll regret it." My father snapped at the older Weasley's. I've always seen my father as a calm man until this point, he was never raised his voice at anyone. Not even at that freak Dumbledore.
"I would watch your mouth as well; I heard what you just muttered to your little friends about my little sister. Trust me Potter; your dead mother can't save you forever." Marcus growled towards Ronald who began to cower behind his mother.
"Come along Belladonna, we need to go home so I can finish up with work. Leave these pigs to breed amongst themselves" Father instructed me while holding out his arm then with a bang we were at our manor again.
The house elf's where rushing around trying to make every square of the marble floor spotless. I strolled up the white marble staircase towards my room where my owl Fay sat on her perch. The owl's brown feathers clashed against my dark green walls, the tawny owl looked annoyed by the fact I have left her all by herself today with no one to bother. So I picked up a few owl treats to try and win her over again, this succeeded and now Fay happily flopped by the fire place. Which is her routine after a few treats.
I looked over at my packed leather bag which reminded me I have to go back to Hogwarts soon and I knew for a fact this year will be horrible. With all the exams and revision but also by the way Draco is acting. I hope he's feeling better by the 1st of September or it will be a long journey.