Bellatrix Lestrange, formerly Bellatrix Black, was eldest of her two sisters, Narcissus and Andromeda. Bella, as her sister would call her, could overpower the two of them combined in a duel. She was that powerful. She was always so talented. She could do anything. She was the smartest, prettiest, and quickest of her family. It seemed she had the "perfect" life.
But, could something that she desired out of her talents cause her to lose everything? Could it cause her to just forget about everything and ruin her life?
Bella had potential. She would want to learn more and more of magical… and muggle things. She like to pick flowers with her sister Narcissus, until her mother told her no pure-blood should be involved in such dirty blood practices.
As a ten year old, Bella stared out her window. Why hasn't it come yet? It was almost time for the next year, and still nothing! She sighed and glanced out again, looking up at the sky, hoping that the giant bird would just fly out of the sky.
Then, there was a flick on the glass… and a hoot. She turned and smiled. The brown feathered, majestic owl flapped its wings, and in its mouth, laid a square envelope. "To Bellatrix Lestrange" it read. She smiled again and ran out to retrieve it.
. . .
"What house are you going to be in?" Her six year old sister, Narcissa, asked. Her "Cissy" was filled with excitement, as always.
"Slytherin, of course." informed Bella, "Where all the worthy pure-bloods are placed." Cissy almost cringed at her reply.
"You're starting to sound a little like daddy." Said Cissy. Cygnus Black was a strict man who only believed that pure-bloods were truly magical. In which he raised his children the same way.
"Don't worry, Cissy. When you get my age, you'll realize the tragedy of mixed blood. Andromeda seems to not realize that. I wonder what will happen to her when she grows up. She won't be a great asset in life if she keeps loving the muggle ways."
Andromeda was eight at that time. She was the least liked by her sisters and parents. She didn't seem to understand why mud-bloods were so hated, or why muggle practices were sent to the earth by the devil. Her sisters excluded her from everything. Her nickname was… Andromeda had no nickname from her sister.
. . .
The ceiling seemed so real. Bellatrix couldn't believe it. She was finally walking on the floor of the Hogwarts Great Hall. From the fantastic things in that room, her eyes always drifted to the night sky on the ceiling. She felt as if the gleaming stars were leading her somewhere- No!
No! "Don't be amazed by Hogwarts!" her father told her "We're sending you to that place for the education only!" She had always listened to him, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the wonders of the place.
As Bellatrix sat on the stool, she felt no nervous tension as everyone watched her. The old woman placed the hat on her head. Almost immediately, the hat jumped… almost like in fear.
"Ahh… One of you. Another one. Well… Slytherin!" Bellatrix smiled and jumped off the stool. A roar of applauses and clapping came from some tables. Bellatrix could barely hold in her tears.
. . .
After she got her things settled, Bellatrix climbed into her bed she chose: right next to the window. The way she liked it. In four years, Narcissus would be with her, enjoying this wonderful place.
Bellatrix looked out the window to the gleaming stars. She let the moonlight shine gleam her eyes. Then she closed them, hoping to go to sleep fast to make the night go faster. For the exciting adventure she'd have the very next day.