Diclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor the story. I'm just a girl, obsessed with fanfiction.
Roses are black...
The only thing breaking the silence in the dark room was the wind and rain outside.
Bellatrix looked out of her window at the falling drops as they hit the windowpane.
Her dark eyes looked tranquil and mysterious as they hid behind strands of dark brown hair.
In her hand she held a book containing dark magic and their history, something that she had great interest in.
Her eyes did not resemble eleven years old, nor did her facial expressions. The things revealing her true age
was her small body. She sighed and continued to look outside the window,
like she was searching for something. Someone. Her thoughts started to trail off into her memories.
She was a young girl, five years old and sat in her room with her porcelain doll. Suddenly she heard a
loud crack coming from the boudoir. It was late and Bellatrix was supposed to be in bed, but she couldn't sleep.
Curious about this noise she tip-toed downstairs to see what it was. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she
could hear voices. Calm at first, then louder and louder: "I will, my lord! Just be patient!" It was her father shouting.
Nothing responded to it, but after a few seconds she could hear her father scream and yelp in pain.
She ran into the room in her small nightgown, her dark eyes wide open in fear. Her father layed at the floor, panting.
The person that'd done this to him turned around and faced her. He had black, well-kept hair and eyes almost as dark as her own.
"Mr. Black, who is this little girl enlightening us with her presence? One of your daughters I assume!"
Bellatrix' father stood up, trying to gather his breath. "Yes, this is my daughter Bellatrix." He quickly added. "Master."
The man measured her with his eyes and nodded, then walked over to her.
"Bellatrix, how old are you?" She managed to whisper out her age and he nodded again. "We will meet again, Bellatrix Black.
Now, be a good girl and return to your room." The man layed one of his hands upon her shoulder and guided her out of the boudoir
and to the stairs. "Good night, Bellatrix."
She jumped out of her memories as a loud crack of thunder appeared. She snorted and looked at her bed.
Laying there was a suitcase filled with dark, yet exquisite robes. She wasn't too fond of colours. Those silly things were to be
left with her older sister, Narcissa. Next to that was a small cage containing a little black kitten.
She took the last things she felt that she needed and put them in the suitcase and locked it.
"Bellatrix, your ride to Kings Cross has arrived!" It was her mother shouting from downstairs. She rolled her eyes, took the suitcase
and the cage and walked downstairs. Bellatrix looked at the hallway and sighed. Narcissa did not want to leave anything behind and
had at least five suitcases with her. Two house elves were already busy carrying the bagage into a green car sent from the ministry.
Quietly she took her own luggage and placed it within the vehicle. "Now, behave at Hogwarts, Bellatrix. Narcissa, do look after her."
Narcissa nodded and sat in the car followed by her younger sister. Their mother gave them a last wave and closed the door behind them.
Bellatrix' sister started to talk about all the handsome blokes at Hogwarts, her new dress and the best way to keep her hair healthy.
Not interested in this, Bellatrix looked outside the window and started dreaming again. She'd been doing this since she met that man
that her father called Master. Who was he, and when would they meet again? Interrupting her daydream, the car stopped with a jerk.
They were obviously at Kings Cross. The little man driving the car struggled as he was to carry Narcissa's suitcases.
Bellatrix did not approve of anyone but herself carrying her personal items, so when the little man asked to help her, she just frowned
and shook her head.
Aboard on the Hogwarts Express, Narcissa said goodbye to her sister and ran off to the other fourth years, including her lover; Lucius Malfoy.
Bellatrix' parents were both happy with her older sisters choice of company, as the Malfoy's were high on the rank of pureblood wizards.
Personally, she couldn't care less. She didn't care much for people in general, and they didn't care too much for her either.
Entering an empty compartment, she sat down and begun to read in her book of darkness as she liked to call it. The name amused her,
so she gave a slight chuckle. As she reached the chapter about lethifolds she heard a knock on the compartment door.
She walked towards it and opened. "What is it?" She asked with a calm voice. "It is in fact a he, and his name is Severus Snape. I wondered
if I could join you in this overcrowded compartment." She rolled her eyes and gestured for him to enter and to sit down.
"So, who are you? Considering I didn't see you last year, you must be a first year. I'm a second year by the way"
She nodded and told her name. There wasn't much more to say so they both remained quiet the rest of the journey,
both captured within their own world, reading a book. Then after a while they arrived.
Bellatrix had to join several other first years and follow a skinny man towards the lake.
All the first years got paired up and placed in a small boat, which automatically started to float across the lake. "Would you look at that! We're
moving without any help!" The person speaking was a chubby boy who looked at the surroundings with big eyes. Bellatrix snorted:
"Of course we are getting help. These boats are manovered by magic, you flobberworm brain." The boy looked at her strangely, not seeming to know
what on earth she was talking about when it came to flobberworms. Mudblood trash, she thought and rolled her eyes. Coming from the purest
pureblood family (next to the Malfoys) she had her opinions when it came to muggleborns and muggles. They were, in her eyes, nothing but scum.
They were met by a lady that couldn't be older than twenty, but she still looked very stict and proper. "I am professor McGonnagal, teacher in
transfiguration. When you enter these doors we will sort you into your houses. We have four: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I will
call your names alphabetically and then you will sit on a small stool placed on the plateau and get the sorting hat on your head, which will sort you.
No more questions? Good. Follow me!" Bellatrix gave out on of her famous snorts and joined the crowd as they entered the Great Hall.
After a few students had been sorted, it was her turn. The hat said Slytherin at once and she smirked while joining her table.
She sat next to Severus Snape and they started a conversation. After the feast, she followed the prefects and her fellow Slytherins and went to the
common room. While she got installed in her bedroom, two other girls entered while giggeling like mad. She rolled her eyes and continued to unpack.
Time passed quickly for Bellatrix when she was kept busy. Having to keep up the family reputation, she had to do homework, research and studying all the time.
The Blacks were known for being wise and hard working people and as the best student in her class, she managed to maintain that.
As I said; time passed quickly and all of a sudden it was christmas. She was to spend this with her family and left Hogwarts to do so.
Her trip home was as her trip to Hogwarts, and at the station she was met by a green car. When she entered the hallway at the Black manor, she was actually
happy to be home. It would be nice to have a break from all the homework and all the mindless chatter from many of the people at Hogwarts.
Her mother patted her and her sisters heads when they came home and shooed them upstairs to unpack.
That night, Bellatrix had a deja vu feeling. For no specific reason she sat in her room with her porcelain doll. She was supposed to be in bed, but couldn't
sleep. Suddenly she heard a loud crack from the boudoir and she hurried quietly downstairs. Only this time there was no shouting, only calm voices.
She stood outside the closed door in her nightgown, which was no longer for children, but for young ladies and made of black satin.
She knocked on the door and entered without permition. She knew that this called for punishment, but she did not care. She had to see for herself.
She had to see if the man was visiting again, and he was. He looked a bit older, but apart from that, nothing'd changed.
"Bellatrix Black, though this time more grown up I assume." She nodded. Her father walked over to her: "Bellatrix, why aren't you in bed, and what are
you doing here? I'm sorry, my lord. I will make her go immediately and make sure that she will be punished for this interruption."
The man shook his head: "No, she will stay. Bellatrix, how old are you now?" She answered his question.
"Eleven. Then you are at Hogwarts. Do you like it there?" She shook her head: "Many of the students are filthy mudbloods and we do not learn anything
except silly incantations and potions. I wish to learn more complicated, and perhaps darker things."
Voldemort chuckled and smiled at her. "Well, well. It looks like your daughter is quite magnificent. I must say, she's very wellspoken and charming."
"Oh yes, I am very proud of Bellatrix." She knew that her father only said this to impress his master, but did not care. It was the first compliment she'd
ever gotten from her father, and she smiled at it, then back at the man. "Yes, I think she will suit my little clique most perfectly when she grows up. Now Bellatrix,
as before; be a good girl and go to bed." The man layed one of his hands upon her shoulder and guided her out of the boudoir
and to the stairs. "Good night, Bellatrix," he kissed her hand, "and good bye for now.
It won't be long 'till the next time we meet."