This is my first fan fiction I have published. I have used the name Bella. It is NOT a crossover story with Twilight, I just like the name! Disclaimer: I do not own 'Harry Potter' etc.
Chapter 1
The ceiling was a pasty yellow that August morning. The clouds were out of sight and the atmosphere screamed depression. It was no wonder that the letter would arrive then. I was sitting with my roommates on the Slytherin table, when a large tawny owl glided down to where I was eating, with a royal blue letter between its majestic beak. The bird looked bored and snooty as I paid it and it flew away without a backwards glance. My confusion and anxiousness at receiving a Ministry letter was betrayed by my shaking hands as I fumbled to open the seal. Meanwhile, the rest of the student body who had singled out the blue letter as one from the Ministry, was staring at me in curiosity. When I finally got the contrasting red seal open and read the letter, I dropped it in horror. What was written inside the letter was not something I ever wanted to be told.
My parents had been arrested for following the Dark Lord and were in Azkaban prison awaiting a trial. The letters formality and bluntness made me feel like another worthless human being forced to accept this news at gun-point. The woman who wrote is sounded bored at the repetitiveness of having to write another apology letter to an immediate family member of a prisoner. I read the letter again and took in the unwanted information. It finally hit me that my beloved parents were not coming back. They were guilty and there was no way that they would get out of Azkaban Prison.
I dropped my fork immediately on the silver plate, causing a loud crash to echo around the vastness of the hall. I stood abruptly causing the bench to screech across the marble floor and strode out of the hall, feeling hundreds of pairs of eyes burning into my back. I shook with sorrow. When I finally got away from the stares, I mindlessly traipsed through the corridors, going round in endless circles. I returned to Slytherin somehow and sat, back strait, on the green sofa. My heart was breaking and I couldn't bring myself to cry. My eyes were wide open and staring at the flickering fire, mesmerised. I was transfixed by the flames and was oblivious to the portrait hole opening and allowing someone to enter the common room. It was only when the sofa moved and someone sat down next to me that I awoke from my hypnotised state.
"Bella?" The voice seemed kind and I slowly looked at the person that it belonged to. He had big eyes that told stories of danger. His hair was white blond as the moon and his smile was inviting.
"Draco." I acknowledged him and went back to staring half-heartedly at the mesmerising fire.
He just sat there and waited for me to speak. It took a long time, but finally I turned back to him.
"My parents are in Azkaban." And I finally opened the bursting flood barrier to my tears and wrapped my arms around my boyfriend's neck. He wrapped his strong arms around me like a cage and I melted into their familiar comfort. My parents may be gone but Draco would always be there for me. I cried tears of sorrow out of my body and allowed myself to be lead to bed. I gratefully lay down on the comfortable mattress and Draco pulled the duvet over my body. He stayed with me until my red, swollen eyes had closed. He returned to his dorm and vowed to make me feel better, whatever the cost.
