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Ch.1

Black Manor- (1961)"You have to watch him." Druella Black looked at her eldest daughter sternly, handing Bellatrix the curly-haired three-year old-boy. Bellatrix twisted her expression to a look of disgust as the toddler squirmed in her arms.

(Bellatrix is 11, Sirius is 4)

"Your aunt and I will be back later." Walburga kissed her son on the forehead and put on a gray cloak. Her and Druella then quickly flooed themselves through the fireplace, leaving Bellatrix alone in the room with her baby cousin. Her sisters were elsewhere about the house.

She stared at him intently, before placing him down on the floor and returning to the couch, setting a good book in her lap. Only when she heard loud giggling did she look up from her book, searching for the source of the noise. Sirius sat on the ground, chewing on a long piece of wood. Her wand.

"How dare you!" She snapped, getting up from her seat and taking the wand from his grasp. He growled at her, and then turned away, arms folded. Bellatrix rolled her eyes, wiping the drool off of the wand with a silver handkerchief her father had given her.

Lying down on the couch, she covered her face with the book, trying to avoid the annoying glances Sirius was sending her. After a few moments, she relaxed, throwing herself into A YOUNGSTERS GUIDE TO A BLOODY BATTLE.

Minutes later, she felt a light tug at her head. She ignored it. Another tug. She lightly closed her eyes. "Cissy, stop it." She warned, thinking it was her naive younger sister, just trying to do her hair once again. Yet another tug, this time harder. She felt a sudden growl come up from her throat. One last tug, which pierced through her head, and she screamed in frustration.

Spinning around, she saw Sirius smirking, a strand of her dark black hair in his tiny fist.

Her eyes widened, and her lips curled in a menacing frown. Sirius didn't look too shaken. Without giving the poor boy a warning, Bellatrix reached to grab him, but he sprinted into the next room.

With a sigh of frustration, she ran after him, kicking off her boots and lifting her skirts. Why didn't they assign Cissa for this job? She likes kids, Bellatrix thought, looking for Sirius in the oversized kitchen. Then an idea hit her.

She went back into the parlor, sat down, and picked up her book. He was gone. She didn't have to worry about him. When mother and Aunt Walburga asked where he had gone, she would simply shrug her shoulders. Yes, it was a brilliant idea. But of course, that didn't last at all.

Sirius came out of the front closet, scouting the hallways before deciding that his mean cousin was not in sight. He stuck to the walls, looking cautiously around every corner. She must've gone back, he thought.

And sure enough, she was there when he returned to the parlor, reading away at her stupid book.
"What is your problem? Why did you chase me? I mean, I never really knew you were evil like that. I didn't do anything wrong. And what are doing, reading junk like that? You're weird, you know that? And I was just..." He babbled, trying to get her attention. It didn't seem to be working, and he talked louder and faster.

Bellatrix tightened her grip on her book. What was this kid's problem? Why couldn't he go play with dolls or something? She visibly noticed the increase of volume as he inhaled more air.

Subtly grabbing her wand, she pointed it at her little cousin, and muttered a word. "Silencio." She knew she wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school, but her mother would take care of that very soon.
Sirius's mouth instantly closed, and he couldn't open it once again. He glared at his older cousin.

So...This. Meant. War.