BLURB:
A man dies. A woman grieves. A ritual is done. A girl stumbles upon a journal. These things happen in this exact order and yet not at all, but the timing of things hardly matters. The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Severus
Tags: Time Travel, Drabble fic, Angst, Probably Won't Be in Chronological Order, Unrequited love, Diary/Journal Style Narration, Fix-It
Bellatrix Black
1961
The diary - or journal, it matters not - looks quite ordinary, like it could contain pages upon pages of half-coherent ramblings that the writer might have once hoped would amount to something, anything, only for them to amount to absolutely nothing at all. Such is the case usually for such parcels. Their inconspicuous appearance would more often than not perfectly reflect the utter banality that is most of the human psyche. There is a reason people underestimate unremarkable objects, after all, and that is because such objects are nearly always as underwhelming as their appearance would suggest. A journal like this one? It would very likely contain nigh nonsensical mnemonics for some random witch or wizard's OWLs review. Notes for Potions or Transfiguration. Perhaps even spellcrafting ideas that would never ever come to fruition, and are actually quite useless in retrospect.
Bellatrix Black, ten-year-old bibliophile extraordinaire and self-proclaimed thiasótis of wizarding history, knows this to be fact. In her numerous jaunts through her family's library, she has found such inconsequential journals aplenty.
This journal, however, seems to be an exception. If only because she hadn't found it in the library, but rather found it floating along the hall by the door to her chambers, as if waiting upon her.
It may look about as mundane as a student's daybook, its sawdust-colored leather cover worn but not too old, its spine wrinkled and showing a not unusual amount of wear, but upon seeing the first page, Bella knows she would be in for quite the broom ride.