The skinny little girl sits alone on the train, gazing out the window and pushing away her dark curly hair, which keeps falling into her face. She fingers the 12 ¾ walnut wand in her hand, and hums a tune quietly to herself. She has already changed into her Hogwarts robes. No one attempts to join the little girl, seeing as she doesn't exactly give off a friendly persona. And this doesn't bother her in the slightest. She likes being left to her own devices. She has a strange little smile on her face, and is staring off into the distance. Hours go by, but she doesn't leave her seat once. As night falls and the train slows to a stop, she still doesn't move, but waits patiently for the ruckus outside her compartment to fade away before she finally rises from her seat and makes her way to the boats, where she doesn't push or shove, but sits like a statue as she shoots through the lake with the other first years, her face empty of emotion, contrary to the children seated around her, whose faces are full of awe as they catch their first glimpse of the majestic castle before them. She enters the Great Hall with the other students without gasping at the magnificence of it, and when her name is called from a long list, she doesn't hesitate. She steps up and sits down on the stool without an ounce of nervousness visible in her face. She stares out at the sea of faces all looking at her and doesn't once quiver or shake. Her hands are placed delicately in her lap and she waits patiently to be placed in her House. After placed on her head, the Sorting Hat promptly shouts "SLYTHERIN" and she makes her way to the table with the hint of a smug smile etched onto her face. When the Sorting is finished and food appears on the table, she calmly fills her plate and eats quite slowly, unlike her new classmates, all of whom are stuffing their faces like starved animals. The students make their way sleepily to their dorms, most of them wearing content looks on their faces and talking with new friends. But the girl's face is like stone, and she walks alone. Most of the girls in her dorm fall asleep almost instantly, but the young witch's dark eyes stay open for a while. Then, so very late at night when everyone else is most surly having dreams of all sorts, Bellatrix Black begins to hum quietly into the darkness.
Author's Note: So, I'm not really sure where this came from but I really liked the idea of doing a story about the life of Bellatrix Lestrange and have been meaning to for a while, thus resulting in the piece of writing you have just read. This is just the introduction, so the next chapters will actually be from Bellatrix's point of view, and hopefully a bit longer. I'd really appreciate reviews and follows… the next chapter should be up soon, but remember that I'm more motivated to write when I know someone's reading. So…. Reviews! Follows! They're all appreciated. Thanks!
-WRW