Bella's Dilemma

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and whatever else you want to sue me for.

Summery: A recently engaged Bella, realizes she is in love with the charismatic Dark Lord, a man not approved by the elders of pureblood society.

Author's Note: This is dedicated to all those girls who stifle their love for family honor. They are not exactly courageous, I agree but sensitive towards the feelings of their family.

Prologue

Bellatrix

I was never the typical pureblood girl- never submissive, feminine or docile. I was however proud of my pureblood heritage, this was enough for my parents. They were convinced I'll not become a blood traitor like my aunt- Aunt Walburga feared. Her fears weren't exactly unjustified: I was extremely, fiercely independent, not that kind of girl who'd willing marry a boy chosen by her parents. That was one reason why she didn't want me to go to Hogwarts. But mother was very against sending me somewhere far off. And so I went to Hogwarts. It was here I met Rodolphus Lestrange, we became friends. He liked my spirit- free and fierce and he was fond of me. And that is why I decided to marry him. We soon got engaged, and this made everyone- our families and the pureblood society happy. It seemed like another happy ending to me- for I never realized that was not the end, not even the beginning of the end- oh no, this was the very beginning. The beginning of the beginning – the prologue of my story.

Chapter 1 Love at First Sight?

'This is Bellatrix, my fiancée,' Rodolphus introduced me to his friend Mr. Crouch, from the ministry and his wife.

'You probably know her parents- Cygnus and Druella Black?', he added.

'Yes, I sure do and I remember little Bells too,' said Mrs. Crouch, 'Druella is my second cousin, I remember seeing Bella when she was very little and now look at now, going to get married.'

I give them a typical blushing bride smile, convincing them I was very happy. But it was otherwise, and Rodolphus knew that, he knew my anti-social nature.

'Just bear with me this time, Bella,' he pleaded, 'Connections are important, this is my mission. You know that.'

I smiled when I heard this. His mission was what drew me towards him- his mission to establish pureblood supremacy. Pureblood dominance was what I believed from childhood. In school I and Rodolphus had fun showing those mudbloods there place.

And then when we grew up, my future father in law told me that his friend was coming back from a trip he undertook for knowledge and that he wanted us to help him in establishing pureblood supremacy.

I was shown his picture; he was handsome sixteen year old boy then. But that was not what captivated me. I had heard a lot about him too. He was raised in a muggle orphanage but was the last descendent of Salazar Slytherin. He opened the chambers of secret and unleashed the monster within, on mudbloods: a mudbloods actually died. Tales of his boyhood made me more and more curious to see him. Rodolphus had promised me that he'll introduce us, when he'd come. That would be tomorrow.

So I smiled cheerily too little Barty Crouch, named after his father. He couldn't be over 9, I though. When I enquired his mother proudly told me he was 8 yrs old. She seemed so proud of a stupid child, nothing but a scrawny little thing. I tried to remember again why proximity with these people was required; yes they were important in the ministry. At some point the Dark Lord would want followers there too willing or unwilling.

The moment to meet the great pureblood champion, was still hours away- each hour seemed like an anon to me. Each minute passed slowly, but I waited patiently. Twice I went to check my dress-robes, everything had to be perfect. My robes were green with silver lace work, Slytherin colors. This surprised my mother for I didn't like spending much time with clothes, that's what Narcissa does. I even borrowed mum's make-up and begged Cissy to help me dress up.

'Is there something special there,' Cissy asked.

'Why do you care, its not like you don't know,' I said rudely.

Cissy wasn't happy, she refused to help me –took away her make up too and I was forced to ask Andromeda. Now don't get me wrong, Dromeda's great with household spells and way better than me with make up but Cissy's the best. And I wanted to look the best –but right now there wasn't much time to deal with Cissy so I had to settle for the second best.

Andromeda didn't really use much make up; she prefers to use spells instead, much like mum. She also used a bit Sleekeazy's Hair Potion to deal with my split ends. All this while I was trying my best to think about Rodolphus' guest the mysterious pure-blood champion Dark Lord!

Rodolphus arrived to pick me up. I really didn't think it was necessary but Rodolphus said I'd look odd without an escort and that's why I agreed.

'You look stunning,' he complimented and I beamed.

We arrived there about fifteen minutes before He did. Everything was prepared and so we started talking amongst ourselves. It was like some reunion- all the old crowed was there: Rabastan, was obviously there- it was his house- and Nott, Dolohov, Uncle Evan* and Mulciber had joined us. A total of 8 followers, I counted not too well but it is a start.

I was complemented by them on my look and that made me really confident. There wasn't so much to chat about –still it was only after sometime did I settle down, which I did beside Rabastan at the lower end of the table (Rodolphus settled down on my other side.)

Author's note:

*Uncle Evan refers to Evan Rosier Sr.

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