China In Your Hand - T'Pau
I came across this idea while listening to T'Pau's China in your hand, and
the idea just kinda hit me. I couldn't be bothered to consult the book so a
few facts might be wrong. For the purpose of this story Bella is about 15
years older than Sirius, Narcissa and co. Voldemort would be about 31 when
Bella was 17. Also no, I don't hate Sirius I was just trying to portray
what Bella felt.
Bellatrix Lestrange was leaving hogwarts, leaving her home, her only
sanctuary against unloving parents, parents who were bitter of the loss of
the former dark lord Grinzelwald. Of course that brat Sirius hadn't helped,
the only boy, Narci was ok, her little sister. Sirius, her uncle's son, and
the sole heir to the Black fortune, just because he was a boy, a mere baby
at that. Because of that little brat who sat there gurgling innocently in
his pram, she had to marry into another pure blood family. The only
problem? She wanted a half blood, older man. They had been together since
the beginning of her 6th year, he was rumoured the next dark lord, but her
parents had already made their views on him clear. He couldn't live up to
their precious grinzelwald. Bella knew they would come around eventually
when they saw how powerful Tom was, but that didn't help because as soon as
she set foot of these grounds, Nicholas Lestrange would be waiting to whisk
her away to be married - if she didn't comply? Her parents would keep her
penniless and locked away from the world. They had made it abundantly
clear, she was to marry Lestrange.
Oh how she wanted to run to Tom, her mentor, her beloved, Tom only had to
kiss her and she would follow him anywhere. They held a dream, an empire
they could build, live with those worthy of magic, they would rebuild
existence, and together they could do anything. Oh yes, she would follow
Tom, married to Lestrange or not.
'It was a theme she had
On a scheme he had
Told in a foreign land
To take life on earth
To the second birth
And the man was in command'
In her dreams Tom lived only for her, she wanted him back, he would set her
loose from this prison they had carried her too upon his demise by the hand
of that Potter brat, another bloody baby boy to mess up her life, the same
way Sirius had, and he just had to be Sirius' godson. Sirius had gotten
what he deserved though, the cell a few down from hers, just because he was
innocent of the crime they accused him of, didn't mean he was innocent in
her book, bastard! She wanted to bring him back, back to life, he wasn't
truly dead, not her Tom.
'It was a flight on the wings
Of a young girl's dreams
That flew too far away
And we could make the monster live again'
He was back, he had come for her, she knew he would, she was sane and she
knew it, so long in azkaban had left her bitter for revenge on her fool
cousin and his semi adopted brat, to make matters worse, he had escaped
too, years ago, playing house with the boy. It made her shudder. The boy,
the Bain of her Tom's existence, Tom kept chasing him, if he had left the
prophecy where it belonged, ignored it, she wished it had stayed in the old
fraud, Trelawny's mind 16 years ago. But no, Tom was too paranoid for that,
he had to try and kill the weak brat, it was almost too much for Bella to
bear.
'Oh hands move and heart beat on
Now life will return in this electric storm
A prophecy for a fantasy
The curse of a vivid mind'
Her dreams had come true, but Potter still lived, her Tom was different,
colder, no longer her lover, but a harsh and hard master. She a cold and
desolate servant, but oh how she loved him still, wished they could be who
they were before Potter interfered. Her dreams had come true, but they
weren't what she had imagined, everything had turned out wrong.
'Don't push too far
Your dreams are china in your hand
Don't wish too hard
Because they may come true
And you can't help them
You don't know what you might
Have set upon yourself
China in your hand'
Tom was greedy now, it had started before he died, but he was much worse
now, letting out 14 years of frustration on the world, and still, still on
that Potter child. He killed anyone now, loved none, tortured her body with
cruitiatus, and her sole with cruelty of unrequited love. She knew now, he
was a child, a child had fallen in love with her, when she was a child
herself. A child with terrible power, funny really, just like the Potter
child.
The Potter child casting the crutiatus curse on her, her killing her
cousin, Voldemort casing the crutiatus curse on her, when did Tom become
Voldemort in her mind? Omens for our time in deed.
'Come from greed
Never born of the seed
Took life from a barren hand
On eyes wide
Like a child in the form of a man
A story told
A mind of his own
An omen for our time'
So her dreams had shattered, she should have been content to marry
Lestrange, she should have left Tom the day she left Hogwarts. They should
have stayed dreams, this should never had happened, she should never have
followed Tom and she should be able to put Sirius Black behind her now he
was dead, but he still haunted her, through the Potter brat, she was still
as trapped as she had been when she set foot out of Hogwarts..
'We take a flight on the wings of fantasy
Then you push too far
And make your dreams reality
Yeah! China in your hand
But they're only dreams
And you shouldn't push too far'
I came across this idea while listening to T'Pau's China in your hand, and
the idea just kinda hit me. I couldn't be bothered to consult the book so a
few facts might be wrong. For the purpose of this story Bella is about 15
years older than Sirius, Narcissa and co. Voldemort would be about 31 when
Bella was 17. Also no, I don't hate Sirius I was just trying to portray
what Bella felt.
Bellatrix Lestrange was leaving hogwarts, leaving her home, her only
sanctuary against unloving parents, parents who were bitter of the loss of
the former dark lord Grinzelwald. Of course that brat Sirius hadn't helped,
the only boy, Narci was ok, her little sister. Sirius, her uncle's son, and
the sole heir to the Black fortune, just because he was a boy, a mere baby
at that. Because of that little brat who sat there gurgling innocently in
his pram, she had to marry into another pure blood family. The only
problem? She wanted a half blood, older man. They had been together since
the beginning of her 6th year, he was rumoured the next dark lord, but her
parents had already made their views on him clear. He couldn't live up to
their precious grinzelwald. Bella knew they would come around eventually
when they saw how powerful Tom was, but that didn't help because as soon as
she set foot of these grounds, Nicholas Lestrange would be waiting to whisk
her away to be married - if she didn't comply? Her parents would keep her
penniless and locked away from the world. They had made it abundantly
clear, she was to marry Lestrange.
Oh how she wanted to run to Tom, her mentor, her beloved, Tom only had to
kiss her and she would follow him anywhere. They held a dream, an empire
they could build, live with those worthy of magic, they would rebuild
existence, and together they could do anything. Oh yes, she would follow
Tom, married to Lestrange or not.
'It was a theme she had
On a scheme he had
Told in a foreign land
To take life on earth
To the second birth
And the man was in command'
In her dreams Tom lived only for her, she wanted him back, he would set her
loose from this prison they had carried her too upon his demise by the hand
of that Potter brat, another bloody baby boy to mess up her life, the same
way Sirius had, and he just had to be Sirius' godson. Sirius had gotten
what he deserved though, the cell a few down from hers, just because he was
innocent of the crime they accused him of, didn't mean he was innocent in
her book, bastard! She wanted to bring him back, back to life, he wasn't
truly dead, not her Tom.
'It was a flight on the wings
Of a young girl's dreams
That flew too far away
And we could make the monster live again'
He was back, he had come for her, she knew he would, she was sane and she
knew it, so long in azkaban had left her bitter for revenge on her fool
cousin and his semi adopted brat, to make matters worse, he had escaped
too, years ago, playing house with the boy. It made her shudder. The boy,
the Bain of her Tom's existence, Tom kept chasing him, if he had left the
prophecy where it belonged, ignored it, she wished it had stayed in the old
fraud, Trelawny's mind 16 years ago. But no, Tom was too paranoid for that,
he had to try and kill the weak brat, it was almost too much for Bella to
bear.
'Oh hands move and heart beat on
Now life will return in this electric storm
A prophecy for a fantasy
The curse of a vivid mind'
Her dreams had come true, but Potter still lived, her Tom was different,
colder, no longer her lover, but a harsh and hard master. She a cold and
desolate servant, but oh how she loved him still, wished they could be who
they were before Potter interfered. Her dreams had come true, but they
weren't what she had imagined, everything had turned out wrong.
'Don't push too far
Your dreams are china in your hand
Don't wish too hard
Because they may come true
And you can't help them
You don't know what you might
Have set upon yourself
China in your hand'
Tom was greedy now, it had started before he died, but he was much worse
now, letting out 14 years of frustration on the world, and still, still on
that Potter child. He killed anyone now, loved none, tortured her body with
cruitiatus, and her sole with cruelty of unrequited love. She knew now, he
was a child, a child had fallen in love with her, when she was a child
herself. A child with terrible power, funny really, just like the Potter
child.
The Potter child casting the crutiatus curse on her, her killing her
cousin, Voldemort casing the crutiatus curse on her, when did Tom become
Voldemort in her mind? Omens for our time in deed.
'Come from greed
Never born of the seed
Took life from a barren hand
On eyes wide
Like a child in the form of a man
A story told
A mind of his own
An omen for our time'
So her dreams had shattered, she should have been content to marry
Lestrange, she should have left Tom the day she left Hogwarts. They should
have stayed dreams, this should never had happened, she should never have
followed Tom and she should be able to put Sirius Black behind her now he
was dead, but he still haunted her, through the Potter brat, she was still
as trapped as she had been when she set foot out of Hogwarts..
'We take a flight on the wings of fantasy
Then you push too far
And make your dreams reality
Yeah! China in your hand
But they're only dreams
And you shouldn't push too far'