So, I'm taking a huge risk and posting my Bellamione story. I actually started writing Bellamione just for my own amusement.
I started writing backwards kind of….but I'm posting the first chapter, just to do it. If it sucks, oh well, I'm not going to school to be a writer, so whatever.
Anyways, my story starts off right after Harry, Ron, and Hermione are standing together after Harry broke the Elder Wand and threw it away. Bellatrix is obviously still alive. If anything else comes up that I've missed, I'll add in the next chapter if I even post it.
Oh yeah, ALSO, yeah, I know my story is like a lot of others. No, I'm not that creative and original. But I love the idea. Until Those Gilded Chains We Wear updates, here you go.
After Harry had broken the elder wand, he and Ron went back inside Hogwarts.
"I'll come in a minute," Hermione said to them. There were many Death Eaters standing around not knowing what to do, some were apparating, some were confused. Hermione saw Bellatrix as one of them who were confused. She slowly walked over to her still leaning against one of the broken pillars. She was gripping the side of it with this weird look in her eyes. She looked up and saw Hermione a few feet from her.
"What do you want, mudblood," she spat.
Maybe this was a bad idea, Hermione thought.
"I-I just wanted to see if you were okay," Hermione whispered loud enough for Bellatrix to hear.
"Why the fuck do you care? Get away from me! You've probably come to take me to the ministry so I can go back to Azkaban! Well I'd rather DIE before I go back there!"
"No, no! I had no intentions at all to do that! I was just worried about you, even if you are, or were, on the opposite side of me."
"You filthy bitch, you're either downright stupid or you really are lying to me."
"I heard you're a great occlumens, read my mind if you don't believe me."
Bellatrix flipped out her wand at Hermione making her jump a little.
"Wait," Bellatrix said, "How do I know someone's not about to come out and capture me the moment I yell a spell?"
"If you're so worried, why not apparate? Why are you still even here?"
Bellatrix put her wand away, "Why are you so worried? Why are you here?"
Hermione bravely gave her a small and sweet smile, "Because I think that you might actually be relieved that he's gone, but everyone's against you. I can make it so they're not, if you really want to change sides."
"After everything I've done? Who would give me mercy? No one, that's who!"
"I would."
"You mudbloods are as bad as muggles. And they say you're the brightest witch of your age, PAH!"
Bellatrix scooted still gripping the pillar to the other side. She was facing the mountains with an insane look in her eyes and her teeth gritted. Hermione stepped closer to her. I can still see the good in her, Hermione thought, I just need to stick with it, and maybe I can help her, and then maybe we can be friends, or even more…I'm going crazy.
"I forgive you," she said confidently. She pulled up her left sleeve showing Bellatrix the scar she gave her that still clearly read 'MUDBLOOD.'
"Remember when you cut me," Hermione said to her, "My blood looked just like yours. We're the same, and to me, to be the same as you, is a compliment, I say."
She pulled her sleeve down and waited a minute, then started walking back to the entrance.
"Wait," Hermione heard Bellatrix say in a firm, but almost pleading, tone. "I have a choice?"
"You can either run and get captured and sent back to Azkaban," Hermione said, "Or you can put a little faith in me and possibly not go back to Azkaban."
"Possibly not go back to Azkaban?"
"Well, I can't say the minister is going to agree with me. But it's worth a shot."
"Fine," Bellatrix grunted.
Hermione smiled, "Stay here, I'll be right back!"
Hermione had no idea what she was going to do or say to Professor McGonagall, or Harry and Ron for that matter. She walked up to Professor McGonagall.
"Ms. Granger," she smiled lightly.
"Professor, I have an odd question.. If someone from the dark side is willing to let us help them, and possibly come to the light side… can I help them?"
"The Ministry of Magic is creating something like a rehabilitation program. Are you speaking of anyone in particular?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and Harry and Ron walked over when they heard the infamous name come from their best friend's mouth.
"What about her?" Ron asked.
"She…She said she's willing to try, Professor."
"Well where is she?"
"Outside."
"Come with me."
Hermione started to follow when Harry grabbed her arm, "Hermione?"
"Trust me, Harry. I'll explain later."
Bellatrix was starting to regret it already. What was that stupid mudblood up to? She doesn't care about me. This is all a game. How dare they try to fool me now that the Dark Lord is gone. They would never mess with me this way if he was still here. Then again, I would never agree to go with her. I can now do whatever I want, without worrying about him.
Bellatrix placed her forehead against the pillar and whispered to herself, "Please, please, not Azkaban, no more…"
"Bellatrix," Hermione said getting her out of her daze.
Bellatrix turned around suddenly and saw Professor McGonagall. She gave her defensive look.
"It's okay, Bellatrix," Hermione said, "She's just here to help."
"Mrs. Lestrange, Ms. Granger has informed me of your decision to receive help from the ministry instead of returning to Azkaban, is this true?"
Bellatrix nodded her head a little and said lowly, "Yes."
"Well then, if you would allow it, I would like to escort you to the ministry of magic, along with Ms. Granger to speak with Kingsley Shacklebolt."
"Okay," Bellatrix answered hoarsely.
Professor McGonagall had no problem grabbing Bellatrix's arm as Hermione grabbed Professor McGonagall's other arm. They apparated to the entrance hall and everyone gasped as they saw Bellatrix. Bellatrix gave them a glare.
"Won't your friends be worried," Bellatrix whispered to Hermione.
"No, I already talked to them," Hermione answered.
Professor McGonagall still had a death grip on Bellatrix's arm. When they reached the minister's office, the door was already opened and Hermione followed Bellatrix and Professor McGonagall as they walked in together.
Shacklebolt raised his head with wide eyes when he saw Bellatrix. Bellatrix stared at him with no actual expression.
"Kingsley," Professor McGonagall started, "Mrs. Lestrange here has decided that she would like help from the light side to change her ways instead of being sent to Azkaban."
"Ahhh," Kingsley replied, "Well done, but, uh, why is Ms. Granger here?"
"She was the person who informed me," Professor McGonagall told him.
"And you talked to Ms. Lestrange about this personally," Kingsley asked Hermione.
"Just briefly, right after the war, at Hogwarts," Hermione told him.
"Well, we would love to work with you Mrs. Lestrange; you will, though, have to meet with my friend, Sybil Trelawney, once a week to track your progress."
"I won't have to talk to a therapist, will I?" Bellatrix asked accusingly.
"Well, I wouldn't know any other way…," he replied.
"I can watch her," Hermione said confidently, surprising herself.
Professor McGonagall turned to her, "Ms. Granger, are you sure you are able and ready to take on such responsibility?"
"I was the one who approached her in the first place. Why not? Besides, she's better off talking with me than with that wacko Trelawney."
Hermione looked over at Bellatrix and thought she saw a slight smirk.
"Well, alright, but we need to go over some things, take a seat, all of you while I look for my forms," Kingsley said.
Bellatrix sat stiffly in the middle of Hermione and Professor McGonagall.
"First off," Kingsley started as he was scribbling something down on the form, "Is there anything in particular that you ask of us?"
"Can I not be affiliated with my husband? I don't want to be Bellatrix Lestrange any longer. I'd rather be Bellatrix Black."
"That's fine, your husband, or now ex-husband is residing in Azkaban as we speak, so I don't think you'll be having to hear from him about the matter any time soon."
"And I agree with Granger watching me than someone who thinks they can just hypnotize me and get out all my dark secrets even if I don't want them to."
"It's settled then. I will meet with you two at the end of each week for the next month to check progress, and shall said progress have presumed, I won't be back until the end of the school year, which right now, because of the war, will be August 31 for seventh years. Sound fair? So starting today, May 2, 2008 until August 31, 2008, Ms. Black will stay in her own private suite under the supervision of Professor McGonagall and Ms. Granger at Hogwarts. Are you okay with this Ms. Granger?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"For now, Bellatrix can stay in a room here at the ministry until Hogwarts has built enough rooms for the students and extra bedrooms for guests. At the end of the sixth month, if I see it as fit, I will allow Bellatrix to go back to her manor, the Black manor, since no one resides there, as I am aware of. Hermione, I give you my full permission to be able to apparate inside and outside of Hogwarts to visit Ms. Black anytime you need to."
Hermione nodded.
"Okay," Kingsley said putting the papers away, "I'll show you to your room, Ms. Black. Professor, you are free to leave or stay."
"I should be getting back. Will you be okay, Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall asked.
Hermione again nodded and she apparated. Kingsley brought them to a large suite with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room.
"I've wards up that won't allow you to leave without mine or Hermione's permission."
He nodded his head and left Hermione and Bellatrix alone.
"This is really nice," Hermione said walking around.
Bellatrix just shrugged and plopped down on the couch.
"Well," Hermione said, "I should get back to Hogwarts now."
"You're going?" Bellatrix asked turned around in her seat. "Will…will you come back?"
"Yeah, Bellatrix, of course."
"Only because you have to."
"Well that, and because I care."
Bellatrix scoffed, "Whatever," and walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Bipolar much, Hermione thought before apparating.