My name is Bellezza Bella Gaunt. But no one can know this; if they do I would most likely be killed. I am Lord Voldemort's second cousin. At three years old my mother was killed. My father, morfin, was killed long before I was even born. I have been forced to live with muggles ever since. That is until now, the age of 11… Hogwarts Age...
The Hogwarts express roared to life, and warned all students of its soon departure. I had been in my currently empty compartment for the past hour. I was not over anxious, but excited to see what had been kept from me. My wand (which was in my hand at the moment) was Salazar slytherin's, which had been directly passed down from the once great wizard himself. It had probably seen so many horrible…
Just then a boy with slick, almost white blonde hair walked in, and after appraising me with a scowl, slid to his seat in front of me.
I wonder who she is, Draco thought. She is definitely part veela, he thought, with his eyebrows raised in an impressed way. And her eyes, they're black, cold, and hurtful. But they're beautiful, with purple speckles throughout them.
"Hello," the young malfoy said.
"Hi, I'm bellezza," the quiet, mysterious girl said.
Just then Crabbe walked in, and after looking at Bella, and looking at Draco said, " What are you doing with dis' mu'd blood?
Suddenly, her brooding eyes, flashed and seizing him by the collar, the small girl caught a nearby fly. "Crucio, she muttered" the fly twitched around painfully. "Avada Kedavra", she muttered finally. The fly fell to the ground. " You better treat me with as much respect as your do your own mum, or you'll be no more dead than this fly, understood?" she asked threatening.
"Y-y-es", he said, as he scrambled away.
Draco looked up with a smirk. I think i'm in love, he thought.