A/N: One-shot collection of a day in the young life of each of the children of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. In this chapter, we see a typical morning in the life of young 6 year old Bella. RxR. FxF.
This whole collection is a submission for:
Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt Competition: A oneshot collection of five (each one over 500 words)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was early Monday morning as little Bella woke up in her room. Her tired eyes peered around the large space, barely recognizing the large portraits, their subjects snoozing in the frames. She threw the comforter of her bed off her body and jumped onto the floor.
"Molly!" she shouted out to announce her awakening and was met with the crack of her personal house-elf. In her arms was Bella's breakfast tray, consisting of eggs, toast and a bowl of strawberries. She placed the tray on the small table near her bedroom window, and then turned back to the small girl with a bow.
With her nose in the hair, Bella strode over to the chair next to the table and began to eat as Molly ran into her closet. Every morning, Molly would get Bella dressed and ready for the day. Her mother had no time to do this herself.
Molly ran into the bathroom with Bella's outfit and began to draw her bath, placing the clean clothes on the bathroom counter. "Miss Bella!" the house-elf called out as Bella was just finishing her strawberries.
After Molly stripped of her night-gown, she lowered Bella into the warm water, scrubbing her back, arms and legs with the sweet smelling oils and soaps that lined the edge of the tub. She lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner before finally washing out the suds and giving the little girl's body a final rinse. She dried and dressed the girl in a small, dark blue dress, white socks and polished black shoes, before sitting her in front of her bedroom mirror. This was always the hardest part of the routine: brushing Bella's hair.
"Stop it, Molly! Stop it!" little Bella screamed at the cowering house-elf, the hairbrush held across her chest like a shield. Bella glared at the ugly creature while running a hand over the throbbing part of her head. She knew her hair was unruly, and it needed to be combed every morning before it could be braided, but she hated when the elves would tug too hard.
"But Molly must brush Miss Bella's hair," the house-elf pleaded, approaching the small girl's hair slowly.
Bella's hand shot out and grabbed the hairbrush from the elf's quivering hands. "I'll do it myself," Bella said with a pout before turning toward the mirror.
The house-elf squeaked before running out of the room, forgetting the tray and twisting her ears in her hands. She hoped Missus would not find out she didn't not comb Miss Bella's hair herself. She twisted her ears harder.
Bella sat in front of the mirror, a look of concentration her face. She hadn't really done this before, but she had seen the elf do it all the time. How hard could it be if a stupid house-elf could do it?
She segmented her hair into many parts, running the brush slowly through each lock. This wasn't so hard. There were a few times the brush would snag, but Bella easily freed the knots with a little more effort. Her hair started to fall around her face softly as each tangle was removed. However, Bella's arms were getting tired. She didn't realize she had so much hair on her head and there were still a few locks left to brush in the top of her head. She would have loved to cut it all off but she knew her mum would never approve.
She ran the brush through the remaining pieces, the knots here stronger than the rest and they were hard to reach. Bella tugged and tugged, ignoring the pull on her scalp, and then snap!
Bella pulled back her hand to see a brush handle with no head. Her hand jumped to the back of her head, her fingers running lightly over the smooth back of the wooden brush head that was lodged in her hair. She tried to grip it but no matter what she did, the brush refused to budge.
A loud scream was heard throughout the manor, alerting all the inhabitants and the house-elves to the distress of the young Black. Molly cowered amongst the other house-elves, her ears red from constant pulling, before running back into Miss Bella's room. She was in much trouble with Missus now.
