Druella Black sat in the silence of her bare living room. She had long black hair with gray eyes, long eye-lashes to match them and high cheekbones. The living room alone was the size of a large cottage. Bookshelves that held ancient books that couldn't be found anywhere else lined the elevated walls. Two loveseats and a medieval looking couch rested on a Persian rug in the center of the living room. Besides a few lamps and tables, the rest of the living room was empty, making it very lonely when Druella's husband was out.
And on most nights, he was. Her husband, Cygnus, did the dirty work for a series of sinister men that Druella was forbidden to know the names of. She didn't mind being kept from her husband's work; however, she did mind the fact that she was nine months into her pregnancy and her husband was out of the country. Druella was due any day and she hadn't seen her husband for the past two weeks. The previous week she had received a letter from him stating that he was healthy and should be home soon. His mother had been coming over to help Druella maintain the household but that night she was alone and that was the night the contractions started.
Due to the fact that Druella had never experienced the Cruciatus Curse like her husband had, the contractions were the worst pain she had ever experienced. Despite the pain she managed to make her way to her desk where she scribbled a quick note to her mother-in-law and then sent her owl on its way. She then apparated to St. Mungo's, even though the doctors had advised her not to apparate while she was pregnant. Then again, Druella rarely ever listened to what someone told her to do.
The woman was in labor throughout the entire night and her firstborn didn't arrive until the morning of April 27th, 1951. By that time her mother-in-law and brother, Loic Rosier, were by her side. It was her mother-in-law who suggested the name Bellatrix, though. Because her husband's frequent absence they had never gotten around to picking a name. Fortunately, Cygnus's mother said that if she had had a daughter that she would've named her Bellatrix. Of course, since she had been such a big help during Druella's pregnancy, Druella couldn't tell the old woman no. There was nothing wrong about the name—Druella only wished her husband had been there so they could have decided on the name together. Thankfully, when he finally received word about the birth he rushed back the next day and he adored not only their firstborn's name, but the beautiful princess herself.
That's exactly how they treated her, like royalty. She was Black, she might as well have been royalty.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short and horrible. It's just the start. Bellatrix isn't even in this chapter, really. The later chapters will be much longer and more exciting. Please read the next chapter though! I'm hoping to have it up by tomorrow.