The Harry Potter universe and its characters belong to J. . Beatrice, and the story surrounding her belong to me!
(Kitty cats and little girls)
Beatrice was a well bread, well read, well established 8 year old. And, as a well bread and pureblooded little witch, Beatrice was well aware that maybe, maybe climbing a tree to save her poor little kitty cat was not something the heir of the Fawley House should be doing at 5 pm, just before tea time with her mother.
"Beatrice, what on Merlin's name are you doing?" asked her mother "Beatrice…are you wearing your new robes?" she shrieked.
"Yes…" said Beatrice "Mathias was stuck mother, I was trying to help him."
"GET DOWN RIGHT NOW! How dare you? You are to have tea with me and Walburga in 15 minutes, why must you embarrass me so? GET DOWN, you foolish little girl, NOW." Hester Fawley was normally a calm and collected witch, but her eldest daughter had a tendency of making her forget all those years of etiquette classes. The girl was a complete whirlwind, and at 8 years old she should know better.
"Alright, no need for the Malfoy's to hear us from across the country" Beatrice whispered as she climbed down. "Has Mrs. Black arrived yet?" she asked a little louder.
"No, now come here. CIPKEY!" screamed Hester. A small house elf popped in, looking at her mistress adoringly "How can Cipkey help, Mistress?" she asked.
"Take Beatrice to her room now, and make her presentable. I want you down in 10 minutes, don't you dare be late." She threatened "Now go."
"Yes Mistress" and with a loud POP, the elf and the now completely subdued little girl disappeared from Hester's sight.
(Maybe some tea might help)
"SIRIUS BLACK! YOU UNGRATEFUL, FOUL, STUPID BOY. Get DOWN, DOWN right now." Screeched Walburga Black "We are leaving, COME DOWN"
"But I don't want to go Mother, must I really?" asked the black haired little boy "It's going to be boring."
"Clean your face and don't pout, is unbecoming of your status. I do not care if you're bored or not, you will come. Hester and I are finalizing you marriage contract and you will be there with me. You can play with darling little Beatrice" said Walburga, while looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"I am NOT marrying Bea! We are best mates, you can't make me!" screamed a red faced Sirius "Why do I even have to have a marriage contract? I'M EIGHT!"
Walburga caught her son by the arm "You will do as I say, or you will regret it. Now let's go, I don't want to be late." She picked up some floo powder "FAWLEY MANSION". And they were gone.
(But maybe, it's not so bad)
"Stay still, what is wrong with you today?" Beatrice was restless, and she was tired of waiting for Mrs. Black and Sirius to arrive. Finally, as she was just about to start whining to her mother about how itchy her robes were and how she would much rather be wearing anything else, or really, nothing at all instead of the pink, frilly robes she was forced into, Walburga stepped out of the fireplace with Sirius in tow.
"Hester, darling how are you?" she asked, smiling. Sirius rarely saw his mother smiling so he was quick to understand that these were the best moments to do whatever he liked, because his mother was rather worried being nice to the beautiful Mrs. Fawley, and not paying attention to him.
"Hey Bea" he said, looking to the scowling girl "What is that?" he asked pointing to her robes "since when do you wear pink?"
"Since never, you dolt. Mother made me. As I suppose your mother made you wear that ridiculous outfit." She said smirking at her friend.
"Yes, well, the heir to the most noble house of black always has to look his best" he said, in his best Orion Black impression "Anyway, you know why I'm here right?" Sirius whispered.
"Not really, mother never tells me these things. Do you know?" Bea asked her friend
"They are finishing our marriage contract!" he made a face "Can you believe it? We are 8, and we are best mates... Why we need a sodding contract is beyond me."
Beatrice was silent for a while "But…" she hesitated "Do you mind? You know, having to marry me?" she asked blushing.
"Yeah, but not because of you. I reckon I would marry you anyway. But I won't marry just to make my mother happy." Sirius said, seriously "But don't worry, It will work out somehow" he said.
"Yeah… sure".
Sirius didn't notice the way Bea's eyes filled with tears, nor did he notice how quiet she was for the rest of the afternoon. But, you can't really expect a 8 year old boy to be conscious of anything except himself, food, and the need to play quidditch at all times.
Author Note: So, this is my FIRST fanfiction. I hope you like it and if you do please review this story, it would mean the world to me! If you find something wrong with it and/or have any suggestions please tell me! I'm looking to get better! Sorry if it's not really good, but I am trying Thank you very much for taking the time to read my story!
I will post a new chapter every week! (and bonus ones if I'm feeling inspired)