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~Chapter 1~
The thing with 'me and Edward' was there never was a thing because there never was a 'me and Edward'. My name is not Isabella Marie Swan. My name is Bella Tiadora Salaura. My father is not that pitiful muggle Charlie Swan but Demetrius Venchenso Salaura, a death eater; a follower of the dark lord himself. That makes me the daughter of a death eater and not any old death eater but a very high and powerful one. So of course I am respected. Sadly I can't be initiated for another couple of years but I still get sent on missions like this.
My mother was very beautiful strong witch. Note I say was for a reason. She was killed during the war when some sick person on Dumbledore's side used some type of spell that imitated my voice screaming help. It distracted her for the one second they needed for Albus Dumbledore to kill her. My mother's name was Tiadora Rose Salaura. I remember when we found out she was murdered. We instantly suspected Dumbledore and a witness confirmed our suspicions.
My dad and I weren't the only ones mourning and swearing revenge but someone no one would expect. Belitrix Lestrange. Belitrix Lestrange is my Aunty and my mum's sister, as well as being Aunt Narcissa's sister. So the Malfoy's were mourning but they didn't experience the same pain we went through because they were with their mother, the woman of their family, the family she had chose to begin. But we don't have my mother the person we want the most; my mother, Tiadora Rose Salaura, such a beautiful name. My hero, because as stupid soppy and boring as this sounds she was always there for me, I could rely on her. I always felt safe with her. So I thought no one really knew the amount of pain I went through when she died. My father and Aunty Bella probably did but I didn't see it that way, blinded by my own pain. I just thought I had lost my mother and was hurting. I was eleven then and should have been going to Hogwarts but there was no way I was going to a school run by that muggle loving fool who killed my mother. So I was home schooled. I've never been to Hogwarts.
Now you've seen my sentimental side, you know I'm not a total witch. Bad joke. But don't get used to it. As tragic and soppy as my story is I'm not. I grew up with death eaters for goodness sake. I don't cry when someone hits me, I strike back speaking metaphorically because most people know not to try and hit me. I mean I am Bella Salaura.
Now let's get back to the vampire mission. When the dark Lord returned I was sent on a mission to this dump, Washington Forks, to find out about some vampires Dumbledore might be recruiting for the war. I had to use a memory charm so people would think I was that pitiful muggle's daughter. The worst thing I had to do was pretend to be in love with that joke of a vampire Edward Cullen. At times I couldn't help but laugh at Emmett. Also I couldn't help thinking to myself if I was that pathetic muggle, Isabella Swan that I was pretending to be I might actually respect Rosalie. But I'm not and to be honest her attitude is quite petty compared to the Malfoys, they can be so stuck up but our family can always put them back in their place.
Back to Edward, when he dumped me I wanted to fry his brains but as smart as he thinks he is I don't think he has any. I wanted to use the Cruciatus Curse on him. Sadly I couldn't have even though my hands were itching to. I would have blown my cover, I could have revealed our plans to that muggle loving fool Dumbledore. He was so lucky we were in his world and not playing in mine because he would have regretted the day his parent's decided to make the tender act of love. The thing is I'm not sure if I still have the trace on me, I am still under seventeen. We are a very high family in the wizardry world so the minister and my father are quite friendly which really can come in handy. I'm not sure if father took the trace off of me yet so I couldn't have used the Cruciatus Curse.
I am so happy to finally returning home. It's been so long since I've seen father. It's weird to be going back home to him. I take one good look around the room with my already packed trunk before apparating. I am an under age wizard but I'm allowed to apparate; probably something to do with father. That's the good thing about being home schooled by a death eater, I know how to apparate. The process of apparition is simple, quick but not exactly fun. Sometimes I get this really queasy feeling at the pit of my stomach; I apparate the feeling engulfing me in the normalness of wizardry, the process leaving me almost steady. Makes a difference to the normal reactions.
Salaura Manor. Home Sweet Home. It's good to be home. I charge down the corridor leading to the place I'm sure my father will be. A pair of arms grabs me at the waist and swings me round the way only one person can.