A/N: This is a Bellatrix centred fic! It starts at a random point in her
5th year(a few weeks before winter break), and since I have no clue how old
she is in canon I put her as the same age as MWPP. I'm planning to focus
on her descent from B**** to Evil!B**** but I'm writing it as we go so no
promises.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own anyone you don't recognize!
Here gos:
CHAPPIE 1: THE SPOONS, THE SPOONS!
Bellatrix Black, AKA Queen Bitch of Slytherin, strutted through the dank dungeons to get to the great hall. Walking side-by-side with her good friend Emmeline Rhodes, they were currently discussing their plans for the fast approaching winter break. "Christmas in France, isn't that wonderful? I'm so excited!"
"Em, I envy you. I have the misfortune to know I will be spending all three weeks of vacation in my horrid cousin Sirius' company."
"When you think about it, he's not actually so bad...He does have all the regal qualities of a Black...he's just got his priorities wrong. Rooting for the wrong side, I guess you could say."
"You just like his looks."
"You can't deny he's gorgeous."
"Yes I can, he's my cousin."
"Well, anyway, I'll owl you everyday from France to let you know how much you're missing out on, don't worry."
"You're too kind, Em, really."
"Well, you know I'd have you come, only it's a family get-together type thing and my parents were really anal about that. But at least you get to go to the Potter's Winter Ball. That family can throw one helluva party, even if they ARE muggle lovers."
"Too true. Honestly, you'd think purebloods like themselves would have a little pride in their heritage. Can you believe they invited MUGGLEBORNS??"
"Simply outrageous. I still wish I could come, though."
As Emmeline said this, the duo reached the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table.
"Speak of the devil! French Toast for breakfast. Perfect."
"Yes, well, that's if you prefer food to your figure. You DO know how fattening French Toast is, don't you?" Bellatrix asked with a smirk.
"I..uh.well, oh shut up! I can have French Toast if I feel like it without consequence, thank you very much."
Bellatrix snorted into her plate. Merlin but she's so easy to tease, She thought.
Opting for a bagel instead, Bellatrix absentmindedly reached for a knife to spread the cream cheese...and came up with a spoon. She reached again, only to find two spoons in her possession. Finally bothering to look up, Bellatrix found no knife. There were no forks to be found either. Only spoons. Looking around, not one knife or fork was to be seen at the Slytherin table. Only confused faces, and spoons. "Wha...?" Was heard from somewhere across the way.
"It was those bloody Gryffindors," A voice hissed.
"Hmmm? What was?" Bellatrix asked.
"The spoons, the spoons! The Gryffindors transfigured all eating utensils at our table into spoons!" Severus Snape cried.
Looking across the way, Bellatrix could see the Gryffindors laughing hysterically at her own tables apparent befuddlement. Four Gryffindors in particular... "Well, that's easily fixed though, isn't it? Just transfigure them back," Bellatrix said with a bored sigh.
"No, there's some sort of charm preventing that," A bloke named Avery said.
"Oh. Well, I was feeling like yogurt today anyway," Bellatrix said. "I guess the poor bastards forgot we have potions with them first thing. Those smirks will be wiped off their faces in no time, I'll see to that." With an ugly sneer accompanying an otherwise quite beautiful face, Bellatrix finished her meal quietly deciding upon appropriate forms of revenge.
***
Ah, Potions. Bellatrix thought. One of the few useful classes offered at this muggleborn loving school. Too bad we don't have a decent teacher.
Bellatrix was right. In one aspect, anyway. Professor David Allen, brilliant potions brewer that he was, did not know how to teach. Or perhaps it was the fact that he loathed teenagers of any kind that hindered his teaching abilities. Vowing at each start of term that each was his last year, it was indeed a marvel (and a disappointment, according to the students) that he had continued teaching for 23 years. But this year was different! Yes, this was the last year, or all be damned! Well, one can hope, of course, thought Bellatrix sourly, in accordance with the teacher's latest outburst.
When was he going to turn around??? She surely couldn't "help along" a Gryffindor's potion when the professor was whining about teens at the front of the classroom!
Finally, a chance showed itself. Professor Allen had started moving from desk to desk, looking to find inadequate potions so as to take points off houses and give extra work. A nasty grin had replaced itself on his face. So this is why he's stayed on so long, Bellatrix mused. He's a power tripper. I'd hate to see him as headmaster... not that things could get much worse.
Jolted back to reality, Snape gave her a nudge. "Lets get to work," he muttered.
As fluid as a cat, Bellatrix pulled out the dragons scales she had procured for just such an occasion. Handing a few to Snape, they crept up behind some Gryffindors. Not the ones she would have chosen to take action on, but they had little time. Avery came from the side, and dutifully struck up a conversation with the poor, unsuspecting girl. "Hey Anna! How's the life of a poor half blood going? Been busy? I haven't taunted you in quite awhile."
The dragons scales were dropped deftly into the cauldron as Anna went red and her partner sprang up to defend her.
Seconds later, however, smoke began fiercely billowing from the cauldron. It erupted into flames and the class was given only a seconds warning before the potion flew out in every direction. The entire class, well, that is to say, the gryffindors, were covered in a slick and slimy rainbowcolored paste.
***
Watching the 5th year Gryffindors walk to their next class as a rainbow colored mess, Emmeline had to laugh. The looks on their faces were priceless! Well, technically, they would just fetch a very good price, as Emmeline had readied her beloved camera and clicked away throughout the entire scene. She captured the potions intial burst, the gryffindors reactions to their new state, the potion professor's look of fury as he saw that no Slytherin had been touched by the explosion...oh yes. Well, that. Very unfortunate. It had seemed a clever thought at the time for a shielding charm to protect against the explosion. However, in their haste to be on time to class, they forgot that it was a sure sign of guilt. Well, two weeks of detention was a small price to pay for this kind of glory. Not to mention that they still got their hogsmeade weekend free. I'm so glad I had the fortune to be named a Slytherin, Emmeline thought dreamily.
***
Yep, the first chapter. Be a dear and review!
The next chapter will begin at either dinner or detention that night.hmmmm what will the gryffindors do to get back at them?????
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own anyone you don't recognize!
Here gos:
CHAPPIE 1: THE SPOONS, THE SPOONS!
Bellatrix Black, AKA Queen Bitch of Slytherin, strutted through the dank dungeons to get to the great hall. Walking side-by-side with her good friend Emmeline Rhodes, they were currently discussing their plans for the fast approaching winter break. "Christmas in France, isn't that wonderful? I'm so excited!"
"Em, I envy you. I have the misfortune to know I will be spending all three weeks of vacation in my horrid cousin Sirius' company."
"When you think about it, he's not actually so bad...He does have all the regal qualities of a Black...he's just got his priorities wrong. Rooting for the wrong side, I guess you could say."
"You just like his looks."
"You can't deny he's gorgeous."
"Yes I can, he's my cousin."
"Well, anyway, I'll owl you everyday from France to let you know how much you're missing out on, don't worry."
"You're too kind, Em, really."
"Well, you know I'd have you come, only it's a family get-together type thing and my parents were really anal about that. But at least you get to go to the Potter's Winter Ball. That family can throw one helluva party, even if they ARE muggle lovers."
"Too true. Honestly, you'd think purebloods like themselves would have a little pride in their heritage. Can you believe they invited MUGGLEBORNS??"
"Simply outrageous. I still wish I could come, though."
As Emmeline said this, the duo reached the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table.
"Speak of the devil! French Toast for breakfast. Perfect."
"Yes, well, that's if you prefer food to your figure. You DO know how fattening French Toast is, don't you?" Bellatrix asked with a smirk.
"I..uh.well, oh shut up! I can have French Toast if I feel like it without consequence, thank you very much."
Bellatrix snorted into her plate. Merlin but she's so easy to tease, She thought.
Opting for a bagel instead, Bellatrix absentmindedly reached for a knife to spread the cream cheese...and came up with a spoon. She reached again, only to find two spoons in her possession. Finally bothering to look up, Bellatrix found no knife. There were no forks to be found either. Only spoons. Looking around, not one knife or fork was to be seen at the Slytherin table. Only confused faces, and spoons. "Wha...?" Was heard from somewhere across the way.
"It was those bloody Gryffindors," A voice hissed.
"Hmmm? What was?" Bellatrix asked.
"The spoons, the spoons! The Gryffindors transfigured all eating utensils at our table into spoons!" Severus Snape cried.
Looking across the way, Bellatrix could see the Gryffindors laughing hysterically at her own tables apparent befuddlement. Four Gryffindors in particular... "Well, that's easily fixed though, isn't it? Just transfigure them back," Bellatrix said with a bored sigh.
"No, there's some sort of charm preventing that," A bloke named Avery said.
"Oh. Well, I was feeling like yogurt today anyway," Bellatrix said. "I guess the poor bastards forgot we have potions with them first thing. Those smirks will be wiped off their faces in no time, I'll see to that." With an ugly sneer accompanying an otherwise quite beautiful face, Bellatrix finished her meal quietly deciding upon appropriate forms of revenge.
***
Ah, Potions. Bellatrix thought. One of the few useful classes offered at this muggleborn loving school. Too bad we don't have a decent teacher.
Bellatrix was right. In one aspect, anyway. Professor David Allen, brilliant potions brewer that he was, did not know how to teach. Or perhaps it was the fact that he loathed teenagers of any kind that hindered his teaching abilities. Vowing at each start of term that each was his last year, it was indeed a marvel (and a disappointment, according to the students) that he had continued teaching for 23 years. But this year was different! Yes, this was the last year, or all be damned! Well, one can hope, of course, thought Bellatrix sourly, in accordance with the teacher's latest outburst.
When was he going to turn around??? She surely couldn't "help along" a Gryffindor's potion when the professor was whining about teens at the front of the classroom!
Finally, a chance showed itself. Professor Allen had started moving from desk to desk, looking to find inadequate potions so as to take points off houses and give extra work. A nasty grin had replaced itself on his face. So this is why he's stayed on so long, Bellatrix mused. He's a power tripper. I'd hate to see him as headmaster... not that things could get much worse.
Jolted back to reality, Snape gave her a nudge. "Lets get to work," he muttered.
As fluid as a cat, Bellatrix pulled out the dragons scales she had procured for just such an occasion. Handing a few to Snape, they crept up behind some Gryffindors. Not the ones she would have chosen to take action on, but they had little time. Avery came from the side, and dutifully struck up a conversation with the poor, unsuspecting girl. "Hey Anna! How's the life of a poor half blood going? Been busy? I haven't taunted you in quite awhile."
The dragons scales were dropped deftly into the cauldron as Anna went red and her partner sprang up to defend her.
Seconds later, however, smoke began fiercely billowing from the cauldron. It erupted into flames and the class was given only a seconds warning before the potion flew out in every direction. The entire class, well, that is to say, the gryffindors, were covered in a slick and slimy rainbowcolored paste.
***
Watching the 5th year Gryffindors walk to their next class as a rainbow colored mess, Emmeline had to laugh. The looks on their faces were priceless! Well, technically, they would just fetch a very good price, as Emmeline had readied her beloved camera and clicked away throughout the entire scene. She captured the potions intial burst, the gryffindors reactions to their new state, the potion professor's look of fury as he saw that no Slytherin had been touched by the explosion...oh yes. Well, that. Very unfortunate. It had seemed a clever thought at the time for a shielding charm to protect against the explosion. However, in their haste to be on time to class, they forgot that it was a sure sign of guilt. Well, two weeks of detention was a small price to pay for this kind of glory. Not to mention that they still got their hogsmeade weekend free. I'm so glad I had the fortune to be named a Slytherin, Emmeline thought dreamily.
***
Yep, the first chapter. Be a dear and review!
The next chapter will begin at either dinner or detention that night.hmmmm what will the gryffindors do to get back at them?????