A/N: Just a one shot I came up with a while ago when I watched the latest film (deathly hallows part 1)...
Bella is one of the golden trio in this and also Voldemort's daughter. She chose her side when Voldemort killed her mother when he came back in her and Harry's fourth year although she was leaning towards Harry's side before.
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TINY
It was six years ago and we'd been found by some snatchers. I remember it so well cause it changed who I thought my Father was...
"Call him" Bellatrix had cried as I stood next to Harry. I turned towards Harry and pushed him towards the stairs.
"Go Harry!" I cried desperately stepping backwards and away from him. He looked at me alarmed as he grabbed on to Dobby's hand.
"Dobby now!" I shouted staggering back into the wall.
"NOOO!" Bellatrix cried throwing her knife at them as I exchanged a look of understanding with Hermione. She nodded as she gripped Ron's arm as if her life depended on it as dobby aperated them away.
"Father" I whispered as I slid down the wall I had backed into as Voldemort appeared in front of me. He kneeled in front of me as I kept my hand over my chest trying to stop the blood. I fell sideways as my hand came away from my chest. I heard a faint gasp as everything went dark.
I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a couple of times as a pair of red eyes came into focus above me. I groaned when I tried to sit up. I cried out as pain sliced through my chest. A pale hand pushed me back down onto the soft black sofa I was lying on in front of a roaring fire. He was crouching beside the sofa. A couple of tears slid down my cheek as I closed my eyes and turned my face away from the fire. I felt his hand wipe some of my tears away and cringed slightly. I heard him sigh slightly before speaking.
"I couldn't heal you properly the wound was too deep but normally you should heal soon" he said his voice cold but quite. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"T...Thank you" I stuttered feeling awkward. I was thanking the father who'd abandoned me and killed my mother and was trying to kill my best friend. I tried to sit up again with his help. So gently that it was unreal he pulled me into a sitting position by pulling me up with his hands under my arms. I smiled weakly when he pulled away. He turned away and went and stood by the fire.
"You've got your mothers eyes" he said quietly as I watched him. I flinched at the mention of my mother.
"You can't keep me here" I said quietly. He sighed.
"I know" he said quietly his shoulders sinking. He turned to face me as I looked down at the blue blanket that was on my lap. I looked up again when his hand lifted my chin up to meet his gaze. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that he looked tired in that moment.
"Things won't change when you go back to them" he said his voice cold as he turned back to the fire. I sighed he really was cold and heartless.
"I wouldn't think they would" I said sighing. I looked down at my hands as he walked back over. He crouched down beside and but his hand on my cheek. I looked up at him my gaze meeting his own.
"I...I'm so proud of you." He whispered as I doubled over in pain. He kissed my forehead as everything went dark.
I woke up later in a forest with a small bag beside me which I later found out held all my mother's letters to Voldemort and all kinds of other stuff like my mother's wand. I found Harry and Hermione in that would several yards away from I had woken up. Ron and harry had fallen out in the time I was gone and the rest is history really.
