These characters belong to J.k Rolling...
Do they even do that anymore?
Hi,
I've decided to start writing fanfiction after reading the most wonderful book, "Fangirl." It inspired me to develop my writing into a different path, to experience more of the world of words.
I somewhat dislike the idea of turning an independent woman character into a part of a love story, but this isn't one. Bellatrix's power is that she is evil for no reason, for the sake of being evil. To me, she seemed like a character with a great potential for a story, a development. I want to assume that she wasn't always so reasonless, that something led her to her way of living.
Sirius left in the beginning of the year. Afterwards, Bellatrix couldn't recall the way she felt then. The emotion was too taking, too deep, too forceful to ever be felt again.
It was desperation. She was desperate.
Because now, he was gone completely.
Now he will never be back.
Bella could barley put all details together to look at the situation clearly. Of course, Sirius has always been a rebel, and the days in the Black house weren't easy, with his objection towards all that his family believed in. Bella herself almost never agreed with him on any subject; food, politics or books. Their family. The world of magic.
He was two years younger than her, not that it ever mattered. The day he joined school she felt nothing of the emotions which took hold of her heart years later. He was only her little, boyish cousin, and she was only proud to see him sitting there with the sorting hat covering his forehead- but not he's gleaming eyes- even though they fought only the day before.
"So, Cereal, you ready for school?" she landed heavily on the seat beside him in his family's kitchen. Her parents dropped her and Narcissa in the Black house on the last week of summer vacation, so they could get to the train with her cousin. And so they themselves could go touring in Japan.
He made a face and shoved his chair back a little bit. Cereal was how his cousins and brother liked to call him to tease him. He hated it. Hated them. But back in those days, it was only sometimes that he felt hatred filling his throat whenever they were near him. "Shut up, Bella, I bet you don't even want to go back. Afraid of the ghosts, aren't you? I heard you telling Cissy last night. Or maybe it was the house-elves?"
Her face darkened fiercely. "I didn't! And anyway, I bet you'll end up in Hufflepuff. They're all chubby and pink, just like you."
He was putting on a mocking, vain expression when his father entered the room. Gramwell Black was a handsome, terrifying man, who's face reminded Bella of stone statues, and who's eyes were somehow full of shadows, yet clear and sharp. He'd heard her last sentence and made her shudder with a stare.
"No one in our family will ever, ever be in any way related to the house of Hufflepuff. Mark my words, Bellatrix." Every word almost caused her actual pain. "It isn't excusable to say such a thing. Go and find your sister." He laid his eyes on his son, his stare stiffening. "You are not a Black if you're a hufflepuff. That's below all standards." He crossed the room and went through the door. "Don't listen to her, Sirius, don't ever think of the hufflepuffs again."
Back in her room, with her sister by her side, Bella tried to imagine the fate of Sirius if her words came true.