The Bellatrix Black Story
CHAPTER 1: A Wicked Little Girl
There was once a young girl named Bellatrix. Now, you mark my words, everybody knew she was rotten from the very beginning. She would put snakes and spiders in her eldest sister Andromeda's dinner bowl; she cut Narcissa's hair while she was sleeping, so that the long hair that went to her waist was somewhere around her ears; and showed a great devotion to the Dark Arts. Well, she got her Hogwarts letter when she was eleven, just like everyone else, but she still showed an unusually strong interest in the Dark Arts—unlike most of the population of Hogwarts, except for those few that would likely reside in Slytherin house. Two and a half weeks before term started, the Black family went to Diagon Alley to buy all the supplies that the three Black sisters would need during their first, second, and seventh year at Hogwarts.
Just after they stepped out of Gringotts, Bellatrix piped up, "Mum, why can't we go to Knockturn Alley? There's BETTER stuff down there! You took Narcissa and me a few days ago, remem...," but Bella was cut off by the trepidatious look on her mother's face and Narcissa's elbow in her back, which was not exactly too comfortable, to be honest.
"Knockturn Alley?" asked Andy with a quizzical look. "KNOCKTURN ALLEY?! What on Earth were you doing there?"
"Well," replied their mother very stiffly, "Bellatrix wanted to go and so did Narcissa, and I'm POSITIVE that you didn't want to go."
"Right you are Mum. 'Cause you see, I'm not some sort of Dark Arts freak like...like, little Bella here," Andy retorted while resting her hand on Bella's shoulder.
Bella threw her sister's arm off her shoulder and whispered menacingly to her, "Yep and I'm proud of it...BLOOD TRAITOR!" She had screamed the last two words so loudly that it made passers-by stare. "Bye, I'll meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron at 5:00 p.m." From there she ran off down Diagon Alley and with a mischievous grin, slipped right into one of the cool, dark shops at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, without so much as a second glance towards the bright and sunny world of Diagon Alley.
CHAPTER 1: A Wicked Little Girl
There was once a young girl named Bellatrix. Now, you mark my words, everybody knew she was rotten from the very beginning. She would put snakes and spiders in her eldest sister Andromeda's dinner bowl; she cut Narcissa's hair while she was sleeping, so that the long hair that went to her waist was somewhere around her ears; and showed a great devotion to the Dark Arts. Well, she got her Hogwarts letter when she was eleven, just like everyone else, but she still showed an unusually strong interest in the Dark Arts—unlike most of the population of Hogwarts, except for those few that would likely reside in Slytherin house. Two and a half weeks before term started, the Black family went to Diagon Alley to buy all the supplies that the three Black sisters would need during their first, second, and seventh year at Hogwarts.
Just after they stepped out of Gringotts, Bellatrix piped up, "Mum, why can't we go to Knockturn Alley? There's BETTER stuff down there! You took Narcissa and me a few days ago, remem...," but Bella was cut off by the trepidatious look on her mother's face and Narcissa's elbow in her back, which was not exactly too comfortable, to be honest.
"Knockturn Alley?" asked Andy with a quizzical look. "KNOCKTURN ALLEY?! What on Earth were you doing there?"
"Well," replied their mother very stiffly, "Bellatrix wanted to go and so did Narcissa, and I'm POSITIVE that you didn't want to go."
"Right you are Mum. 'Cause you see, I'm not some sort of Dark Arts freak like...like, little Bella here," Andy retorted while resting her hand on Bella's shoulder.
Bella threw her sister's arm off her shoulder and whispered menacingly to her, "Yep and I'm proud of it...BLOOD TRAITOR!" She had screamed the last two words so loudly that it made passers-by stare. "Bye, I'll meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron at 5:00 p.m." From there she ran off down Diagon Alley and with a mischievous grin, slipped right into one of the cool, dark shops at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, without so much as a second glance towards the bright and sunny world of Diagon Alley.