June was the cruelest month in the year, he thinks. School has just ended, and their (no, his,) parents, were being particularly overbearing. After months of faux freedom, it stung to be back in their control. Mother was being especially nasty, her voice shrill in the air, ringing endless, wordless screams.
June was the month his brother had walked out without even a goodbye.
June was the month she took it out on him.
Bellatrix was a fierce girl; she had always been one. Quick with vitriol and curses, everyone feared, or respected her. She was popular, in all the wrong ways, and she was both feared and well liked. And she was very much like someone he knew.
He wondered if he clung to her because he was afraid of losing his memory of someone, someone so much like her. If she knew, she never said anything.
When she kissed him, she was harsh and demanding, almost angry. He knew whom she was thinking of when she did it, but he never said anything.
June was the cruelest month, because there was always a ghost between them.
