Title: Emotions

Series: Always Pure But Never Worthy

Author: The Angelic Vampire

Rating: PG-13

Summary: She has never been one for emotions

Spoilers: Yes, there's mention of something that was revealed in HP and the Deathly Hallows.

Word count: 415

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I didn't write Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, or the six before that. In plain English that means sadly I am not J.K. Rowling. Thus I do not own the Harry Potter universe, no matter how much I'd like to.


It tries to claw its way out of her, but she never lets it. She has never been one for emotions and won't let this get to her – she won't let it hurt her. She is strong, capable and ambitious. She is the quintessential Slytherin and is pure to her beliefs and the ones of her lineage.

It matters not that she is neither liked nor loved the most. It does not matter that Sirius – Black, power, grinning, family, traitor, love – abandons her to uphold the family honour. It is now scorched to her flesh and the agony that came with it, she treasures. It is the physical emergence of what might have once crippled her. It has been bled and burned out now and visible only to those she wants to see.

It matters little that Andromeda – sister, confidant, Black, regal, knowledge, muggle-lover, blood traitor – has stabbed her in the back and leaves her behind. She carefully ignores the letters sent to her, pretends to have burned them even when she keeps them in plain sight. If you know where to look.

It does not bother her that Narcissa – pretty, cunning, sister, Black, her charge, thief – marries the one she had set her sights on. She ignores the ink on her new marriage contract, it flows like sacrificial wine and pure blood from her fingertips to the Lestrange family tree. What Cissa wants, Cissa always gets.

And neither does burying Regulus – fool, Black, brave brave boy, stupid, naïve, silly little child – in silence hurt at all. A wet corpse or what is left of it, and she will never ever tell a soul, burned just easily as anything else did – she's always been good with fire.

And if she can ignore it all through sheer force of will, isn't she the best of them all? If her ambition isn't clouded by what they have wrought for her, isn't she superior to any of them? And what if her blood should flow just as red and easily as theirs? Isn't she the strongest and most cunning of them all? And what if it remains all bottled up inside? Isn't that how it is supposed to be done when it is done right? It tries to claw its way out of her, but she won't let it – won't permit it by Morgana! And yes, that makes her different from them. Even i they /i know that much, if nothing else.

No, Bellatrix has never been one for emotions.


AN: I hope you liked it.