Pass This On

These are all pretty short. Sorry about that.

Dear Bellatrix Malfoy,

Where do I begin? It is the end of 7th year right now as I'm writing and when you receive this, it will be the beginning of 8th.

Bellatrix snickered. Rose had delivered the journal two months too early. She checked her calendar. The last day of 7th year had been one day ago.

I don't know what I'm going to do without you! This summer will be awful, and I'm fairly sure you've heard me say that a lot in all my letters over the summer. This letter isn't goodbye. This letter is to remind you who you are. If you ever forget who you are, I guess you should read this.

Bellatrix smiled at this. Rose always kept her in check when she fell apart. Being a Malfoy and being named after her psychotic aunt had a toll on her. Many of the students didn't want to be friends with her because of her name. Even her father had requested they change her name (she might've been named Delta Malfoy. In her opinion, it was far prettier than Bellatrix).

It was her grandmother that requested she be named after her sister.

You, Bellatrix Andromeda Malfoy, are not a Malfoy. You may be one by blood, but the fact you were placed in Ravenclaw says otherwise. You love animals, especially dragons for whatever reason, butterbeer, and any candy in the entire world. You are my best friend. So, always remember this: you are absolutely brilliant and every day of my life I will be jealous of your intelligence.

She beamed once again, staring down at her blue tie. She was the first Malfoy to ever not be in Slytherin, and was quite proud of it. She laughed once again when she read that Rose was jealous of her. Many had expected Rose to be just like her mother in every way, especially in academic accomplishment, but Rose chose instead to be like her father.

Not the brightest bulb in the box, not the dimmest either. She was extremely proficient in Quidditch, but her only excelling subjects were Transfiguration and Charms.

I may be Hermione Granger's daughter, but I am more my father than my mother. Never let any of what I said define you. Let them guide you, but that's it.

Oh and by the way, make a copy of all this. Some people might not pass it on. The stupid gits.

Bellatrix hurriedly made a copy of the book with a wave of her wand, flipping through the pages to check they were a match. Sure that they were, she went back to the original version.

Your Best Friend,

Rose Weasley

P.S. Pass this on to your brother.

She closed the book, groaning. Ever since 6th Year, Rose had a crush on Scorpius. What was in the letter was sure to be embarrassing. Still, she slid the journal into her trunk's front pocket and decided to give it to Scorpius on the train. She heard Hagrid calling out for all the students to head for the trains.

She dashed out the room, making her trunk float behind her. All throughout Hogwarts, the students ran about, their trunks floating behind them. She could see a group of Weasleys and Potters make their way towards the station. Rose was not with them.

"Hey, Bella," Bellatrix turned around to see her brother. Scorpius was still dressed in his Slytherin uniform, a Head Boy badge still on his coat. A matching Head Girl badge was on her coat.

"Hey, Scor," Bellatrix replied, sweeping her long hair into a ponytail, "I have something for you."

She took out Rose's journal from her trunk, handing it to Scorpius. She smiled slightly, and the twins headed out for the station.