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December 15th, 1951

It took moments for Druella Black to decide that she didn't love her daughter, her first-born child. It was her husband who decided this for her with the harsh slap he gave her as soon as the Healers had left the Manor.

She could understand why he had hit her and why, after doing so, he had stormed out of the room, presumably straight to his study to drink his worries away. She had failed him. She had given him a daughter instead of the son he had so desperately wanted – no – needed to carry on the Black family name. Ever since the moment Druella had taken her pregnancy test and it had told him she was pregnant, Cygnus had been over the moon, ranting about his new son, what names, possible wives, his plans for his unborn son and what a proud father he would be. It had been the happiest Druella had ever seen her husband.

The newborn baby Druella was cradling in her arms had stopped that good mood. Not only had it stopped this good mood but also it had sent Cygnus into probably one of the worst moods his wife had ever seen him in. It was this that made Druella not care that her child was crying, and had been since she'd squeezed out the small bundle of disappointment.

Druella named her child Bellatrix, Latin for female warrior. Not because she looked at the child and thought she looked strong like a warrior, but because she knew that with her temper and hatred for the child coupled with her husband's her daughter would need to be a warrior to survive her childhood. Druella laughed a cold, dry laugh. Yes, Bellatrix would need to be very strong.

June 18th, 1953

Bellatrix Black had spent her first two years of life struggling to get her parents attention. No one cared much for the small child. There had, of course, been the relatives that had came to see her when she was born, but this only worked against Bellatrix. They all came, not to see the newborn baby, but to make snide remarks about how she wasn't the son the Blacks wanted. Everyone was ecstatic over the fact that they could finally shut up Cygnus Black about his 'perfect son' on the way.

It was lucky for Bellatrix that she had shown signs of magic so early, because if she hadn't it was certain that her father's attempt to throw her against a brick wall would have killed such a small person. But Cygnus wasn't expecting a bouncing baby. Showing such magic at such a young age would have usually made parents ecstatic but for the Blacks it only sent Cygnus into a rage which ended in him hitting Druella instead, which of course made Druella accidentally-on-purpose forget about the brat for a few hours whilst it cried and cried for attention.

But for now two-year-old Bellatrix Black was stood outside her parents bedroom, staring blankly at the door. The screaming had started hours ago now and when Bellatrix had gone to tell her mother to shut up she had been sent flying into the wall by a curse shot by her mother, after her father had said nearly every insult he could think of at the poor child, of course, and had been knocked unconscious until about five minutes ago.

Bellatrix Black wasn't scared of anything, not even her mother in a bad mood . . . or so she liked to tell herself. Her mother was the scary one, shouting and screaming at her with the odd curse thrown in her direction, her father still scared her but not so much. He'd simply shout and maybe once in a while she'd get a kick or a hit but Cygnus Black preferred to calm himself down with a large bottle of fire whiskey in his study. Of course, once Bellatrix got older her father's attitude and punishments would change, but she did not know this so she didn't worry.

The screaming stopped. Bellatrix ran to the door and lay down, trying to see under the crack under the door.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Cygnus snarled at his daughter.

Bellatrix looked up, without realising and without giving her time to react her father had opened the door and was now bending down to reach her. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet, glaring at her.

"Ow!" Bellatrix complained, "I was just wondering! Gerroff!"

She squirmed to try and get out of her fathers grip. This, of course, was the wrong thing to do. Cygnus slapped his eldest daughter hard then let go of her hair. "Insolent little brat!" Cygnus glared then walked over to sit down next to his wife on the bed.

Tears fell from Bellatrix's eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She stood there, staring at her parents, trying to figure out what they were doing until she realized something.

"You're not fat anymore, mummy." Bellatrix frowned, confused.

Druella gasped and grabbed her wand from the side "You little brat!!"

Her mother threw a curse at Bellatrix before she could move out of the way and for the second time that day she came to be unconscious.

Druella smirked then looked down at the new baby girl in her arms. Andromeda Black was loved the moment her sister had walked into the room. Cygnus seemed happy with his new daughter; Druella guessed it was because he was venting his anger on his first child. The disappointment.

January 31st, 1955

At the time of her youngest sisters birth Bellatrix Black was locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Her father had put her there the moment her mother's water had broken, he'd decided he'd put her there simply so he didn't have to worry about her, not that he ever really did. The cupboard under the stairs had become almost like a second bedroom to Bellatrix.

There was a knock on the cupboard door and Bellatrix sat bolt upright again and grabbed the broom next to her, ready to hit her mother over the head with it when she came to pull her out. She deserved it. Although it was not the harsh, cold voice of her mother that she heard, or even her father's deep, authoritive voice, it was the sweet and childish voice of Bellatrix's little sister, Andromeda.

"Bewwa?" She called out for her older sister.

Bellatrix smiled faintly, glad of the company of her little sister, even if they were separated by wooden door, Bellatrix still took comfort in the fact that Andromeda was there.

"Yeah?" Bellatrix replied.

"Oh Bewwa! I'm scared! Why's mummy scweaming?" The younger girls voice was trembling as she cried slightly.

"Don't cry Dromeda." Bella said as comfortingly as she could manage, leaning against the door "I dunno . . . last time though, when she was really fat, she screamed and screamed and then you popped out."

"O-Oh." Dromeda wiped her tears away then after a few moments a look of confusion overtook her face "But why she scweaming again? I'm already here so she doesn't need to scream . . . I'm confused Bewwa." She frowned, leaning against the door.

" . . . Oh you would be, you're still little. You'll know these things when you're bigger, like me." Bella grinned, in reality she didn't know either but she liked to seem big and strong to Dromeda. Bella loved the fact that someone cared about her, even looked up to her, so of course she played on that as much as she could.

The girls talked for nearly an hour before Andromeda's voice disappeared. Cygnus had come to show Andromeda her new baby sister. The next morning Bellatrix was let out of the cupboard by her mother. She managed to stay conscious the first time she saw Narcissa Black.

September 1st, 1962

Eleven year old Bellatrix Black was curled up on her bed, crying her eyes out, when her mother walked in.

"What on earth are you doing girl!? Get ready!!" Druella walked over to Bellatrix and dragged her up off of her bed by the hair, "Oh stop your whining!"

Druella walked over to her daughters suitcase, opening it up and rummaging through to make sure the troublesome brat hadn't put anything in there that would show up the Blacks.

Bellatrix eventually stopped crying and once her mother had approved of the things she had packed they left for the platform without giving her a chance to say goodbye to her sisters, her only friends at that point in her life.

In public Bellatrix was treated very differently. Druella actually pretended that she loved Bella, although of course this was only so that the entire wizarding world wouldn't think Mr and Mrs Black failures as parents.

This should have been a nice experience for Bellatrix, she should have been excited and happy as all of the other children around her were. This was after all her first day ever at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But as she left her mother and got onto the Hogwarts Express, the one thing that she was far from being was happy.

Druella never questioned why Bellatrix had been crying that day; she never cared enough to ask. When she got home to her husband after she had seen off her daughter she never even questioned why he had a smirk plastered on his face. Druella was only the beginning of what turned Bellatrix Black insane.

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