Late

Bellatrix bounded through her house doors and to the stairs leading to her dorm, her youngest sister, Narcissa at her heals.

"Bella, where did you go earlier? You know you aren't supposed to go off school grounds. You can't get into trouble again. Professor Dumble…" The blonde child continued as she skipped up the steps, running after her older sister. Narcissa was twelve, four years Bella's junior.

"If you don't leave me alone, Cissy, I will hex you into next century. Do you understand." Bellatrix growled spinning on her heels, and staring down at her little sister. It was a statement rather than question. "I don't care what that old fool, Dumbledore says; hear me?" She raised an eyebrow, giving her sister a warning look.

Narcissa took a step down as she stared at her older sister, determining if she'd follow through with the hex or not.

"I've done it, and I will do it again. Just ask Andy." Bellatrix's voice interceded into Narcissa's thoughts, as Cissy determined the value of truth to them. Andy was Narcissa's older sister and Bellatrix younger.

Bella was the oldest of the three Black girls, their ages ranging from 16, 14, and 12; each in a different year at Hogwarts. Bella was a sixth year student and excelled at potions, Andy a fourth year, her specialty transfiguration, and Narcissa a second year, her specialty herbology.

"But, Bella…" Young Narcissa began to whine.

Quickly losing patience, Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at her little sister and began to reach for her wand, making sure not to jostle her cloak too much.

"Fine, I'm going, but I won't go quietly, meanie." Narcissa pouted, frowned, and turned on her toes heading back down the stairs she had just ran up.

Bellatrix scoffed in frustration as she turned around and continued up the remaining steps to her room. She stormed over to her bed, closing the curtains around her, ignoring everyone else, she hoped on to her bed folding her legs, placing the box on her lap. Quietly, she pulled the muggle made box from her cloak sleeve and turned it over in her hands. The box was made out of pink cardboard, a slogan reading "Welcome baby," greeted her as she thumbed the box.

"No, not welcome baby…" Bella grimaced in a whisper as she coaxed the box open with her wand, calling for the directions. She held the directions in mid air with her wand, reading them.

"I have to pee on this stick…what the hell. Muggles are by far the worst creatures to ever roam the planet…this is far beyond barbaric. "She groaned in her head as her black eyes darted across the directions once more. "TWO HOURS!" She scoffed in horror as she read the final words on the paper.

"Are you okay in there, Bellatrix?" She could hear a voice call out to her, it was Alexandra Nott, a fellow sixth year.

"Mind your own business Nott. I'm just fine." Bella spat back, mumbling obscenities under her breath. No reply sounded. She grimaced again as she reread the directions; it would take two hours for the test to complete. She bit down on her bottom lip, ready to break something, as she drew blood. Footsteps and voices could be heard as she scrambled to hide her belonging.

"Bella!" She could hear the voice of Andromeda call out. She stuffed the package under her pillow and leaned back, as her curtains flew open.

"Andy, what do you think you are doing!" She interjected as her curtains flew open. "What if I had been dressing?"

"Then you would've been dressing, all of us are girls in her, unless you've managed to sneak Rod up here. Is that why you told Cissy you were going to curse her?" Andromeda demanded, raising an eyebrow and placing her hands on her hips.

"Rod is not here." Her mind floated back to the contraband muggle product under her pillow. Rod was Bellatrix's boyfriend, a seventh year Slytherin and captain of the Quidditch team. "AND—I didn't tell the baby I was going to curse her, I said hex…"

"Same thing."

"Whatever. Now, what do you want?" Bellatrix demanded, her patience wearing thin once again.

"I wanted to know why you've been so evil, well even more unpleasant lately. Cissy is down stairs crying." Andromeda sighed, sitting down on the edge of Bella's bed and laying across it. Her brown curls hung off the edge of the bed as she flipped her hair forward.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Andy. Seriously. I just wanted to be left alone. Is it not enough that she is with me every minute of the day? Why can't I just come up to my room alone?" Bellatrix whined, leaning back against her head board, careful not to lie against her pillow. "Now, please, let me be."

"Fine then. I'm going down to dinner. Are you coming? Tonight we're having pumpkin juice with dinner, your favorite. Maybe that will put you in a better mood."

"Pumpkin Juice?" Her face scrunched up at the mere mention, her stomach flipped. Usually it was the thing she enjoyed most about dinner time. Once she had drunk so much pumpkin juice she had turned orange. At this moment however, her stomach turned as she thought about the orange liquid sloshing around in its goblet.

"What now?" Andromeda questioned, rolling her eyes as she stood up. The disposition on Bellatrix's face perplexed her.

"Nothing, I'll be down there in a minute. Now please." Bella's black curls bounced as she waved a hand dismissing her sister. Andromeda walked out, muttering something about 'wicked witch, and PMS' under her breath as she did so.

"PMS," Bella thought to herself, "I wish it was…" she trailed off in her head, standing and ripping her curtains closed again.


A/N: So what cha think?