Okay, so I started reading fics...

Once in a while I go here and search for something I'd like to read. I'm pretty bossy when it comes to, well, what other people do with characters I love, and every time I found any lines I liked, they turned into something I wouldn't "approve" of. I might grew up to be wiser, because now, I found two stories I really enjoy reading: "A Badgers Champion" and "Harry Age 8." Look them up! Of course, I'm only now getting to know them, I do hope I'll keep on loving them...

I'm still traumatized by a story I found last year, about James being raped by Sirius's dad... (whoever that wrote that, I have no idea if it's good or not, don't be offended, it just really freaked me out for a sec. It was probably then that I realized how far can fanfiction go...

Maybe I should try to find it again...?

Her hands clasped the stern metal grates of her cell. She imagined she could hear his breathing- they were located afar from each other, but not too far. Or yet, far enough? A glimpse of his grey face marked the day she came here. One hollowed gasp of, agony that was heard through and through the floors of the haunted fortress, still pierced her night's sleep. Was it night when she fell asleep in prison, and day as she awoke? Bellatrix had no idea. In the long, long, endless time she had to fill, nothing to help her but her own thoughts, the years in which her soul still had a touch, a grasp to life, blocked away anything else.

How cruel, cruel and heartless was Gramwell. All his boldness, his short vision and carelessnes showed themselve bare to Bella. He didn't realize- perhaps he did and just didn't care- that by pushing, and distancing his son away, he did the opposite of helping the family. He had torn it appart. Nourished the hatred, the darkness which eventually, brought them down and turned their glorious legacy to a rhyme of isolation.

After that Christmas, there was no more talking-in-the-halls or exchanging looks at dinner. Sirius utterly ignored her, denied their history. He boiled with red passion, while she dived in green coolness. Except that day in February, when she found him and Andromeda laughing on the way to class, walking past her as if she was only a detested Slytherine and nothing more.

The more she grew tough and diamond-still, the more Narcissa turned thinner and more fragile, like glass. She resembled a straw at every opportunity they bumped into their cousin, between lessons, at the Great Hall, in lessons which they had to share. Bella couldn't deal with her feebleness. It brought up her own.

"Stop staring after them like they've abandoned you," she bursted at her sister, who looked brokenly back at Sirius after Magical History. "I don't know how d'you manage to look so much like a fish, but you do. Just stop."

Cissy turned to face her, her eyes trembling, not exactly settling on where to look. "I-I just- it's so unfair-"

"See, life isn't fair. Deal." Then she sailed forward, hands clenched to fists by her sides.

If only Sirius wouldn't treat them as if they were unreliable, unworthy people. If only he would show a sign of affection, a light nod, maybe, a smile, a "hello"...

She didn't understand it. Yes, they weren't all smiley, giggley cousins, and yes, his family treated him like he was dying of a contagious disease, but she wasn't like them. She and Cissy… they were just dazed…

"I guess I kind of act meanly around him," she thought, watching the golden-red flags swaying at the other end of the quidditch field. "I bet he thinks I dissaprove of him, too."

Well, she did, right?

Did it really matter?

A foot appeared next to her. Then another one. Then, with a ruslte, a black cloak settled by her side.

She lifted her face to find his bright, childish face.

What a smirk…

"Looking for someone?" he teased, grinning in self-satisfaction. She tempted to answer sharply, but… But she couldn't blow this chance…

"For the players, maybe?" she answered, not half as mocking as she would usually be, "It's why we're here, right?"

His smile widened. "Right. Annnnd, are the players coming from the Gryffindor seats?"

"They might as well…" she lowered her voice. "How are you doing?"

"Ummm…" his face clouded for a moment. "I'm fine, Bella. The friends here take a bigger part in my life than people back home. You're sort of the person to remind me what's shitty 'bout being The Noble One." He put his chin on his knuckles, elbows set over his knees, gaze hung on the field.

"That… isn't very nice to hear." Bella couldn't prevent herself from revealing some hurt. "I don't think you're bad now, or really changed, you know. You're still an ass."

"Ha! I knew you'd say that!" he looked around them quickly. "Where's Cissy?"

"Sitting with her slightly more male-ish reflection over there," she sighed and pointed with her finger. "So, will you stop acting like I offended you or something?"

"Would you stop becoming dad every time I'm there?" he retorted, half bitterly.

"Wha- I'm not being like your dad, ever. Where d'you get that from?"

He streched idly. "You look like a severe, patronizing, flouting head, looking in my direction."

She snorted. "I don't, never will, and I really truly don't try to look that way, believe me." Her voice dropped again. "I like you as much as ever. Which is not much, but you're the one making it awkward between us!"

"Okay. Lets finish with this- No flouting, creepy heads and no awkwardness, yes? I mean, 'till we kick your asses in this game…" He smiled at her viciously, then flew away (not litterally, he couldn't, of course).

She hoped his team will lose.

She desparately hoped his smile would disappear from her vision.