Chapter 4:
"Crucia?" a voice asked me in question. My eyes were heavy and my head was throbbing but I fluttered my eyes open. My Aunt Narcissa stood over me, her eyes full of worry.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sat up against the bed I was on. I was in the hospital wing. There was a bloody surprise. "Did I fall off of a broomstick again?" I asked myself in worry. I didn't remember what happened.
Aunt Narcissa sat on the bed next to me, her eyes watery and her voice soothing. "No, sweetheart. You were…you were under the Cruciatus for twenty minutes." she told me she brushed my hair.
I sighed and sat up, feeling quite ashamed of myself, yet also proud for being able to withstand the curse for so long. "That has to be a record, hasn't it?" I asked my aunt Cissa, trying to lighten the mood a bit. She only looked at me in worry.
"Who, Crucia, were the attackers?" my aunt asked me urgently and with a strange anxiety in her eyes. I frowned and knitted my eyebrows. I couldn't remember anything. Only short glimpses…there was Fred…and Molly…and we were running…
"Scorpius! Is he okay? It was all my fault," I rambled on until my aunt stopped me.
"No, dear," she calmed me down. "Scorpius and Rose Weasley are fine. And healthy. It was not your fault." she told me sternly and I blushed a bit. I was used to people telling me it was my fault.
I sighed. "I'll be dead before I'm seventeen." I admitted in a sad tone.
My aunt sucked in a deep breath of air and looked at me in anger and disbelief. "Don't you dare speak of such things, Bellatrix!" I jumped up, my face red with anger and clenched my fists.
"I am NOT Bellatrix!" I shouted back at her. "Bloody hell, I might as well be for all the grief and hatred shown towards me. I'm beginning to wonder, maybe I should have been put in Slytherin, maybe I should have been a Death Eater, started a new rebellion!" I exclaimed in a rage. Aunt Cissa looked at me in shock and slight fear. I shook my head and thought about what I had just said.
I inhaled deeply. "My Merlin, I'm turning into her." I muttered as I toppled over and fainted. Of course at the time I didn't know I fainted, I just knew I fell over and felt sleep crawl over me.
To my bloody surprise, I awoke in the hospital wing…again. Only when I opened my eyes, I didn't find my aunt Cissa but someone who looked very much like my mum. I sucked in a deep breath of air and stared at the woman in fear.
"I'm not Bellatrix, dear." the woman said as she stared at me closely. Then I noticed her hair was a chocolate brown, not a black and it was straight. But the woman had dark brown eyes just like my mum and I, with even the same scowl.
"Andromeda. Andromeda Tonks?" I asked in slight disbelief.
The woman nodded her head softly and continued to look at me in wonder. "You are Bella, before she became Bellatrix." she told me in slightly dreary tone. I stared at Andromeda, my great aunt, as if she were crazy.
"I'm…Crucia…?" I told her, even questioning myself a bit.
Andromeda smiled. "There's so much more to you than you think, my dear girl. Now, your aunt Narcissa was currently at St. Mungo's, which is why your dear Professor McGonagall called me here."
I sat up in worry. "St. Mungo's? Why? Is Draco well?" I asked in extreme worry. Draco was my brother, there was no doubt about that.
Andromeda looked at me sadly. "Draco and Lucius are fine. Your aunt, my sister…she is sick. Very sick, my dear girl. She didn't want me to tell you but I had to. I could not lie to you."
"Well, I have to go see her," I said in a rushed tone. "I can leave, can I not? Have you told Professor McGonagall? I need to go now. Wait, she's at St. Mungo's? That means its really bad, doesn't it? I feel so selfish, my Merlin, have you seen my robes? I need-"
Andromeda cut me off immediately. "I don't remember Bellatrix talking quite as much as you. And I will be accompanying you to St. Mungo's this afternoon, if that will not be a problem?" she asked me with somewhat of a questioning look.
I admit, I was surprised. "What? Oh…oh, yes, of course." I stuttered.
