34. Parseltongue

Bellatrix walked into the main room of the Black household in her midnight blue dress. The 15-year-old sat on the couch next to her mother and sighed longingly, holding a newspaper clipping close to her heart.

Druella Black raised an eyebrow at the young girl as Bella Black merely gazed at the opposite wall as she indulged in her own little fantasies, a look of longing on her young and beautiful face.

Andromeda Black soon walked into the room, she took one look at her elder sister and laughed, gaining both Bellatrix and Druellas attention.

Bellatrix glared at the middle Black sister as she snapped at her "What?"

The younger girl continued to laugh softly to herself as the 13-year-old mocked in her sing songy voice "Bella has a crush . . ."

Druella smirked as Bellatrix blushed, turning to the girl "So? Who is it then?"

After a moments pause Dromeda ran over to her sister, snatching the clipping from her hands. The humour slowly fell from her face as she realized what she was reading. She took a deep breath as her voice came out in barely a whisper "He who must not be named . . ."

Druella looked at Bellatrix, studying her for a few moments before smirking "Good taste . . . a bit old though."

Bellatrix gasped and her mouth fell open "But he speaks parseltongue mother!" she sighed longingly "Only direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin speak parseltongue."