Day 4 - Fiery-orange hair



As she appeared from the brush covered trail she saw a small flash of fiery-orange hair before it disappeared into nothing in the front of Hermione Granger's house. She walked further down the pathway, shaking her head with a bittersweet smile.

"Foolish boy," Bellatrix hissed to herself, coming from a place that held unknown hatred for the boy. She had changed her ways and herself – this was true. But she still did not like that Weasley boy.

She rapped her knuckles against the wooden door and waited, leaning against the frame of the door. Knocking. That was something she still had to get used to.

Heavy footsteps became louder along with a frazzled voice speaking from the inside.

"You know Ronald, you never will learn when to leave anything alo-"

The door opened to reveal a red-nosed, crying, Hermione Granger who was struck with shock to see the person standing before her. She almost looked as shocked as Bellatrix did to see her crying.

"I thought you were..." Hermione mumbled, blinking tears out of her eyes. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and now Bellatrix had come ringing. Of course.

"I see I've come at a bad time," Bellatrix finally said, more to herself than to Hermione. She looked around awkwardly in the silence, allowing anything to catch her eye so that she wouldn't look at Hermione. Seeing her like this made her uncomfortable. She didn't like it.

"I'll just be going then," she continued quietly while backing away slowly.

Hermione caught her by the wrist which caused her to stop and finally look her in the eyes. Hermione was staring back at her with the most heartbreaking expression that even Bellatrix's heart was touched.

"Please. Don't go."