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Chapter 7: First year! Really!

I have set it all up. They think my last name is Jones. A fairly common name overall. I live at a manor that is to remain unnamed, however it is not my true one. Although, I will spend quite a lot of time there. I will get in amongst the students, I will become popular. Everyone will like me. What is not to like? And when potter comes… He shall suffer the greatest. I will be in Slytherin, of course, but no one outside of the house shall know my real calculating cold self. Outside, I will be an innocent child, extremely friendly, and intelligent. But they will love me. What's not to love, after all?

I come up with a two way mirror for Bella and me. And then it is time to go. So I walk out to the end of the wards, and use a port key. I land in my living room of my other house. My stuff is already there. My satchel, and my trunk. And my bracelet, but of course I never take it off any way so… I make sure everything is packed into my trunk and satchel as I like it, going into the trunk with the satchel as to be able to get some reading books and such into it. And I hear the wards going off. Luckily, nothing important is in the top part of my trunk, and the false bottom is closed. I have a magical window in it, so I know that there is someone coming in. The person is the one who is to take me shopping. I watch as she goes into the next room to look, and I make sure I have everything in my satchel that I will need, namely my money and a few items, then I put it on my shoulder and quickly get out of the trunk. No one is in the room, but I hear someone calling me in the room over. I take out my wand, then remember I am not supposed to have one. It isn't my 'first wand', in the way of speaking, seeing as it didn't choose me, I got it from one of the dead prisoners. But today I will be getting my real first wand. So I put it into the bottom of my satchel, and I hope that I wont need to show my wandless abilities.

"Someone was calling me?" I ask as I walk innocently into the room. But then I break into a wide malicious grin as I realize it is just Lucious and Draco, come to say goodbye. "You better hurry up and say goodbye, some one is coming soon." I say with a low undertone, meaning I am not happy. Draco's face breaks into tears and he throws himself at me feet, sobbing on about how sorry he is. I still have not let him back since three years ago, you see. He is even better trained now, apparently.

"My Lady, I am so sorry, please take me back, I am so sorry!" He sobs. I roll my eyes.

"Well, seeing as I won't be able to see you until at least Christmas… Well, tell you what. You write to me once a week until then. You also need to help Bella with anything she needs, as I will allow you to go back there." I say coldly. I shouldn't be doing this, technically. But I figure he has been punished long enough.

"Well, off with you then, Kali. I suppose we will be seeing you at Christmas, then, so I will be searching for a fit present for you. We must be going. Good bye." Lucious said, and grabbed Draco then walked out the door, disappearing after a few steps.

Then someone else walks into the house. A professor, by the looks of her.

"Kali Jones?" She asks, when I nod, "Professor McGonagall."

"G'day Professor. I take it we are to be getting my wand and such as listed on the Hogwarts letter?" I ask innocently, my acting skills put into place. No one shall know me. Except of course a few lucky Slytherins who gain my trust.

"Yes. Come with me." She reaches out and takes my hand. I don't protest, knowing it will break the charade. I put a respectful look on my face, something which I have not used for a person since I was four, when Tom was still around. But I still know it, for I have seen it on my follower's faces. And I practice faces daily, for my acting skills.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall. How are we to get there?" I ask sweetly.

"Apparating. You will be side along, of course. Have you ever- no of course you haven't, your too young. Well, take my hand." She babbles, regardless of the fact she is already holding tight to my hand. I resist the urge to wrinkle my nose.

"Yes Ma'am." I force myself to say the words I have never said before, grimacing inside, a perfect mask of childish adoration on my face. She shall think I adore her, just like all the others. I will be, so to speak, a teachers pet. We are within seconds standing in some where I know to be Diagon Alley, even without having been there before. She takes me into a shop that says 'Ollivanders' on a sign above the door. I know this to be the wand shop as soon as we step foot inside. She walks me to the front, as there is no one here, besides a weird looking old guy.

"Stick out your wand arm." Ollivander says, and then proceeds to take measurements of just about everything, including the width between my nostrils. I am a perfect statue, having practice in that effect. He pulls out a box and brings out a wand. He hands it to me, and instructs me to wave it around. I do. Nothing. Not even like what I got with that death eaters wand. He pulls out another, and this one gives a few sparks, but I know this is not anything important. He keeps doing this, until we have gone through 26 wands, none of which have anything. Then he comes out with the 27. I feel strength rush through me when I grab it, and as I wave it around a beautiful fireworks display comes out, which I have actually wandlessly maneuvered, because I know it would be nothing special otherwise, but I know this is the one for me. Ollivanders eyes grow wide. "Well, lucky day for you, young miss! This one is quite the powerful one, you know. Very very powerful. Also quite expensive, seeing how the combination is unheard of. 12 and a half inches, yew wood, inflexible, and a rather interesting combo of three cores. Most wands have one core. Two cores is almost unknown… this is the only three cored wand I know of. And a very powerful mix, but highly unstable, it will work for only one person. Apparently, that's you. The cores are doxy wings, dragon heartstring, and basilisk skin. Rather interesting… yes, so that will be… 50 galleons, with the Ministry paying for most of it. This is really a rather expensive wand… very well." Ollivander makes this long speech. Rather annoying, but I am happy to know about the cores… it will be very powerful. Perfect for me, seeing as I can do wandless magic, so I therefore need a powerful wand. I know that makes no sense, but it does to me, k. This could make here suspicious, a lot of these are dark cores, oh well, I suppose, she doesn't look suspicious. But this is a wonderful wand. I take out a handful of galleons from my money pouch and count of fifty, then put the rest back into the pouch. I smile and ask:

"Do you have any way of holding them?" He nods, and produces a dragon hide wand holster, and a cheaper cowhide one. I choose the dragon hide and give him another 10 galleons, then strap it and my wand to my arm.

"Come on." McGonagall says, and we walk out. We go the rest of the day and get several things, then she asks if I would like to get a familiar.

"Oh no! I have one, a kneazle, who I named Kneez- don't laugh I was 8- but I left her at my house!" I say, then hope she thinks I mean the one I am currently staying in. "But no one can get in, right? I mean theres a lot of protection spells, huh?" I ask, changing it to look like I meant that one.

"Sweetie, you don't need to bring it with you everywhere. It is of course safe there!" She smiles at me. Then she takes me 'home'.

I am now home alone, and I take out my mirror. "Bellatrix Lestrange" I say, and her face comes into view shortly after.

"What?" She asks, clearly mad about something.

"What's wrong?" I ask, narrowing my eyes, she shouldn't be talking to me like this.

"H- nothing. What can I do for you?" She starts then changes and asks.

"I left Kneez there. Have Draco bring him please. He is less suspicious. Have you gotten the ingredient prepared? You know what for." I speak.

"Ok, I will get Draco to in a minute. And I have all the ingredients save one. Our master" She says and is interrupted by me.

"Our master? What does that mean?" I spit. "He is your master. Not mine. He is Tom to me, Master to you." Her eyes grow frightened.

"I didn't mean our, me and you, and I meant our, me and the other death eaters!" She says, a hurried excuse, even if she does mean it. "He will be back soon. And he will take vengeance!" She cackles. "Now, what type of wand did you get?"

"12 & ½ inches, yew, Doxy wing, Dragon heartstring, and Basilisk Skin cores. Inflexible. Supposed to be powerful, it does seem so." I say lazily. She looks excited.

"That does sound powerful! But I will go get Draco to bring it now, bye!" She says and waits for me to dissolve the connection. I do so.

Soon Draco is carrying Kneez up the steps. I rush out and grab her. "Hello Draco. Do you need me to arrange a port key?" I ask coldly. I still am not quite happy with him.

"No. He is with me." Comes a feminine voice, I turn around to see…

"Hello Narcissa." I say. "Well, you should be leaving then."

"No, I have not said goodbye yet." Narcissa said softly.

My eyes ablaze, I turn around. "I believe I said you should leave. Are you disobeying me?"

"And I believe I am older then you, and we are in public. You are not the Dark Lord." She says softly.

I motion for her to go in the house, knowing she will take it as me deciding to agree with her. I do not. I motion for Draco to also. Once we are inside, with a mutter "Silencio!" I turn around to her, eyes blazing. " I am not the Dark Lord? Well, I am still demanding of respect! You may not have the dark mark, you may not have been marked as one of his, but we both know you followed him. And I am here, and I must make sure his Death Eaters stay disciplined. You must be punished for your disrespect. Crucio!" I shout at her, and she collapses writhing in agony, screaming and crying. I can tell she has not been punished before. I stop, curious as to why. "Why are you so upset at this? Why have you not been punished before? Surely you must have done something, at some point, deserving." I mutter.

"N-no" She rasps, her voice harsh from screaming.

"No? Really? That is interesting. So you served him with such devotion that he never punished you? Heck, Bella was punished from time to time. And everyone knows she was his most loyal, his favorite, and his most successful. How could you have not?" I ask genuinely confused. She grimaces.

"He… punished differently… for me." She stumbles over her words.

"Differently? How so?" I ask, as Draco cringes. I remember how when I crucio-ed him, it had not been his first time. And I realize that of course, what Tom had done must have been worse. Him having punished Draco for her failures in front of her… that must have been torturous for her.

"I think you can guess. That's why… I asked you not to crucio him…" She mutters. I can tell why.

"Ok, well you can leave now. Be on your way." I dismiss them and walk out of the room after canceling the Silencio.