Princess Bellamy Rose Potter woke up from a blissful sleep in her new room at Hogwarts. She felt as if she was swimming in the bed full of fluffy pillows and the plush down comforter that was on it. Having read of her ancestors tales of Hogwarts, she knew that the Slytherin dorm rooms were fashioned to represent Salazar's luxurious taste. Which didn't bother Bellamy in any way, used to a lavish living style, even if it was second best, a worn out antique.
She stretched her body out in an oddly feline fashion, waking herself up before the sun even rose, like she had been accustomed to for almost all of her life. Having had to wake early to prepare herself for her studies throughout her time in the Tower. The few hours between breakfast and lunch being set aside for mannerisms and all things princess related, and from after lunch until after dinner she studied her coursework that was necessary for her to learn.
Bellamy folded back the comforter before she climbed out of the bed, squealing as her bare feet touched the cold stone floor. Quickly she put on her custom-made crushed velvet and satin slippers, which she had made during one of her lessons on sewing, before rushing into the bathroom to start preparing for her first day of school. She checked off the list of things that she had to do in the mornings; Shower, teeth brushed, hair brushed, uniform donned. Her uniform looked like the standard ones given to all students, except hers had been made out of the finest of materials, showing her family's status, but her's also had her family's crest resting right above her house crest. Her family's crest was slightly larger than her house crest, and her family's crest sat on top, displaying her family's power.
She knew that there would be talk if she refused to wear any type of crown, tiara, or headpiece, if only because of her title as Princess. So, she choose one of the more simple ones that had been sent with, her thanks to her parents. The tiara was elf-made, with goblin-gifted diamonds, fashioned to look like a sterling silver and diamond version of a woven flower crown. It had been a gift to one of her female ancestors, given by their betroth's family as a way to show unity. Many of the males marrying female Potter heirs have given similar gifts in the past to show that even without being royalty themselves, they are still capable of providing for the future Queen and all of her worldly needs. Bellamy was lucky that Constanza insisted that she tried on all the things that her 'Parents' had bought for her, otherwise she would be wearing clothes two sizes too large, as well as having no clue as how to wear a tiara with a decent hairstyle. She choose to wear her hair in a half up, half down fashion, with two strands of hair from both temples meeting in the middle of the back of her head to form a Celtic knot. Her tiara laid comfortably on top of the knot. The rest of her hair cascading down her back in spiral curls. She putt on a pair of diamond and emerald earrings, as well as the matching bracelet cuff and knew that her look was complete. Bellamy's necklace was still that of her locket, and after double checking that it was still around her neck, she grabbed her book bag, which held what she would need for her first day of classes, and head out of her dorm.
As Bellamy walked into the Great Hall, all eyes turned to her. The ones who didn't catch a good enough glimpse of her the previous night at dinner, were trying to do so now. All others were giving her looks of envy, as they viewed the beautiful tiara resting gently atop her head. But, everyone noticed that the princess wasn't affected by all of their jealous looks, as she glided across the floor, as if she was dancing a solo waltz to a song in her own mind. Her ballet flats making no noise in the silent Dinning Hall.
Bellamy knew that she could not be seen by people being effected because of staring, so she held her head high and continued her walk until she reached her House table. She felt the panic rise, but before anything could progress any further than the nauseous feeling, she reached up to touch her locket.
"Solamen," she whispered the word, barely audible. A wave of calmness washed over her, and she felt the tingle of magic, which held her Professor's signature, and she smiled ever so slightly at the students and teachers looking at her. Her audience thought that she was just being polite, or arrogant, depending on the person, but only one knew the true nature of that smile. Bellamy turned around and ignored the rest of their looks, as well as all of their whispers that she could hear spoken. Not even a minute after she set her bag on the bench and seated herself beside it, Bellamy was joined by Draco, Daphne, Blaise, Tracey, and Theo who had walked into the hall unnoticed by everyone shortly after she was.
"Good morning, Bellamy. How was your first night at Hogwarts?" Draco said cordially, after he seated himself directly across from her. To his right, Daphne accompanied the seat, while on his left housed Tracey. On Bellamy's right was Blaise and to her left Theo was seated. She smile and greeted each and every one of them, as was customary of any Pureblood, before answering the question. It was polite to acknowledge everyone before focusing her attention on one specific person.
"It was a new experience for me, but it eventually became an enjoyable one. Plus, with there being an odd number of Slytherin first years, I have my own room. Which I plan to use to the full extent when it comes time to study for the final exams at the end of each semester." Bellamy told them. Both Daphne and Tracey groaned.
"I wish I didn't have to share with that wretched girl, Parkinson. I swear, for two people to a room, she almost made me late for breakfast, spending the whole morning in the bathroom. Then the whole freaking night I had to listen to her as she went on and on about how before she graduates, she is going to make sure she is included in the Royal Court. Asking me all of these highly invasive questions about you, some I would never dare to repeat, and others just repulsive. Also, she swears that her dad is going to get Draco's father to agree to a Marriage Contract, claiming that her family has blackmail that they can use against him." Daphne said, as she stabbed the fruit that she served on her plate with her fork, while she spoke.
"Trust me when I say this, my father will only sign a betrothal if I am the one to request it. Besides, the only dirt that someone can have on us, is my father's mistresses, all of whom have signed confidentiality contracts, and would never speak out about it." Everyone laughed at the unfortunate events that are in the foreseeable future for Pansy Parkinson. It is not well known, but most wizarding marriage contracts do not have a fidelity clause unless agreed upon by both parties. Most state how many children are needed to secure the future of their line, but after that has happened one or both are allowed to take lovers. Most couples even make their long term lovers their children's god-parents. Most view this as the highest honor of a Mistress or a Paramour, knowing that if for whatever reason either or both of them die, they hold responsibility for the care of the heir of that family. They will have a role in that child's life, so as not to be some nameless person who their parent loves.
"Trust me as well, she will never be invited to join my court," the Princess told them, "I only want people who I deem good-natured, and only then they are just being considered for an eventual spot in my Court. And if she speaks so highly of herself, that shows me that she vain and narcissistic, and there is no room in my Royal Court for people like that. The people who I place in Court, reflect on the way that the Wizarding World will be ran. And it shows my subjects who I am myself. Meaning I want people who value the things I do, who uphold the same morals, and who hold the sames ideals and interests for the world as I do. I need people who I can count on to advise me in trying situations, people who I can trust unconditionally with the secrets of this Kingdom. I need people I can believe in, so that others can do the same for me." Everyone was shocked that this eleven year-old, royalty or not, had already thought of what the choosing of her Court says to the people she is destined to rule over. Well, after her marriage and coronation, that is. In this world, the Princess's education takes a bake burner to her Kingdom. No matter how young the heir is, if the ruler born of Potter blood, be it the King or the Queen, they must take the crown. A Princess's duty is always to her people, first and foremost, then to herself.
Halfway through breakfast, Professor Snape began to pass out the new school year's time tables to each student, starting at the end of the table that was closest to the staff table. When he reached Bellamy and, what everyone (including teachers) had started to call her Court, who was sitting directly in the middle of the table, he handed them theirs as well. Everyone one knew that the power in the Slytherin House had shifted, just by where she was sitting. Even though she herself had no conscious choice, as that was the only empty seat with enough room for all of her 'friends' by the time she arrived for breakfast. The last one in power, Tisiphone Carrow, had graduated that past , leaving the power house at a point to find a new leader. Then, when the royal shows up and is sorted in their House, she is given that position right away. He knew, as well as all of the other teachers, that even if Tisiphone was still here, she would have been given that power, just by her birth right. As he handed the Princess her times table, he noticed that she had on the locket that he placed the calming charm on. At seeing that, he gave her a slight nod, before heading off to pass out the rest of them. But, seeing that she actually took his charm and wore it to offer her protection, made him feel happy inside. And Severus Snape was not used to that feeling at all.
Bellamy was grateful that she had someone to look out for her other than someone who had been hired for that purpose. Which is what she now viewed her professor as. And having that person do that, made her feel loved, and grateful, even though she knew his feelings weren't enough to classify as love. As well as the fact that her Professor had only aided her because of a duty that he had to all of his students, but it still made her feel things she had never experienced before. And as she and her fast-made friends discussed their schedules, she began to wonder what this year will turn out.