So here's my longest chapter yet! I was going to half it, but I think it all fits well together as one.. :) Enjoy!
"Hello mother." Bellatrix had apparated to the station, and then apparated her and Donna straight back out again, being sure not to linger for longer than needed.
"Well, well, well. Belladonna, a Gryffindor," Bellatrix thundered. "How disappointing." Donna was standing on the green rug that was placed in the middle of the room. The Lestrange;s sitting room was spaced out - a green tinted glass table stood before the fireplace, and the sofa had thick silver throws across them. Anyone could tell that the room had been decorated by an obsessive Slytherin - why, Bellatrix would often go to such lengths as, burning loo powder to get green flames, flickering in the grate!
Donna lowered her eyes from her mothers glare. "I would have expected you, my only daughter to be able to uphold the families name! LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, YOU STUPID GIRL!"
Donna felt a hand collide with her cheek, and she stumbled backwards, crashing to the ground, and banging her arm on the corner of the glass. "P-please, mother… I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-"
"Shut up, and get out of my sight!" Bellatrix spat. "You can stay in your room until Draco, Scorpius and Astoria arrive!" She didn't give Donna the chance to get up, but grabbed her hair, and yanked her to her feet, and then she shoved her in the direction of the stairs.
Donna stumbled out of the room, dragging her belongings behind her. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks, stinging her slightly where she had been struck. It wasn't a nice warmth, like when Albus had kissed her, but more of a scorching warmth.
As soon as she made it to her room, she collapsed onto her bed, worn out from the day. In seconds, she was flat out, asleep, dreaming of curses, her mother and the Malfoys. She wouldn't have necessarily said that she had slept well, rather the opposite. Her mother didn't bother to fetch her for dinner, and when she awoke once more, it was three in the morning.
Donna's stomach growled and she realised that she hadn't eaten for the best part of twelve hours - not since the train. She ignored her stomach's complaints,not wanting to give Bellatrix a reason to get mad, and so she light her lamp. (Her mother was against anything remotely muggle like, and so there was no electricity in the house.) She checked her cheek and shoulder in the mirror.
On her cheek, a rather large bluey-purple bruise was beginning to form, and spread, and it hurt to move her mouth too myth. Her shoulder wasn't in a much better condition, and although she hadn't realised it at the time, it had bled a little. Her hair was in disarray, it was half falling out due to Bellatrix's rough treatment of it.
There was no way that she was going to get to sleep now, so Donna showered quickly, and pulled out some fresh robes. She grabbed the books that she needed from her trunk, and decided to get a head start on her essays.
It didn't matter that she was a first year, all of the teachers still decided that twelve inch essays were needed in almost every subject! Zabini had set a two foot essay on the advantages of cheering charms - despite the fact that they weren't due to learn how to even cast such a charm for at least another two years - Professor Slughorn wanted everyone to brew a boil cure potion - which would have come in useful to Scorpius those few weeks back (!) - and to write up the method that they used, Professor Longbottom must have got together with Professor Slughorn, because had set his essay on the properties of nettles and wanted a detailed diagram of them (nettles are a major ingredient to the boil cure potion!) Professor Bell, the Transfiguration professor, wanted her students to practise turning a match to a needle and finally, Professor Binns, whose lessons usually had the same amount of interest as watching paint dry, set an essay on the last Wizarding War. Rose was going to get details from her parents, and send them over in notes.
It was going to take forever!
Donna decided to take her books up to the Lestrange Library, and set up camp down there for the holidays. The Lestrange's Library was vast - almost as big as the library at Hogwarts. The majority of the books were based on the Dark Arts, however, all who had lived there had added books of their own to the collection, and over the years, it had accumulated many on the different subjects, such as healing, plants, properties of plants, brewing, charming and transfiguring. There were all sorts of books that had once been school books, some from Durmstrang, some from Hogwarts and some even from the Beauxbatons Academy - though Donna didn't know who had gone there! She managed to find a copy of, Charm Your Own Cheese from the shelves, and a couple others, and she settled down and got to work.
Donna soon lost track of time, becoming completely engrossed in her homework and soon people in the house were stirring. Twiggy, the house elf, was pottering about in the kitchen, clattering pots and pans, preparing breakfast. Bellatrix was soon beautifying herself in the luxury bathroom. Draco, Scorpius and Astoria had all arrived the previous evening and soon they were waking up too.
There was a loud crack to Donna's left, and she was jolted from her work. She let out a small cry of surprise, but then she recognised the little elf in front of her.
"Twiggy is sorry Miss," she little elf squeaked. "Twiggy was wondering if Miss would like Twiggy to bring Miss some food?"
"Oh, yes Twiggy, that would be lovely, thank you," Donna replied smiling. "And Twiggy, you know you can call me Donna, right?" she added.
The little elf's saucer like eyes widened, before she squeaked, "No, Twiggy must be calling you Miss Belladonna, or Miss. If not, Twiggy would be being disrespectful!" Donna frowned a little. The poor thing was scared to even use her name. "Okay, well off you go," and in a crack, the elf disappeared and her shrill voice could be heard on the floor below, as she clattered around the kitchen.
Donna made her way to the dining room, and sat down, when Bellatrix came in. "Mother, I was just wondering whether I could meet up with some of my friends at some point…" Donna asked, cautiously.
She expected Bellatrix to go crazy and tell her that she didn't have any friends, but surprisingly enough, she said, "Whatever Belladonna, so long as i don't have to take you there…" There was a long and awkward silence, and the mother and daughter began to eat the breakfast that Twiggy had served. Soon they could hear voices in the corridor, and Draco and Scorpius arrived, identical smirks on their faces.
"So… Donna," Scorpius said as soon as he sat down. "How's Potty and the Weasel?" He had a glint in his eye, and Donna knew instantly that he was out to cause trouble. "Of course, I'd have thought you'd have had a better taste, than to make friends with blood-traitors, but there you go…"
"Am I hearing this correctly?" Bellatrix was on her feet, her hair gathering around her pale face. "NOT ONLY DO YOU DISGRACE OUR FAMILY NAME, BUT YOU BEFRIEND THE CHILDREN OF THOSE WHO CAUSE THE DOWNFALL OF THE DARK LORD?"
"Oh, that's not all, Auntie Bella," Scorpius interrupted, staring at Donna. "She hangs around with that Cauldwell kid. A half blood!"
"Scorpius, just shut up!" Donna muttered, looking at her mother a little fearfully. All eyes were on her, Draco and Bellatrix had looks of annoyance, and Scorpius of triumph. He had known that he would be able to get such a reaction from Bellatrix and Draco - oh poor little Donna would be in so much trouble!
"Oh, and father, Donna attacked me too!" he continued, as if he had just remembered. "We were in the corridor on the way to lunch, and she just went crazy! Madame Pomfrey took hours trying to sort my arms and chest out!"
"That isn't true!" Donna gasped. "It wasn't me, I swear!" How could he say that? Firstly, he had attacked Donna and secondly, she needed her wand to perform magic, and it had been in her pocket the whole time. How could it have been her?
"Don't lie!" Donna had to give it to him. Scorpius could be a good actor when he wanted to be! He had it all going for him - his bottom lip quivering, the hint of a tear in his eye.
It was as if she could read his mind, because, addressing Draco, Bellatrix nodded, saying, "Okay, off you go."
Draco strode across the room, grabbed Donna's arm and apparated.
Oh dear... what is going to happen? I know; you don't.. it looks like you're gonna have to wait and see! :) You've got to remember just how psychopathic Bellatrix is, and it's kind of rubbing off on her family (excluding Donna) by the way, in my story, I'm having it so that Bellatrix is actually Draco's auntie, like in the books, but she is just a little older (7 years so they didn't go to Hogwarts together) than Draco, so that it isn't too unrealistic that Scorpius and Donna are the same age.. or lets say that Bellatrix just had her kid quite late.. nahh she's Draco's age! :)
Anyways, what did you think? Review people! :)
Q: What is your worst fear? I think mine is ANY insect.. ESPECIALLY flying ones.. ever since I was ATTACKED by some giant flying beetles, I've been terrified of ANYTHING like that.. even flies! (well I wasn't exactly attacked.. two came into my bedroom, okay? :) I think I may have already mentioned it! :) aha)
Lots of Love,
Leah xxx