The students of Hogwarts had been back for a fortnight now and Belladora still had no clue as to what her plan was. She had until June sure….but time was….revenge….she supposed. Belladora sat in the common room a cigarette in hand. She watched the smoke make its way in swirls to the ceiling where it would disappear.

"I see the good old Bella is back."

Bella turned her head to see Pansy. Bella smiled. She had missed her best friend, and now felt pity to Pansy on the way she had acted toward her.

"Pans I'm sorry," Bella began, and then she rolled her eyes and laughed, "You were right. He has no care for me after he found out."

"HE FOUND OUT!!!!," Pansy shrieked and dove onto the couch. "Omg! What if he tells?"

"Honestly Pans….I don't think he would. If he did….I dunno," Bella said taking one last puff then stubbing the cigarette out and throwing it into the common room fire. She watched the blaze wondering about Pansy's question. She had to know.

"I'll be back," Bella said getting up quick.

"Where are you going? It's after hours. Not that I care about rules….," Pansy drawled on.

"You know me. My "charm" will do the trick."

"Touché," Pansy said pointing and raising an eyebrow.

Bella ducked her head out the portrait entrance. Coast was clear for now. Bella ran down and up into the Main Hall. A Prefect was making her way to the dungeons. Bella had about half an hour till she was safe. Just enough time. Bella quickly ran up the staircase and search for the secret way to the 7th floor. Finally she found the portrait. It was a haggard looking witch who hissed as Bella approached. Trick was not to let her scare you and you'd get in. Bella hissed back and the witch narrowed her beady eyes and swung open. Bella crept inside and shut the painting quickly yet quietly. Finally after a trudge within the schools walls Bella found the 7th floor. She jumped out of a painting of young wizard who giggled at her as she shut the painting. 50 feet ahead was the fat lady. Bella muttered a spell and she looked like a Gryffindor student. She knew all the passwords by her "charm" in the early days of the year.

"Daffodil."

"As you wish," the fat lady said.

Bella walked in and looked around the common room. No one was in here. Damn it, Bella thought. Then she looked once more and noticed Harry alone. Bella made her way over to him.

"Hi, I'm Bell- Belle."

"Hello Belle….are you new? I've never seen you."

"Ooooo I just blend in haha."

Bella sat across from him. Harry continued to work. After a few moments of silence he looked up.

"Um….not to be rude do you need something? I'm a little stress with this homework….and some other things."

"Oh? Vent to me. I'm very good at this." Wtf was she doing? She was supposed to just come ask a simple question.

"Well homework everyone stresses over. But….I was with this girl and I found something out and well….I don't know. I'm still in love with her."

Bella's heart stopped. He was still in love with her. But….if he was why had he said those things. Her heart started again.

"Oh? What's her name?" There we go, back on track.

"Bella Radcliffe.

He used her fake name…..he cared. She had to see how much……

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you."

He did….no…Bella scolded herself. Don't cave. Bella looked at a non-existent watch. "Oh I should head to bed. Good night," Bella said running to the entrance.

"Dorms are that….way," Harry said but Bella had gone.

Bella changed back to herself. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. He still loved her…..but…no…how? She was so confused.

"Pull yourself together Bella," she told herself as she made her way into the boy's portrait.

By the time she had gotten back Pansy had gone to bed. However when she stepped into the dorm she sprung up.

"Where'd you go?"

"Walk….goodnight."

Pansy looked unconvinced but went to bed. Bella changed and fell onto the bed. But those four words stuck in her mind.

He still loved her.

Bella walked down the corridor from Transfiguration still in awe. He still loved her. Bella didn't know what to feel now. She had an hour to spare before her next class and she choose to use it for thinking. She made her way to the ground to sit by the lake. However when she approached her usual rock it was already occupied….by Harry. He looked up at her and she looked straight ahead no emotion.

"Bella."

"Harry."

"Mind if I sit?," she asked pointing to a space on the rock.

"Just don't kill me."

"I'm not like him you know that!"

"Sure….," Harry said rolling his eyes.

"God damn it Harry! I'm sorry for who I'm related to! It's not like I fucking asked for it! And to think I still loved you."

He still loved her her ass. Bella pushed herself off the rock and stormed off. Then something that hadn't happened since the night her mother died, Bella shed a tear. She angry swatted it away. Damn him….She stopped and sat under a tree. She glanced back over to Harry. You fucking bastard….she thought shaking her head. Well she made the right choice in coming out to think. She knew just how she felt now. Pissed off as hell, and in need of revenge. Sure she wasn't living up to her words of I'm not like him, but who the fuck cared. She was broken hearted and angry as hell. Harry Potter would pay.

That night Bella sat in the common room, her foot nervously twitching like it always did when she was distraught. How could she get him? He needed to suffer after what he'd done to her. It didn't matter her father made him suffer basically his whole life, but she had suffered now, and really that's all Bella cared about.

"Scheming are we."

That drawl. Bella rolled her eyes.

"Yes dear Draco."

"I told you it wasn't going to last."

Bella simply shot her middle finger into the area and stared into the fire.

"You're a Riddle he's a Potter. It was never meant to be. Now, Riddle and a Malfoy……"

"Oh sod off you piece of shit," Bella said jumping from the sofa and bolting to her dorm.

Fucking asshole. He'd be next. No…Bella….you will not kill anyone but Potter. Draco is just an idiot. You will not be your father, she told herself. But no matter how much she said that…..she didn't want to not be like him. It was scaring her. Bella glanced at her locket and opened it. Voldemort and Bellatrix waved at her. Bella yanked the locket off and threw it into her drawer. It was like those thoughts disappeared in thin air. Something was up with that locket. And Bella had to know what.