Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter or anything else that was created by J.K Rowling..I only own Belinda..

A/N: Forgive me for neglecting this story, life has been murder lately. But, I had enough muse to pull out this part! BTW, saw the first part of Deathly Hallows before the end of last year and loved it! And is it me or did Ron get sexier? Anyway, enjoy this and I cannot wait for the second part!

It's been a few weeks since our little rebellion was formed and Neville found the Room of Requirement for us to use for training. I still remember that guy that took that picture of me and I would instantly, grab the school paper whenever I found it. But, my picture was never in there so, I just didn't worry about it.

Though there were other ways to publicly embarrass me then just using the school paper.

Anyway, I was ready for the day and was heading towards the Great Hall and right as soon as I walked in, everyone went silent. Well, expect for the Slytherin table.

Going over by Harry and the others, I smiled at the other kids in my house thinking that they were going to smile back. I was sadly mistaken when I saw the glares, the terrified looks and the frowns directed at me as I went past them.

Getting to where my friends and I sit, I saw Hermione there and she looked scared out of her mind and sad at the same time. Sitting next to her, I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Mione, what's wrong?" I asked her, wanting to know why. She just looked up at me and bit her lower lip.

"Belinda, everyone knows." She whispered, making me confused and I was about to ask her something else but, someone threw something at me.

Looking up, I saw it was Ron and Harry looking at me with betrayal in their eyes. Seeing what they threw, it was a crumpled newspaper.

"Now we know why your Patronus was a Snake." Ron said, with a venomous tone in his normally kind voice.

"What do you mean, Ron? Why is everyone glaring at me?" I exclaimed, unwillingly catching the attention of the Teachers.

"Read the newspaper, Belinda." Hermione whispered, nudging the ball towards me.

I undid it and opened it to the headline for the day, feeling my breath being pulled out of my lungs when my eyes landed on the moving picture of me, pulling my mark into the camera's view.

THE DARK LORD'S DAUGHTER AT HOGWARTS

by Rita Skeeter

Belinda Borden, Boston native from the United States, age 15 is the Dark Lord's Daughter. And, this was quite the surprise but, she is also the incarcerated and insane, Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter as well. Angelina Borden, recently deceased, had taken the child when she was born, knowing the Parents and wanted to give her a better life. Sadly, that didn't stop her from becoming like her Mother, hence the Dark Mark. Belinda is currently at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, studying in the House of Gryffindor. Surely this student will be moved to Slytherin once this is found out by the Staff and Faculty...

I couldn't bare to read the rest of the article, I couldn't believe that my secret was out. My black eyes looked up at Harry and Ron, seeing their faces. I saw betrayal, hatred and disrespect. I had lost two friends..

"Ron, Harry, you have to know that I'm not a Death Eater. I would never side with them after what they did to my family." I tried to explain but, Harry cut me off.

"A family you help put in the ground." He spat, making me look down. Hearing that I felt the tears stream down my face, as I looked down in my lap.

Suddenly, I felt something else hit me. I knew it was my House mates since I felt more things being thrown at me. I just sat there.

"All right, enough!" I heard Dumbledore shout, and I could tell the others stopped.

Feeling hands on my shoulders, I looked up and saw that Dumbledore was behind me. Catching his eye, he motioned for me to stand up.

"Come with me, Miss Borden." He told me, in a compassionate voice and I could see a faint smile which made me smile weakly back.

Then, as I walked away, I could hear everyone at my table talking about me and Hermione snap.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! BELINDA WAS NOT A DEATH EATER, SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!"

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that she had stood and I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. She hated to see the why I was treated now that my secret was known.

Dumbledore took me to his office and when I sat down, I saw all the Professors there by his desk. Umbridge was just grinning up a storm and when I had eye contact with her, I almost jumped up and slapped her. She just had an evil look in her eyes.

"Belinda, we all know that you are upset about this being publicly known like this and I am very sorry for the loss of the family that raised you and made you who you are today. But, since everyone's attention is directed towards the school since the Dark Lord's daughter is here, it is expected of us to switch you to Slytherin." Dumbledore told me, making me laugh softly.

"The house where I'll be treated like a Queen because everyone will try to suck up to Daddy Dearest." I said back, with a certain tone. I didn't want to think about being in that house now.

Professor Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me.

"Severus is handing you, your birth certificate with your real name on there." Dumbledore said, as I took it from the Potions Professor.

I unfolded it and read my name, it was Belinda Druella Black.

My Mother's name was Bellatrix Black and my Father's name was Thomas Riddle. Seeing the last names, it made me confused.

"My parents never married?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the paper reading everything.

"Bellatrix did. To Rodolphus Lestrange. He knows that you exist and is probably leaping with joy that now that world knows that the Dark Lord has a daughter." Severus said, in his usual emotionless tone.

'Great. A nutso step-father.' I told myself, as my eyes went wide for a second.

Looking up at everyone, I had to ask.

"Can I see a picture of my biological mother?" I asked, wanting to know if the woman from my dream was her.

Suddenly an worn and torn yearbook appeared in front of me, opened and the pages were flipping. And then stopped when it got to all the pictures of my Mother. I could see where I looked like her. The curly black hair, the black eyes. Everything. Even our wands looked alike, only mine wasn't as crooked as hers.

"You look so much like her, it's quite frightening." Professor McGonagall told me, with a slight shudder when she said that.

"Well, I now know who my Mother is but, I still consider the Borden's to be my loving family since they were for me, my whole life. And I know my Father is a mad man, hell bent on killing all Muggles and Muggle Witches and Wizards. So, I guess I'm going to have my last name changed to Black?" I asked, only to see the Headmaster nod his head and for Pinky to giggle her annoying giggle.

Guess I was going into Slytherin after all..