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Bella

Bellatrix Lestrange sat in the corner of her cell, clutching the old piece of parchment. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she knew a fair amount of time had passed since her sister had visited her. It had been weeks at the least, or had it been months, or even years? She had no idea, time seemed to slow to a near halt in the deepest darkest corner of Azkaban that she had been forced to call her home.

She read the child like handwriting of her daughter for what felt like the thousandth time. 'Dear Mum' her eyes bore into that one spot. Had Andromeda told Dora the truth? She had said that Dora had written her a letter, had given it to her. Though through her addled deranged mind she couldn't help but get confused over the matter of if the letter was for herself or her false mother.

"Oh Dora . . ." Bellatrix sighed, holding the letter close once again.

She had tried to keep her safe, she had sworn that giving her to Andromeda was the best thing she could have possibly done . . . was she right? She seemed to be having a hard time at school, that was so unfair, so heart-breaking to the incarcerated witch.

Bellatrix closed her eyes, replaying her sisters visit in her mind again. The picture, she had the picture. That had been placed within Nymphadora's things more as a reminder to Andromeda that she was only playing the part of mother until she returned, a gentle reminder that the girl was hers. She had ensured she had kept a copy for herself, though fat lot of good that had done her, it was probably locked away in Lestrange manor still-that's if her belongings hadn't all simply been destroyed by the ministry. She couldn't help but admit she was slightly shocked to hear that Andromeda had brought up Nymphadora in a similar way to how she would have, her willingness to teach her unforgivables laughable. She hadn't changed at all from their younger years.

She had to see her. She had to know her. She had changed so much from when she was the small sleeping toddler she dropped off at Andromeda's home.

"She can't remember me . . ." Bellatrix whispered, realisation and hurt washing over her again.

She had to get out, she would find her master then she would be able to find her daughter. She had to. She stood with a strength that she was unaware she still possessed, running as close to her cell door as she physically could.

"Let me out!" the witch demanded, screaming in fury as she pulled on her chains "I have to get her! Let me out, now!"

The woman struggled like her life depended on it, pulling on her chains and screaming at the top of her lungs. It was only when the cold chill started to cross over her that she realised what she had done. She shivered, falling back into her cell.

"No . . . No . . . No . . ." Bella muttered to herself repeatedly, pulling on her chains as she tripped backwards into her cell. She could hear them, gliding towards her mocking her . . .

Her father was learing down at her, his features full of cruel intentions. She was only 13 as she backed away, she tried to curse him, she tried to fight him, but it was no use . . .

"STOP IT!" Bellatrix screamed.

She was begging with Rodolphus, she never begged. Though she knew her pleas were futile, she would never get to see her beautiful girl grow up, she had to find a way to keep her safe.

"Dora . . ." Bella whimpered.

She stopped and looked at the Tonks household before she disaparated. She felt empty, hollow, like nothing would be able to heal her pain. She had come with such a beautiful child, her child and had left childless leaving her perfect daughter in the hands of a blood traitor and her mudblood husband. It was her only choice. She left part of her soul with that girl, part of her heart, as she disaparated home.

"Oh Dora . . ." Bellatrix whimpered, holding her legs close as she shook with sobs, trying to focus on anything but the painful memories the soul sucking creatures tried to leave her with.

Nymphadora Tonks was entering the Slytherin dormitory alone. She had decided that after a dinner of being ignored (bar the odd dirty look from her housemates) she had had enough and would simply go to bed. She ignored the couple of fifth year Slytherins on the couch in the main dormitory, letting her face fall behind her black curls as she ascended the stairs to the girls dormitory. She winced as she heard her roommates whispering on the other side of the door.

"Shh, Emily! She'll be back soon." Loretta whispered.

"Who cares? Why has she even got this anyway?" Emily replied "Scum."

Dora opened the door, glaring at the two girls "Why have I got what?"

"Hmm? I have no idea what you're talking about Nymphie." Emily smirked as she walked back to her bed, sitting down as she picked her brush up off of her bedside table.

"Liar." Dora murmered as she went over to her bed.

Everything seemed okay, nothing too out of place, though something was definitely wrong. She sat on her bed, trying to ignore the idiotic giggles of the girls opposite her, it was only then that she realised the top draw of her bedside table was ever so slightly cracked open. She pulled the draw open, the girls cruel laughter was getting louder. She mentally went through a list in her mind of what should be there Parchment, check. Quills, check. Ink, check . . . she lifted the parchment, knowing what should be there Picture . . . Picture . . . Bitches.

Nymphadora felt her hair go bright red before she saw it falling across her face, she swatted it away as she glared furiously at the two girls.

"Give it back. Now." Dora spoke through gritted teeth.

"Give what back?" Emily asked, smirking.

"You know what, give it back now." Dora hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Loretta smiled innocently as she laid back on her bed.

"No, neither do I." Emily chimed.

"You lying little shit!" Dora shouted.

"Oh, the half-blood is getting agitated Loretta, we best be careful." Loretta giggled.

Dora didn't think, she drew her wand, pointing it right at her as she looked at her with a look of pure fury "Give me the picture and no-one gets hurt."

"Oh, this picture?" Emily withdrew the picture from underneath her, laughing "Why on earth do you have a picture of Bellatrix Lestrange holding you?"

"Because she's my Aunt you tosspot!" Dora snapped.

"No, she's not. You're disowned . . . Did she try to kill you and miss? Take an injury to the head, Nymphie? Is that why you're so thick?" Emily sneered, Loretta laughing at her joke.

"I am not thick! I could wipe the floor with you!" Dora hissed, ready to curse her into oblivion.

"Prove it!" Loretta said, standing from her bed "I bet you couldn't beat Emily in a duel."

"Ha! Very funny." Dora laughed.

Emily hid her slight doubt at the thought of a duel well before she stood, drawing her wand "Fine, duel me."

"Not in here, I'd blow up the room." Dora rolled her eyes.

"Can't control your magic?" Emily leered "Tut tut."

"No you idiot, it's too small!" Dora snapped.

"Well people duel in the common room all the time, go down there." Loretta nodded as she walked towards the door.

Emily and Nymphadora glared at each other furiously for a few moments before Emily nodded "Fine, I'll keep onto this picture, you can have it back if you beat me."

"When I beat you." Dora snapped before following the two girls downstairs.

There were a few other Slytherins in the common room now, each looking up as the red haired witch stormed into the room behind the two other Slytherins. Each took their place at either side of the back of the common room.

"Oh for fucks sake," a Slytherin fifth year boy groaned "not the first years."

"Someone get ready to send them both to the hospital wing when they manage to blow themselves up." The girl wrapped in his arms sighed.

Both Dora and Emily ignored the remarks, both furiously glaring at eachother.

"Scared, Morrisen?" Dora hissed.

"You wish!" Emily yelled "Stupify!"

Dora quickly dodged the spell "Expelliarmus!"

Emily flinched as she dodged the spell at the last minute, firing another minor spell at her.

Dora reflected it with ease before firing the curse her mother had taught her many years ago when destroying rocks, Emily screeched with pain as a large gash appeared on her shoulder. Dora couldn't help but laugh slightly, ducking at the last minute as another stunner flew past her head.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Dora screamed, laughing again as Emily got hit, falling flat on the floor.

Nymphadora couldn't help it as she looked around at the rest of the Slytherin common room, all of whom were either staring at her with slightly impressed expressions or simple disbelief. She strode over to the girl on the floor, kicking her over before she pulled the picture out of her pocket and placed it in her own.

"Don't ever underestimate me just because of my blood." Dora glared before she performed the counter curse.

"I- . . ." Emily struggled to her feet, holding her shoulder as she looked over Nymphadora for a few moments. The red haired girl was surprised to see a small smirk appear on her lips "Nice, Nymphadora. I underestimated you, maybe it would benefit both of us to strike up an acquaintance."

Dora looked the girl up and down for a few moments before she turned, her hair turning black as she headed for the staircase "Don't call me Nymphadora."

Dora had possibly the best nights sleep she ever had since she came to Hogwarts last year that night.