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Chapter Fourteen

Maria looked at the mirror, frowning contemplatively. She was wearing her normal black robes, since wizardly fashion, at least in terms of clothes, hadn't changed much since the 1960's. That still left her hair and eyes though. "What color do you think?" Maria asked, removing her contacts and putting on glasses.

"Black." Dear said immediately.

"Isn't that a little too much black?" Maria asked, experimentally turning her eyes purple, then blue, then orange, just for fun.

"It's Bellatrix." Dear pointed out.

"Fair enough." Maria said, turning her eyes black. "Now, what about the hair?"

"I don't know, what was popular in the 60's?" Dear asked.

"Yeah, no. 60's hair is like 80's hair, but even less fun. No, I think I'll go with this." Maria tapped the top of her head with her wand and watched as her hair grew longer, eventually reaching the small of her back, and became slightly curlier as well.

"Oh, that's so much better than a beehive." Dear said dryly.

"Yes. Yes it is." Maria retorted, removing her wand from atop her head.

"You're going to end up stepping on that thing" Dear told her.

"No I won't." Maria said, rolling her eyes. "Now stop being silly and turn off the invisibility." Dear sighed, and did as she asked.

A few seconds later

A sixteen year old Bellatrix Black jumped and turned to stare at the phone booth that had appeared in the middle of her bedroom. "The hell?" She demanded. Her confused anger only grew when a young woman, who looked to be only a little bit older than her, stepped out of the box and walked over to her.

"Hello, you can call me Olivia." The woman said, holding out her hand to shake. Bellatrix stared at her for a moment.

"Who the hell are you?" She demanded. "What is that thing? How did you get in my bedroom?"

"Quite frankly, I'd be worried if I wasn't in your bedroom." Olivia said, looking around. "And I believe that's a phone booth."

"Oddly enough, those are the least important of my questions." Bellatrix growled. Olivia sighed.

"Okay, in the simplest terms possible, I'm your imaginary friend." Bellatrix raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I don't have an imaginary friend." She pointed out. "I've never had one."

"Well, you do now." Olivia said with a shrug.

"Why?" Bellatrix demanded. Olivia frowned, and then made to grab the younger woman's wand. Bellatrix jumped back and pointed the wand at Olivia. "Why did you do that?" She demanded.

"Before I tell you, you have to promise not to try and kill anything, or anyone." Olivia said slowly.

"Fine." Bellatrix said with a shrug. "I'm not stupid enough to try and do under age magic anyway."

"…Remember that 'therapist' your parents sent you to yesterday?" Olivia asked warily. Bellatrix nodded, scowling. Her parents had decided that she needed 'help', that her tendency to get into fights was a bad thing, as was her fondness for being alone and the fact that she didn't hate her cousin Sirius. "Well, he may have spiked your tea with a special potion." Bellatrix went deathly silent, and 'Olivia' glanced nervously at the door, casting Muffliato when Bellatrix wasn't looking.

"What kind of potion?" Bellatrix growled.

"Don't worry, I'm the only thing it did." Olivia said quickly.

"What kind of potion?" Bellatrix repeated, her grip on her wand tightening. Olivia sighed.

"I am, simply put, here to make you normal, in theory. I am the 'physical' manifestation of your conscience, your kinder aspects, and, well, I was also supposed to be your 'pureblood pride' but fortunately for the both of us, you didn't finish the tea. My purpose, such as it is, is to follow you around and make you a 'better person'. On the bright side though, between you only pretending to finish the tea and the strength of your personality, it's my choice as to what constitutes a better person, not your parents'."

"So, you're going to be here with me for as long as the potion lasts?" Bellatrix demanded. Olivia nodded. She gritted her teeth. "How long, exactly, is this going to last?" Olivia paused and looked around.

"Ooh, that bed looks comfortable." Olivia said, walking towards the bed in question.

"Olivia…" Bellatrix growled. She didn't want to refer to this hallucination by its name, but it was better than calling it 'girl' or 'thing'. Olivia froze and winced.

"Seven years." She said apologetically. It usually took that long to make sure Bellatrix didn't go evil.

"Seven years?" Bellatrix yelled. "But I didn't even drink the whole cup!" Olivia shrugged helplessly.

"Well, a spoonful of Felix Felicis can make the entire universe revolve around you for a whole day. Potions are powerful things."

"So, you're saying that I'm stuck with you for seven years." Bellatrix said slowly, glaring at Olivia, who nodded. "And you're going to follow me around for that whole time?"

"Well, I'll leave you alone in the bathroom, the shower, and if you end up doing…it. But yeah, otherwise I'm stuck following you around." Bellatrix sighed, and then brightened slightly.

"Wait, you're my conscience, right?" Olivia nodded warily.

"So, that means that, technically, I don't have one right? I mean, it's a lot easier to ignore you when you're a physical being rather than an abstract concept, I just have to cast a silencing spell on you when I get to school."

"Uh, no, sorry." Olivia said, deciding to nip that line of thought in the bud. "I'm only physical in the sense that you now see me as a person, as opposed to a voice in your head. Spells don't really work on me." Bellatrix groaned.

"Why is that potion even legal?" She demanded.

"Well, technically it's not." Olivia said.

"What?"

"It's not legal. But, it's kind of impossible to prove that it was used without Veritaserum, since nobody else can see me, even if you want them to, so for all other people would know, you've just gone insane."

"You say that as though I'm not already insane." Bellatrix pointed out.

"As a figment of your imagination and a representation of a good third or your brain, I like to pretend that there's still hope for us." Olivia said with a shrug. "Well, you really. There's no hope for me. I'm going to be going back into the ether of non-sentience in seven years." Bellatrix nodded.

"So, just to summarize, we're stuck together for seven years, and there's nothing I can do about it." She asked.

"Yeah, that's the long and short of it." Olivia told her.

"Okay, that's…not great, but I'll learn to live with it." Bellatrix said. "Now explain the phone booth." Olivia shrugged.

"What's to explain? That's my home. I'm not going to be sleeping in your bed after all." Bellatrix blinked.

"Why is it a phone booth then?"

"How should I know?" Olivia asked. "It's your brain."

"You're part of my brain!" Bellatrix protested.

"And you're crazy." Olivia said defensively. "How am I supposed to know why anything is the way it is?" Bellatrix glared at her.

"So, my brain decided that the best place to house the physical representation of my conscience was a phone booth?" She demanded.

"Apparently." Olivia said, shrugging. "Now, is that all your questions? I'm rather tired." Bellatrix stared at her, then sighed.

"Yes." Olivia smiled.

"Great. See you tomorrow!" She said, turning around and walking back into the phone booth, shutting the doors behind her. Bellatrix frowned and tried to open the phone booth doors, but they were locked. "Can I help you?" Olivia asked, sticking her head back out.

"It's locked." Bellatrix said, frowning.

"Indeed it is." Olivia said, nodding. "What of it?"

"Why is it locked? Isn't it part of my brain?"

"Yes, but remember, it's not real." Olivia told her. "If you were to walk inside, it would represent you leaving the world and withdrawing into your mind. If you were really lucky, it would just result in you going into a coma. If you're not lucky though, you'd die." Bellatrix blanched and stepped back. "Smart choice." Olivia said with a smile. "See you tomorrow." With that, she shut the door, double checking the lock.

"Imaginary friend? Really?" Dear asked. Maria rolled her eyes and took off her glasses. "What'll you do if she decides to do some research to try and find a way to get rid of you and can't find any information about it?"

"It's an illegal potion that's at least as complicated as Felix Felicis. It stands to reason that it'd be incredibly difficult to find anything about it, especially with Dumbledore as the Headmaster." Maria said calmly, walking over to her bed and falling back onto it. "Do me a favor? Wake me up when she wakes up."

Author's Notes (Please read, actually important)

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