January 10th,
Dear Diary,
Barty and I took a walk around the quiddich pitch yesterday, a lovely Saturday afternoon, during the Slytherin's practice. It was Lucius's suggestion, assuring we wouldn't be overheard. And indeed, seeing as it was well below freezing, no other students ventured to the quiddich pitch to support the Slytherin's shivering practice session.
Barty Junior's face was red from the cold, both of our breaths were visible in the frigid air, as we hugged our cloaks tightly around his, adorned in mittens, scarves, and hats, all of green and silver for me, and of yellow and black for Junior, his Hufflepuff paraphernalia.
"So how do you think Fabian will strike?" Junior asked, and I tried to distract myself from the January air.
"Recklessly and aggressively," I smirked, thinking of all I knew about Fabian's character, "Without wit, but with force."
"So our counter should contain a certain degree of cleverness, that mister Prewett does not possess?"
"I do not believe he lacks the capabilities to be clever, but he will not use them against me, he is too fueled by emotion, and thus, yes, I believe we need to be clever, but also forceful, just as forceful as he will surely be. We must match his aggression and outwit him. "
"Brilliant and bold, gotcha," Junior grinned, "So, any suggestions?"
"I'd like to make him suffer, but physical pain will just lead him into some sort of delusional belief in his own martyrdom, thus we must humiliate him." I strategized, and then added, with a smirk as cold as that winter day, 'Badly."
"Beautiful," He nodded as we circled the pitch, the players shouting words to one another yards above us, but their specific words were lots in the c old wind, their brooms whizzing above, Lucius, the captain, seemed to be responsible for the majority of the shouting.
"I think, since Gryffindors believe themselves to be so brave, it would be quite fun to make him look like a coward," I was snickering now.
"How?" Junior inquired eagerly as his teeth began to chatter.
"Let's make him look like a chicken," I was beaming, envisioned the humiliation in his eyes.
"I don't follow," Junior replied, shaking his head puzzled.
"Flobberworm jelly and hippogriff feathers," I grinned, "He'll look like a chicken! And I have both of those things in my potions kit, I don't mind using them for a good cause, I can steal some of Roddy's materials in class if need be."
"Beautiful," Junior said again, grinning with me this time, "Truly beautiful. From a lion to a chicken. Merlin, I love it. We should do it in the Great Hall, so everyone sees."
"Even better," I grinned wickedly, "The quiddich game tomorrow. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Before the match, because he is a chaser, is he not?"
"He is indeed," Junior nodded, "And a very mediocre one at that."
"Irrelevant, but good anyway," I laughed, "Now, when he goes to shake hands with the ravenclaw chaser, we're going to be sitting in the front row, right behind where the plays line up. I'll summon the bucket of flobberworm jelly we'll have set up behind the stands to rise and dump on him, and you'll summon the bag of feathers, a second later, which will be hidden in the same place to rise and pour all over him. Not only will the entire school see him humiliated, he'll be thrown off and play terribly. And I bet that the Ravenclaws will be laughing with us, the whole school will be. Even the Gryffindors won't be able to help but snigger. Some lion, they'll whisper, giggling, looks more like a chicken to me."
"He'll also entirely lose his cool," Junior was chuckling menacingly now, "He'll go mental, he'll probably get disqualified from the match, and then Ravenclaw will really love us. This is the best plan ever. I can't wait. This is going to be amazing."
"Entirely amazing," I agreed, "Now let's get out of this awful weather and set up the bags. And summon some butterbeer, because I am simply frozen. I'm an icicle."
"Me too," He laughed and we walked quickly across the snow dusted grounds, together, cackling at our ingenious operation.
Thus we finished our preparations, and our butter beers, and awaited anxiously for today to arrive, for it brings with it such wonderful hope, such wonderful anticipation.
At breakfast, Junior sat with Roddy, Lucius, Sev Dolohov and I, as we explained, in excited tones, every detail of our brilliant plan. They seemed pleased as they sipped their coffee and orange juice, and suddenly, the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw quiddich match became a lot for interesting for Slytherin.
As we left breakfast, early to ensure our required seats, we couldn't help but notice the hisses coming from the Gryffindor table. And I couldn't help but smile at them. It was game time.
The air was freezing, but I barely noticed as we sat down, watching the rest of the school stroll along the snow dusted grass and climb into seats, yawning, and cheering, clapping, and booing, waiting for the players to emerge from the locker room, shake hands, and let the game begin.
But our game had already began, Junior and I, sitting side by side, had our wands clutched tightly in our hands, placed on our laps, against our cloaks, ignoring the wind that tussled our hair and sent chills through our body, for I had a fire inside to warm me, the fire of victory.
The players emerged onto the frosted field to an onslaught of cheers and jeers. And Junior and I locked eyes and nodded. The two teams approached one another, and I flicked my wand, mumbling something beneath my breathe that only Junior could here, and he too, flicked his wand, and murmered and inaudible incantantion and out of nowhere a brown bucket of flobberworm jelly rose into the sky, and every player looked up in surprise, and then it emptied its contents on Fabian Prewett, who was still stunned when a brown bag of hippogriff feathers rose immediately after the jelly, and it too poured itself onto Fabian, covering his face, robes, hair, broom- everything with feathers. And thus, he was jellied and feather, on the snowy pitch in front of the entire school. The Slytherins were the first to laugh, unable to contain it, but the Ravenclaws, hungry for victory joined in. And once half the school was laughing, how could the Hufflepuffs help themselves? They held no loyalty to Fabian Prewett, and they too dissolved into chuckles. The Gryffindors began shouting in outrage, and Madame hooch rushed forward to Fabian who looked entirely stunned, but after he shook his head, and exactly what had happened dawned on his face, he turned towards the Slytherin side of the field and screamed.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU DISGUSTING SNAKES IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?"
We only laughed louder as Madame Hooch tried to contain him, before deciding he was too unstable to play and sent him to the infirmary for a good cleaning up and a calming draught. Furiously, and fecklessly, plucking feathers off his jellied robes, he stormed off the field, and the Gryffindors substiturted him with Nigel Jordan, their reserve chaser and the quiddich match commenced. It was the Slytherins who were the last to stop laughing, for well after Fabian stalked away, looking menacingly irate, we were retelling and re acting the glorious moment when the lion became a chicken. It was the least boring game of quiddich I've ever had the pleasure to attend. Junior, Roddy, Lucius, Sev, Dolohov, and I were still chortling as we headed for lunch after the game, and for the first time I felt as though I had truly BEATEN Fabian Prewett. I had equaled the humiliation he had inflicted on me, I had made me him feel defeated. And they say hurting others will not make you feel better.
Well I don't know who these people are who spread these lies, but they're crazy. I'm incredibly happy, and it is all thanks to Fabian's misery.
"Did you SEE his face?" Roddy was sniggering loudly as we exited the great hall after lunch passing by the rest of the Gryffindor team, "He looked like a chicken, a very angry chicken!"
"You know, I really think the look suited him," Lucius drawled, making eye contact with Gideon and Justin Wood as we crossed their paths and exited into the hallway.
"You two were the first to strike, I pity the rest of us who have to top that," Dolohov laughed, "I am very impressed."
"We all are, that was brilliant," Roddy beamed, "But now, we've set the broom in motion, and we should all be extra careful. This is the beginning of a little game I like to call… target practice."
"We have our targets," Lucius smiled coldly, "Let's grab our teammates and practice."
And that was how the great target practice war began.
Love,
Bella
January 13th,
Dear Diary,
The war within the corridors and classrooms of Hogwarts is in full swing.
At Dinner the evening after the quiddich match, James, underhandedly cursed Severus with a most unusual curse. He cursed him into the outfit of a clown. With clown make-up. Clown hair. Clown shoes. The entire hall, even the Slytherins couldn't help but laugh as he swore loudly and rushed to exit in the hallway fuming.
It was at breakfast the next day when James was cursed into a bright pink dress, embellished with lace and frills galore, bright red lipstick, purple eye shadow and high heels. He furiously cursed Snape's teeth into growing rapidly, who returned the favor by forcing James to tap dance in his lovely new ensemble. The two of them were given a 4 hour long detention with McGonagall.
Though their antics were of course, humiliating and effective, it was NOTHING compared to yesterday morning's events. Lucius and Amycus convinced a house elf in the kitchen that Dumbledore wanted to give Gideon Prewett a special drink because he had a cold, and this would certainly cure him.
It was a special drink all right. The moronic house elf slipped Gideon a love potion.
Gideon stood up at breakfast, quite abruptly, spilling the rest of his potion after only a couple innocent gulps, and searched frantically, his eyes grazing up and down the Slytherin table, until they came to a halt and his handsome mouth burst into a smile.
"Severus Snape!" He exclaimed, aoration eteched in every syllable, and I spit out my orange juice I was laughing so hard, "I love you. You are, the most handsome man at Hogwarts. Forget this Slytherin versus Gryffindor war, let's bring everyone together, let's just be together. Severus, please, I love you!"
"Ew," Severus scowled, and then whispered, furiously to Lucius, "You said you'd make him fall in love with Hagrid if I brewed you a strong love potion you fucking liar!"
But Lucius was too busy laughing too reply. Indeed, most of the hall was absorbed into laughter.
"Who would dare laugh in the face of love?" Gideon challenged furiously, while Fabian and Justin grabbed each of his arms, pulling him out of the great hall.
"Stop it you bloody gits, I want to be with Severus Snape!"He screamed at them as they dragged him away, "Sev, Sev, I love you! I am in love with you!"
"You do not love him, you've been jinxed or something!"Fabian tried to yell in fury, but the laughter of the rest of the hall drowned out his attempts at damage control. Gideon wasn't helping, still screaming of his love for Severus as they finally managed to drag him into the corridor outside and presumably to Madame Pomfrey.
"That was brilliant!" I choked, laughing so hard I clutched my stomach, "Loved every second of it!"
"Why me?" Severus demanded, furiously, "Haven't I been humiliated enough?"
"It was an honor, old boy," Roddy snorted, "No one is laughing at you, they're laughing at nutty Gideon Prewett. Great love potion, by the way, you've got talent, Sev."
"yeah, and it was used against me," he snapped, folding his skinny arms across his chest.
"Lighten up," Lucius drawled, "All is fair in love and war."
"And this is certainly war," Dolohov nodded in agreement.
"Hey, if you ask Gideon Prewett, this is love too," Roddy snickered, and we all became absorbed in laughter again, while Severus rolled his eyes and focused on finishing his pancakes and eggs.
It was at this time, I believe, that they remainder of the school who was not caught up in target practice, became aware that something had snapped between the DEY and the Gryffindors we like to call the Order of the Pigeons. The school had watched our growing vendetta blossom into open hostility and we could hear murmurs of betting on who would ultimately win, who who's pranks were funnier. It seemed the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws began to ANTICPATE our assaults on one another, and to be fair, they had become rather amusing. It was a war of dignity now, not violence, a war of pride. And if Slytherins and Gryffindors protect anything, it is their pride.
It was at dinner later that same day when Sirius simply walked over to Dolohov when the teachers weren't looking and punched him hard in the face.
"You're not worth wasting magic on, Death Eater scumbag," He laughed but before he walked away Dolohov disarmed him.
"YOU'RE the waste of magic, Sirius Black, and if you want to fight like a muggle you don't deserve a wand."
And with that, James leaped over the table, disarming Dolohov, and with that Dolohov raced forward punching Sirius in the face, and finally when the teachers looked over, everyone smiled., and put their hands in their pockets, my foul cousin and dear Dolohov both bleeding from their noses and James tossing each of them their wands, whistling to himself innocently.
"What just occurred here?" McGonagall shouted furiously.
"I don't remember," Sirius shrugged, wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve.
"Me either," Dolohov said dismissively, sitting back down to dinner.
"I'm just passing by!" James said quickly as McGonagall fixed her glare on him.
"Fine!" She threw up her hands in frustration and retreated to the staff table.
"This isn't over," Sirius whispered to Dolohov as the Great Hall watched the pair of them anxiously.
"It hasn't even begun," Dolohov shot back as Sirius and James strolled away as though nothing had happened and Lucius fixed Dolohov's broken and bloodied nose.
"Muggle dueling seriously?" Roddy laughed heartily, "I mean, they aren't squibs, I would expect better from a house elf."
"Just goes to show you their utter desperation," Lucius smirked.
"My nose hurts," Dolohov commented, scowling.
"Better than your pride, my friend," I smiled, "We're winning and they know it."
"How could we not win?" Roddy chuckled, "They're trying to act and think like us. Well, except Sirius, he's acting like a muggle with a mental disorder, but that's Sirius for you. Anyway, the harder they try to think like us, the easier it is for us to see right through them, strike, and emerge victorious as always. You do not fight fire with fire. They'll see. The whole bloody school will see."
"I must confess," Severus said, his voice smooth, "I do wonder what Gideon, Longbottom, and Fabian have in store for the three of you. They haven't made a move yet."
"If I thought they were smarter, I'd say they'd given up," Roddy smirked, "But we know better. They're probably waiting for the right moment. They're particularly vindictive. I'm curious as to what they're planning as well. But I'm far from concerned. "
"I concur," I nodded, rubbing my head, "But I wish they'd hurry, I do hate waiting. Patience is not one of my virtues."
"We're well aware, Bella," Lucius laughed, "But give them just a little longer. I doubt its one of their virtues either."
"Gryffindor's don't have virtues," Roddy laughed, "They have dirty blood and bad tempers."
And to that, we toasted.
Today was a most curious day, however, because though no open displays of aggression have been visible, I can feel it brewing, bubbling just below the surface, in the way Fabian looked at me during dinner, not with the usual dramatic loathing, but with a smug sort of rudimentary dislike. As though he knows something I don't know. And clearly, he must.
And Pettigrew, that fat nobody who follows around Potter and Sirius has been acting most… strange. He has been hovering around us, asking "what's going on, guys?"as though he is the world's poorest spy. But no one, not even that moron, can be that pitiful at spying, so when we curse him we do it in the manner that people swat flies, for if he is indeed spying, he has zero information, and if he's up to something else, well, I can't imagine what it would be, other than his general existence being generally annoying.
I rest with unease tonight, and I am sure this is just what Prewett wanted, a nervous Bella. Bastard.
I refuse to succumb to any sort of anxiety. I will get a GREAT night of sleep, no blood traitor will disrupt my contented rest. But I hate him so, so much. It's almost as annoying as love, this acute hatred. I wish I could jelly and feather him every day, bring his deflated head down another notch every day. But in the meantime, I wait, for I know he is furious, and I know he knows…I know he knows I was behind the incident at the quiddich match, and I know he hates me as much as I hate him. And I know all is fair in love and war. And I know this is war.
And it is all these things I know, all these facts, that torment me as I try to sleep.
Because when you know as much as I know, you know a storm is brewing.
Let it please hit Fabian harder than it hits me.
Love always,
Bella
January 15th,
Dear Diary,
Are you curious as I was, as to Pettigrew's motives in following us about like a lost pigmy puff?
He was seeing if we noticed Fabian's presence near us. Fabian's presence in an invisibility cloak. When he realized we noticed nothing, when Fabian realized we noticed nothing, he began carrying out his plan.
So it appears, he followed Roddy and I after dinner last night. We went to the green hallway, not to have sex even, just to talk, to be alone, to be one within each other, because you see sometimes two people can be complete without the rest of the world.
So Roddy and I leave dinner, hand in hand, bidding farewell to our friends at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and we made our way along the dungeon corridors until we found the hallway where the torches burned green,
"I'm exhausted," I complained, slumping onto the floor with Roddy's hand still in mine. He pulled me into his arms gently, "You're so comfortable. I can't wait until we live together and instead of falling asleep every night to Carla blabbing on and on about how cute Adonis Flint is, I can fall asleep on your chest, listening to your heart beat, your breathing."
"I can't wait either, Bells," He kissed my cheek, "I've been waiting all my life to be with you forever."
"Not possible, you met me when we were 11, so at most you've been waiting since then," I smirked up at him, as he caressed my hair.
"Okay, okay," He laughed as I nuzzled my head deeper into the crest of his shoulder, "I've been waiting since I was 11 for you. For you and I to be together forever."
"I promise forever," I whispered softly.
"Oh, I know," He grinned satisfied, "Hence why you're wearing the engagement ring."
"Don't get smug with me, I'll hex you," I teased.
"Which hex will you perform?" he inquired, amused.
"An engorging charm to your head, so it matches you fat ego," I giggled, and squirmed as he tickled me in response.
"No tickles," I said sternly, "That's not nice."
"When are you ever concerned with what's 'nice'?" He chuckled, as we resumed our cuddling position, with the cease fire of the tickling.
"Um," I paused, laughing slightly, "Well, never."
"Precisely, my love," He laughed, "So is what Dumbledore said still bothering you?"
"I refuse to allow myself to think about it," I sighed, "But clearly it bothers you, or why would you have brought it up?"
"What bothers me is that he only talked to you," Roddy chuckled, "Why doesn't Lucius deserve a lecture? He's the damn president. Its like, you're taking all the heat for the DEY, and that's unfair. Let Dumbledore interrogate me, not my beautiful."
"I gave nothing away." I assured him.
"I'm not doubting you, Bells, you misunderstand," He insisted, "I'm just really furious that Dumbledore is harassing you for doing what's right. He's such an old fool. What a waste of incredible talent."
"That's what I kept thinking," I sighed, "I know he wanted me to feel sad about some lady who lost her family to Grindelwald or whoever, and I know he wanted me to feel scared of Azkaban, or scared of being uncovered in the DEY, but really, all I felt was that his life was a tragedy because he picked the losing side. I felt sad he was so delusional, sad he was wasting his brilliance on the impure and unworthy, how useless, right? And I also felt angry, angry he was against everything I believe in, and trying to fill my head with endless propaganda. Funny thing, he was like 'All the blood traitors have parents, you know, you're killing someone's children.' And all I could think was 'Not if you're the Prewetts!"
Roddy laughed, and I thought I heard something in the corner, but disregarded it. It sound like a hiss, but it must have been the fire, I told myself.
"Well not every talented wizard can be on our side, some people are blind," Roddy mused, absentmindedly, running his hands along my long hair, "I mean, it wouldn't be a war if we didn't have people with skills opposing us. It would be like fighting muggles."
"Ugh, I hate muggles, imagine growing up in a muggle home and then coming here?" I rolled my eyes, "It really is just an insane thought. I cannot believe its allowed, we should have gone to Durmstrang."
"No, because we can change things here, we can make a difference, " Roddy grinned, "We have a purpose, without the losers, without the traitors and mudbloods, we'd lose our purpose. We were born to serve our Lord, we were born for this. We should thank them. They give us target practice, remember."
"Fabian covered in feathers," I said simply, giggling.
"It was beautiful, truly beautiful, I though his head was going to explode," Roddy looked lost in a very happy recollection, "He was such an angry, angry chicken."
"Cheers," I beamed, and we kissed, briefly.
"Do you think in 50 years, we'll be as happy as we are now?" I asked him, kissing his neck.
"Happier," He replied, moaning slightly, "Because we'll have rid the wizarding world of filth and we'll be ruling over muggles, and we'll be the Dark Lord's favorites, his most loyal, most devoted…"
"We only have a few minutes before we're meeting Lucius and Severus to help them come up with some new ideas for Gideon and James," I reminded him as I kissed him passionately, "What can we do in a few minutes?"
"Make out," He grinned, grabbing my hair furiously and pulling me towards him, "Merlin, you're stunning. I can't believe you're mine."
"All yours." I whispered, caressing his back, clawing him slightly as we kissed more aggressively.
"Top off," He whispered, tugging on the edge of my school sweater.
"We have to go soon!" I resisted, laughing.
"Please, Bella?" He pouted, and I briefly lifted my shirt and bra.
"happy?" I laughed as he flipped me over, pushing me against the wall and kissing my neck.
"Ecstatic," He replied breathlessly, "I want you, do we have to meet Lucius and Sev?"
"We'll finish this later, in your bed when your stupid roommates are asleep," I laughed, pushing him gently away, "Work hard, play hard."
"Oh but I want to play first," He grinned as I ran my fingers through my hair, and re applied my lip stick, "I just want you right now, they can wait."
"You can wait, Rod," I laughed, "I love you, though."
"I bet you say that to all your boyfriends," He teased, sighing and leaning against the wall.
"No, only you," I smirked and grabbed his hand, leading him back towards the common room.
"I'm a lucky man," He laughed, and squeezed my hand, "I really am though. You amaze me. Daily. I never knew anything so certainly than the way I love you. And the Dark Lord."
"That's exactly how I feel," I smiled, feeling so at home, "Nothing matters sometimes except you and the Dark Lord, the only two things I love with all my heart, my two weakenesses. It is love that rules us, when everyone thinks its hate. The Dark Arts are hardly dark."
"The Dark Arts have always shown me the light," He grinned, "I will never forsake them, and I will never forsake you, the only woman who could ever capture my heart. The most beautiful woman in the world."
"Sometimes I feel like a child with a bad temper," I conceded, giggling.
"You are a woman with bold beliefs and a strong heart," he corrected me as we walked into the common room and he added, "I love you more than anything."
"I love you more than everything," I whispered back, thinking that he was actually tied with the Dark Lord, but not feeling the need to mention that particular thought. And then the door to the common room closed, and we joined Lucius and Sev by the fire.
Now, that is a typical night with Roddy and I, I usually do not detail them to you, dear diary, for it is our romance, and while it is beautiful, it is not as riveting as the rest of this twisted life I lead. And I adore those moments we spend together, I do cherish them, they give me hope, they make every day a little brighter, and I love Roddy so very much, but the reason I detail this particular night we shared together in our green hallway, was because SOMEONE was there in an invisibility cloak.
And SOMEONE had a camera.
Therefore, this morning, breakfast started with a great deal of unease, as the Gryffindor table began to snicker as Roddy and I walked into the room, and suddenly, as we sat beside Lucius and Rosier at the breakfast table, Fabian rose from the Gryffindor table with a stack of papers. He handed a third of the stack to the first person at the Ravenclaw table, Donald Chang, who blushed, dropped them stack, and the boy to his right retrieved them and gasped, and suddenly, as he passed them along, several people keeping copies as they circulated, the Ravenclaw table was smirking over towards the Slytherins as well, and I felt a sinking feeling in the depths of my stomach, in the depths of my heart, that Fabian had finally found his revenge, though I did not know then how very far he had gone as he passed half of the remaining stack to the Hufflepuff table, all of whom, began to turn, facing the Slytherins with the rest of the hall as the papers were passed around, from hands to hands, from the top of the long table to the bottom.
And then, with confidence that a boy who was recently jellied and feathered should not possess, Fabian sauntered over to the Slytherin table.
"Greetings, snakes," He said cheerily. Entirely TOO cheerily.
"What the fuck do you want, blood traitor?" Rosier called from the middle of the table where we were seated, "Tell us and leave, your face is making me lose my appetite."
"So hostile, so hostile," He chuckled, "Please, dear friends, I come baring gifts. Enjoy."
And with that he handed the first paper off the stack to Reggie who was seated first at the table with Cissy and his fourth year friends.
"You sick fuck," Reggie said softrly, but our table was silent and thus his voice carried, "Go burn those, all of them, you should get in serious trouble for this. Serious trouble you perverted piece of scum."
"Oh that's right," Fabian sneered and I knew something horrible had happened, and my heart began to plumet, "She's your cousin isn't she? You probably don't want a copy then."
"What do you have there, Prewett?" Roddy stood up, the table shaking as he moved so quickly, his voice dangerous.
"Here," Fabian flung the papers across the table, "Nothing you and Malfoy haven't seen before."
The pictures were off the split second I lifted my shirt for Roddy the previous evening. The second I was exposed, forever immortalized in a photograph. It was a photo of me smiling, pulling up my shirt and bra, and then immediately pulling the shirt back down, smiling almost shyly, at Roddy who was not included in the most humiliating piece of paper I'd ever had the misfortune of seeing.
"How?" I asked, still too stunned to react, the entire great hall now fixated on the scene unfolding before them.
"An invisibility cloak and a silent camera," He laughed, "Like it? "
It wasn't I who struck first, but Roddy. Fabian was disarmed and then flung suspended in mid air, the teachers crowding around, now fully aware of the outbreaking situation and between the screaming of the teachers and the screaming between Roddy and Fabian, somewhere along the lines, I lost it. And I set Fabian on fire. Ignited him while he was upside down in mid air in front of the entire Great Hall, including the headmaster.
Now, we're back in detentions every Friday. Everyone who the teachers have seen engage in this new war. Myself, Roddy, Fabian, Gideon, Severus, Lucius (by association I presume), Dolohov, Sirius, and James. Another term, another group, another season of detentions. Every Thursday night until summer.
But this won't stop us; we merely have to be more discrete.
It was a bit awkward, staring at a room full of people who have just stared at your breasts, but I refused to run out of the great hall like a child, and Roddy, after the commotion died down and Fabian was sent back to the Gryffindor table, and the teachers returned to the staff table, looking entirely overwhelmed, well Roddy stood up, and began tearing each copy that was thrown on the Slytherin table. Most of the Slytherins cooperated, even Evan Rosier handed over the three copies he has stashed in his book bag. And Roddy tore them into pieces furiously.
At the hufflepuff table, Junior tore up as many as he could, and at the Ravenclaw table Rookwood disposed of as many as he himself could, and finally at the Gryffindor table, Andy and Ted ripped up the few they could retrieve.
I felt victimized, but also, for the first time in my life- I wasn't the bad guy. People weren't glaring at me. Perhaps they were staring curiously, or leering slightly (Rosier, Crabbe, Goyle), but the glares, the looks of disgust from the other three tables I was so accustomed to- they were all directed towards Fabian, and with a swift intake of breathe I began to laugh.
"I still win," I said, half smirking, half cringing, "The whole school saw me topless, yes, but now they think Fabian is a creepy pervert. I win, I do, I still win. He's still a chicken, and if anything, I'm the bloody lioness."
"It helps that you look really hot," Roddy confessed, snickering, "But I don't like the school seeing you like that…"
"Nor do I," I shuddered, "But it happened, and now we have to look at it from this perspective… His little psycho revenge ploy? Backfired! His stupid curse bounced right back in his stupid face, and here I am, poor little Bella. And there he is, creepy stalker Prewett. The school might think I'm a bit of a slut, but they think he's a twisted pervert. Now you see those looks of disdain they shoot him? I wouldn't mind them one bit, I almost miss them, id rather those than looks of sympathy, but you see, they will bother Fabian, shake up, make him feel like the bad guy, or drive him mental for not succeeding."
"Besides that, every guy in the school is going to fancy you," Lucius snickered, "And I'm sure all the girls will be sick with jealous, 'I wish I was Bella Black, she's like a celebrity and she's so hot',"
"You really think so?" I grinned evilly, "I do love lust and jealousy."
"Well then today's your lucky day," Roddy laughed, but still looked furious, "I'm glad it back fired, I am truly, but I am a bit protective of you, you know. I feel a bit sick."
"You're taking this harder than I am." I smirked.
"No," Roddy shook his head, laughing slightly, "I'm being open about how I feel about it. You're just as flustered and aggravated as I am. You feel violated and furious, but you don't show a shred of that, because you're Bella Black, and to be fair, you have become quite famous. So keep that pretty chin up, and keep the world convinced you're immortal."
"They seem pretty convinced," I smiled.
"Good," Roddy returned the smile, exhaustedly, "What a bloody morning. Can I go back to bed?"
"As if, we have history of magic, mister," I laughed, dragging him up with me, and hand in hand, with my chin held high, and my chest shamelessly pushed out, I stood to exit the Great Hall. And Lucius, Sev, and Dolohov began clapping, Carla, Cissy, and Reggie immediately joining in until the entire Slytherin table was applauding me, some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs followed suit, and I exited a hero, while Fabian sat there a criminal.
How lovely it was to be a victim once, and only once, for I do indeed prefer the glares of loathing to the nods of pity, but it was hurting Fabian more than it was hurting me. I was impervious I told myself, nothing could bother me, and many of those photographs had been shred, shred to pieces by my supporters, I had been cheered on, I had been made a heroine, not a fallen Slytherin princess, but a revered one, one whose people rushed to defend her.
I feel so alive, but so dizzy. The whole school did see a lot of me today, more than I ever would have chosen, and I do feel a bit sick, a bit vulnerable, like Fabian got to me once more, ever so slightly. And though I am the victor, there is a small scratch on my price that was not there when I rose from my bed this morning.
And there are months of detentions awaiting us that I did not have this morning
And I have never felt as… loved… as I have today. And I never dreamed I had so many friends this morning.
And thus I begin to wonder as I lay in bed, am I the same person I was this morning?
All I know, is I will never concede defeat, I will never show he's gotten past my armor and attacked my dignity by exposing me to every judgmental eye in the Great Hall. No, he will never know that I wanted to cry, and scream, and punch him.
And for my one day as a victim, I will say this, if it ever happens again, I'll do a lot more than light him on fire. I'll light the whole damn school on fire if anyone comes that close to hurting me again.
I'll turn every plate in the Gryffindor table into a snake, I'll crucio Fabian on the spot. I will do anything to never be vulnerable again.
But in the meantime, a wounded princesses, but a loved princess, I'll take my title and cherish my fans, the jealous, the lustful, the sympathetic, and let my one weakness be known: I am female. And that is the only thing that Fabian has ever been able to use against me. But that is my greatest blessing, in my beauty, in my feminine strength, in having Roddy, in being the first female death eater. Yes, I derive more power from being a princess than I would as a prince. So Fabian can take the one weakness he has found and exploit it until his heart is content, or no longer beating. I will always win. And when we meet as auror and Death Eater, I'll whisper to him that he gets to be the victim this time. Lucky him. And I'll make the murder slow. And I'll make him beg, because what could hurt his pride more than begging to me? But oh yes, he'll beg before I'm finished. I have the title of a princess and the heart of a warrior, and the reputation of a murderer. But as I said, this world is broken, twisted, sick. My goal is to fix it. Why is that so wrong in the eyes of so many?
One day the tales of my glory and my triumphs will be legendary. And Fabian Prewett can fuck himself.
Love, Bella.
Author's Notes:
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