A/n: hello, and welcome to the second part, or the beginning of Bellatrix's life after my previous book I made. (May be some spoilers so make sure to check it out!)
Abuse and suicidal thoughts may be in this story. For Mature audiences only.
Written by Oneshotforlife and cannot be used without the consent of Oneshotforlife.
Chapter one: the hoods of the night
The cement squeaked as she walked, the cold air flowed through the room. Everything was hollow and twisted. Unsure and unsolid.
Dementors bowed against the halls. Making sure there dark and hooded presence was felt.
Bellatrix slid down the wall, until she fell to the floor. Small portions of food slid through the chained door. She heard a whistle coming from the far side of the prison.
The whistle didn't stop for hours, not until Bellatrix yelled. "Shut it!" The whistle grew soft, and the prison turned cold and silent once again.
"You've got mail." The guard said roughly towards her cellmate. "Oi! I've said you've got mail!" He said louder. "He's dead." Bellatrix said coldly, unable to bear the argument.
"Oh." And the guy slumped off, tossing the letter onto his dead body. Bellatrix picked the letter off the mans stone-cold body, and opened the seal sharply.
She read the letter and a evil grin spread across her face. Making the room feel less dark.
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"Draco! Come now, there is no need for this fuss!" Narcissa said hardly. She had grown from her small cheery self, into a cold woman. Almost like the body Bellatrix found laying next to her.
Besides her, stood a small boy. Pale blonde hair, and grey eyes. Both inherited from his father. Narcissa tugged on his tie, and he yanked it undone again.
"Draco! You have to look proper for your fathers meeting! It's with the minister himself." She said tugging the tie around his neck for the second time. "Mum, why is the minister coming?" He asked, looking directly into Narcissa's eyes as he spoke.
"Business things I presume, afterwords we can go to a shop in diagon ally." Narcissa said kindly, before yanking the boys suit sleeve flat.
He nodded and walked downstairs with his mother, who put on her usual fake smile for the evening.
A couple hours later, the dinner finished, and Draco ran up to his mother once again. Awaiting his shopping.
"Let me just talk to dad Draco, then we can shop." Narcissa said walking away from the boy, into the room her husband sat in.
"What is it Narcissa." He said plainly. "I was just wondering if I could take Draco down to diagon ally. You know how much he loves the shops."
Lucious sighed, and looked her in the eyes. "No." She faced him again. "I beg your pardon?" She said bewildered. "I said No." he repeated.
"You see, Draco needs to be a man. A proper one. Perhaps a Weasley would run off to a shop and beg for toys. Draco needs education, and mannerism. We cannot produce bad behavior." Lucious said coldly.
"He's just a boy Lucious! He's not even 11 yet." Narcissa protested. "That's the age it starts Narcissa, I am done discussing this!" Lucious said angry, slamming the door in her face.
Narcissa drew quiet, and went to tell Draco the bad news. Her fake smile faded from her face.
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"You've got your things Dora?" Andy said, chasing after her daughter Nymphadora, who refused to be called but her given name.
"Yup." Dora said cooly, popping the 'P' as she spoke. "Excellent! Off you are!" Ted said excitedly. Dora beamed at her parents. "Have fun in your 3rd year! And don't forget to write to us." Andy said kindly.
"I would never forget, I'm not that forgetful Mum." Dora said smiling. "Oh and if we get another letter saying you impersonated a teacher again, you will be in big trouble." Dora grinned.
After she hugged her parents quickly, she ran off after her friend, Charlie Weasley. Her parents watched as she laughed, and smiled. She was truly enjoying herself.
"I would do anything to go back to Hogwarts." Andy said beaming at her daughter. Ted wrapped his arm over her shoulder, and guided her towards the exit.
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