CHAPPIE 2
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own anyone you don't recognize!
A/N: thank yous! To my 2 reviewers (Yay!)
hbdragon88 : Thank you! Yes, I'm intrigued with Bellatrix's character
too, and wanted a bit more of a background story for her. I always
thought it was interesting the way ol' voldie dealt with her back at the
department of mysteries, and wondered just HOW close the two were before
his downfall. Hmm.. the possibilities...^_^
Kady Rilla Wholi : Thanks! I'm tryin!
***
Bellatrix Black, Emmeline Rhodes, Severus Snape and the rest of the 5th year slytherins walked towards their respective detentions after an uneventful dinner. "I don't see why we should have to serve separate detentions- we were all in on the same prank!" Said Bellatrix.
"Yeah, I'd feel the same way if I had my detention in the potions room. Professor Allen always has students doing the most disgusting chores," Emmeline replied.
Emmeline was the first to reach her destination. As she walked into the Transfiguration classroom, she turned back and said, "Oh, Potter is in the same detention. I can tell this will be a *fabulous* night."
The Slytherins snorted at this, and continued on their way. Soon it was just Snape and Bellatrix making the trek. They started talking about the Potter's winter ball. "My parents are forcing me to go- I even have to buy new dress robes for the occasion," Snape complained.
"Yes, I can see how looking decent would be a real bother for you, Severus. Only, it's a wizard ball, you know. Your parents want to show off. Make everyone jealous. That's what the parties are all about, really. They have nothing to do with the socializing."
"That's so juvenile. I personally don't give a damn what anyone thinks about me."
"Of course you do, Severus. Why else are you so keen to hex anyone who dares to insult your own self? Don't deny it, you hate being labeled as a greasy, slimy git. You hate being unpopular."
"You really think you've got the measure of me, do you, Bellatrix?" Snape said bitterly. "Think you're so smart, analyzing me. You don't even know me. We've never had a real conversation in all our years at Hogwarts- you only deign to talk to me if I could prove useful in the given situation."
"So?"
Bellatrix turned to Snape. Was that a hurt look in his eye? No, couldn't be. This was Snape, after all. Despite what she said less than a minute ago, Bellatrix really believed he was untouchable.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, and Snape didn't even look up as he entered his own detention site. Feeling slightly confused, Bellatrix moved on, deciding to push those thoughts to the back of her mind till later.
Finally, Bellatrix reached the dungeons, and groaned as she looked around and saw her cousin at work slicing up a Flobberworm. She turned to Professor Allen, who promptly took off 10 points from Slytherin for her two minutes tardiness. She was seated next to a smirking Sirius, and wondered how David Allen could ever have been hired for this job. The position of potions master really needed a person who could empathize with the students...or at least the Slytherins at any rate. Suppressing a sigh, Bellatrix got to work, glad that the Professor was grading papers in the front and paying no attention to the detentionees.
"Three quarters of an inch, cut at a fourty-five degree angle, knife in the left hand, crossing the last two fingers ring over pinky," she read aloud.
"Awwww, be creative. Like me, for example. Here I have the two-thirds inch, thirty-degree angle, right hand cut Flobberworms. And here I have-"
"I'm not trying to earn another detention here, Sirius. The two weeks was quite enough for me."
"Two weeks? Not bad! Of course, my esteemed friend James and I hold the record, six weeks, for a single prank."
"Oh, that's right, when you charmed the meat to come 'alive' at the Welcoming feast last year." Bellatrix almost had the urge to smile. The 'reborn animals' had gotten up and started chasing and/or attacking random people in the Great Hall. It had been utter chaos. Maybe Emmeline was right about Sirius. He did know how to make a good time. If only he weren't a bloody Gryffindor.
She looked over at him, and saw he was fiddling with a handheld mirror. Talking into it, even. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing." But before Sirius could pull his mirror away, Bellatrix caught sight of a boy with glasses staring back in the reflection.
"Merlin, that's James Potter! What the hell kind of mirror is that??"
Sirius sighed. Why did James have to contact him now, of all times, when he was in the middle of a conversation with his sneaky Slytherin cousin?
Meanwhile, Bellatrix had grabbed the mirror from Sirius' hand and attempted to make sense of it. Potter, in a mirror? The Potter in the mirror looked confused. All of the sudden, his face was gone, replaced with shiny black hair framing a heart shaped face and dark blue eyes. Herself. What in the world...?
But Bellatrix was too wrapped up in admiring her reflection in the mirror to notice Professor Allen creep behind her. He confiscated the mirror straightaway.
"This is detention, not a beauty charms class! I suggest you finish slicing your Flobberworms so you can get out of my sight already. Now get on with it! And you too, Mister Black, unless you are looking to set the school record for most detentions ever"
Sirius looked hopeful for a minute before glaring at her. "Thanks cousin, really."
"You said yourself it was nothing." Bellatrix smirked. Only, it would have been interesting to find the mystery behind the mirror.
The rest of the detention passed without consequence; unfortunately Bellatrix was informed she would be mirrorless till her two weeks of detention was up. Sirius wasn't happy, but there was nothing to be done.
***
The next morning, Bellatrix and Emmeline were comparing detentions. Apparently Emmeline had noticed a mirror Potter had had as well, but couldn't get a good look at it.
The owl post came, and Bellatrix was delighted to discover a letter from her older sister Narcissa:
Dear Bella, How is Hogwarts? I DO hope you are studying extra hard in Transfiguration; that 'A' you received last year was shameful. Do you remember that Lucius Malfoy character you met over the summer? Well, of course you do, he slapped you in the face for laughing at him when he tripped. Anyways, father checked his lineage, and said it was respectable; so I may accept when he asks for me to be his wife (which he will, of course). It will be very nice to be his wife; however, he had better not expect me to produce more than one heir, as it would ruin my perfect figure. It's about time you started looking for a husband, you know. Think along these guidelines: Pureblood, Slytherin (Ravenclaw if you're getting desperate; I suppose it wouldn't be the end of the world), rich, powerful, handsome...and of course he will have to meet father's approval, after all.
Good luck, and keep me posted. Sincerely, Narcissa
Bellatrix reflected on the letter. She was very happy for her sister, as Malfoy was a very powerful and respected family, especially among Slytherins. However, she did not think it was time to start considering about a husband for her own. She was only fifteen, after all. And the thought of becoming a housewife had never appealed to her. That was the role of most pureblood wives, unfortunately. She knew the importance of producing an heir; more pureblood children were needed to combat the growing number of muggleborns and such being taught magic (plus the whole continuing their line, anyway). But what after that? She just wanted something to do, something to be a part of; that wasn't boring, after all.
Bellatrix looked up from her letter and glanced at Snape. Another thing to think about. What had prompted him to act that way last night? It was no secret that she lied and manipulated people left and right- she was a Slytherin, after all. He wouldn't meet her gaze. Did that matter? Was he really just another pawn she used to get what she wanted? Or did she really enjoy talking to him; spending time with him? 'I suppose I should try approaching him in a non-selfish manner for once, see what that brings me,' She thought.
If that could help sort out her confusion, it was worth a try. There was nothing Bellatrix hated more than not feeling in control of a situation.
***
Walking out of the Great Hall, Emmeline voiced the thought that the Gryffindors hadn't retaliated yet. It being unusual, for they usually hit right back with another prank.
"Oh, I suppose its because I wont get the mirror back for two weeks and Sirius needs something to hold over my head to get it back. I certainly couldn't hand it over with the knowledge of some prank having just been fired at us," Bellatrix replied.
End chappie 2
Next chappie: a visit to hogsmeade, possible more Snape/Bellatrix interaction
Be a dear and review!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own anyone you don't recognize!
A/N: thank yous! To my 2 reviewers (Yay!)
hbdragon88 : Thank you! Yes, I'm intrigued with Bellatrix's character
too, and wanted a bit more of a background story for her. I always
thought it was interesting the way ol' voldie dealt with her back at the
department of mysteries, and wondered just HOW close the two were before
his downfall. Hmm.. the possibilities...^_^
Kady Rilla Wholi : Thanks! I'm tryin!
***
Bellatrix Black, Emmeline Rhodes, Severus Snape and the rest of the 5th year slytherins walked towards their respective detentions after an uneventful dinner. "I don't see why we should have to serve separate detentions- we were all in on the same prank!" Said Bellatrix.
"Yeah, I'd feel the same way if I had my detention in the potions room. Professor Allen always has students doing the most disgusting chores," Emmeline replied.
Emmeline was the first to reach her destination. As she walked into the Transfiguration classroom, she turned back and said, "Oh, Potter is in the same detention. I can tell this will be a *fabulous* night."
The Slytherins snorted at this, and continued on their way. Soon it was just Snape and Bellatrix making the trek. They started talking about the Potter's winter ball. "My parents are forcing me to go- I even have to buy new dress robes for the occasion," Snape complained.
"Yes, I can see how looking decent would be a real bother for you, Severus. Only, it's a wizard ball, you know. Your parents want to show off. Make everyone jealous. That's what the parties are all about, really. They have nothing to do with the socializing."
"That's so juvenile. I personally don't give a damn what anyone thinks about me."
"Of course you do, Severus. Why else are you so keen to hex anyone who dares to insult your own self? Don't deny it, you hate being labeled as a greasy, slimy git. You hate being unpopular."
"You really think you've got the measure of me, do you, Bellatrix?" Snape said bitterly. "Think you're so smart, analyzing me. You don't even know me. We've never had a real conversation in all our years at Hogwarts- you only deign to talk to me if I could prove useful in the given situation."
"So?"
Bellatrix turned to Snape. Was that a hurt look in his eye? No, couldn't be. This was Snape, after all. Despite what she said less than a minute ago, Bellatrix really believed he was untouchable.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, and Snape didn't even look up as he entered his own detention site. Feeling slightly confused, Bellatrix moved on, deciding to push those thoughts to the back of her mind till later.
Finally, Bellatrix reached the dungeons, and groaned as she looked around and saw her cousin at work slicing up a Flobberworm. She turned to Professor Allen, who promptly took off 10 points from Slytherin for her two minutes tardiness. She was seated next to a smirking Sirius, and wondered how David Allen could ever have been hired for this job. The position of potions master really needed a person who could empathize with the students...or at least the Slytherins at any rate. Suppressing a sigh, Bellatrix got to work, glad that the Professor was grading papers in the front and paying no attention to the detentionees.
"Three quarters of an inch, cut at a fourty-five degree angle, knife in the left hand, crossing the last two fingers ring over pinky," she read aloud.
"Awwww, be creative. Like me, for example. Here I have the two-thirds inch, thirty-degree angle, right hand cut Flobberworms. And here I have-"
"I'm not trying to earn another detention here, Sirius. The two weeks was quite enough for me."
"Two weeks? Not bad! Of course, my esteemed friend James and I hold the record, six weeks, for a single prank."
"Oh, that's right, when you charmed the meat to come 'alive' at the Welcoming feast last year." Bellatrix almost had the urge to smile. The 'reborn animals' had gotten up and started chasing and/or attacking random people in the Great Hall. It had been utter chaos. Maybe Emmeline was right about Sirius. He did know how to make a good time. If only he weren't a bloody Gryffindor.
She looked over at him, and saw he was fiddling with a handheld mirror. Talking into it, even. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing." But before Sirius could pull his mirror away, Bellatrix caught sight of a boy with glasses staring back in the reflection.
"Merlin, that's James Potter! What the hell kind of mirror is that??"
Sirius sighed. Why did James have to contact him now, of all times, when he was in the middle of a conversation with his sneaky Slytherin cousin?
Meanwhile, Bellatrix had grabbed the mirror from Sirius' hand and attempted to make sense of it. Potter, in a mirror? The Potter in the mirror looked confused. All of the sudden, his face was gone, replaced with shiny black hair framing a heart shaped face and dark blue eyes. Herself. What in the world...?
But Bellatrix was too wrapped up in admiring her reflection in the mirror to notice Professor Allen creep behind her. He confiscated the mirror straightaway.
"This is detention, not a beauty charms class! I suggest you finish slicing your Flobberworms so you can get out of my sight already. Now get on with it! And you too, Mister Black, unless you are looking to set the school record for most detentions ever"
Sirius looked hopeful for a minute before glaring at her. "Thanks cousin, really."
"You said yourself it was nothing." Bellatrix smirked. Only, it would have been interesting to find the mystery behind the mirror.
The rest of the detention passed without consequence; unfortunately Bellatrix was informed she would be mirrorless till her two weeks of detention was up. Sirius wasn't happy, but there was nothing to be done.
***
The next morning, Bellatrix and Emmeline were comparing detentions. Apparently Emmeline had noticed a mirror Potter had had as well, but couldn't get a good look at it.
The owl post came, and Bellatrix was delighted to discover a letter from her older sister Narcissa:
Dear Bella, How is Hogwarts? I DO hope you are studying extra hard in Transfiguration; that 'A' you received last year was shameful. Do you remember that Lucius Malfoy character you met over the summer? Well, of course you do, he slapped you in the face for laughing at him when he tripped. Anyways, father checked his lineage, and said it was respectable; so I may accept when he asks for me to be his wife (which he will, of course). It will be very nice to be his wife; however, he had better not expect me to produce more than one heir, as it would ruin my perfect figure. It's about time you started looking for a husband, you know. Think along these guidelines: Pureblood, Slytherin (Ravenclaw if you're getting desperate; I suppose it wouldn't be the end of the world), rich, powerful, handsome...and of course he will have to meet father's approval, after all.
Good luck, and keep me posted. Sincerely, Narcissa
Bellatrix reflected on the letter. She was very happy for her sister, as Malfoy was a very powerful and respected family, especially among Slytherins. However, she did not think it was time to start considering about a husband for her own. She was only fifteen, after all. And the thought of becoming a housewife had never appealed to her. That was the role of most pureblood wives, unfortunately. She knew the importance of producing an heir; more pureblood children were needed to combat the growing number of muggleborns and such being taught magic (plus the whole continuing their line, anyway). But what after that? She just wanted something to do, something to be a part of; that wasn't boring, after all.
Bellatrix looked up from her letter and glanced at Snape. Another thing to think about. What had prompted him to act that way last night? It was no secret that she lied and manipulated people left and right- she was a Slytherin, after all. He wouldn't meet her gaze. Did that matter? Was he really just another pawn she used to get what she wanted? Or did she really enjoy talking to him; spending time with him? 'I suppose I should try approaching him in a non-selfish manner for once, see what that brings me,' She thought.
If that could help sort out her confusion, it was worth a try. There was nothing Bellatrix hated more than not feeling in control of a situation.
***
Walking out of the Great Hall, Emmeline voiced the thought that the Gryffindors hadn't retaliated yet. It being unusual, for they usually hit right back with another prank.
"Oh, I suppose its because I wont get the mirror back for two weeks and Sirius needs something to hold over my head to get it back. I certainly couldn't hand it over with the knowledge of some prank having just been fired at us," Bellatrix replied.
End chappie 2
Next chappie: a visit to hogsmeade, possible more Snape/Bellatrix interaction
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