CHAPTER TWO
Bellatrix ran through to the kitchen to break the news to Mrs Mather gently. She did not particularly want to, but if the loss of a servant was too much for Mrs Mather... oh well, it didn't matter. There were plenty of other girls to take her place, and then again most of them came from Knockturn Alley. It was near Diagon Alley. Bellatrix couldn't wait to get supplies.
And Hogwarts...
It was a dream come true.
Mrs Mather was there, sipping a cup of tea and reading a dusty old magic book. Bellatrix couldn't make out the title, probably because she was so excited. "I have some news," she began nervously.
"Well?" Mrs Mather asked.
Bellatrix wiped her hands on her dress. "Could you get your butler to drive me home with all my belongings? I've – I've got a letter from Hogwarts. I'll be gone seven years and I'll come and make up my time off by..."
"Certainly not, Lestrange, certainly not," Mrs Mather told her. "I'm afraid you will be a full grown witch by then, and we're not allowed to have them working as little servants so thanks for everything you've done for me."
Bellatrix blushed.
"Oh...thanks for having me," she said, and skipped up to her chambers to begin packing. She was going home. She was going off to school. And she was going to be rid of Mr Potter's son James.
It was all too good to be true!
"Um...dear, I think you'll want to know something," said a voice as she hurried into her bedroom and fetched her suitcase. "James has to go with you, he's old enough now, isn't he?"
"Suppose," Bellatrix muttered unhappily. It was Frank Potter, mulling over his son James. Indeed, James was now old enough to go to Hogwarts. There was one little something that Bellatrix remembered about the post, though, and she was quick about mentioning it to Frank.
"He didn't get a letter – "
Bellatrix spun round and faced Frank. "If he didn't get a letter he can't go with me, can he? And it's only a school for witches and wizards. At least, I think it is. They wouldn't want a snobby brat like him in the school, and poisoning the halls, anyway. I bet that's true, Mr Potter. And why do you think he'd get in? He's not exactly a wizard. He's not even a child. He acts like he's one, when yet he's eleven. Do you really think they'd let him in?"
Frank sighed.
"Yes, I do, and you must take him with you."
Bellatrix ran through to the kitchen to break the news to Mrs Mather gently. She did not particularly want to, but if the loss of a servant was too much for Mrs Mather... oh well, it didn't matter. There were plenty of other girls to take her place, and then again most of them came from Knockturn Alley. It was near Diagon Alley. Bellatrix couldn't wait to get supplies.
And Hogwarts...
It was a dream come true.
Mrs Mather was there, sipping a cup of tea and reading a dusty old magic book. Bellatrix couldn't make out the title, probably because she was so excited. "I have some news," she began nervously.
"Well?" Mrs Mather asked.
Bellatrix wiped her hands on her dress. "Could you get your butler to drive me home with all my belongings? I've – I've got a letter from Hogwarts. I'll be gone seven years and I'll come and make up my time off by..."
"Certainly not, Lestrange, certainly not," Mrs Mather told her. "I'm afraid you will be a full grown witch by then, and we're not allowed to have them working as little servants so thanks for everything you've done for me."
Bellatrix blushed.
"Oh...thanks for having me," she said, and skipped up to her chambers to begin packing. She was going home. She was going off to school. And she was going to be rid of Mr Potter's son James.
It was all too good to be true!
"Um...dear, I think you'll want to know something," said a voice as she hurried into her bedroom and fetched her suitcase. "James has to go with you, he's old enough now, isn't he?"
"Suppose," Bellatrix muttered unhappily. It was Frank Potter, mulling over his son James. Indeed, James was now old enough to go to Hogwarts. There was one little something that Bellatrix remembered about the post, though, and she was quick about mentioning it to Frank.
"He didn't get a letter – "
Bellatrix spun round and faced Frank. "If he didn't get a letter he can't go with me, can he? And it's only a school for witches and wizards. At least, I think it is. They wouldn't want a snobby brat like him in the school, and poisoning the halls, anyway. I bet that's true, Mr Potter. And why do you think he'd get in? He's not exactly a wizard. He's not even a child. He acts like he's one, when yet he's eleven. Do you really think they'd let him in?"
Frank sighed.
"Yes, I do, and you must take him with you."