AN: Um, this is the next chapter and the next are focused a lot on discrimination going on at Hogwarts during this period. I promise that's not the main centre of the plot, but is needed here, so will be focused on for a litte while. I swear. I might even given you a little Ted/Andromeda fluff after that! No but um, thanks to my first reviewers, Skull, and Alriadne. Thanks a lot! As for the rest of you, read AND review!
Chapter 3Narcissa woke to Ivory clawing at her toes at the end of the bed, and Charlotte bouncing around, half-clothed merrily.
She rolled over, moaning into her pillow.
"Sooo early. . . "
"Come on, Narcissa, aren't you excited to start your first day!"
"I can see you are. When did you wake up?"
"Oh, hours ago."
"Then why are you yet to be fully dressed?"
"I was studying, in my pjs, though. There's just so much to learn, you know!"
"Yes, yes, but I thought that's what classes were for?"
"It can't hurt to be ahead."
"You don't think that everyone's ahead then? But I have barely studied. I mean if everyone is ahead, that makes me behind, and if my father found out I'm last in class. . ."
"Oh don't stress, it's no big deal. Now come on get dressed so we can get off to breakfast."
Once she was in her robes, she followed Charlotte down, and they met Petra, who, being a year their senior, helped them find their way down to the Great Hall.
Once they were all busy stuffing their faces, conversation asprung.
"So, you hear about that Boldemorg guy?" Petra asked.
"Do you mean Voldemort?" Narcissa had heard the name mentioned once or twice on her fathers part,
"Yeah, him whatever. Word is, down in France, attacked a whole muggle city, killing at least two hundred. Crazy, I'm telling you."
Charlotte almost dropped her fork, "That's terrible news, Petra. My day has been darkened now!"
"Aw, who cares?" Said a boy with sandy hair next to Narcissa, "They were only muggles!"
"A life is a life, muggle or not." Petra shot back wisely, biting into her muffin.
"I suppose." The boy sniggered.
"Ass." Petra muttered.
"Oh, lovely, here come our schedueles!" Charlotte squeeled.
9:00- Potions Ravenclaw/Gryffindor
11:00-Charms
Lunch
2:00-Transfiguration
"Well, doesn't today sounds excellent!" Said Charlotte, bouncing.
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"Well, thanks Petra, we wouldn't be able to find our class without you." Charlotte said courteously.
"God, Charlotte, you must be a parents dream. So proper." Petra mockingly replied, and Narcissa could not help but give a small snort.
"What's wrong with being proper, Narcissa?" Charlotte asked looking to her as they entered potions class.
"Oh, nothing I suppose."
"Everyone to the front of the room." The brunette teacher said sternly, and they all scattered until they were neatly set up.
She passed out a colored slip of paper to each student, Narcissa getting a warm orange. She looked to Charlotte, who waved the same color paper at her, and Narcissa smiled.
"My name is Mrs. Jensiko, and I will be your potions teacher for this year. I'm very terrible with names, so don't take it very personal if I do not remember your name within your first month. Yes, that's right, month. Now, you will see, I have placed a color slip of paper at every table. Please find a seat at the table of your color, and pick up a sheet with class rules on them. Now."
Again the student scattered around to find their seats.
"Now, I don't want any trouble. You start it, I will change your seat, and give you a detention, take house points. I'm sure every teacher will tell you that. I just hope you are not so incompetent to figure out what trouble is.
I like things to be orderly, that includes your work-"
Narcissa couldn't listen, and she stared curiously at her tablemates. Two Gryffindors, Two Ravenclaws. The Gryffindors didn't seem to be listening much either, doodling down on their sheets, one sucking hard on a sugarquill, with no cares in the world. Charlotte on the other hand, was writing small detailed notes on the sheet, listening intently, staring up at the teacher every now and then.
"Hi." Said one of them, "Can you believe she's taking notes already? I'm Isis, and that's Jeremiah, by the way. Just thought I'd introduce."
"Narcissa." She whispered.
"So when do you have to put up with the Slytherins?" Jeremiah asked, apparently taking the sugarquill out of his mouth.
"Tomorrow I suppose. Slytherins aren't that bad though. My sister is a Slytherin."
"Oh." His face fell, and he concealed a laugh.
*****
Andromeda hated mornings. Especially Monday mornings.
And Ted had convinced Sirius to put frogs in her bed so she'd wake up nice and early.
Those damn Marauders.
She sat now in the Great Hall, convinced not to speak to Ted for a while.
Frogs? Frogs of all things. . .
She shoke her head biting into her bacon.
"Hello." Andromeda felt her stomach jolt at the unfamiliarity of the voice. Expecting it to be one of Bellatrix's stupid Slytherin friends, she gingerly held her hand on the wand as she turned around.
"Oh, hi, Arthur." She said, releasing her wand at the sight of the seventh year. But she was still a bit confused, because they had barely ever exchanged any form of conversation before. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. I saw your sister was in the same house as mine."
"So that is your sister, huh? I thought she looked amusingly familiar. What with the hair and all. How could she not be a Weasley?"
He gave a small smile. "Yes. But I'm just concerned, because she's not with us. You know, the rest of us, Anna, Carol, and me. Because these are dark times. And a lot of people have it out for us, like those damn Malfoys, and all."
"Listen, Arthur, if you want me to ask Narcissa to keep an eye out, you can just say it."
"Oh will you, Andie? I'd appreciate it so much."
Andromeda almost laughed. "Of course."
*****
Bellatrix's thin lips twisted into a devious smile.
"Oh, this is going to be great. Wait till he hears. Friends with mudbloods. . ." She muttered as she scratched words down quickly and fiercley into the parchment.
"What ya doing, Trixie?" Bellatrix sighed, turning to find one of her entourage, a short blond girl. What was her name. . . Helen. . .Harriet. . .
"Hi Henrietta. What do you want?" She asked boredly, folding up her parchment.
"Just wanted to know if you wanted to come to the library with me."
"I'm a little preoccupied at the moment." She pouted for a moment, and then bounced back.
"With what?" Henrietta said, attempting to look over shoulder.
Bellatrix felt a pang of annoyance, but decided this girl would haunt her sister if she told her, so she obliged, explaining her predicament,
"That's disgusting! Ugh…you're sister is such a waste. I think that purebloods that taint their own blood like that should be dead." She blabbed and Bellatrix nodded, rolling her eyes.
"If only." She muttered softly, now staring into the orange of the sunset. Did she really want her sister dead? The thought had never occurred to her. She supposed she just wanted her to do what was right. She was her little sister after all.
But she was so stupid! The way Andromeda pranced around, you'd think she was raised by muggles or something. She couldn't even begin to imagine the two of them coming from the same mother.
She was angry now, as she tried to mull over her thoughts, and Henrietta sat and stared at her like a bug.
She glared and hoped she got the message, " I thought you had urgent bussiness at the library to attend to? Since you were nearly wetting yourself when I wouldn't go with you?"
Henrietta looked a bit hurt, looking down at her shoes, "Yeah I suppose I do." She whispered, and exited the emerald common room.
Well, that's what she gets for being so god damn nosy. Father had said that nosy people are just curious about your bussiness because they have no lives, when a man had inquired about something in his bag when he walked out of Knockturn Alley. But, he had also said, with a smirk,
"But the great thing about people with pointless existences, is you can get them to do things for you, convincing them it will fill that empty gap. But it never does, so you keeping on filling empty gaps for yourself. Like your pockets." He said with a laugh. "Some people are so easy to manipulate, Bell. You have to take advantage of that, or you will be one of those pointless existences."
She toke everything that left her father's lips very serious. She didn't understand why Andie didn't. Andie thought everything was a joke, when no one else was laughing. Sometimes she really did wonder if that single laugh should be stomped out, like a single rotten apple in the barrell should be thrown out. Like the single voice during the teachers detention deserves a detention.
But no one needed to kill Andromeda for her to die.
"No one can singularly ever survive." Her father had said once.
Eventually her voice would get tired, and she'd stop laughing. But like the rotten apple, she hoped she didn't effect anyone before thrown out.
Like Narcissa.
Narcissa had a clingy fondness of Andie. Little Cissa, so nieve. She was the baby, and always would be. She was the weakest.
Andie may be wrong in her beleifs, but was strong in them. Narcissa would believe almost anything people tell her, but nothing ever really stuck in her mind. She didn't really have beleifs at all. She was just kind of… there. Sickly sweet, and hauntingly beautiful. She was like a doll. Never says anything, but just sits there, and lets you play with her, and is put on a stand and looks nice when you don't.
Bellatrix now understood why her sister was not a Slytherin. She had no ambition to ever be anything but perfect.
But Andie might screw that up, if they didn't soon get rid of it. Andie was powerful, she had to hand it to her. And she was afraid she might get to her. That just couldn't let that happen.
Bellatrix was clueless as to how she would handle this situation, but she wouldn't give up.
Unlike the rest of her sisters, she was a Slytherin. A true one.
Her father had told her once, when she was barely ten, that he knew that she would be the only one to turn out the way he had truly pictured his children to be. He had told her not to tell the rest, with a sly smile on his face as he switched the light of with a click.
"Goodnight"
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AN: Bella's pretty creepy, huh? Next chapter is pretty dark, so keep your toes on! I have the first five written up, but it will take me longer to update after that. Love ya! Aurevoir!