AN: This chapter has a lot in it. And there's a part where like a few weeks pass by. Hope you catch that. Cause it goes from like the third day of school to halloween… Yes. But um, lemme see. My little reviewers who I love so much:
Soccergirl2004: I'm glad you liked the flashback. But I'm afraid you're going to wait a little while untill you find out why she gets married to Lucuis (right now she's still only 11). There will be good stuff in between, I swear! J
Griffins95: Thanks! Yeah, that was a pretty nasty thing they did to Ted…they're poops.
Skull: Thank you so much for reviewing so much. I'm really glad to hear your input. And Ted gets better, I swear.
Chapter 5It was breakfast, but Andromeda didn't care about the food. She had one thing on her mind:
Her god damn sister.
She entered, her black hair swishing, yawning. Andromeda ran up to her, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her outside the Great Hall.
"What do you want Andie?" Bellatrix said innocently.
"You dead! Don't play dumb with me. I know what you did last night!" Andromeda snarled, and Bellatrix twirled her hair around her finger.
"Oh…that. Don't tell me you blame me?" She cooed, and Andromeda thought she might strangle her.
" Don't you dare try to get out of this one. I'm going to the Headmaster right away and telling him it was you." The smile disappeared from Bellatrix's face, and she lowered her voice.
"Listen, Andie, fucking listen to me. It wasn't me. It was a bunch of empty heads who follow me around and found out you were hanging around with a mudblood. Trying to teach you a lesson. But people like you never learn." She hissed. "You'll go around treating your pure heritage like nothing. That makes you almost worse than that stupid mudblood."
"Don't you dare call him that! You don't know him! You don't understand him! And obviously, you don't understand me either. There are so many things you'll never get, Trixie. Wanna know why? Because you fell for the brainwash." Andie was pushing Bellatrix hard against the wall, seething with anger, "I always felt bad for you, actually swallowing the shit they told you. Now I get it! It's because you're an imbicile."
"Look who's talking! I believe my parents because I know they're right. Something you'll NEVER be! I hope you rot with that bloody Ted."
"Listen. You can hate me. You can even attack me. But you lay another fingertip on my friends, I'll kill you. I really will." She let go of Bellatrix, glaring at her, "Go on, go tell Daddy, Trixie! Run to Daddy with your problems, like you always do!"
"I'm not going to tell him. You're a noneity. I'm not going to waste my time with you anymore, you hear me? I'm never speaking to you again. You don't deserve it." She stared at Andromeda with a hatred in her eyes she'd never seen before, and turned around beginning to walk away.
"Thank you GOD!" Andromeda screamed to her back, her eyes brimming with tears. She was tired of this crap. She really was.
But at least she had her off her back for a while.
Things had never gotten this extreme. Sure they snapped at eachother in the halls. But never this. Never this.
Daddy was going to kill her this time.
Always when they were little, Andromeda and Bellatrix would fight. And always, her father would side with Bellatrix! You should of known better, or you started it. And always a good whack in the ass. It was stupid. And she knew they had favored Bellatrix. Well her father at least. Her mother didn't take sides. She was like Narcissa, in the way she just sat back and watched with pity, an apology glossed over her eyes, but none ever leaving her lips.
Narcissa was her mother's favorite though. She had the deepest blue eyes, and long straight blond hair, and was slim and tall. She was her mother's pride and joy. She had always wanted a beautiful child, and her father had always wanted a right hand child, one who helped him and praised him. They had both gotten what they wanted, and stopped when they had gotten in it. But there she was, the mistake in the middle.
She was just a mistake.
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Bellatrix was annoyed as she entered the Great Hall, leaving Andie behind.
She understood why Andromeda thought it was her. Duh, if she was in her position, she'd think the same. But how she could be so nieve about things so important was so completely beyond her.
Bellatrix sighed, realizing how much her family had been occupying her mind lately. So, to distract herself, she opened up Quittich: A game of the Ages and lost herself in it.
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Narcissa leaned into her hand, wishing she could be back in her bed.
No, wishing she could be anywhere but here. She had history of magic with the slytherins, and a ghostly, terribly boring teacher.
Charlotte already had a roll of parchment notes, and the class had only been going for half an hour.
Narcissa really could find anything with value in what he was talking about.
"And then in 5677 B.C. a man named Heena Isla developed the theory of structing magic through a solid figure. There were no wands then, only weak dull magic forced by the brain. But in 5578 B.C. Heena Isla completely finished the idea, and made the first wand, which was passed to a man named Hawii Chox in 5623 B.C. after Heena Isla's death. Heena Isla's death is undetermined. So it is undetermined whether Hawii Chox found the wand or was given to him in Heena Isla's will. After Hawii died, 5552 B.C. it was passed to the commitee of local magic, the first branch of organized magic ever, established 5604 by Joss Tye, at age 35, a great leader, described by. . ." He drawled, reading from a long piece of parchment.
It had been like this the whole time. First day of class, he asked them all to take out a quill and piece of parchment. Then he pulled out his "notes" and just began reading. And god, it was boring.
When am I going to use this? She groaned into her hands at the thought. Well, Charlotte seemed to think this would be very useful in the future, so she'd just copy of her notes.
Narcissa felt someone poke her in the back. She turned to find Regulus, her cousin, grinning broadly.
What? she mouthed.
He pointed at Charlotte, then opened his mouth and stuck his finger on his tounge, implying the sight of her made him sick.
Some slytherin girl giggled next to him, and Narcissa turned around.
She felt a poke in her back, and she turned around, a frustrated look on her face.
He did it again, and Narcissa put her finger to her mouth than pointed at the teacher, hoping she would get the message across.
Well she didn't, though he kept poking her, she didn't turn, merely ignoring him.
After class, she thought of asking him why he didn't leave her alone. But she decided against it.
The day was boring. Charlotte dragged her and Petra along with her to the library to do work.
"Ted's out of the wing now, you know." Petra said quietly, not to disturb the other students.
"Yeah. I heard." Narcissa replied, running her finger along the spine of the fading book in her hand.
"Strange, to happen only on our second day?"
"Suppose so."
"Wonder how much will happen by the end of the year, eh?" Petra said with a chuckle, and Narcissa merely grunted.
Charlotte sighed, pushing up her glasses, "It really worries me. All these attacks. Even now in our own school." The look in her eyes was like that of a small child who had just been pushed in the mudd, " You know, my families on the list, of people they wanna kill, and all. Just makes me nervous. Mudblood fucker? You know what they mean. Purbloods who hang around with muggleborns."
"Yeah. Don't worry, Charlotte. They're all talk, no action." Petra tried, but Charlotte sniffled.
"You know that's bull. Just yesterday, you were talking about all those muggles killed. They're just working their way up the ranks. Soon they'll get us all."
"Well isn't that optimistic, huh?" Petra snorted, but with the glassy look in her eye, she knew Charlotte was right.
"Enough of this." Narcissa said cheerfully, "You all excited to see the first quittich match? The seasons coming up."
"Course. Hope to make the team." Petra said proudly, "Open spot for beater. My best spot. Been practicing all summer. And I got this great new broom, cleansweep. It's excellent."
"Mine's a DaisyMajesty." Narcissa bragged, "It's form fitting made just for girls."
"My brother's got a nimbus!" Charlotte squeeled hopefully.
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Petra made the quittich team, and Narcissa and Charlotte had been there, shouting louder than most (or in Charlottes case, louder than anybody). October had gone on uneventful, but Narcissa noticed that her sister's were seizing to speak to eachother.
Well, it's an improvement, she thought during Potions class, while Charlotte stretched her hand up to answer a question.
Narcissa felt quite lonely, because although she was great friends with Charlotte, Charlotte was always so involved in the class, she felt isolated. Everyone else giggled with their friends and passed notes, while Charlotte toke notes.
It was nothing against Charlotte. Charlotte was probably first in their class. She was just used to chatting with her sisters, like she had when the tutor had come in to home school them when they were younger.
Narcissa had often grown lonesome when her sisters were off at Hogwarts, and longed to go with them. But now, she seemed to see them less. Bellatrix used to visit every other weekend, Andromeda came back for the holidays. Now she saw them at meals, and seldom got to talk to them, and that was it. Every now and then, she'd meet one of them in the library or in the halls.
"Today, class, since today is halloween, I thought we'd do something amusingly appropriate," Said Ms. Jensiko, as she strode along her desk, "In Muggle America, there's a tradition that on Halloween all the children get in costumes and go to each house, and they give them candy."
"Are you giving us candy then?" Jerimiah asked hopefully, and the sides of Ms. Jesiko's lips twitched.
" Please let me finish, Mr. Brown. Now, today we will be brewing potions to develop masks that sink to your face, for a limited amount of time. You need to add something to it to make it unique, because tonight…" She sighed, "And this is the headmasters idea, hope you know. Tonight the entire student body will be gathering in the great hall for a costume contest, winner gets five pounds of candy for honeydukes."
The class errupted in excitement, giggles, and whispers.
"Silence! Directions are on the board!" She grabbed her wand, and pointed at the board, and words came up, "You will also see your assigned partners have been changed. You can thank Miss Addle for that." A small brunnette turned red at that comment.
Drat, now she wouldn't be with Charlotte.
She looked up to the board.
Jerimiah Brown-Narcissa Black
"Ugh." She moaned as Jerimiah winked at her.
She toke a seat next to him, after getting the ingrediants from the front.
As they were cutting rabbit feet, he decided he'd start conversation.
"Hey, you notice that both our last names are colors? And then there's what's her face Green, too."
"Yeah. Sure." She muttered. Ever since Jerimiah had "accidently" turned her hair blue, she didn't have much liking for him.
"Wouldn't it be funny if someone had the surname blue?" He said, nudging her arm.
Narcissa looked up, confused, "Not really."
"Well, I think it would be."
"Well. What if I said I think the last name Brown is funny?" She said, throwing a piece of phoenix beak in the cauldron.
He gave her a look, as if to say, "duh."
"But it's not." He replied.
"That's what you think." Narcissa said, and giggled inside at the look on his face.
"What's that supposed to mean??" He said fratically.
"Nevermind."
"No, tell me."
"Nevermind." She laughed out loud this time. She felt that she might be being mean, something she made suer to stay clear of, but her hair really had not looked good blue.
"Come on. Tell me!"
"Nevermind!" She yelled, then covered her mouth when the teacher gave her a stern look."Sorry." She mumbled to the proffesor.
"You know, you're kinda cute when you get angry like that." Jerimiah laughed, and Narcissa looked at him, spooked.
"Uck." She whispered to herself as she went back to her potion.
"Are you still mad at me because of that blue hair thing?" He asked.
"Well, it's just I very much liked my hair the way it was." She said softly.
"You're hair looks good no matter what color it is." He said smugly, and Narcissa looked down at her unicorn's mane repulsed.
She toke a deep gulp to say the next thing, "How my hair looks is none of your business. You shouldn't have messed with it."
"Yeah you're right. Sorry bout that. Truce?" He put out his hand, and Narcissa shoke it in releif.
The was a short silence of labor, untill Jerimiah started to blab again, "So what are you going to be, then?"
Narcissa grinned as she brewed the potion, "I'm going to be a banshee. How about you?"
"A werewolf, of course. What could be scarier?"
"A banshee." Narcissa insisted. "Seeing one and knowing a loved one is going to die? I think that's pretty scary."
"Yes but werewolves. . .eat people!" Jerimiah exclaimed, exasperrated, but then smiled, "All right, you win, scary. What's the scariest thing that ever happened to you?"
"Um…" Narcissa pursed her lips, "I dunno. There was this one time we were camping and my sister saw a vampire."
"No way, no way, mines better. Okay, so there was this one time I got hit by one of those muggle things. . . what are they called?…"
"Cars?"
"Yeah, that's it! I was leaving diagon alley, crossing the street, and BOOM this car rams into me. Everything went black, and I thought I was gonna die. You wouldn't believe what it's like." He blabbed with large hand movements, "And it was like in those books where your life flashes before you, you know?"
Narcissa nodded, holding in a laugh.
"Now, is everyone done with the base of their potion?" Ms. Jesiko asked a few minutes later, and everyone nodded, "Now, up here I have the essence of every mystical creature, and if you want to be someone specifically, or something specifiacally, you must have a picture of it."
But Narcissa found essence of banshee right away, and added it into her cauldron.
"I will now come around and bottle it for you, and at four o'clock, it will be done cooling, so come collect it after then, and I will tell you how it works." She bottled the samples, and dismissed the class.
Charlotte and Narcissa met Petra and babbled girlishly about what they were to be, but Narcissa couldn't help but thing about how strangely stupid Jerimiah had got her to act, standing up for herself and all. It was a thing Narcissa didn't do very often.
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AN: Tell me if you'd be completely disgusted or something by Andromeda/Ted fluff. If you are, I don't care. I'm writing it anyway. Hehe.