Disclaimer: Yah know how it goes. And hopefully, you know I'm not J.K. Rowling.
AN: This chapter is REALLLLY short. I'm sorry! But that's because the next one is going to take a while, because it's realllyyyy long. So I thought I'd hold you off. Thanks to my reviewers:
Soccergirl2044: I'm glad someone can see that Bella deserves a bit of pity. Don't worry, Bella and Lestrange will definitely get together. It says so in the book. J I know there wasn't much Narcissa, but next chapter, there will be A LOT. I swear!
griffins95: yeah. kinda sucks to be andie, eh? this definitely is a needed essential in the story line. Cause her dad is a total psycho, and will do worse things then cruciatus later in the story. So be prepared. thanks, and horray for everything getting done though!
Chapter 9
November had went by like wildfire, which was sad, because Narcissa quite liked November. Her mother had once said "It's the best time to look at the sky."
Darkly intricite patterns would swirl around, and Narcissa like to lye in the grass, towards the forest, where it was not kept as well, and reached her knees, and watch the sky. No one could see her, and she'd just sit, and think.
She'd had a lot on her mind lately. People were being killed off like flies.
Dinner used to be a nice time. She'd sit and she'd talk to her housemates, sometimes get permission to sit with one of her sisters.
But now, the post would come, and drop the black envelopes. Everyone knew what they meant.
Someone in your family was dead if they dropped it on your plate.
Tears would scatter, and you could hear their sobs as they ran out for privacy, followed by their friends for comfort.
And Narcissa knew, somewhere, her father had been responsible.
It made her stomach churn. Her parents had tried to hide it, but she wasn't stupid. She knew the "bussiness" meetings her father had with all those men weren't any thing but death eater bussiness.
Her mother had tried to stop him from enrolling as a death eater. She knew the fights they'd had were not about the bills, or work. They had fine jobs, and were wealthy.
Sometimes, late at night, she'd walk past her mother's quarters when she couldn't sleep. She'd hear it, soft in the breeze of the open windows, sobbing and whimpering.
Her mother wasn't happy. But she had a damn good way of pretending she was.
She loved her mother very much. She'd taught her all the things she really needed to know in life.
Everyone said she was like her mother. Perhaps it was true in some sense. They both looked alike, people called them beautiful. They both were quiet most of the time, and rarely vented unless they were very concerned about something. They both loved people no matter what they did.
But they both had hovering over them people who wanted them to hate. To act as they did.
And Narcissa knew she wasn't strong, and she'd have to give in completely sometime.
She sighed. Holidays were coming in very few weeks…so she'd have the whole family together.
Oh, what a ball this was going to be.
A fight always exploded at least once a holiday.
"Hey Narcissa. You look penseive." Charlotte said knowingly, "You won't believe how long it toke me to find you! I thought you'd be in the common room, or wandering the grounds."
"I was only in the dormotories. I thought you'd be in the library." Narcissa layed down on her bed, "After all it is a Saturday."
Charlotte giggled, "Oh thanks." She was sitting on the floor, stroaking Ivory, the white fur going between her small fingers. "This cat's rather nice. I know we have a lot of cats at home. They're all pretty nasty."
"Ivory's a sweetie."
"Got some dreadfull news. My Great Aunt Beatrice kicked the bucket. Bout time, I say."
"I thought you said it was dreadful new?" Narcissa inquired.
"Well, she always bought us good gifts for Christmas and all. Gotta respect that." Charlotte tucked a piece of her red hair behind her ear, "Like there was this one time we got this excellent silverware set, and it was engraved with these little…Narcissa? You all right?"
She sat, edging towards the window watching the twilight. "I'm fine."
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"Oh, come now Joel! Five in the morning? Don't you think that's a wee bit extreme?"
Lucy Ann Joel looked at Andie sternly, "No, actually, I don't. Don't you think you could be a wee bit more commited? We got beat by freakin' hufflepuff yesterday. HUFFLEPUFF! Tomorrow is our last practice, and we are going to really work so you'll be ready to come back."
Fiona Casher, their new seeker, groaned, "Oy, but they do have some mighty good beaters."
Andie groaned annoyed. She was a beater, "And I'm not a good beater?"
Fiona, knowing she was pushing her buttons, grinned, "No, it's not that you're not a good beater…you're just…a bit mediocre."
"Oh is that right?" Andie snapped, "If you don't watch it, I'll show you first hand what a great beater I am."
"Enough of this!" Lucy Ann yelled, "Now, you all are going to be her five am. And enough of this fooling around. I want this all taken seriously."
"All right, Lucy!" Laughed a Carol Weasley, "You tell them!"
"Don't get me started on you Weasley." She said darkly, "Now, all of you. Go eat a big dinner, and go to bed early, cause it's like they say. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a girl smart pretty, and helps win the cup!"
"And also deprives her of her social life." Andie mumbled to Ted as they left the quittich pitch, "I swear, that Lucy Ann is nuts!"
"Yes well, she does this everytime Wood breaks up with her. He got pissed when we beat Ravenclaw." He said a matter a factly.
"Ah. Yes. Athletics overcome all, right?"
"To them! Both being captains! What a crap idea." Ted shoke his head, and they walked up to the castle. "So, holidays coming up."
"Don't remind me."
"Just stay at Hogwarts!"
"I can't. My father insists we all family bond or something. He sent me a howler last time I tried it."
"Lord. I swear…"
"Yeah." She said, her back aching after three hours on a broom. "It's all right. Only four years left till I can leave."
"Better make sure your dad doesn't kill you before than."
"Course." She said, laughing a bit.
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Bellatrix was so excited to go home. Although everything was going great here now, with the deatheater preparations and all, she still longed to be on the grounds on which she had grown up on.
It was beautiful, really. Cissa, Andie, and her had only been able to play hide and seek once, because it toke them seven hours to find Cissa on the twenty acre grounds. Half of it was a forest, though, and they were not allowed to roam there, for fear of werewolves.
Today was the last day. They'd leave tonight.
She'd have to spend a three hour train ride with Andie.
She'd have to spend three weeks with Andie.
Andie always somehow managed to screw up the holidays. She always got in a fight with her or her father, then Narcissa and her mother got upset. It was sooo stupid.
But Bellatrix would try to make the best of it. She always did.
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