AN: OMG, it has been SOOO longAN: OMG, it has been SOOO long. I apologize with
all my heart, and hope you all will come back and read this. I'll update quickly
from now on. I've just had a lot of stuff going on, and now, I'm fixed. Summer's
coming up, and I will update like all the time. This fic, I'm beginning to
realize, is going to be really long. Aren't you happy? Definitely review!
Sorry, I'm not going to make any responses to reviews from the previous
chapters, it's too confusing. I DO appreciate your input, sympathy and patience
more than anything. I love you guys!
Disclaimer: Okay, the secrets out.I am J.K. Rowling. I've decided, instead of getting
paid for the next book, I will write a fanfic. That's right. instead of getting
credit, I WILL WRITE A FANFIC. I think you guys caught the dripping sarcasm in that.
You get it. I'm just a 14 year old girl writing a little fanfic. and sadly, making no
profit. :(
Chapter 13
"Have you ever seen one of those muggle things?"
Narcissa furrowed her brow, and turned to Jeremiah like he was an alien, "What?"
"Films. Yeah, that's it."
Narcissa rolled her eyes, "No. I don't associate with muggles."
"Why not? They're people."
"Lesser people." Narcissa replied snottily.
"I don't think they're lesser. They've created so much for themselves. They can
remake moments in time over and over, without magic. They're called films.
And…they have all these really interesting things." Jeremiah looked at a
slightly interested Narcissa, "You shouldn't put people down if you don't
understand them. Anyway, I saw this muggle film once. It was pretty cool."
"Jeremiah. But, how does the moment go again without magic?" Narcissa asked.
"I don't know. Something about the way the light reflects…" Jeremiah muttered,
expressing with his hands, "You know my Aunt by marriage is a muggle. She takes
me to see movies with my cousin. Would you like to come one time?"
Narcissa shrugged, "It sounds nice, but I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"My dad…"
"Your dad…"
"I don't think he'd let me go somewhere with…" Narcissa looked away, "A muggle."
Jeremiah was quiet for a second.
"He just-hates them."
"Why, though?"
"I don't know. He's…" Narcissa looked down at the stony floor, feeling shame of
her family for the first time, "a deatheater."
Jeremiah looked at her wide-eyed, "No way."
"It's strange. Every time one of the envelopes is dropped, I know my father
could've done it. I see their sad faces. How is this pure?" Narcissa felt a lump
in her throat, and choked down tears.
Why the hell was she telling Jeremiah this?
"I don't know."
"It's terrible how I have to monitor who I talk to, who I love..." Narcissa was
crying. And she was doing it in front of a boy. Oh god. Oh, god.
"It's okay, Narcissa. My dad, he's an auror. He fights deatheaters, and he's
convinced all slytherins are pure evil. I had a friend when I was nine, and when
my father found out his dad was a slytherin in school; I wasn't allowed to go to
his birthday party."
"It's sad how scared people are of each other." Narcissa muttered, "Oh,
Jeremiah. You won't tell anyone about my dad, will you?"
He shook his head, then began to grin, "What if your dad didn't know we went?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'll show you some time. My older sister, she's going out with Remus Lupin. He
knows all these secret passages in the school…they lead to Hogsmeade. There's a
station there, and we can ride to London…"
"I don't know. What if we get caught?"
"Aw, Narcissa, I'll protect you." He teased.
"Oh, because you're just SO intimidating." She laughed.
"Of course."
"Oh, Crap," Andie exclaimed as her and Ted walked back to the common room after
a long night of studying, "I left my stuff in the library. And I see a pack of
Slytherin. Come on, to the portrait."
He nodded, "Sure."
"Isolation." She muttered, and instead of finding a passage, she found her
younger sister chatting it up with some boy.
"Cissy. You need to find your own place to snog with your boyfriends."
"Thank the lord you're here!" Narcissa said, and leaped off the floor to hug her
sister.
"We were stuck in here." Said Jeremiah.
"Why?" Asked Ted.
"Ask Jeremiah" Narcissa replied darkly.
Jeremiah shook his head, and they went their separate ways.
"Well, it was nice getting stuck with your Narcissa Black." Jeremiah said
gingerly. "You actually had to talk to me."
"Well you're not that bad, I guess. But you are annoying."
"I'll take that as a compliment for now."
"Goodnight."
"Night,"
The night was colder than she would've expected, after a day so warm. Perhaps,
the knowledge of what she was about to do affected her, chilled her down to the
bone.
Cold Blooded Killer? Is that what she'd be after tonight?
Everyone else seemed to hold the same fear, and silence enveloped them. They
stepped across the wet grass with light feet, because their insides felt so far
away. They felt so far away.
"Are you nervous?" Jenny Knot uttered softly to Bellatrix, her face shining in
the moonlight with the last shred of innocence it would ever have.
Bella felt her stomach twirl, but Lestrange being next to her, and listening,
she smirked, "No, what need is there for such emotions?" She hissed, "Suck it
up, Knot."
Jenny Knot flinched, and pushed it back inside, turning away from Bella.
They reached a well paved street, lined with well lit, large white houses. The
yards were spotless.
"Here's the house we're looking for." Ursus whispered, curling a menacing smile.
"So what'd they do?" Jenny dared to ask.
"They're muggles. The father's a political official, the mother a homemaker.
They're our job. They have two daughters, they're your job. MOVE!"
They crashed into the house, but not until they had put a silence charm around
the house so no one would call the muggle police.
So no one could hear their screams.
They found the children's room easily; it was the first in the hall.
The children had woken, and were scrambling around their room.
They both had big, beautiful blue eyes, and brown stringy long hair. They were
thin and delicate looking. They cowered in fear as the teens walked in, pointing
their wands.
"Hello kiddies." Lestrange snarled, then to his group he growled, "Do your
worst."
"Crucio!" McNair yelled gleefully, and the little girl screamed, doubling over.
They did their worst. They put a blinding spell on them both, and made them try
and walk a straight line, knocking into each other. They made one girl dance,
and the other twirl in circle. They put a sticking charm on the wall, threw them
against it, and conjured random insects to crawl on them. That one lasted a
while. They all laughed.
"Impero." Bella hissed at the younger one.
Everyone watched, cackling as Goyle handed her a knife and told her to stab her
sister.
Bella felt sick as she watched the little girl cry, and the blood pour, the
older one scream, begging her to stop, begging for mercy, praying to God.
After being stabbed about 11 times, the oldest girl fell into her own pool of
blood, dead.
Malfoy called from a far, and they knew they had to go.
Everyone began to leave, "Finish her off Black." Lestrange ordered, and the girl
wailed, "Oh shut up, your sister's dead and your parent's are dead. You have
nothing left."
Bella nodded, her insides shaking.
Just think of father, think of father.
She looked at the little girl, who cried.
"Please, please, take this thing off of me." She begged, and so Bella took the
curse off of her.
"What's your name?" Bella whispered, still vicious.
"Maggie. My sister is…was Nattily. Why do you hate us? Why did you make me kill
her? We didn't do anything!" The girl was sobbing, but dared not move, "We
wanted to grow up and be veterinarians."
Bella felt her heart being ripped in shreds.
The girl knew she had barely any hope, and she threw herself at Bella's knees.
"Have mercy! I'm only seven! I'm just seven!"
Bella began to cry, so split in two.
"Just shut up! I'll put a spell on you, and for two hours you'll appear dead.
Got it?"
"Swear?"
"Shut up! You're lucky as hell. Have fun at the funerals. Mortashate." She
whispered, "Obliviate."
The girl wouldn't remember stabbing her sister. She wouldn't remember.
Bella would get caught. She would. She had to kill her.
"I'm only seven! I'm only seven!" Flashed, screamed in her mind.
She shook her head. She could die in peace, if she just killed her now.
They would find out. She would be banished. Her father would hate her. She'd be
left by the family.
She couldn't let that happen, whether this girl was seven or not.
"Mercy is for softies." Lestrange had said.
Black began to cry as she whispered, "Avada Kedavara!" The green light exploded
from the end of her wand, and Bella wiped tears from her cheeks, and pushed them
down, pushed them back.
No remorse. That's the way she was supposed to feel.
"Black!" Yelled Lestrange from downstairs.
"I'm coming!"
Everyone was different as they walked back. Some were happy, some were guilty,
some were proud. Bella wasn't anything. She barely heard the praise from the
Malfoys or Lestrange. Because tonight, she was sure, part of her had flown away.
And now, she was empty.
She was a cold-blooded killer.
She didn't feel cold, though. She didn't feel a thing.
all my heart, and hope you all will come back and read this. I'll update quickly
from now on. I've just had a lot of stuff going on, and now, I'm fixed. Summer's
coming up, and I will update like all the time. This fic, I'm beginning to
realize, is going to be really long. Aren't you happy? Definitely review!
Sorry, I'm not going to make any responses to reviews from the previous
chapters, it's too confusing. I DO appreciate your input, sympathy and patience
more than anything. I love you guys!
Disclaimer: Okay, the secrets out.I am J.K. Rowling. I've decided, instead of getting
paid for the next book, I will write a fanfic. That's right. instead of getting
credit, I WILL WRITE A FANFIC. I think you guys caught the dripping sarcasm in that.
You get it. I'm just a 14 year old girl writing a little fanfic. and sadly, making no
profit. :(
Chapter 13
"Have you ever seen one of those muggle things?"
Narcissa furrowed her brow, and turned to Jeremiah like he was an alien, "What?"
"Films. Yeah, that's it."
Narcissa rolled her eyes, "No. I don't associate with muggles."
"Why not? They're people."
"Lesser people." Narcissa replied snottily.
"I don't think they're lesser. They've created so much for themselves. They can
remake moments in time over and over, without magic. They're called films.
And…they have all these really interesting things." Jeremiah looked at a
slightly interested Narcissa, "You shouldn't put people down if you don't
understand them. Anyway, I saw this muggle film once. It was pretty cool."
"Jeremiah. But, how does the moment go again without magic?" Narcissa asked.
"I don't know. Something about the way the light reflects…" Jeremiah muttered,
expressing with his hands, "You know my Aunt by marriage is a muggle. She takes
me to see movies with my cousin. Would you like to come one time?"
Narcissa shrugged, "It sounds nice, but I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"My dad…"
"Your dad…"
"I don't think he'd let me go somewhere with…" Narcissa looked away, "A muggle."
Jeremiah was quiet for a second.
"He just-hates them."
"Why, though?"
"I don't know. He's…" Narcissa looked down at the stony floor, feeling shame of
her family for the first time, "a deatheater."
Jeremiah looked at her wide-eyed, "No way."
"It's strange. Every time one of the envelopes is dropped, I know my father
could've done it. I see their sad faces. How is this pure?" Narcissa felt a lump
in her throat, and choked down tears.
Why the hell was she telling Jeremiah this?
"I don't know."
"It's terrible how I have to monitor who I talk to, who I love..." Narcissa was
crying. And she was doing it in front of a boy. Oh god. Oh, god.
"It's okay, Narcissa. My dad, he's an auror. He fights deatheaters, and he's
convinced all slytherins are pure evil. I had a friend when I was nine, and when
my father found out his dad was a slytherin in school; I wasn't allowed to go to
his birthday party."
"It's sad how scared people are of each other." Narcissa muttered, "Oh,
Jeremiah. You won't tell anyone about my dad, will you?"
He shook his head, then began to grin, "What if your dad didn't know we went?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'll show you some time. My older sister, she's going out with Remus Lupin. He
knows all these secret passages in the school…they lead to Hogsmeade. There's a
station there, and we can ride to London…"
"I don't know. What if we get caught?"
"Aw, Narcissa, I'll protect you." He teased.
"Oh, because you're just SO intimidating." She laughed.
"Of course."
"Oh, Crap," Andie exclaimed as her and Ted walked back to the common room after
a long night of studying, "I left my stuff in the library. And I see a pack of
Slytherin. Come on, to the portrait."
He nodded, "Sure."
"Isolation." She muttered, and instead of finding a passage, she found her
younger sister chatting it up with some boy.
"Cissy. You need to find your own place to snog with your boyfriends."
"Thank the lord you're here!" Narcissa said, and leaped off the floor to hug her
sister.
"We were stuck in here." Said Jeremiah.
"Why?" Asked Ted.
"Ask Jeremiah" Narcissa replied darkly.
Jeremiah shook his head, and they went their separate ways.
"Well, it was nice getting stuck with your Narcissa Black." Jeremiah said
gingerly. "You actually had to talk to me."
"Well you're not that bad, I guess. But you are annoying."
"I'll take that as a compliment for now."
"Goodnight."
"Night,"
The night was colder than she would've expected, after a day so warm. Perhaps,
the knowledge of what she was about to do affected her, chilled her down to the
bone.
Cold Blooded Killer? Is that what she'd be after tonight?
Everyone else seemed to hold the same fear, and silence enveloped them. They
stepped across the wet grass with light feet, because their insides felt so far
away. They felt so far away.
"Are you nervous?" Jenny Knot uttered softly to Bellatrix, her face shining in
the moonlight with the last shred of innocence it would ever have.
Bella felt her stomach twirl, but Lestrange being next to her, and listening,
she smirked, "No, what need is there for such emotions?" She hissed, "Suck it
up, Knot."
Jenny Knot flinched, and pushed it back inside, turning away from Bella.
They reached a well paved street, lined with well lit, large white houses. The
yards were spotless.
"Here's the house we're looking for." Ursus whispered, curling a menacing smile.
"So what'd they do?" Jenny dared to ask.
"They're muggles. The father's a political official, the mother a homemaker.
They're our job. They have two daughters, they're your job. MOVE!"
They crashed into the house, but not until they had put a silence charm around
the house so no one would call the muggle police.
So no one could hear their screams.
They found the children's room easily; it was the first in the hall.
The children had woken, and were scrambling around their room.
They both had big, beautiful blue eyes, and brown stringy long hair. They were
thin and delicate looking. They cowered in fear as the teens walked in, pointing
their wands.
"Hello kiddies." Lestrange snarled, then to his group he growled, "Do your
worst."
"Crucio!" McNair yelled gleefully, and the little girl screamed, doubling over.
They did their worst. They put a blinding spell on them both, and made them try
and walk a straight line, knocking into each other. They made one girl dance,
and the other twirl in circle. They put a sticking charm on the wall, threw them
against it, and conjured random insects to crawl on them. That one lasted a
while. They all laughed.
"Impero." Bella hissed at the younger one.
Everyone watched, cackling as Goyle handed her a knife and told her to stab her
sister.
Bella felt sick as she watched the little girl cry, and the blood pour, the
older one scream, begging her to stop, begging for mercy, praying to God.
After being stabbed about 11 times, the oldest girl fell into her own pool of
blood, dead.
Malfoy called from a far, and they knew they had to go.
Everyone began to leave, "Finish her off Black." Lestrange ordered, and the girl
wailed, "Oh shut up, your sister's dead and your parent's are dead. You have
nothing left."
Bella nodded, her insides shaking.
Just think of father, think of father.
She looked at the little girl, who cried.
"Please, please, take this thing off of me." She begged, and so Bella took the
curse off of her.
"What's your name?" Bella whispered, still vicious.
"Maggie. My sister is…was Nattily. Why do you hate us? Why did you make me kill
her? We didn't do anything!" The girl was sobbing, but dared not move, "We
wanted to grow up and be veterinarians."
Bella felt her heart being ripped in shreds.
The girl knew she had barely any hope, and she threw herself at Bella's knees.
"Have mercy! I'm only seven! I'm just seven!"
Bella began to cry, so split in two.
"Just shut up! I'll put a spell on you, and for two hours you'll appear dead.
Got it?"
"Swear?"
"Shut up! You're lucky as hell. Have fun at the funerals. Mortashate." She
whispered, "Obliviate."
The girl wouldn't remember stabbing her sister. She wouldn't remember.
Bella would get caught. She would. She had to kill her.
"I'm only seven! I'm only seven!" Flashed, screamed in her mind.
She shook her head. She could die in peace, if she just killed her now.
They would find out. She would be banished. Her father would hate her. She'd be
left by the family.
She couldn't let that happen, whether this girl was seven or not.
"Mercy is for softies." Lestrange had said.
Black began to cry as she whispered, "Avada Kedavara!" The green light exploded
from the end of her wand, and Bella wiped tears from her cheeks, and pushed them
down, pushed them back.
No remorse. That's the way she was supposed to feel.
"Black!" Yelled Lestrange from downstairs.
"I'm coming!"
Everyone was different as they walked back. Some were happy, some were guilty,
some were proud. Bella wasn't anything. She barely heard the praise from the
Malfoys or Lestrange. Because tonight, she was sure, part of her had flown away.
And now, she was empty.
She was a cold-blooded killer.
She didn't feel cold, though. She didn't feel a thing.