Disclaimer: I am making so much money off of this fic, because own every single character and place…wakes up from the day dream where she is J.K.R. oh crap. I forgot I was just a sad 14 yr old girl for a sec there.
AN: Sorry that this chapter took so long, I've just been brimming with ideas for new fics, have been busy, and have been having some rough stuff happening in my life. But, that doesn't matter now!...Dun dun dun! In this chapter, we find out:
What Lestrange's TRUE feelings are!
Who's been sending Narcissa those mysterious letters!
That the author has been spelling Jeremiah (spelt Jerimiah previous to realization) really wrong!
"Mail's here." Andie grumbled, coming into their room and setting down a bunch of envelopes at the tea table near the window she was looking out, and taking a few envelopes of her own back to her bed.
"Thanks Andie." Narcissa saw she had gotten quite a lot of mail this time.
She ripped one open from Charlotte, who was complaining about how her twin sisters (they were out of Hogwarts, and had come back from business in Paris to come on vacation) had levitated her above the pool when she fell asleep.
"That must have been a rude awakening!" Narcissa giggled, going to the next letter.
Petra was in Spain with her boyfriend, Henry Rockfeild, and his family for the summer. She sounded like she was having a wonderful time, and Narcissa was very happy for her, but she couldn't help but wrinkle up her nose and stop reading when Petra went into detail about what wonderful a kisser Henry was and how he slipped her the tongue for the first time. It was just too much.
Those were usually the only people she ever received letters from. She looked down at the blank envelope that was left on her lap.
She curiously opened it-
Dearest Narcissa,
It's only been a few weeks since last I saw you, but your face still lingers in my mind. I'm beginning to realize something I thought was just a crush is consuming me. Narcissa, I can't be fancy anymore. I'm bonkers in love with you. And I'm tired of hiding it, like I have since the first time I saw you.
Narcissa, I know you'd like to know who this is. Meet me in front of the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow, at 1:00. I want to explain in person. You can go into Diagon Alley too, to get your things, if you need a legitimate excuse to be going into London.
See ya then,
Well, you'll find out, won't you?!
With every centimeter she flew, she got more and more nervous. What if it was true? What if it had been a game the whole time?
It was just a joke…no one really loved her? What would she do if it came down and smacked her cold and hard on the face, as if to say, that life itself is only a matter of pleasing who you must to stay alive?
Moisture made her cheeks colder against the strangely windy summer night.
Stomach lurching and heart pounding, the Lestrange's manor came into sight, and Bella swallowed down her fear as she landed in front of the gates.
"Pure." She muttered to the goblin who sat on the steel, looking down at her as he nodded, and the doors swung open.
The pathway led her up to the door, and she was greeted by a timid house elf.
"Greetings, Miss. How may Morry be helping you?"
"I need to speak with Rodolphus."
"Senior or Junior?"
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Junior."
"Come in miss. Morry shall be getting Master Rodolphus."
She nodded absent mindedly, and sat herself in an uncomfortable chair of ivory, her eyes determined to not look up.
"Bellatrix?" She looked up as Rodolphus made his way down the stair, his blue eyes curiously alit. "Is something wrong?"
He was within reach, within whispering distant as he stood before her. "Yes, Lestrange." She stood, pacing past him, one hand on her hip, "Something's very wrong."
"I hope I am not the cause of this wrong doing?" He replied sharply to her back, and she turned around.
"Let us hope not. I had a very interesting talk with my father today."
Rodolphus seemed to pale just a bit, but he smiled deceptively, just the same, "Really? What about?"
"Oh you know, the usual…" She said slowly and coldly, beginning to count off on her hand, "The weather, school, his job…the fact that the only reason we ever started to get involved was the will of your father and mine…"
His eyes were wide now, and darting to and fro, "Surely you could not believe such a thing, my love?" He dared to reach out for her hand with his shaky ones.
"This reaction proves it, Lestrange. What are you hiding?"
"N-nothing."
"Do you expect me to believe you? For someone who is supposed to be a death eater, you are shit at lying." She hissed, and pulled out her wand. He backed up, and when she began to utter something, he pulled out his wand as well.
"Fine, Black, you want the truth? I'll give it to you. I never really loved you, all right? You were power, and respect to me. If I could get you as my wife, as my father and yours had planned, we could rise to the top as The Dark Lord's two hands!" He was breathing quickly and Bella was staring at him in shock, her heart ripping beneath her chest, "Surely you understand, Bellatrix? Love is a waste of time. You will not get anywhere in life without that. And I can promise you that."
"You sick bastard…" She muttered, her eyes struggling to hold their tears. He laughed.
"So what is your answer, Black? We would make the greatest pair that ever lived!"
"I will never marry you. I never want to see your sick face again!" She blurted out, heading for the door.
"Oh, no you don't!" He laughed, and grabbed her wrist. She struggled, but he conquered over her, and pull her to him, pressing his lips against her, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
She tugged herself away, and left a red handprint across his precious face. "I said NO." She whispered darkly, and ripped her body out of his grip.
"No? All right, Black, your choice. I'll make you sorry! I'll make you come running back!" He screamed after her, but she refused to look back. He might see her tears.
Andie stood by the garden, breathing in the fresh scent of night. She knew she should be getting some sleep, but thoughts of Ted swarmed her mind…
"Do you think it's fading?" Ted asked, twirling his finger around her sandy brown hair, and Andie looked up at him curiously.
"Do I think what is fading?"
He went all flustered and embarrassed for a few moments, but mumbled something. Andie heard it, "You know, in relationships, people say 'it fades' and then they have to break up."
"Don't be stupid. I'm not going to dump you anytime soon. I don't think anything is 'fading.'"
"I hoped you felt that way, because for me, I love you more than I did at first."
"Hmm. Maybe if we got married, you'd start to hate me."
Ted laughed, "Yeah, probably. That's the way it goes. But I'm not really thinking about that, you know, me being fourteen…"
"Ah, me neither. Just saying."
He was so cute…and she was sort of lying when she said she never thought about marrying him. Yes, they were too young, but wasn't the purpose of dating to figure out who you want marry? Didn't every girl wonder whether her boyfriend was "the one?"
But Andie was interrupted in her thoughts when a cloaked figure put his hand over her mouth and knocked her unconscious.
(AN: new character perspective)
"Go away, Terry." Jeremiah muttered bitterly to his brother, but the brunette boy merely grinned.
"Ah, but little brother, I think I deserve to meet the girl that I pretty much wrote those letters to."
"You just helped, you didn't write them." Jeremiah insisted but his brother shook his head, leaning against the rustic bricks of the Leaky Cauldron.
"I did! Come on, Jeremiah, can you imagine your letters without my ladies man charm? It would probably sound like this…Dear Narcissa!"
"SHH!" Jeremiah hissed as if anyone was listening.
"I like you. I think you have nice hair and a cool butt. Please go out with me, please!!" Terry laughed at his brother.
"That is not what I would have said Terry." He whined, looking around the corner.
"Well, I don't think this girl could be that great if she can't even show up on time, Jerry."
"Ew, don't call me that, it sounds like your name."
"I'll have you know that I have an unbearably cool name."
"Ri-i-i-ight." Jeremiah huffed, and sunk down to the curb, "It's two o' clock. She's not coming, is she?"
Terry gave a solemn look, and shook his head down at his little brother, "Don't think so, kiddo. Come on, I'll take you out for a butter beer."
"Mum said I can't drink those."
"One won't kill you. Besides, what Mum don't know won't hurt her, eh?"
SoccerGirl:
Wow! You must've been confused! You'll see what makes Bella the way she is in the books over time. : ) I think that all the characters are maturing, at least, I'm trying to get them to mature…Hmmm…let me see, when will Lucuis be re appearing in this story…hmmmm well, I don't really know. He won't become a big character until Narcissa's sixth or seventh year ( I know that sounds far away, but I am going to be skipping a year or two over the span of time..,)
Magic Crystal Rose:
Well, I guess Bella isn't getting married NOW…or is she??? HEHEHEHEHE Sorry, I love knowing what's going to happen.
As for the rest of you, I would like some reviews, if you please.