---TrEaChErOuS WaYs---
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
`"°º× Chapter One ׺°"Ë
I just got dropped off at King's Cross station with my two sisters Andromeda and Narcissa by our mother. Our father was at work and couldn't wish us any good byes. I watched as Narcissa walked away and Andromeda was waiting at a seat.
"What are you doing Andromeda?" I asked sourly to my younger sister. She looked up and smiled sweetly at me.
"Waiting for Ted," She said. I grimaced. Mother was so disgusted in Andromeda's choice of a boyfriend. She complains frequently on how she hopes she chooses a pure-blood boy soon.
Sighing, I lugged my trunk along, looking around for any other witches or wizards I might recognize. Sure enough, as I trekked my way to platform 9 & ¾, I spotted a gorgeous looking boy in the seventh year. He was pushing a trolley holding a trunk and a cage containing a squawking owl. He had short, almost curly blonde hair and a muscular frame. His name was Jake Williamson and he just happened to be a guy I sort of fancied at the moment.
Sure, he was in Hufflepuff which is noted to be a lot of duffers and he isn't all that smart but I had been told over the holidays that he has had a crush on me for ages and I didn't mind that at all. I quickly pushed my trolley ahead towards him and caught up.
"Hi Jake," I whispered. He almost jumped out of his skin. He turned to me slowly and gave a small smile.
"How are you?" He asked me. I noticed he sort of skipped in his walk.
"I'm good thanks and you?" I replied, flicking my long black hair over my shoulder.
"Good good," Jake answered. He tripped over his baggy jeans, which looked like they were falling off his backside. I almost forgot that he was a muggle-born wizard. I stopped an involuntary shudder. What would my mother think of me? Or my youngest sister Narcissa? I knew Andromeda wouldn't mind, but her opinion doesn't mean a lot in my family.
"Nervous for your N.E.W.T.'s?" I asked him. I wasn't really sure what to say, I didn't know if we had much in common.
"No, I don't like school so I don't think I'll get many anyway," Jake answered with ease. Almost as if he thought it was 'cool' not to do any good in school. I felt a pang of dislike go through me. Imagine all the squibs out there, wishing they could be witches or wizards but are replaced by an unappreciative muggle-born wizard or witch like Jake. I shook those feelings out of me and concentrated on Jake. Maybe he just felt different by being muggle-born.
"Hogwarts isn't that bad, I'd rather be a witch than a muggle," I replied. Jake's head snapped around and looked at me.
"Yeah maybe....." He answered slowly, thinking about what I just said. I smiled to myself with glee on how I was slowly changing his thinking. We made our way through King's Cross and ran through the barrier together.
The scarlet Hogwarts Express was waiting there for us patiently, with smoke fogging up the air. I walked beside Jake and into the train. Walking along the corridors, I saw the group of Slytherins that Narcissa and I hung around. The group consisted of Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Evan Rosier, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, Severus Snape, Narcissa and I.
"Hello Trixie," Augustus Rookwood said slimly to me. I hated that nickname. He lifted his hand and touched me on my shoulder, running his hand down my arm. He always gave me the creeps.
"Who's your friend?" Lucius asked me. Lucius was in the third year with Narcissa and Sirius, my younger cousin. Narcissa and he were practically married; ours and his parents have almost arranged it now. I could feel Jake squirming beside me. Not many other students liked us Slytherins.
"This is Jake Williamson. He's a seventh year in Hufflepuff," I introduced Jake to my friends. They all snorted, probably at the fact that he was in Hufflepuff.
"I better go find a compartment," Jake said to me slowly. Before I could ask him to stay with me, he walked away dragging his trunk and cage with his owl.
"I can't believe you've sunk so low so as to actually hang around a Hufflepuff. A mud-blood Hufflepuff," Narcissa sneered at me.
"Oh lay off it Narcissa," I snapped. I followed them along the corridor until they opened a compartment where I noticed all their trunks were in. I put mine near theirs.
"How were your holidays, Bella?" Rodolphus Lestrange asked me. I smiled as I sat down in the compartment and he followed me. Rodolphus was always nice to me and seems to almost protect me from Rookwood when he is near me.
"Ok and yours?" I asked. Rodolphus looked at me surprised.
"I hated it. I'm glad to be back with all my friends," He replied, "My family," he whispered, nodding to everyone who had crammed into the one compartment. I nodded as well and stared out the window at all the friends and family of other students waving goodbye to their loved ones. All I wanted was for them all to die. I hated happy blood related families.
After a long train ride with the trolley coming along and having to stop myself from pigging out, I was starving. I could barely control my hunger when I was sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for the sorting to hurry up and finish. Somehow I was stuck on the Slytherin table next to Rookwood and a second year boy. Rookwood had his hand on my knee ever since we sat down and even after I pushed it off many times and whispered him to please stop touching me, he still has it there. I've given up trying to stop him and I'm now praying for the food to come so he would have to let go to eat.
I looked around the hall. I saw Andromeda sitting with her boyfriend over at the Gryffindor table, a couple of seats down from Sirius Black. I don't think I mentioned to you how my younger sister Andromeda was a Gryffindor? Well, when my mother and father found out, they were most disappointed. Every person in my family is or was in Slytherin. Everybody was except my sister and Sirius Black.
"What are you doing tonight?" Rookwood whispered to me. I groaned inwardly.
"Going to bed to sleep," I whispered back. I think the reason why Rookwood has been so infatuated with me was because I was the one who broke up our relationship. Yes, I dated that creep!
"Can I join you?" He whispered back. I felt his hand moving up my leg up to where I didn't want him to touch me. I pushed his hand away.
"No," I answered sternly, in my normal voice. A few people turned to look at me but I just stared at my plate. Magically, food appeared on the table. I quickly piled my plate with vegetables and salad. I looked over to the Hufflepuff table. I saw Jake sitting with other seven years. He might have felt my eyes watching him, because he looked up in my direction. I smiled at him and he smiled slowly back.
"Made anyone cry today yet Bellatrix?" I heard Regulus say to me from next to the second year boy sitting next to me. I look at him and smiled. I always like Regulus; he was the younger brother of Sirius and in all our parents' minds, the better child. He's only in the second year but extremely smart.
"Not yet, but there is still many valuable hours in the day left," I answered him.
"You can make me cry," I heard Rookwood whisper into my ear, "Cry out your name so loud when I'm fucking you-"
I blocked my ears so I didn't have to hear the rest. The reason why I dumped Rookwood last year was because he was trying to force me into sleeping with him. I wasn't ready and still aren't, but he has still tried to force himself on me ever since.
I unplugged my ears and picked up my fork again. I stabbed every piece of vegetable as hard as I could, pretending that they were all miniature Augustus Rookwood's.
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
`"°º× Chapter One ׺°"Ë
I just got dropped off at King's Cross station with my two sisters Andromeda and Narcissa by our mother. Our father was at work and couldn't wish us any good byes. I watched as Narcissa walked away and Andromeda was waiting at a seat.
"What are you doing Andromeda?" I asked sourly to my younger sister. She looked up and smiled sweetly at me.
"Waiting for Ted," She said. I grimaced. Mother was so disgusted in Andromeda's choice of a boyfriend. She complains frequently on how she hopes she chooses a pure-blood boy soon.
Sighing, I lugged my trunk along, looking around for any other witches or wizards I might recognize. Sure enough, as I trekked my way to platform 9 & ¾, I spotted a gorgeous looking boy in the seventh year. He was pushing a trolley holding a trunk and a cage containing a squawking owl. He had short, almost curly blonde hair and a muscular frame. His name was Jake Williamson and he just happened to be a guy I sort of fancied at the moment.
Sure, he was in Hufflepuff which is noted to be a lot of duffers and he isn't all that smart but I had been told over the holidays that he has had a crush on me for ages and I didn't mind that at all. I quickly pushed my trolley ahead towards him and caught up.
"Hi Jake," I whispered. He almost jumped out of his skin. He turned to me slowly and gave a small smile.
"How are you?" He asked me. I noticed he sort of skipped in his walk.
"I'm good thanks and you?" I replied, flicking my long black hair over my shoulder.
"Good good," Jake answered. He tripped over his baggy jeans, which looked like they were falling off his backside. I almost forgot that he was a muggle-born wizard. I stopped an involuntary shudder. What would my mother think of me? Or my youngest sister Narcissa? I knew Andromeda wouldn't mind, but her opinion doesn't mean a lot in my family.
"Nervous for your N.E.W.T.'s?" I asked him. I wasn't really sure what to say, I didn't know if we had much in common.
"No, I don't like school so I don't think I'll get many anyway," Jake answered with ease. Almost as if he thought it was 'cool' not to do any good in school. I felt a pang of dislike go through me. Imagine all the squibs out there, wishing they could be witches or wizards but are replaced by an unappreciative muggle-born wizard or witch like Jake. I shook those feelings out of me and concentrated on Jake. Maybe he just felt different by being muggle-born.
"Hogwarts isn't that bad, I'd rather be a witch than a muggle," I replied. Jake's head snapped around and looked at me.
"Yeah maybe....." He answered slowly, thinking about what I just said. I smiled to myself with glee on how I was slowly changing his thinking. We made our way through King's Cross and ran through the barrier together.
The scarlet Hogwarts Express was waiting there for us patiently, with smoke fogging up the air. I walked beside Jake and into the train. Walking along the corridors, I saw the group of Slytherins that Narcissa and I hung around. The group consisted of Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Evan Rosier, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, Severus Snape, Narcissa and I.
"Hello Trixie," Augustus Rookwood said slimly to me. I hated that nickname. He lifted his hand and touched me on my shoulder, running his hand down my arm. He always gave me the creeps.
"Who's your friend?" Lucius asked me. Lucius was in the third year with Narcissa and Sirius, my younger cousin. Narcissa and he were practically married; ours and his parents have almost arranged it now. I could feel Jake squirming beside me. Not many other students liked us Slytherins.
"This is Jake Williamson. He's a seventh year in Hufflepuff," I introduced Jake to my friends. They all snorted, probably at the fact that he was in Hufflepuff.
"I better go find a compartment," Jake said to me slowly. Before I could ask him to stay with me, he walked away dragging his trunk and cage with his owl.
"I can't believe you've sunk so low so as to actually hang around a Hufflepuff. A mud-blood Hufflepuff," Narcissa sneered at me.
"Oh lay off it Narcissa," I snapped. I followed them along the corridor until they opened a compartment where I noticed all their trunks were in. I put mine near theirs.
"How were your holidays, Bella?" Rodolphus Lestrange asked me. I smiled as I sat down in the compartment and he followed me. Rodolphus was always nice to me and seems to almost protect me from Rookwood when he is near me.
"Ok and yours?" I asked. Rodolphus looked at me surprised.
"I hated it. I'm glad to be back with all my friends," He replied, "My family," he whispered, nodding to everyone who had crammed into the one compartment. I nodded as well and stared out the window at all the friends and family of other students waving goodbye to their loved ones. All I wanted was for them all to die. I hated happy blood related families.
After a long train ride with the trolley coming along and having to stop myself from pigging out, I was starving. I could barely control my hunger when I was sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for the sorting to hurry up and finish. Somehow I was stuck on the Slytherin table next to Rookwood and a second year boy. Rookwood had his hand on my knee ever since we sat down and even after I pushed it off many times and whispered him to please stop touching me, he still has it there. I've given up trying to stop him and I'm now praying for the food to come so he would have to let go to eat.
I looked around the hall. I saw Andromeda sitting with her boyfriend over at the Gryffindor table, a couple of seats down from Sirius Black. I don't think I mentioned to you how my younger sister Andromeda was a Gryffindor? Well, when my mother and father found out, they were most disappointed. Every person in my family is or was in Slytherin. Everybody was except my sister and Sirius Black.
"What are you doing tonight?" Rookwood whispered to me. I groaned inwardly.
"Going to bed to sleep," I whispered back. I think the reason why Rookwood has been so infatuated with me was because I was the one who broke up our relationship. Yes, I dated that creep!
"Can I join you?" He whispered back. I felt his hand moving up my leg up to where I didn't want him to touch me. I pushed his hand away.
"No," I answered sternly, in my normal voice. A few people turned to look at me but I just stared at my plate. Magically, food appeared on the table. I quickly piled my plate with vegetables and salad. I looked over to the Hufflepuff table. I saw Jake sitting with other seven years. He might have felt my eyes watching him, because he looked up in my direction. I smiled at him and he smiled slowly back.
"Made anyone cry today yet Bellatrix?" I heard Regulus say to me from next to the second year boy sitting next to me. I look at him and smiled. I always like Regulus; he was the younger brother of Sirius and in all our parents' minds, the better child. He's only in the second year but extremely smart.
"Not yet, but there is still many valuable hours in the day left," I answered him.
"You can make me cry," I heard Rookwood whisper into my ear, "Cry out your name so loud when I'm fucking you-"
I blocked my ears so I didn't have to hear the rest. The reason why I dumped Rookwood last year was because he was trying to force me into sleeping with him. I wasn't ready and still aren't, but he has still tried to force himself on me ever since.
I unplugged my ears and picked up my fork again. I stabbed every piece of vegetable as hard as I could, pretending that they were all miniature Augustus Rookwood's.