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Chapter 3
Mummy Dearest
Cay ran into the compartment with Lupin. It was very funny to see her like that, the real wild child. But now I was alone to face Sirius by myself, and I really don't know how well I could do. My voice gets so horse when I'm this nervous.
But he didn't even look at me as Cay's seven minutes came and went (when she came out, she was tugging on her shirt, that slut!). By the time they left to go find food (boys) he had reached Kingscross and Sirius still hasn't spoke to me. He held no emotion towards what had just happened what so ever. James got slapped, which explained why Lily's face was exploding with pus, Pettigrew and Raven we holding hands shortly afterwards. I couldn't help but wonder if I was that much of a pathetic no one, who couldn't even get the guy I have to stay.
The train came to a complete holt. I was staring out the window. I could see Mum standing there in a new cloak, and her hair charmed nice and neat. She wore no jewelry. You could tell she wasn't so enthustasic about having me home for the next nine weeks or so. I felt exactly the same way.
"Are you coming?" Cay said.
I shot her the 'please let me stay here' glare.
But after waiting with me for a while you could tell that we had to get off right then or else they would kick us off. I found my purse and followed Calyin.
She gave me a hug once we were on the platform, "I'll owl you tonight about what happened an' all, until then can you live with out me?"
I hugged her harder, "With mother? That bitch? I'll try."
"It will be okay, you'll be over my house in a month. Three weeks of paradise."
If I could live that long, I thought.
Mum and I never really got along. Her only semi-second of being proud of me was when I got sorted into Slytherin, the moment I realized what it meant to be a real Lestrange. Images of that day when the lice-filled hat was placed on my head came springing it to me. I was caught in a flashback and heard the hat whisper in my ear, "Yes, I could see you now. A lot like you Father. Although you don't have your Mother's coldness. Still a Lestrange you are, and they are all the same. Best be in SLYTHERIN!"
Never had any other words hurt me as much as that.
"Mum!" I called out to her.
I could see her sighing. She was so thin then. I had hoped she was eating one full meal.
"Baby dear, how are you?" she said after seeing where I was standing. She didn't reach out to give a hug, not that I was expecting one.
"Fine Mum, what about you?"
"Belle it's the same old around home,"
I doubted that was true. Ever since my father was forced out of the house right before I started first year when I came home during the summer every night she had a new 'friend' say the night.
She moved on, "But enough about that, how was the year?"
"You should know, I wrote to you rather often."
"What? Oh yes, the letters. You know those bloody owls kept leaving surprises all over the windows? You kept forgetting your owl Fairy-Wings."
"Sorry," Well I tried. I was a good daughter, I wrote to my Mum once every few days, and there she goes complaining about that too. And my owl? Sure! She used Fairy-Wings for every little thing, no wonder I had to use the schools'.
We stepped into one of the fire places put on the platform for Floo powder traveling.
"Bellatrix Mannor!" I called as I was properly inside the fireplace with the saw dusty soot. The flames over threw me and spat me out in front of my bedroom at home, Mum followed shortly afterwards.
It was my Father's idea to name the house after me. He was crewel in many ways. I might have been real little but I did understand that he had commit many crimes, and to cover those up he killed one or so people. But he did love me, even when he did raise his voice. You could tell because he never once hit me, and if he ever was angery with me he apoilgized. The name of the manor was just one way to make it up to me.
"Welcome back home," Mum said coolly.
I inhaled, the house had that rich smell to it mixed with expensive perfume. I was never to fond of it. The word 'home' when I thought of this place was the last word in mind.
"BON-BON!" Mum called out. That was our house-elf. She was young then, very eager to serve anyone who could think.
The little elf came running up the stairs, "Yes my mistress. How could I-" she stopped and looked at me. A wide smile came across her face, "Young miss is back at last? So nice to see you again!"
Mum gave poor Bon-Bon a warning look, "Yes aren't we all? I'm sure it would be a lot nicer if you could make some hot green tea," the beverage I hate the most, "and make sure that her bed is already made so she could rest."
"Yes! Bon-Bon was silly not to think that her's self,"
I felt sorry for the house elf, and tried to relay on her as little as possible just to give her a break. "No it's okay," I said. "Thank you Bon-Bon, but I'm just going to write to Calyin before supper so-"
"Your still friends with that girl?" Mum said displeased.
"Yes Mum."
"When will you start be-friending someone that could help you in the real world? MR. Malfoy perhaps. Even Master Sirius would be better then Ms. Alon, her family is much poorer then ours! For you to be seen with her is a disgrace! Why can't you be more like your sisters?"
Yes, my loving, bitchy two sisters that weren't even in Hogwarts any more. I made a point of never speaking to them. I had to hold my tongue, "I'll try Mum."
"No! No, no, no! This is where you go wrong! Stop trying and actually do something about it. You haven't even been home five minutes and you are already getting me furious! You're eating dinner in your room tonight!" she placed her hand on her head as though she had grown bored of me already. "Bon-Bon, bring me my robe." And she walked away. She was done with me for the rest of the night.
Am I not the only one who thinks that she over reacts about stupid things?
I walked into my room and found my trunks neatly stacked by the bed. I hated my room. It was nothing like me. It was painted a dark pink, and had a carpeted floor. The bed was close to the window, and it had hardly any objects that I actually wanted filled up in most of the space. It looked like the rest of the house, screaming for people to say, "They are fifthly rich". The only one thing in that room I was proud of was this one picture framed of Sirius and me when we were about five years old. Both our parents we just happy to have one more thing to show off about, so since we were so young they must have figured 'what the hell? Lets get their pictures taken together." It's really cute. My hair was in pig tales, and I'm in a lovely green dress. Sirius is in his dress robes, and his hair is combed to the side. I was sitting on his knee while he was standing. Since the picture moves, it shows us laughing and him bouncing me trying to look strong, while being amazed by the toy that the photographer was holding and reaching out to it.
I picked up the picture and held it to my chest. That same day, right after the photo was taken I had punched him in the nose for making me drop my ice-cream, so he bit me on the arm, then I pulled his hair, and…well it went on for a while before our babysitter tried to stop us. Sirius got a good beating for daring to touch a girl. I was considered the victim, and gotten a pack of sugar quills.
I could never bring the golden framed picture to Hogwarts. I was sure that Mum never went into my room, so the only person who bother to be in it, is only me. But I felt like that moment I could only I could see. I know it used to be Mum's but when I was ten I found it in the back of a closet collecting dust (then I got scowled for doing servant's work)
Besides, it was the only happy memory I really had with him (before that afternoon).
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked, even thought I could have guessed.
"Bon-Bon, miss. Your supper is done, miss."
"Come in," I placed the photo down.
She placed the tray containing the meal, onto a stool. I smiled as my favorite foods were placed down in front of me (a large salad, a hamburger, and numerous amounts of sweets). "Thanks,"
"You're welcome Miss. And as I do say, welcome back again. The house isn't the same with out you,"
"You're very kind."
The house elf seemed very pleased, "Is there anything else Bon-Bon could do for you miss?"
"Its okay. Thank you again."
She bowed and backed towards the door, shutting it lightly.
I walked to my desk, and pulled out paper, and started scribbling a letter to Cay, while picking at my salad.
Just as I finished writing how it was to be back and how I couldn't wait to leave to the secondary hell, when an owl tapped on my window. I didn't really recognize it.
Opening the hatch it flew into my room, and hooted around with so much energy that it took me a while to calm it down well enough to get the note from him. It read:
Bellatrix-I don't know if your mum told you but my mum and I are coming over in two days for a well known tea party. I want to talk to you there about what happened today on the train. I must have lost control of myself.
See you at your place.
-SB
It was the first time he ever written me a letter. It had to mean I still had my fish on the hook! It couldn't breathe.
"BON-BON!" I called out.
She came running into my room, "Miss, what are you needing?" she said in a rush of breathe.
"Is Mum having a tea party?"
"Yes miss, this Tuesday with Mistress Black, Mistress Malfoy, Mistress Snape and some of the others."
"Have you learned to sew?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"I don't want to ask Mum for any extra money, do you think you can stitch a dress robe for me by then?"
"I could…try…" she stuttered, and I could see why. She has lived with my Mum since she was born.
"Thank you so much. I want to look my best for Mum's party."
"Oh yes! Bon-Bon understands. The Mistress does want everything perfect."
I was already staring into space thinking about the fine details my Sirius wants to tell me.
(another) A/N: There is ALOT of symbloizim in this chap. I'm turing into my english teacher who sees symbolizes in everything, you can't pick up a pen without her jumping up and down.