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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence

Chapter Six
"Her name"

Bella spent a good amount of the day looking through all the "notes" Ivy had made from classes, they seemed more like senseless rambling and some random doodles to Bella but she read them anyway. Ivy wouldn't drop the subject of 'how awesome it was that Bella was a Memorgist' and kept asking if Bella would try and see one of her memories.
"I really don't want to know what it is that you keep in that head of yours," said Bella looking through Charms notes. "So the answer is no."
"Damn!" Ivy flopped down on an empty couch.
Bella sighed. This had been going on for a whole hour now and it was far past the annoying point.
"Bella,"
"Hm?"
"I've been meaning to ask you something."
"What?" asked Bella looking up from the notes.
"It's about your family. I'm not familiar with your last name so I was wondering who your parents are."
Bella laughed. "Of course you aren't 'familiar' with my last name. No one is, that's the whole point."
"What point?" Ivy looked very confused.
"Let's just say my mum and dad don't have very good reputations in the wizarding world."
"Oh," Ivy paused as some fifth years passed them to go to the dorms. "But can't you at least tell me their names?"
"Why are you so keen to know?" Bella had completely forgotten about the notes she was supposed to be reading at this point.
"Why are you so keen to hide who they are?" Ivy shot back.
Bella took a deep breath as a heavy silence hung over the common room. Then she said, in the lowest voice she could, "My mum was a Death Eater."
Ivy didn't move but seemed to be waiting to hear more.
"Her name was—"
"Oy, Grundy,"
Bella spun around in her seat and ended up starring right into the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. "What?" said Bella quickly looking away from Malfoy not wanting to make eye contact. "Can't you leave me along for more then five minutes, Malfoy? Or is it that important for you to be a royal prick all the time?"
"Watch your mouth, Grundy, or—"
"Or you'll what?" said Bella looking at Malfoy anger rising inside her. "Set your pet dogs on me?" she nodded at Crabbe and Goyle who both cracked their knuckles.
Ivy jumped up. "Oy, guys calm down!"
Malfoy glared at her. "Don't you dare talk to me! You and Grundy are a shame to this house, you filthy Mudblood-lover!"
Slap! Bella was on her feet in front of Malfoy and her hand was stinging from slapping him hard across the face. Crabbe and Goyle made to attack her but as they did Bella's eyes met Malfoy's and she was once again blinded by blue light.

"HELP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs but no one answered him. The only thing he could hear was insane laughter all around him.

A flash of blue light blinded everything from sight.
"You stay the hell away from her!" shouted Ivy.
Bella blinked. She was lying on her back in the common room. She could hear Ivy shouting at someone. What's happening?
"Bella. Bella! Are you alright?" Ivy was now looking down at Bella.
"I…I'm fine." Ivy helped her to her feet.
"Did you see another memory?"
Bella nodded.
"Well, Malfoy and those other prats are gone now. To think I'm in the same house with them!" Ivy was now pocketing her wand. "You should get some rest."

Bella lay on her bed hours later gazing into nothingness. Why do I keep on seeing Malfoy's memories? And it's always when I'm extremely angry with him. This doesn't make any sense at all. Bella rolled on her side and reached out a hand to touch the picture frame on her nightstand. The picture once again sprang to life revealing the same dark haired witch. I…I won't let you down, mother. You may have been apart of the Death Eaters but you're still my mother. I will become the greatest witch that ever lived for your sake. I know it's what you would have wanted. Bella let her hand fall from the picture frame watching as her mother's image faded away. I'm so torn. I wish I knew what to do.