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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.
