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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence
Chapter Seven
"Pureblood"
"Well, it could have been worse." Said Ivy in a bracing tone as she and Bella left Bella's first Potions class on Monday.
"Speak for yourself." Said Bella still trying to brush Potion ingredients of her robs. "I never want to take another class with Gryffindor."
"I didn't think it was that bad." Said Ivy as they turned a corner.
"Well, it was. I can't stand that Granger girl, she's such a know-it-all, and then there's Potter…" Bella let the word 'Potter' hang for a minute.
"Bella, I know it's got to be hard going to school with the reason you don' have a mum but—"
"But? But what, Ivy?" said Bella with a murderous glare. "There is not but, Ivy. Potter as good as killed my parents what to you expect me to do? Hm? What!" A long silence fell over the two girls.
"Well," said Ivy as they entered the History of Magic classroom. "When are you going to tell me your parents' names anyway?"
Bella didn't answer but just took her seat near the back with Ivy perched next to her.
As the whole class seemed to be going to sleep through the lesson Bella felt no danger in turning to Ivy and whispering. "If I tell you my parents' names you have to swear never to tell anyone."
"I swear." Said Ivy trying not to look too exited.
"My mother's name was…" Bella took a deep breath. She had never told anyone this and wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell Ivy either. "her name was Bellatrix Lestrange."
Ivy made a small little noise of excitement. "She's one of the Death Eaters in Azkaban, isn't she?"
"Yes," said Bella.
"And what about your dad, who's he?"
Bella had to think her answer to this over carefully. "Your father died before you were born." That's what her grandmother had said. "My father is dead."
Ivy gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry. But you can still tell me his name, right?"
Bella paused, "Tom Riddle, that was his name."
"Oh!" said Ivy. "He was the last half blood to be in Slytherin! So—wait…then, you aren't pureblood, are you?"
"No, I am not a pureblood." Said Bella.
"Wicked!" breathed Ivy.
"Some people don't think so." Said Bella glancing over at Malfoy who looked rather like he'd gone into a stupor.
"Oh, Bella, don't tell me you actually care what that bastard thinks." Scuffed Ivy.
"Of course I don't." said Bella shifting a bit in her seat.
The rest of the class was rather dull. Bella found it quite hard not to just go to sleep in the middle. But she somehow managed to get through the whole thing without slipping too far into la-la land.
"See that wasn't too bad." Said Ivy as they left the classroom. "Just two roles of parchment for homework."
"Oh, yeah just two." Bella rolled her eyes. Two whole pieces of bloody parchment on a subject that Bella couldn't remember was not something she called 'good' at all.
Later that day Bella and Ivy were heading back to their common room when they passed a group of Slytherin third years. As soon as the third years saw Bella they all started muttering and pointing.
"The hell?" said Ivy after they'd passed them.
Bella didn't say anything; she had a bad feeling in her stomach. And the reason for the feeling was soon made obvious. As Bella and Ivy walked into the common room the Parkinson girl called from the other side of the room.
"Hey, Grundy, did you see the notice board today?"
"No, what about it?" snapped Bella.
"Bella," said Ivy shock in her voice. "Look." She pointed to the notice board. In the center of the board was a bright green flyer with a picture of Bella on it. And written beneath it:
Bella Grundy, Pureblood or not?
Is Grundy a shame to our noble house of Slytherin?
Yes, she is.
Grundy has confessed to having a Halfblood father.
GET OUT, GRUNDY! YOU'RE NOT WANTED HERE!
Bella ripped down the flyer with hands shaking from anger.
"Oh, Bella…" Ivy didn't seem to know what to say.
"Who the hell did this!" said Bella in a deadly whisper her eyes filling with red-hot tears of anger.
"So, Grundy," came Malfoy's voice from behind her. "How does it feel to be shown for what you are?"
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy!" said Ivy spinning around to glare at him.
Malfoy laughed.
Wham! Bella spun around and landed a punch right in Malfoy's face.
"IT WAS YOU!" she yelled pulling out her wand as other Slytherins came to back up Malfoy. "You filthy little slug!" Bella started to raise her wand but Ivy got in between Bella and Malfoy.
"Don't do it, Bella! Please, don't!"
"Get—out—of—my—way!" said Bella through gritted teeth.
"No! I won't! Bella, think about this! There's no way you can take them all on! Please, stop!" Ivy looked on the point of tears.
"Look at that," said Parkinson who before hand had been busy asking Malfoy if he was hurt. "The Muggle-born lover is trying to save Grundy!" she laughed.
"Bella, I'm begging you!" said Ivy tears leaking from her eyes. "Don't do this!"
Bella slowly lowered her wand. "Come on, Ivy, let's go." Said Bella walking out of the common room and into their dorm, Ivy followed wiping away tears as she went. Bella slammed the dorm door shot behind them only to find another flyer on the back of the door. She tore it down and ripped it into pieces which she through to the floor.
"Bella…" said Ivy sounding unsure. "Are you…alright?"
"Why did you protect Malfoy, Ivy?" asked Bella not looking at her.
"I wasn't protecting Malfoy I was protecting you!" said Ivy beginning to cry again.
"Oh, you were, were you! Did it ever cross your mind that I could handle those shitheads!" Bella clinched her fists.
"Bella, you're only a first year! There were sixth and seventh years there! You couldn't have taken them all! You're not all powerful, Bella!" Ivy's words seemed to echo through the dorm as a long silence fell.
"I'm going to bed." Said Bella turning her back to Ivy.
A/N: wow, I wrote this story so long ago no wonder it sucks.
