CH2:
The next morning Bellatrix woke up, opened her eyes, wondering what'd happened.
After a while she remembered, but it all ended up in a blur when he'd said good bye to her.
This man was not like anyone else. Of course she'd understood that the first time she saw him, but this time she realized that he was magnificent.
No one had ever peeked her interest when it came to wizards or witches, except him.
He'd also said that it wouldn't take long until they'd see each other again.
She sighed and smiled to herself, something she didn't do alot, but when she did it was truly real.
Two days had passed, and Bellatrix still hadn't seen her friend.
Impatient, she snapped her fingers multiple times while sitting next to the fireplace to make sure not to miss his arrival, if it would come.
Hours passed and her dark eyes started to close.
A loud crack woke her up and her eyes flung up. He was standing in front of her, looking down at her little body.
"Good evening, Bellatrix. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"No, do not be sorry, sir. I shouldn't have fallen asleep her in the first place."
He gave a half-hearted laugh: "So, how are you, my little one?" Did he just ask me how I was? Bellatrix thought to herself.
"I am quite well, sir. How are you?" He responded just as polite and smiled at her.
What a strange girl. So polite, so cold, so dark. The man thought.
"Sir, there is something I want to ask you. If I may: what is your name?"
He chuckeled: "Adress me as Lord Voldemort, but do not tell anyone that you have met me." She nodded and looked very serious.
"Well, my dear. I have to leave. I have business to atend to. We will not meet in a long time, I'm afraid. Have a most lovely time, my little one. I will miss you."
"I will miss you too, Lord Voldemort and I promise not to tell anyone about our meetings. Enjoy yourself, sir."
He smiled and walked into the fireplace, took some floo powder and said:
"The house of Gaunt." And left the boudoir with a loud crack.
Bellatrix blinked twice and tried to collect herself. He was very old, and she was very young, but even though her feelings were innapropriate, they were there.
Feelings for Lord Voldemort.
The days passed and all of a sudden she was to go back to Hogwarts. That christmas, her pregnant mother had given birth to a girl whom was called Andromeda.
Bellatrix had never cared for children, she thought they were too noisy and irritating. She'd rather be with Narcissa actually.
Laughing of these thoughts she walked into the Hogwarts Express to find an empty compartment. There was one, not empty, but less full than the others.
It really didn't matter, because her aquantance Severus Snape was sitting within. She sat down and greeted her fellow Slytherin.
He nodded and greeted her in return. Considering the fact that both of them was not the social kind, there was no further talking during the trip.
The two Slytherins sat with their heads buried in literature.
They arrived, ate and walked up to their common room. As Bellatrix sat down on her bed she sighed and wished to go back home.
Knowing that this was impossible, she gave another sigh and looked at the ground with a dissapointed look.
The days passed on, boring and similar to each other. Now and then Severus could say hello, but except from that, there wasn't much happening.
Bellatrix was still doing very well in school, but felt that it really didn't matter. All she wanted was to see Lord Voldemort again.
But she knew that this wouldn't happen in a long time. He had told her that himself.
The days that had passed obviously did so fast, because all of a sudden it was summer and time for Bellatrix to return to her home.
Following the routine of travelling with the ministry's cars, she reached the threshold of the Black Manor and entered.
She was met by one of the house elves who greeted her politely. She nodded and ran upstairs with her suitcase and cat.
She let her cat out and let him wander around on the floor. She stroke his soft fur and buried her face in it. "Oh, Sebastian. When will I see him again?"
The cat purred and looked at her with big eyes. "Yes, you're right. I should think of how nice it will be when we meet again."
Bellatrix layed on her bed with Sebastian crawled up next to her legs. She stared at the ceiling and was daydreaming.
Suddenly, she heard a loud rapping on her door: "Bellatrix! Are you there!" Bellatrix rolled her eyes: "Yes mother, I am here."
Her mother opened the door and looked at Bellatrix strictly as she measured her with her eyes.
"Your body has become more female during this year. We need to fix your dress for your birthday party. The seemstress is here to measure you."
Bellatrix followed her mother and looked like she didn't want this. Not at all. But then again, she didn't have a choice.
Downstairs she was met with a voice much too perky for Bellatrix' liking.
"So this is the little princess who needs a dress! Now, which colour would you like it in! We have blue, pink, purple..." "Black. Pure black." Bellatrix cut her off.
The seemstress looked a little bit dissapointed, but realized that she was not to argue with this girl.
She measured Bellatrix and showed her some different styles to choose from. Bellatrix couldn't care less and just pointed out a simple dress and left the room.
She wasn't in the mood for dresses now. Those silly things, as she had thought many times before, was to be left with her older sister.
The next day, when Bellatrix woke up, she actually felt good. Considering the fact that this hadn't happened in a very long time, she was surprised.
She went to the mirror and looked at her self, and her mother was right. Her body had developed and become more female than before.
Her bosom had started to grow and her hips had a nice curve. She didn't know what to say about this, because frankly, she couldn't care less.
Or could she! I am woman, hear me roar. Bellatrix laughed by these thoughts and went over to her bed and to Sebastian.
The cat yawned as she sat down next to him, crawled up, took one turn and layed down again. Bellatrix laughed again and stroked his fur.
In one week, her birthday would be celebrated. She hated her birthday. It was the day when she had to act polite and charming towards many people.
People she didn't even know, and most important; people she didn't like.
She decided to push these thoughts away for a while and go for a walk in the house. She walked by her baby sisters room and went in.
The little baby layed within a cradle, sleeping, looking so peacefull. She had rosy cheeks, brown-red hair and round features. She didn't look like a Black.
The Blacks had sharp features, pale skin, dark or extremely blonde hair and they didn't smile alot. This baby smiled while sleeping.
For the first time in her life, Bellatrix felt love for a baby. She leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forhead and walked out of the room.
A few doors down, she could hear a loud moan coming from Narcissa. It almost sounded like she was in pain, so Bellatrix ran into the room to see what was going on.
After a few seconds she realized that the moan did not come from pain. On the contrary. On top of her sister was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
She looked at them both with disgust and backed away. The two lovers turned to Bellatrix and hurried to cover up.
"Sorry for interrupting. I thought you were in pain because of the moan. Now I see that wasn't the case. No, obviosly not the case."
Narcissa walked towards her sister in a bedsheet and laughed:
"In pain? Oh, Bella," she laughed more, "one day you will know that moans can be caused by more. Just don't tell mum, okay?"
Bellatrix nodded and backed away slowly with a sick feeling in her stomack.
She decided that her little walk was over and hurried back to her room and sat down on her bed.
After a few minutes she layed down and fell asleep, still in shock and disgust.
The next days did not involve any fun, but all of a sudden it was Bellatrix' birthday. The young girl got dressed in the new outfit; a longsleeved, longskirted dress in black.
It was plain without any stupid accesories, just the way she liked it. She took up a book and started reading. She didn't care to go downstairs unless she had to.
Then, to her great dissapointment, she heard her mother scream: "Bellatrix! Come down here! The guests will arrive soon!"
As usual, her mother only celebrated birthdays as an excuse to mingle with the fine pureblood witches and to show off her family.
Narcissa was wearing a beautiful purple gown which hugged every curve. Something made Bellatrix think that they would pay more attention to Narcissa than to her.
This was, in her eyes, a very good thing.
After a few minutes, the guests started coming. All the usual comments came as well: look how big you've turned and you look so much like your mother.
Minutes passed, minutes turned to hours and after a long time, Bellatrix just couldn't handle it anymore. She walked out to the garden and sat down on a bench.
"May I join you, Bellatrix?" She knew that voice very well. It was Severus Snape. Without waiting for an answer, he sat down.
"You look very pretty today." She blinked twice; "Why, thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." Then it turned quiet.
Bellatrix felt a bit uncomfortable and without thinking about it: "Do you want to go up to my room?" Severus looked surprised, but nodded his head.
The two of them walked in silence up to her bedroom and entered. Bellatrix closed the door and Severus sat down on a chair.
Bellatrix took out her wand and smirked: "Locomotor Mortis." Suddendly, Severus' legs were locked together and Bellatrix cracked up in laughter.
He pointed at his legs with his own wand, said Finite Incantatem, and glared at her. "You're dead, missy."
She faked a shocked expression and dodged one of his spells, then laughed like mad again. He then said "Petrificus Totalis!" and she couldn't move.
Her body was fully paralyzed, and she glared at him as much as a paralyzed person can glare at someone.
He smirked, releazed her from the curse and helped her up. After that they walked downstairs to the party.
After a few hours it was over, and the house elves carried all the presents upstairs so that Bellatrix could open them in peace.
She started the tiresome task of opening all of the presents, and they were all very predictable. When she was done, she sighed and looked down.
But there was obviously a present that she'd forgot. It was wrapped in black and had a green silk bow on it.
She opened it and within layed a small book. The unforgivable curses, was its name. Bellatrix smirked as she looked inside of the book:
For my little one.
Have a lovely birthday.
-Lord Voldemort.
She took the book, crawled into her bed and layed it under her pillow. Sebastian snuggled up to her and started purring. She pet him and layed down on her bed.
After an hour, she fell asleep, thinking of the book and the sender.
CH3: