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Those all belong to the genius, J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This does not express me or my opinions, it is fanFICTION.
Why, Bellatrix?
Chapter 1: Rain
Life will be deadly dull without her, I thought as I watched the red steam engine pull away from the platform. Nearby my mother and father had already left, neither eager, proud nor happy to see their daughter off to Hogwarts for the first time. But then again, why should they be happy? The only things that concerned my mother and father were ministry issues, their appearance and social status. Nothing important, trifling matters.
I wrenched my eyes away from the tracks that had been empty for a minute, hurrying after my parents. Outside the station rained poured down, soaking me in the minute it took to reach the car. The Rolls-Royce was shiny and hard, like my parents. And expensive.
Rain pelted the window as we drove home. I pressed my face up against the glass, my nose smudging it. On the empty leather seat beside me were the remaining impressions from where, half an hour earlier, one of the only people in this world who loved me had sat.
The car came to a sudden halt at a light. Outside were black figures bent against the wind and rain, all hurrying past us. None of them realizing that I was inside this car, lonely and sad. They only hurried by, like ants, past the windows of the shops.
We continued on, past Trafalgar Square, Lord Nelson still standing as serenely as ever atop his column. How could the world continue so smoothly? Without a single interruption?
Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that we were home until the car doors slammed, and the voices faded. I jerked out of my reverie and pulled the handle on the door. It wouldn't work, they had locked the doors. Did they forget I was still in the car? If they had I wouldn't be surprised, it wasn't the first time.
I scrambled into the front seat, scraping my knee across a wire. After several moments of wriggling I was able to open the door, and slide out onto the gravel drive.
Standing up shakily, I made my way up the walk to our house. Large flowering shrubs were waited down with rain, bowing low to the elements. Standing on the step I knocked on the door, praying for it to open. When it didn't I knocked harder, yet still no one opened it. I banged harder and rang the bell. Why did no one answer the door? Did no one realize I was still out here? 'But then, why should they?'A nagging voice kept telling me, 'it's not as if they actually care about you'. Which was true. No one cared. Miserably I curled up on the step, huddling against the rain. No one cared.
I shook with the cold as I sat on the doorstep. Around me the rain continued to beat mercilessly on the plants and gravel. I wished I could beat out my frustration, loneliness and anger upon the world. Like the rain.
I do not know how long I sat like this curled up, drenched, cold and miserable, waiting for someone to open the door. It felt like hours. I had given up hope that they would find me. I sat there curled, powerless. Cold, wet, angry, rain, cold, numb, lonely, sad, wet, numb.......
Why, Bellatrix?
Chapter 1: Rain
Life will be deadly dull without her, I thought as I watched the red steam engine pull away from the platform. Nearby my mother and father had already left, neither eager, proud nor happy to see their daughter off to Hogwarts for the first time. But then again, why should they be happy? The only things that concerned my mother and father were ministry issues, their appearance and social status. Nothing important, trifling matters.
I wrenched my eyes away from the tracks that had been empty for a minute, hurrying after my parents. Outside the station rained poured down, soaking me in the minute it took to reach the car. The Rolls-Royce was shiny and hard, like my parents. And expensive.
Rain pelted the window as we drove home. I pressed my face up against the glass, my nose smudging it. On the empty leather seat beside me were the remaining impressions from where, half an hour earlier, one of the only people in this world who loved me had sat.
The car came to a sudden halt at a light. Outside were black figures bent against the wind and rain, all hurrying past us. None of them realizing that I was inside this car, lonely and sad. They only hurried by, like ants, past the windows of the shops.
We continued on, past Trafalgar Square, Lord Nelson still standing as serenely as ever atop his column. How could the world continue so smoothly? Without a single interruption?
Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that we were home until the car doors slammed, and the voices faded. I jerked out of my reverie and pulled the handle on the door. It wouldn't work, they had locked the doors. Did they forget I was still in the car? If they had I wouldn't be surprised, it wasn't the first time.
I scrambled into the front seat, scraping my knee across a wire. After several moments of wriggling I was able to open the door, and slide out onto the gravel drive.
Standing up shakily, I made my way up the walk to our house. Large flowering shrubs were waited down with rain, bowing low to the elements. Standing on the step I knocked on the door, praying for it to open. When it didn't I knocked harder, yet still no one opened it. I banged harder and rang the bell. Why did no one answer the door? Did no one realize I was still out here? 'But then, why should they?'A nagging voice kept telling me, 'it's not as if they actually care about you'. Which was true. No one cared. Miserably I curled up on the step, huddling against the rain. No one cared.
I shook with the cold as I sat on the doorstep. Around me the rain continued to beat mercilessly on the plants and gravel. I wished I could beat out my frustration, loneliness and anger upon the world. Like the rain.
I do not know how long I sat like this curled up, drenched, cold and miserable, waiting for someone to open the door. It felt like hours. I had given up hope that they would find me. I sat there curled, powerless. Cold, wet, angry, rain, cold, numb, lonely, sad, wet, numb.......