Chapter 7

Bella POV

I couldn't sleep that night, I missed Edward and was too worried about getting Harry here safely tomorrow. I looked up at the clock where I was sleeping in Percy's old room, 12:34. I was 17! I could do magic! Right now! But that also meant that the blood magic was now broken. I looked over to the night stand and saw Lunas present, it was technically my birthday now and I was too impatient to wait when I knew it was sitting right next to me.

When I opened the package there was 2 things inside, a piece of blue string with a butterbeer cork strung on and a small wizarding picture of me and Luna, her kissing me on the cheek, it seemed like a friendly gesture, no romantic notions but I knew, as did she, that this picture was taken just as our relationship was starting. It was such a simple gift but meant so much to me. It reminded me of why I loved her.

Flashback

I was in the bathroom of the 5th year girls dorm, sitting on the floor, crying. I had been trying to morph my scar over, make it completely disappear, but I couldn't.

"Bella is that you, are you alright?" I heard Hermionie ask me from outside the door. I just sobbed again in response.

"I'm coming in Bella." She told me. I heard her use Alohamorah on the locked door and it cracked open.

"Bella talk to me, what's wrong, do you want Harry?" I shook my head, I couldn't talk to Harry about this.

"I can't cover it!" I told her.

"What Bella?"

"My scar, it looks terrible, I'm not beautiful, I just want it to go away!"

"Bella, you are gorgeous, you have never been this upset about it before, what changed?"

"Everyone else, all of our year mates, are starting to date. You went out with Viktor last year, Harry is pinning after Cho, even Ron went to Hogsmeade with Lavender Brown! No one has asked me, they don't think I'm good enough!"

"Oh Bella."

"Nobody wants me!" I sobbed.

"Of course they do Bella."

I just shook my head.

End Flashback

Not long after that I found Luna. She made me feel beautiful, I didn't want to hide my scars as much anymore, at least not when I was with her. I loved her so much and I was broken when we ended things but looking back it was the best thing for me at the time, and now I have Edward.

I am glad that I perfected my morphing skills, I had near perfect control and could hold just about any morph for any amount of time. After Sirius died, me and Harry both went through a really bad time, but I took his death the hardest. Sirius loved both Harry and me but he saw my brother as a replacement for our father sometimes. He treated him more like a best friend, a brother, than a son but me, I was his little girl. For the time we knew Padfoot he always treated me like a princess. Sometimes I felt like he thought I was fragile but I didn't mind, coming from him it was less a 'you can't do it' and more of a 'I want to protect you so you don't have to'. I never had a father/daughter relationship with anyone before Sirius and losing that hurt more than the Cruciatus curse ever could. The pain took over my entire being and to help me get over that I focused all of my time on perfecting my morphing.

The summer after he died and I broke up with Luna, before we went to the Weasleys, I spent just about every second changing my appearance in some way, whether it was a hair color, or my figure, or my height. I changed a new thing every hour until it was just second nature. The only thing I never changed were my eyes, I could never bring myself to take away the eyes of my father. I could spend days at a time just switching my hair from blue to pink to green. Morphing also helped me control my magic, I was so upset that it couldn't deal with just sitting inside of me. I fought with it constantly, trying to keep it in and finally realized that when I was morphed it quieted, happy that I was using the magic my genetics gave me. The Dursleys had mostly learned to leave me and Harry alone, from Moody's threat at the end of 4th year and my emotions spinning my accidental magic out of control. But they still thought that we needed to be 'punished' sometimes. I remember one of the worst ones, it happened just after I perfected my morphing skills. We were to be leaving for the Weasleys in a week and a half.

Flashback

Harry had had a bad nightmare the night before and Vernon was going to punish him for it.

"Boy, you get down here!" I heard Uncle Vernon growl. I looked over at Harry's sleeping form, he had fallen back to sleep about an hour ago. I didn't want to wake him, he had taken so many beatings from me when we were younger, at least until Vernon had figured out that the best way to hurt Harry was to just hurt me. I decided that I would have this one, I stood up, morphed into an exact replica of Harry, and started walking down the stairs. In Dudleys old clothes I didn't need to change, me and Harry wore the same old, ripped, clothes, and had for years.

It was worse than I had imagined it would be, I was worried that he might have broken a rib or two but there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't slip in my morph the whole time, or cry out, knowing it would wake Harry and he would come downstairs, running the plan, when Vernon was done, I stood up best I could and limped back up the stairs. Me closing the door must have woken the sleeping Harry because he soon rushed over to me.

"Bella, you didn't!"

I just nodded, my hair growing out and turning red again, my figure shrinking back into the feminine one I was used to, my eyes going brown again.

"Why- Wh- What- did you do that?"

"You took more beatings for me when we were younger than I can count, and you haven't slept in weeks," Neither had I but I hid that from him, my nightmares being less scream inducing. I had always tried to protect my brother just as he had tried to protect me. I think I still had 'older sister' instincts even though I was only his older sister by about 13 minutes. "I didn't want to wake you. Now come over here, if you go downstairs and dont have some type of wound, they will get suspicious." I told him, wincing as I bent over to get my trunk. I opened it and pulled out the small makeup bag I purchased in Hogsmeade last year. I gave him a black eye, some cuts, and a busted lip with the makeup, they looked good enough that Vernon would be proud of the work he did.

"If you go downstairs, just limp." I told him, morphing my injuries away and kissing him on the forehead.

End Flashback

After that I tried to put on the bravest face possible for my brother, tried to act happy, I think I acted so much that by the time school started up again I believed it.

So I know I said they were going to get Harry in this chapter but, you got some Bella/Luna, some insecure Bella, and some abusive Dursleys so I will come in with the getting Harry in the next chapter(hopefully). I think that this chapter is pretty sad so sorry if you don't like that. Also with the cork necklace, that was meant to be a matching one, so Luna didn't give Bella hers, now they both have one.

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