And her eyes now closed, her mind not really there anymore, she fell down, down, down, or that's what it felt like, to her. When she finally hit the ground, in a remarkably non-painful way, she found herself in a scene she remembered. Bella was watching her mom screaming at her sister Andromeda, who had just informed them off her moving out and upcoming marriage to Ted Tonks, a Hufflepuff Muggle born, and even her intent to take on his family name, thereby separating herself from the black family, and with one decision severing every bond she had with her mother.
Luckily this scene left her soon enough, the people somehow dripping, dissolving out of the picture, being replaced by new forms nearly immediately. Now the witch was watching a new memory, the time Narcissa had declared her engagement to one Lucius Malfoy, and her mother being ecstatic at the idea of one of her two daughters marrying into the noble house of Malfoy, though a little shocked when realizing that Cissa also, was not going to carry on the Black family name. This was a rather happier memory, as she had known that Lucius would, in fact, make Cissa happy, and had married her out of love.
Still, soon this memory faded too, and was replaced by one that she immediately recognized as the worst day of her life, the day her mother, her mother, had sold her to the dark lord, and just for the promise that she would stay alive and kept from taking anyone's name, thereby carrying on the family name. Oh, and she was to bear a child, of course.
The scene was still clear in her mind, even after nearly thirty years under the imperious curse. Her mother had called her from her room, she being barely out of Hogwarts at the time, and when she had come down a beautiful and charming man greeted her in the most gentleman like manner. The man had not introduced himself back then, not having taken the name Voldemort yet, but also not being happy with the name his parents had given him. He spoke very little, and she couldn't help but feel a sort of interest in him, more than once she caught herself staring. Her mom had asked her to stand quietly, and she had, until the dark, charming guy had drawn his wand, fingers in a starting position she recognized. She was about to pull her wand when she realized she was unable to move, her mother had obviously used some kind of binding spell on her. Then, the man opposite her opened his mouth, his fingers twitched, and he said just a single word:„Imperio."
Authors note: I hope it makes more sense when I'm finished with the next chapter, but to anyone who doesn't get it, Bella is dreaming all this.