Out of sight, out of mind

Black, chapter 1

September 1962

Letter

Dear Bellatrix Black,

I am proud to call you mine. Congratulations on continuing the Slytherin line of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black at Hogwarts. I wish you many friends to make in the future, do not disappoint me.

Your Mother,

Druella Black née Rosier

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September 1962

Howler

"How dare you dishonour the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black! Huffle Puff?! Do not bother showing your face at the manor. You are no daughter of mine."

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September 1966

'Ah, dear Narcissa, where will you go? Ravenclaw?'

'Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin.'

'Really? Only Slytherin? And why is that?'

'For my family, because Blacks cannot be anything but Slytherins, nothing less than Slytherin.'

'But your eldest sister is doing so well in her house.'

' … '

' … ' "SLYTHERIN"

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15 years old Trix smiled at her younguest sister from accross the hall. "Sister, How are you faring this evening? Are you excited for your first year?" Trix asked when she reached her sister. She was hopeful that all her improvements had beared fruits.

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Narcissa lashes blinked wide open when her eldest sister talked to her. She had to answer. Mother's voice screamed in her head to stand tall and regard her long lost sister as inferior. Her lips almost turned in a sneer but she guarded her face and emotions from exterior factors. Her sister… Her sister was bad influence. Her sister was a badger. She was all her family did not… could not stand for.

Five years of being prepped to be a good Black. A better Black then her sister had taken their tole on young Cissy's shoulders. Her porcelain mask would not break.

Narcissa blinked again and sidestepped her eldest sister. She did not give another glance her way when she went towards her friends. She did not see the forlong look on her sisters face, nor did she see the look being carefully concealed and pushed away.

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Bellatrix Black's back straightened and her head held high promised herself patience. The houses here had changed. Narcissa would see it soon enough. She would have to adapt to survive. She would change too.

Narcissa and her friends watched wide-eyed as witches and wizard sat wherever they wanted in the Great hall.

It looked like a mismatched of colours. Blues and yellows with splotches of red and a tint of green. It was disturbing. Were they not suppose to keep with their house?

If they were not sorted in their house earlier, they would not have even recognize their own table. Mostly. Slytherin table was thank Salazar still green. Neon turquoise, but green still. Half of the original Slytherin table with a quarter of Huffle Puffs and Ravenclaws.

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Bellatrix let slip a small smile at her sister's behaviour. It was perfect. Just a little more patience and, Trix could pass onto the next part of her plan.

"What has you grinning like the cat that ate the canary Trix? It really is quite disconcerting." Her blue fellow companion asked regarding her with a crinkled nose.

Trix grin grew feral and nudged his nose "Dol, you know not to do that face. It makes me want to poke you."

"And I want to poke your eyes out. They are creepy. They have the same twinkle as Professor Dumbledore."

" Urg! No!" Trix cried out dramatically, a hand on her forehead as she would faint. "Not Dumbles"

Dol just stared ahead, expression bored.

"Here," Trix plopped an apple in front of her associate, "eat."

Dol's stare did not deviate.

Trix's eyes widen and she brought her lower lip closer to her nose.

Dol's left eye twitched.

Trix almost grinned but she resisted. He would crack before her. promise. She batted her lashes.

Dol's stare was unmovable.

Neither saw the hand take the apple till their fight was rendered nonexistent because of a noisy crunch.

"Lessst!" Trix whined. "That was for Dolly. How dare you!"

Rodolphus Lestrange looked at Bellatrix Black and Antonin Dolohov with an unimpressed stare.

Those two… "…" I don't know what to say. *sigh* "At least the apple is juicy"

"Of course it's juicy, I handpicked it for Dol!"

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"Sister,"

Narcissa turns towards the voice that is very close to her ear.

"Come sit next to me."

Narcissa doesn't have time to respond, an arm slides into hers and brings her to the Ravenclaw table.

"Cissy, these are my friends," Andromeda presents. "Friends, this is the new addition, Narcissa Black." Andy's friends wave their hands. They are a mix of colours too. But none are Gryffindors. It seems like that bridge has not been crossed yet.

Narcissa sits and her friends a second later joins her too. They talk with Huffle Puffs, Ravenclaws and Slytherin like it should be completely normal but there is still hesitation. All her schooling at home did not prepare for talking and positioning herself outside of the Slytherin House. Even Older Slytherin chat easily without double meanings and slight threats. All her carefully lain cards come crumbling down.

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1965

The Prophet

Black Sheep Murdered!

Bellatrix Black was found in her bed, strangled to death. Aurors have questioned her parents and sisters and any friends she may have made about this dreadful outcome. As you may know, Bellatrix Black was the first Black in ages to be sorted outside of the Slytherin House, it was a shock to her family that one of their own could have been a badger. Aurors have found no evidence of plots against Bellatrix Black. We hope to find out more in the coming weeks.

-ZAP- -ZiNG- -ZAP-

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You can't do anything, SeleneNellyElineElena.

Who?

It isn't in your power to change it. You can't. You simply can't and They simply are not allowed.

Who are You? Who are They?

That curse, that spell was not meant for you, SeleneNellyElineElena. It rebounded through Space.

What curse? What spell? What is going on? Will anyone answer me?

We cannot let Them pollute Time and Space. You cannot Embody Her. Time is right. Don't disturb it SeleneNellyElineElena.

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September 1962

Letter

Dear Eldest daughter,

I am proud to call you mine. Congratulations on continuing the Slytherin line of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black at Hogwarts. I wish you many friends to make in the future.

Do not disappoint me,

Druella Black née Rosier

—_—

Bellatrix Black has had a deeply anchored fear. She has been stolen. And she has not. She has been lost and she has not. She has a tingling feeling up her spine when she sees Her. Her littlest sister, Selene, has stormy grey eyes, almost white, almost empty. Bella knows something wrong is happening and going on. What it is, she knows not, but Bella—

"Trix, Hey Trix! I'm happy you are out of your brooding mood."

— knows a storm is brewing, and she is patient like a snake waiting in the grass for its prey to let go of their survival instinct. Her scales would bunch and slither and like a spring, Bella—

"Trix, wait up!"

—will soar through the air and wrap her silky limbs and strangle the life out of her prey's body.