Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter; this is JK Rowling's series!
A/N: I hope you enjoy! It's a bit short but the next one will be a lot longer! Reviews please! This is a story about Bellatrix when she was a Black.
Bellatrix breathed in the flowery smell of the garden at the Black Manor, her brown eyes dancing with happiness as she slipped through the hedges. Her sisters would be at their history lessons on the Black family, she was excused for perfectly reciting the names from 1740-1955.
Her hair long and curly black and her skin pale but darker than her siblings, she had hooded dark brown eyes and a strong jaw along with arched eyebrows and long lashes, a trait of the Black family women.
The giant manor was surrounded by a lush forest that her parents forbade them from going in saying it wasn't ladylike to be traipsing through the woods, "Like I give a damn about that! Freedom is mine now, I am daughter of Black, princess of pure-blood! I will become the witch my parents are proud of!"
Her dark eyes glowed for a bit addressing souls who were not there but it felt good to talk about herself as a pure-blooded princess. Heir to the noble house of Black, the longest pure-blooded family in the wizarding world! She was only nine now but once she reached 11, she would be the strongest witch of her age!
"Hogwarts beware, I am coming," she whispered to herself before looking around the passion fading, "Now, time to explore the forest."
She ran in her eyes alert for any danger, the fresh woods beckoned to her as she reached deeper into its heart. She turned around and ran back before she raised any suspicion, her mother and father would never know. Not ever.
2 years later…
Bellatrix ran along the train her crooked wand tucked into her robes, plopping down in an empty cart she pulled out a magic diary and quill. This was her first year at Hogwarts! Excitement bubbled inside her as she wrote, Hi Cissy, how are you?
Hi Bella, you excited? The black ink formed new violet words that her sister Narcissa had written.
Of course! I can't wait to get to Hogwarts; I wish you were here though. You and Andie. Bellatrix wrote.
Her quill was also enchanted to not have to use ink and the ink was any color Bellatrix wanted it to be, when writing in the diary it was always black, Andromeda's was blue and Narcissa's was purple.
Only one more year over here! Andromeda answered, but four years for Cissy.
Don't worry Cissy, Bellatrix wrote, Your turn will come up soon, how about I teach you when I'm home?
Yeah!
Hey! And me! Andromeda wrote, Can't forget Andie!
"Hey!" a boy shouted, "Who are yeh? Why do yah' have a book? Is it becuz' you're stup'd? Eh?"
A boy grabbed the notebook from Bellatrix's hands and jeered, "Whut now eh? Gonna cry like a wittle baby? Eh?"
"Give it back!" Bellatrix shouted jumping up, her eyes blazed with anger as she jabbed his chest, "Or I'll jinx you!"
"Ohh, I'm so scared!" the boy laughed. He tore a page out and wadded it up, "Now whut wimp? Yeh gonna jinx meh?"
"Confundo!" Bellatrix hissed. The boy looked around his gaze blurred, the spell had worked. The spell used on the boy was to confuse him, easy spell really.
"Give me the book," she said to the boy who gave it over to her, "And scram!"
Surprised, the boy and his equally surprised friends scrambled from the cart and the door slammed behind them. When Bellatrix picked the notebook, she waved her wand, "Repairo," and fixed it. A small smile spread across her lips as she watch the torn page seal the rip and was as good as new.
"Hogwarts beware," Bellatrix whispered, "I'm coming as a princess!"