Author's note: Chapter 3! Thank you for the reviews! I hope to update more, just I have been so busy with three stories and all!
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling rocks!
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Bellatrix made her way through the hallway. Her dark robes swishing to her sides as the wind from the open windows swished in her dark hair. She reached a door slowly.
She opened it to see the young girl crying.
"Good morning." She tried her best at being cheerful. Which she failed miserably.
Hermione looked up "Its you…" she stuttered and tried to move but really couldn't she felt weak and sick.
She then put her hand up in defense, as she meant no harm. "Please, listen…I mean you no harm."
Hermione then looked mad "Then, why are you here? Why am I here!"
Bellatrix went around to the bed and said, "I'm here because I'm your mother…and you're here because like I said you're my daughter."
Hermione shook her head and mumbled something.
"What was that?" Bellatrix tried to sound nice but sounded angry.
" I said bull shit!" Hermione screamed.
Bellatrix then got close to Hermione and said "are you feeling weak?"
Hermione nodded and held her head.
"Headaches?"
Hermione nodded and then grunted "Is this some spell that kills people slowly."
Bellatrix giggled a very cold a chilling giggle and said "No, my dear…that's the spell turning you slowly back into your real form."
Hermione looked at her legs underneath the blanket and noticed them longer and thinner.
Bellatrix began again "allow me to explain."
Hermione didn't even have time to respond with her head in so much pain and her body in agony.
"Your real name is Raylin, my and Rodolphus's daughter, unfortunately our own Dark Lord-"
"Your dark lord." Hermione shot back.
Bellatrix sneered "Oh no my dear, you're his too…see I have always prided myself on saying that if I had boys, id give them to the dark lord willingly…now that I have a daughter…he already has you."
Hermione gasped "how?"
Bellatrix took out her wand grabbed Hermione's arm and pushed down on it…slowly a dark mark appeared except it was a bit different then the one she had heard about, our the one on Bellatrix's arm.
"What does this mean?" she said with a scratchy voice.
"You belong…to The Dark Lord."
Hermione started to cry, she felt like she betrayed Harry.
"Oh don't cry…I haven't finished my story." Bellatrix smiled.
Hermione tried stopping herself from crying.
"Now, where were we...oh yes…your real form…Well my dear tomorrow you'll wake up looking different but the same, the first two things to change are your skin color and your hair…which has already passed…. The next are your features…and then you return to The Dark Lord…like your cousin."
Hermione then asked "Why now?"
"I missed you…that's why."
Hermione couldn't keep enough strength to keep herself up on her elbows and fell back onto the bed.
Bellatrix then kissed Hermione's forehead, wiped away her tears and said "sleep tight, ill have the elves bring your dinner." With that she left.
Hermione started crying again, she could barley move her arms, she felt paralyzed. She felt like she betrayed Harry…she felt pain…she felt…a new feeling. She began to slowly fall asleep! She didn't feel tired, Why WAS SHE FALLING ASLEEP!
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Author's note: good or bad? R&R ♥