Bella's pov
I'm fed up; already I'm annoyed with this girl. How many people belong to her fan club? Too many people in my opinion, and yes she actually does have a fan club. What's so special about this Potter girl? Slytherin girls are more mature, loyal and less likely to stab you in the back but everyone think this girl is so important well she isn't. Does she have some sort of love potion she's given to everyone or something? Probably not judging by what I've heard about her potions skills or lack of rather. Though apparently she's handy with a wand so maybe she charmed them then again no one can charm Tom Marvolo Riddle. He's immune to most charms, unless there light but love spells are actually classed as dark rather than light magic!
She's so confusing, it's infuriating. No one seems to want to go near me, so I can't dig information out that way. Why can't she just be like any normal girl? I can't even locate her so I can't worm things out from her personally. It's almost like she's the witch version of Hudini, only she's escaping location.
"Hey, your Bellatrix Black isn't you?" It was some boy, he looked similar to Tom. Weird, maybe there related he is talking to me. Most people here seem to avoid me like the plague even the Slytherin. He seemed timid, shy almost. In that he was the opposite of Tom almost, but in looks they looked like they could be twins. Only this boy seemed a little on the round side, while Tom wasn't. His face was slightly pudgy with childhood innocence and Tom, let's face it, he's never been innocent.
"Yes and you are?" I asked coldly, I winced slightly. That was a bit harsh seeing as I've never met him and all that jazz. Admittedly I'm a Black, but I'm not heartless. If I was heartless then Tom would hate me, being heartless isn't all its assumed to be.
His eyes were filled with caution. "Neville Longbottom."
What had I done in the future to make him act like this? He's unnerved but why? Surely my future self hasn't been that evil, heartless, whatever to him. He's just a boy, not a piece of meat. He's a child like me, why would I ever hurt a child? Well his surnames Longbottom so maybe something to do with his father seeing how self-righteous that family are. They're also loyal, something no one should take for granted. "A Longbottom." I smiled. "You come from a very noble and loyal line, you should be proud."
His composure became even more edgy. Yes, I must have done something to his family. "Like you actually think that Lestrange." Lestrange?
"Lestrange? Don't tell me I actually married that buffoon?" I sneered.
"Well you did, maybe you planned to murder him for his money." He glared, trying to be confident and 'brave' but I could see through his act. Inside he was unnerved.
"Why do you think so little of me?" I asked, shocked at his anger.
"You tortured my parents to insanity." He spat. "Like you could deny doing that Black or whoever you are!" He glared at me.
I edged back from the angry teenager. "Excuse me, but I'm training to be a healer to help people like my mother. She's insane because of the Black interbreeding. IT's stupid, in case you didn't know I'm not against mudbloods I just think they should know our costumes before invading our society. It's wrong. They should learn it is only right. If you go into Italy you try to speak Italian don't you not? Mudbloods don't even try." I hissed but what got him were the words healer.
"Healer?" He blinked.
"Yes, that's what I want to be. Why would I want to be anything else?" I asked. "Despite what you've been lead to believe about me I love plants and animals but I hate the arrogance of the human race who assumes that they're better than everyone else. I hate people who think that they can step on an ant and claim it deserved death because it was existed." I glared. "How can people live with themselves and know they're being hypocritical all their lives?"
"You can't fool me; you killed my parents." He hissed.
"No I didn't but my future self might judging by how your acting. It hasn't happened to me yet." I glared back. "I want to heal people on the battlefield Neville, not kill people and certainly not drive them to be insane. Why would I?"
"Stop lying through your teeth!" He spat.
"Like anyone would lie to someone they don't actually know. What's to gain from it? No ones innocent, no one because can you say that you've never taken a life?"I glared.
"What?" He blinked.
"Can you say you've never taken a life?" I repeated.
"Yes, no child is a murderer not at this age. Well unless you count Heather…." He trailed off, now he had my complete attention. That's the name of the Potter girl. She's killed? Yet she's got a fan club? Ok this is damn right weird. She's a Gryffindor isn't she? What sort of Gryffindor kills people, especially a child? Admittedly Tom had but that was always an accident, and anger that consumed him but she's a Gryffindor not a Slytherin. A Potter would never stoop so low to take a life, so why should she?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What do you?" He countered.
I sighed. "How about an answer for an answer?"
"Fine." He nodded. "That sounds reasonable."
"What I meant was have you killed an ant?" He nodded. "Then you're not innocent. No one is ever innocent Longbottom. There are circumstances that excuse killing; there are reasons that change things. There are more than just the houses you belong, or the colours that you were. Time transforms everything but no matter who you are you can still choose to save a life. If I have the ability I would help everyone no matter what race or colour or creed they were, it's about equality. There are some things worth fighting for." I breathed. "Now what do you mean?" I asked.
"Well I'm surprised you hadn't already heard why she's famous. As a baby the dark lord tried to kill her, he was going to finish the family off. She survived the Avada Kadavra curse and it rebounded and killed him." The dark lord? Could that be Tom's future? "In first year she killed our defence teacher because he was had the dark lord at the back of his head trying to kill her. He was after the stone you see, the Stone could grant immortality and a way to get his body back. In second year Ginny Weasley was possessed by a diary version of Tom Riddle, he set the basilisk on the school. She combatted him and killed the serpent, and risked her own life. She was dying from the venom but Fawkes saved her."
"Is Tom the dark lord?" I asked him intent in knowing.
"Yes…" He breathed. Then why did she let Tom and I stay? Why? "So anyway then she stabbed a fang into the diary killing Tom Riddle and saving Ginny. In 3erd year a criminal escaped and tried to kill her. She had bad reactions from Dememtors and managed to succeed in repelling the dememtors, over a hundred in number. Last year she was entered against her will into the tri-wizard competition, she won but was transported to a graveyard where some say she witnessed the dark lord's return or others say she killed Digory and used it as an excuse."
"What do you believe?" I asked.
"I believe he did return, but that's why she said yes."
"Pardon?" I blinked.
He chuckled. "The ministry is against her so she had no choice in saying yes to Tom and you. She did it for us, for us Gryffindors so we wouldn't be a target for them." He murmured. "She's selfless and powerful Black, I wouldn't mess with her. I can tell you don't like her."
"Did she really master the patronus charm?" I asked, that was some pure light magic. Not even Tom could cast that charm. To cast that your soul had to be pure, but how did she remain so pure with all she'd been through? If she could survive all that she had to have something Slytherin about her or she'd have died and that's not including the killing curse she survived as a baby.
He nodded. "I've seen it, her charm is corporal. It's a panther, suits her well actually." Panthers are borderline dark when it comes to animagus forms. Does it say something about her personality? Is she naturally dark? Then how did she cast the charm in the first place? This girl is intriguing, Tom was right as always. Now I want to know more about her.
"How?" I gaped. This was incredible.
"Ask her, she is coming this way." What? I blinked. Whirling around I saw he was telling the truth, behind me was Heather Potter.
"Hey Nev!" She grinned towards the shy boy. "Wait is this who….?" She saw me and seemed to back off; well at least she knew who her better was! Score one to Bella, nil to Heather!
Heather's pov
I can't believe Nev actually has the guts to be talking to her after what she did to his parents. Neville is really brave, wish I was as brave as Neville. I wish I were dead because I'm too afraid of pain, too afraid to even face my fear. Yet here was Neville facing his… Why I'm in Gryffindor I don't know, admittedly the hat tried to put me in Slytherin but Hufflepuff suits me the most. Then again when I came to Hogwarts I wasn't loyal to anyone…
"Yes….Only…." He trailed off. Oh…I understand. Bellatrix Black isn't anything like the Lestrange in the future who destroyed his parent's minds. So she had changed, like Tom had in the Chamber. Tom was nothing like lord Voldermort, seems like Bellatrix Black is nothing like Bellatrix Lestrange. Strange…. I wonder what changed them so much.
"….Only Bellatrix Black is nothing like Bellatrix Lestrange…" I murmured.
He blinked. "You can tell so easily?" He grimaced.
"Yes…but not because you're displaying your emotions like Ronald Weasley but because I understand these feelings…" I smiled. "Not that I'm feeling the same feelings now Neville, but because I've felt similar feelings in the past Nev." I murmured softly. "Anyway Ron still hates me like an insensitive idiot right now which is why I'm alone right now so sorry for bothering you two. Seems like I'm interrupting something right now so I'll just leave before I begin to interfere." I smiled softly.
"IT's fine honestly Heather, you don't have to leave." Neville returned my smile. "You're not interrupting anything, and Ron is being a total git towards you right now. You didn't have a choice in this so he shouldn't' be bothering you, our house stands behind you Heather, not behind Ron." My heart welled with happiness; at least some people didn't hate me. Anyway bet Bellatrix does, and Ron definitely does right now. He did just try to cast bombarda at me, unfortunately it didn't work… wish it had.
"No I'll go." I smile weakly. "Ron's fuming right now, don't want him to attack you too Nev." Neville's eyes narrowed.
"What did he do?"
"Just tried to cast a spell on me, which failed so anyway I'll go." I smiled.
"You know Ginny doesn't hate you right?" He asked.
"Yeah, but her brother is overprotective right now." I grimaced remembering Ron's face right now. "She's also fancies Tom Marvolo Riddle again despite the whole episode in the Chamber." I snickered slightly.
Neville groaned. "Hasn't she had enough boyfriends on the go already?"
"Not in her opinion." I smirked. "Anyway see you Nev."
"Wait did you really survive the killing curse?" Bellatrix blurted out, I blinked. Seems like she's just found out about it, seems like I overestimated them this time. I'd thought they'd already know, and wouldn't have to ask me personally to confirm the story with me. Well I suppose despite the fact I'd wanted it to remain secret it failed so I might as well tell the truth.
"Yes, I guess I did." I murmured, watching her carefully.
"How?" She asked.
"Not a clue, doubt even Death himself knows." I snickered.
AN: Sorry I struggled with Heathers pov, so this chapter may not be that good. I hope Bella's pov was ok though…