May 12th 1963
It was Bellatrix twelfth birthday, she had received many gifts from her family, from their friends and boys who hoping that in later life she'd pick them for marriage, but the only gift she cared about was the one from Tom.
A book filled with Dark magic, that neither of parents would let her learn until she was sixteen, both would flip if they knew Tom had given her the book, but Bellatrix didn't care, if Tom felt she was ready to learn the Dark arts now, then she was ready.
Bellatrix carried the book with all day in her bag, she even placed the book along with Toms short note, under her pillow that night.
Bellatrix couldn't put the book down, it was as if she held the book long enough everything would become better, her dwindling relationship with her parents, her sister would be as strong as her, Dumbledore and his supporters would bow down to Tom.
It was stupid, Bellatrix knew that, but that was how she felt when the book was near her, and she wanted to feel like that forever, If a book could make her feel that, what would actually performing the spells be like Bellatrix wondered, little did she know she'd be trying one the spells, in less than a week.
Bellatrix didn't know it, but that book filled with Dark Magic was the beginning to a path of Darkness for her and others around her or maybe somewhere subconsciously she did know, but just didn't care.
Thank you to BellaAnastasiaPotter, Delenda est c, Hermione Is My Role Model and TheDarkMistressBellatrix for reviewing :-)