The next week as Bella joined Gryffindors table at the break time, exhausted after her long days of exams studying that mixed with after class detentions that was until the end of the month.

" Tea?" Harry offered to her, knowing she is exhausted and paying double efforts.

" Please!" She plead, as Fred and George proudly showed her the Hogwarts Herald , their weekly school newspaper showed her news of that well remembered day.

Under the proud stares of the Gryffindor table, Bella looked at the newspaper and felt a satisfying feeling of a well accomplished task.

Although, Harry was disappointed because the match was canceled because of her prank, but, after seeing Lucius Malfoy face.. he felt fine about it.

"Bella Bulstrode," called a 12-year-old Ravenclaw girl. Bella looked at her and smiled. "Hey there, Meredith."

"Can I make a new order of the Pearly Glow potion? It faded all my pimples!" she whispered.

"Of course! You know what to do," Bella replied.

The girl pressed the galleon secretly under Bella's plate, Bella nodded and quickly showed her quill and small leather notebook, writing down this week's orders. Her business as a beauty potioneer was growing more after her scandals. Though, she is young and not licensed, but students trusted her wit due her full marks at Potions and due her old reputation of doing essays writing business. As anyone who leak this secret potion business, would be blackmailed by informing the headmaster about the regular purchases of the written essays.

" I have all their names and how I wrote their homework! " She simply answered Ron once before.

As she focused on her tasks, her attention was caught by a large gray owl flying over the hall. She smiled and moved her plate away, making space for the owl to drop the mail.

A brown envelope with a letter inside it.

The letter said:

"

Dearest Bella,

I hope this owl finds you in good health and high spirits. As promised, I am sending you the report of this month's profits. I am pleased to inform you that the project we invested in over the summer has yielded excellent returns. I am glad that you took my advice to reinvest your money, and I am sure you will agree with me when you see your Gringotts balance.

Moreover, I would like to invite you to a Magical Botanicals Fair that will be held in Bath this spring. This fair has been gaining popularity and promises to be a truly magical experience. Visitors will have the chance to interact with wizards from across the globe and get their hands on rare potions and herbs. As a dear friend, I strongly recommend that you make time to attend this fair, even with your busy school schedule. The event will take place on a weekend, so I hope you can make it.

Best regards,

Sirius

"

Every time Bella read his letter, a flutter of excitement danced in her stomach. It had been a week since she last saw him, but his presence lingered in her thoughts.

Whether it was a shared butterbeer in Hogsmeade or catching a glimpse of him at the train station alongside Harry, those precious moments were etched deeply in her memory. The upcoming fair posed a challenge, but Bella was grateful for the funds she had acquired through her investment, thanks to Sirius. It ensured her future college expenses and provided her with the means to purchase what she needed.

Her hard work paid off.

Looking ahead, Bella made plans in the future to frequent Hogsmeade, enjoy the company of Fred and George, and embark on library adventures with Hermione. No longer would she hide away on the fifth floor, burdened with extra work for her fellow students. Hogwarts now held the promise of a life brimming with thrilling adventures and boundless possibilities.

One day, as Bella donned her luxurious black designer trench coat and white leather gloves, Ron couldn't help but ask about her newfound finery. "How on earth are you affording such lavish attire, Bella? Are you secretly rich?" he asked inquisitively. Bella, who had acquired her exquisite perfume from Harrods, had managed to convince Severus for a week that she had obtained it by collecting her parents' allowance. This niche fragrance held the power to stir envy deep within the hearts of her wealthy Slytherin roommates. She had even caught Pansy attempting to surreptitiously spritz herself with it.

...

Following lunch, Bella gathered her belongings and ventured out into the backyard. There, she discovered Harry, Ron, and Hermione near the marble fences, while Fred and George playfully hung from the columns and stone bricks like mischievous monkeys.

"How's your nose, Harry?" Bella inquired, concerned about his health after a fight that break out this morning with Draco.

"Hermione fixed it with her charms," Harry replied, his gratitude evident " How's your knuckles ?"

"Im alright ," Bella responded, looking at her red knuckles.

As they enjoyed their break in the sun-kissed courtyard, Bella couldn't help but notice the Slytherin boys' unwavering gazes. Whether it was the sway of her short skirt or the way her black silky hair gleamed in the sunlight, there were always eyes following her every move.

"Did you know that Zabini has been watching you for quite some time?" George remarked, sliding down the column to whisper in Bella's ear.

"Someone loves a tough lady" Free whistled a hot whistle.

" You literally kicked their ass today! That was a great kick to Draco!" Ron said.

"Blaise can look all he wants, but what's the point if he doesn't make a move?" Bella retorted, her voice laced with confidence."They don't even bother to return a simple greeting. Perhaps it's time to search for someone with more advanced social skills," Bella replied dismissively.

Fred, who had been hearing from above, chimed in, "She rejects half the Gryffindors and almost all the Ravenclaws! Even The-Cedric-Diggory bon bon was turned down last year when he asked her to the ball!"

Bella proudly raised an eyebrow, revealing a picture of her and Tolga Safer, Karkaroff's aide, that was affixed to the endpaper of her leather journal. "That's because I was asked by Tolga Safer! Nothing beats the Russians when it comes to dancing," she declared, her voice oozing with satisfaction. The magical photograph depicted her with her perpetually flawless haircut courtesy of Ezaya Freeman, wearing a breathtaking maroon dress adorned with deep red beads. Tolga could be seen playfully ruffling her black hair, his laughter captured in the snapshot, while Bella held a glass of butterbeer.

George let out a funny growl " Seems like Bella has a preference for the older ones," he teased.

Hermione, always the voice of reason, added, "Zabini didn't even bother to make a move, unlike some fellows here. And now that they've witnessed what a remarkable companion Bella can make , her housemates are filled with regret." Ron's face reddened, the impact of Hermione's words hitting him hard, as he realized he had made the same mistake with her.

...

On a rainy night in March, the weather turned slightly warmer, but the rain continued to pour down on the soggy grounds of Hogwarts. In the Slytherin common room, the glass windows that overlooked the depths of the black lake showcased the turbulent waters in all their full messy glory.

Bella, after a long day of brewing potions, writing three essays, and studying for her O.W.L exams, made her way to the girls' dormitories. Exhausted and with a sunken face, she barely had time to sleep. As she stood by the mirror, wearing only her undergarments, she couldn't help but notice that she had lost a bit of weight. "I want my cheeks back," she thought to herself.

After combing her black and silver locks and applying scented powder to her neck and chest, Bella heard a messing noise nearby. "Pansy, if I ever catch you meddling with my belongings again, I will hex you!" she growled. "For Merlin's sake, you're a Prefect now, show some respect for your position!"

Pansy giggled like a mouse and quickly scurried away. Bella then put on her pajamas and left the dressing room, only to find her personal items that she had kept hidden under her pillow now exposed for all the girls to see. There were photos of her with Severus, her friends, and Sirius, along with accounting papers for her investments and her open sales journal spread out on the bed.

"Professor Snape can smile? I can't even imagine," remarked Millicent Bulstrode.

"Is it true that you live with him in a smelly old house he calls a home, situated by a rotten river?" asked Pansy. "No wonder you're brewing potions for a living. I heard your parents aren't even sending you owls anymore."

Bella's rage boiled over, and she grabbed her wand, screaming, "Expelliarmus!" The force of her spell sent both girls flying back, their heads hitting the stone wall with a sickening thud. They both opened their eyes, crying out in pain. But Bella showed no mercy. With a whispered curse that went unheard, the two Slytherins began to choke and squirm, struggling for breath.

Bella reveled in every second of their agony. The sight of them helpless and weak, feeling a pain that constricted their lungs like a serpent coiled around their bodies, brought her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, a tall, brunette girl in her seventh year, wearing a Head Girl badge on her robes, rushed over. "What's going on here?" she demanded.

"Imelda Reyes, I didn't realize you were Head Girl," Bella replied coldly.

"Merlin's beard! Stop this!" Imelda hexed Bella and forcefully pushed her away. Pansy and Millicent quickly got to their feet and ran off.

"She's a monster!" Pansy shrieked.

"Bella, you need to see the Headmaster. The hexing you did is severe!" Imelda stated firmly, yet with a touch of politeness.

...

In the middle of Dumbeldore office circular , where Fawks was reborn from the ashes with both his eyes still closed and under the funny twinkling sounds of the interesting silver instruments, the whimsical noise of that beautiful large place, Bella felt relaxed, like all the sounds in her head were muted.

Imelda Reyes stood there respectfully, Pansy and Millicent puffy eyes roamed all over the place and curiously looking at the portrait, Bella was yawning and doesn't look to give any damn fuck of what's going to happen next.

" Bella,you may get expelled today so try to at least act as if you're SORRY!" Imelda whispered to her.

Bella rolled her eyes.

" Good evening, ladies" Professor Dumbeldore magnificent presencse stopped all the side talk.

He walked slowly with heavy steps towards his desk, looked at the four girls in front of him.

" First and foremost, it's important to know that what happened today is wrong. Both sides are equally at fault and it is important that we work towards resolving this matter in a peaceful and respectful manner. "

The girls nodded.

" Ms. Parkinson,"

He looked at Pansy with beaded stares

" As a prefect, you represent not just yourself, but your historical and prideful house. It is not a virtue of a prefect to provoke a student or a teacher in poverty, let alone a teacher. Professor Snape is a respected and beloved head of house teacher who has treated all Slytherin students as his own children. It is important that we maintain a level of respect and professionalism towards our teachers and fellow students."

Pansy was choking with her tears.

" Ms. Bulstrode," He looked at Millicent bushy hair, and bruised head

" I must bring to your attention that spying on your cousin's private belongings and exposing them to the public is not ethical behavior. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate it if someone exposed your dermatology reports from St. Mungos about your boils?"

She blushed and ran sobbing outside.

" Bella Bulstrode " He looked at Bella with an impressive stares,

"I am surprised regarding the spell you recently created in response to certain harassment. While I appreciate your talent and creativity, I must emphasize that resorting to revenge should never be a means of dealing with such situations. "

" You created a spell! " Pansy eyes went wide, and Imelda even wider.

" I am so sorry, Professor" She looked at her wand with guilt. " You can take my wand if that will do"

" It is evident that being associated with someone as talented as Professor Snape has influenced your own abilities. However, it is important to maintain control and not let things spiral out of hand." He advised, " Yes, I would take your wand for a month and you'll only have it at Charms and configuration classes and visit me later to tell me more about the spell you created "

Bella nodded.

" I would like to announce some changes now " Dumbeldore looked at Pansy.

"As a result of your mistake, going against the most important rule as a prefect,Miss Parkinson. You are no longer a Prefect for Slytherin House. However, I am delighted to nominate Miss Bella Bulstrode as the new Prefect for her apology and willingness to give up her wand demonstrate the kind of responsibility and leadership skills that make her an ideal candidate for this role."

Pansy collapsed in her place, crying and begging Dumbeldore to stop this descion. Imelda and Bella looked at each others in disbelief.

" Professor, I don't think this position fit me! " Bella said

" What about her being punished for secretly brewing a potions and sell them inside school unlicensed!" Pansy defended herself.

" Secretly-Parkinson! It shouldn't meant to be exposed and we do not condone that the use of slander as a form to apply the rules" Said Professor Snape who rushed inside the office with a dramatic entrance.

For the first time in ages, Bella felt a victory and triumph running all over her veins against her house. She can't wait until tomorrow to declare the great winning as a Prefect and the look on Draco's face.

Severus, Bella and Imelda Reyes went out of Dumbeldore's office, right after Pansy's tragic crying and sobbing.

" Bella, you will sleep at Miss Reyes Head Girl chambers tonight, until the tension between you and your house mates eases " Severus said without looking at her.

" I am pleased to have you as a guest " Imelda said to Bella with a smile.

" Good night" Severus disappeared into the dark long corridors.