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Seven

Summary:

Bellatrix Black is starting her first year of hogwarts, she is perfect, always. Toujours pur. Her best friend is the girl she will never admit to being in love with.

Mainly a quillkiller fic, notes of tedromeda and nobleflower, mainly Bella's pov, sometimes others.

If ATYD was a quillkiller fic

Notes:

none for this chapter!

Chapter 1: 1962- Diagon Alley

Chapter Text

Bellatrix Black was the eldest, the golden child, and soon she would start her first year.

August 23rd, 1962,

Bellatrix was woken by the house elf, Kreature. Today she and her family would go to Diagon Alley to get her supplies for school. "Would Miss Black like kreature to fix her hair?" the house elf said after Bellatrix had dressed. "No. you are dismissed." She said, her hair had always been a problem, it was wild and curly and merlin-forbid a member of the most noble and ancient house of Black have any flaws. Bellatrix wore her black dress. She finger-combed her hair because brushes just made it frizzy, she slicked it back as best she could with pins and ties. She braided it down the side and went downstairs to breakfast.

Her father, Cygnus, was at the head of the table reading the daily prophet, while her mother, Druella, sat on his right. Narcissa was already downstairs next to their mother, Bellatrix was right on time, and Andromeda was late as always. Bellatrix sat on her father's left and breakfast appeared on the table. Cygnus put down his paper and looked at Bellatrix.

"Andromeda is late." He said. As if on cue, a loud bang was heard from upstairs, followed by footsteps. Andromeda half-ran into the dining room.

"THAT IS NOT HOW A BLACK BEHAVES!" Druella shrieked, firing a stinging curse and Andromeda. She fell and yelped.

"I'm sorry mother!" She whimpered,

"Get up. Stand straight, sit down." Cygnus hissed, Andromeda nodded weakly and sat next to Bellatrix, there were tears in her eyes.

"Bellatrix," Cygnus turned to her, "Today you and your mother will go to Diagon Alley-"

"Can I come?" Andromeda interrupted, Bellatrix winced knowing what would happen.

"INSOLENCE! YOU WAIT TO BE SPOKEN TO TO SPEAK!" Druella screamed and fired a curse at Andromeda. Bellatrix wanted to turn and comfort Andromeda, but she knew better, instead, she glared at her.

Cygnus cleared his throat, "You will go to Diagon Alley with your mother, Narcissa will accompany you, Andromeda will stay here and learn a lesson in respect." Bellatrix swallowed, her mother was insane, loud, manic, and not at all loving, but her father was worse, he was just more composed.

She felt bad for her sister, she had experienced Druella's wrath and curses a few times, but she did her best to stay out of her father's line of fire, she had seen Andromeda punished once by him, and she never intended for that to happen to her. Andromeda was often in trouble with their parents, she never held her tongue and didn't listen. Narcissa was their mother's favorite, but their father ignored her most of the time. Bellatrix was her father's favorite, and her mother liked her fine. She did what she was supposed to, always said the right thing, and never spoke out of turn. She was the perfect Black, but that was never good enough for her mother. Before Andromeda was old enough to misbehave, Bellatrix had been her mother's punching bag.

The family finished breakfast in relative silence, then Cygnus dismissed them from the table, except Andromeda.

"Cloaks on, we will apparate to Diagon Alley in a moment." Druella said.

Bellatrix put her cloak on before helping little Narcissa with her's.

"Hold my arm." Her mother commanded.

Each girl held on to their mother's arm and they apparated.

Diagon Alley was busy as ever, witches with children roamed the streets shopping for school supplies. The air smelled of sweets and the noise of the crowd was punctuated by the occasional child laughing.

Druella made a face, "More mudbloods each year I swear." she muttered under her breath. She looked at the list of supplies for Hogwarts. "Right, I'll go fetch your books and supplies, you take Narcissa and get your wand and robes, then meet me back here in exactly 1 hour." Druella handed Bellatrix a good-sized sack of galleons and sickles before whisking away towards flourish and blotts.

It was rare her mother ever left Narcissa in Bellatrix's care, and Bellatrix cherished every moment of it.

"Shall we start at Ollivanders' Cissy?" Bellatrix asked, Narcissa nodded and they took off.

Ollivanders' was dark and smelled of wood and dust. They walked in the door and an old wizard stood behind the counter, no one else was in the shop. Ollivander smiled and approached the girls.

"A Black I presume?" He said smiling,

"Yes sir." Bellatrix replied, "Bellatrix."

"I can always tell," He said as he walked over to shelves of wands. Bellatrix felt pride when he said this, she tried her hardest to uphold all the virtues of a good pureblood.

"Right, let's find you a wand." As he said that, a measuring tape levitated to Bellatrix and began taking her measurements while Ollivander rummaged around the shelves. When her measurements were finished Ollivander handed her a wand.

"Try this one." She waved the wand and immediately Ollivander snatched it from her. Just as quickly, he handed her a new one, she waved it, and sparks shot out of the tip. "nope." He said, replacing the wand with a new one, it was dark brown, almost black, and curved. She waved it and Ollivander sighed. "That's the one! Dragon Heartstring core, Walnut wood, 12 3/4 inches, unyielding! A very ambitious wand for an ambitious witch." Bellatrix almost smiles.

"Bella," Narcissa asked timidly, "Cissy," Bellatrix looked at Narcissa. "Can I hold your wand please?" She asked. "Sure, hold it for me while I pay." Bellatrix handed the wand to Narcissa with little apprehension, she would trust Narcissa with her life.

"How much?" Bellatrix asked at the counter as she opened her sack. "7 galleons." She handed Ollivander the money.

"Wand," She said extending her hand to Narcissa who handed back her wand.

They left and started towards Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions.

It was much busier in here, she saw a few older witches already being fitted for their school robes. Madam Malkin walked up to Bellatrix. "Hello dear, what can I do for you?" She asked, "I need robes for school Madame." Bellatrix replied. "Of course, and what is your name?" Bellatrix frowned, she wasn't well-known, but people could usually tell she was a Black, and when they didn't, it rubbed her the wrong way.

"Bellatrix, Black." She said straightening slightly. "Alright, well let's have a look shall we?" She said, not even acknowledging the name. Bellatrix shook it off, she was probably just busy and overwhelmed, no need to be upset. Madam Malkin directed Bellatrix to stand in front of a mirror and began measuring her. She picked out a few robes and began to tailor them for Bellatrix. When she was finished it was 10 minutes until she had to meet her mother.

"How much?" Bellatrix asked, "30 Galleons," Bellatrix handed her the money and left at a brisk walk with Narcissa in tow, she didn't want to be late and risk her mother's anger.

They arrived at the agreed meeting place before Druella and stood waiting for her. She arrived not long after precisely at one hour. Bellatrix hoped dearly that she and Narcissa didn't look frazzled. Her mother carried a cage with a barn owl, the owl was beautiful, it had tan wing feathers but a white face and body. It looked graceful and had a menacing gaze. Bellatrix fought to contain herself as her mother approached.

"Did you get everything?" Druella asked looking the girls over.

"Yes, Mother." Bellatrix said,

"Show me your wand." She commanded, Bellatrix handed her mother the wand. Druella inspected it for a few moments before handing it back, seemingly satisfied. "Let us go." The girls grabbed her arm and they apparated back to their manor.

Chapter 2: First year, 1962- Rita Skeeter

Summary:

TIme skip to August 31st and Bellatrix is leaving for her first year at hogwarts

Chapter Text

August 31st, 1962,

Bellatrix woke up at 5:00 am to get ready. Being the dutiful daughter she is, she had packed the night before and was prepared.

At 6:00 she was ready, she wore a black dress and her school robes. Her hair was done in a long curly braid over her shoulder.

She walked downstairs at 6:30 for breakfast and Narcissa met her on the stairwell.

"Hi Bella," Narcissa said hugging her sister, "I'm going to miss you."

No one in the family hugged, or showed any physical affection, unfortunately for Bellatrix, touch happened to be her love language.

"I'll miss you as well Cissy, don't worry, I'll be back before you know, just be good alright?" Bellatrix replied holding back tears. She didn't like leaving her sisters in the care of her parents. Normally, Bellatrix would stop them from doing foolish things, but when she was away, there was no telling what trouble Andromeda might cause, and Merlin forbid, drag Narcissa into it.

The sisters broke apart and walked down the stairs to meet their parents at the dining table, fortunately, Andromeda was already there.

Cygnus cleared his throat and addressed the table.

"Today, the next Black generation at Hogwarts begins. Bellatrix, I trust you will hold our family name to a great standard, you are expected to bring pride to the most noble and ancient house of Black. Today, we will all accompany you to platform 9 and 3/4." Cygnus said. No pressure or anything Bellatrix thought.

"Yes father." Bellatrix replied

Breakfast appeared on the table and they ate in silence.

At 8:00 am they were dismissed from the table and told to meet back at the door at 9:00 to leave for the station.

****

Bellatrix came downstairs with her sisters to leave at 8:50.

"Bellatrix, you will apparate with me while your mother takes Narcissa and Andromeda." Cygnus said as he held out his arm for Bellatrix to take hold of. Druella looked like she was repulsed when Andromeda held onto her. Then they apparated.

Platform 9 and 3/4 was crowded with wizards, witches and their children, Bellatrix's parents looked around in mild disgust at all the affection. Bellatrix took stock of her surroundings. She was well acquainted with all the pureblood children her age, except the girl in front of her, she was pureblood, there was no mistake, both her parents were magical and they all carried themselves with the grace of a pureblood. She had shoulder-length blonde curly hair, her back was facing Bellatrix while her parents stood in front of her. She wore a green robe and black ankle boots.

Her mother turned to face her, "Pay attention Bellatrix." she scolded,

"sorry mother," Bellatrix said, her mother sniffed,

"Remember, Toujours pure." Her father said

"Toujours pure." Bellatrix repeated the sentence that had been drilled into her whole life.

"Say goodbye to your sister, you won't see her again until Christmas." Druella said,

"Goodbye Bellatrix," Narcissa said,

Andromeda ran up and hugged her tight, "I'll miss you so so much Bella." she cried, oh no, Bellatrix thought, when they got home, Andromeda would be punished severely. Bellatrix pushed Andromeda off, "You are a Black, act like it." She said trying her best to keep her voice from breaking. Druella grabbed Andromeda's arm in an Iron grip.

"goodbye mother," Bellatrix said before her mother dissaparated back home with Andromeda.

"Goodbye father," She said turning to him, "I'll make you proud."

"I believe it Bellatrix." he sort of smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. Bellatrix felt so special in this moment, she wanted it to last forever, but her father broke away. "Go on now," He said,

Bellatrix nodded, stood straight and walked onto the train, when she turned around to see her father and sister, they had already gone.

Bellatrix walked the hallway of the train in search of a compartment. Finally, she found an empty one, she put her bag in the overhead compartments and set her owl down next to her.

Not long after, the door opened, it was the blonde girl she had seen at the station.

She sat across from Bellatrix. When it was clear Bellatrix didn't intend to speak the blonde girl broke the silence, "I'm Rita, Rita Skeeter," "You must be Bellatrix Black," She said,

"Yes," Bellatrix racked her brain trying to figure out where the name Skeeter was from, it wasn't sacred 28. "How did you know?"

"The hair, the eyes, the skin, the straight rigid posture when you have cushions right behind you. It all screams Black, and the only Black heir old enough for Hogwarts is currently Bellatrix Black." She said,

"Skeeter, I don't believe I've heard that name." Bellatrix said,

"Maybe not, I'm not sacred 28, but I am pureblood. Too many blood traitors in my family to qualify, but my parents are as pure as they get." Rita wore green cat-eye glasses that matched the color of her robe, she had green eyes and fair skin. She really was quite pretty, and she seemed smart enough. Maybe Bellatrix would grow to be friends with her, as long as she was Slytherin.

"It's nice to meet you Rita," Bellatrix said,

"So Bellatrix, what's your owl's name?" Rita inquiredd,

"Her name?" Bellatrix asked,

"You know, the word you call her," Rita answered cheekily

"I know what a name is, thank you." Bellatrix replied icily, "She doesn't have one,"

"Well she should, I'll name her if you don't."

"I'm not naming her." Bellatrix said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, she looks like a... Jupiter, What do you think?"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, the owl chirped,

"I think she likes it, Jupiter it is!" Rita said,

"I'm not naming the owl." Bellatrix replied,

"Yes, YOU didn't, I did." Rita said with a grin,

Bellatrix smiled slightly, for some reason, she liked Rita.

"Well we should change into our school robes." Rita commented.

When they changed into their robes, the train was stopping and it was time for them to leave.

Chapter 3: First year, 1962- The Sorting

Summary:

What the title said

Chapter Text

August 31st 1962

When The girls got off the train, they were greeted by a large man whose name was Hagrid.

"First years! Follow me!" He carried a lantern and started walking to the black lake.

Bellatrix got in a boat with Rita and some other first years, at the last second before the boats left, Eliza Zabini and Alecto Carrow joined them.

"Bellatrix, good to see you." Eliza said,

"And you as well Eliza." Bellatrix replied

The girls spent the rest of the ride talking. Finally, the boats docked and they all got out. A witch stood in the doorway, she put her wand to her throat and amplified her voice.

"Welcome first years!" She said in a thick Scottish accent,

' I am Professor Mcgonagall, please follow me." She led them all inside. They entered a room with a black carpet and some couches.

"In just a moment we will begin this year's sorting, so please arrange yourselves in alphabetical order." The kids followed this instruction and began to line up. Bellatrix was near the front naturally, Meg Avery stood in front of her, and some halfblood was behind her. Bellatrix scooted forward to put as much distance between her and the halfblood.

After a few minutes Mcgonagall led them all into the dining hall. Candles floated in mid-air and the roof showed the night sky. The 4 house tables were completely full. The headmaster sat in the middle of the faculty table and motioned for Mcgonagall to start the sorting. She began calling names. Bellatrix was 5th in line.

"Illiana Abbot" she called, Illiana stepped up and sat on the chair, the old hat was placed on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" it called, and Illiana went to the cheering Hufflepuffs.

After a few more people, Bellatrix was called,

"Bellatrix Black." McGonagall called, Bellatrix stood straight and advanced to the hat. McGonagall had hardly placed the hat on Bellatrix when it called out,

"SLYTHERIN!" There was cheering from the Slytherin table, she got up and sat next to Meg Avery.

Bellatrix watches the sorting carefully. Lucius Malfoy and Rabastian Lestrange were sorted into Slytherin, and so were Eliza, and Alecto. The last three to be sorted was Rita

Rita advanced to the hat, to Bellatrix's surprise Rita was sorted into Slytherin immediately,

Rita came and sat down again next to Bellatrix, they were so close their arms were touching. Dumbledore rose and made his speech, when he finished dinner appeared on the table. The Slytherins ate and chatted about their summers. Rudolphus Lestrange came up to congratulate his brother Rabastian for being sorted into Slytherin. Rudolphus was in 3rd year, but he had known Bellatrix her whole life, most of the sacred 28s knew each other well, except the Weasleys, speaking of which, Bellatrix saw Arthur Weasley at the Gryffindor table staring at Molly Prewett who sat a few rows away.

Bellatrix wasn't the only one who noticed, Rita nudged her,

"Look, Weasley is staring at Prewett. As if someone of her status would ever settle for a Weasley." Rita said,

"I know right, the Weasleys are such blood traitors, I can't wait till they are removed from the sacred 28." Bellatrix said

"Frankly, I think I'm better suited for Sacred 28 than him." Rita said,

"Definitely." Bellatrix replied.

When dinner was over, the perfects began rounding up the students. Grace Flint was the Slytherin perfect.

"First years! Follow me!" She led them to the Slytherin common room in the dungeons.

"The password is 'Sacred.' Don't forget it."

Bellatrix would have no problem remembering that, she wouldn't be surprised if her mother had convinced Dumbledore to make that the password just so she never forgot. The common room was chilly and dark. The walls and floor were stone, and green velvet furniture decorated the room. Two sets of stairs went up the dorms.

"Girls to the right, boys to the left." Grace said handing each student a piece of parchment with their dorm on it.

She handed Bellatrix the paper, it read 'top floor.'

Bellatrix climbed the stairs until there were none left, she opened the only door on the floor. The dorm was at the top of the tower, it had a view of the Black Lake and a balcony. It had 4 beds, all identical in the iron frames, black curtains, and green sheets. There was a small bookshelf on one side of the room, and behind each bed was a nightstand and desk.

Bellatrix looked around the room and put her stuff down on the bed closest to the balcony. As she unpacked 3 girls entered the room. It was Eliza, Alecto, and Rita.

"Ohh we are all rooming together!" Eliza said. She set her stuff down on the bed to the left of Bellatrix. Rita went to the bed on Bellatrix's right, while Alecto chose the one across from Bellatrix

The other girls immediately began putting up their things. An hour later, the dorm was decorated and all the girls were ready for bed.

"Goodnight!" Rita called from her bed.

"Goodnight." Everyone answered.

Soon the only sound in the dorm was the snoring of all the girls.

Chapter 4: First year, 1962- I think some things I'd never say

Chapter Text

September 1st, 1962,

Bellatrix woke first, she always woke at 6 am sharp, she was trained to. She pulled back her curtains to discover no one else was awake. She got up and went to the bathroom. She began taming her curls into a braid and left. She milled around the room as she dressed in her uniform and robes.

Bellatrix went down to breakfast early and alone, there was no one in the dining hall yet but there was food on the tables. She sat at the end of the Slytherin table and ate. She sat there for about an hour before anyone else came down.

At 8 everyone was at breakfast and Professor Mcgonagall was handing out schedules. Rita sat next to Bellatrix while Eliza, and Alecto sat across.

Bellatrix had already finished eating when Mcgonagall got to them and gave them their schedules.

Monday- 9 am-10:45 Transfiguration, 11 am-12:20 Charms 12:30 Lunch, 2:00-3 Herbology with the Ravenclaws
Tuesday- 9 am-10:45 Potions with the Gryffindors, 11 am-12:20 Defense against the dark arts, 12:30 Lunch, 2:00-3 History of Magic, 3:30-4:30 flying
Wednesday- 9 am-10:45 Transfiguration, 11 am-12:20 Charms 12:30 Lunch, 2:00-3 Herbology with the Ravenclaws, 8 pm-9 pm Astonomy
Thursday- 9 am-10:45 Potions with the Gryffindors, 11 am-12:20 Defense against the dark arts, 12:30 Lunch, 2:00-3 History of Magic, 3:30-4:30 flying
Friday- 8 am-9 Transfiguration, 9:30 am-10:30 Charms 11-12 Potions with the Gryffindors, 12:10-1:00 Lunch, 1:30-2:30 Herbology with the Ravenclaws, 3:00-4:00 Defense against the dark arts, 4:30-5:30 History of Magic

The other Slytherin first years all got the same schedule,

"Ughhh" Rita groaned,

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"Fridays are supposed to be a good day, but we have like a million classes." Rita complained, Bellatrix shrugged,

"It's not too bad."

"It's the end of the world." Rita put her head on the table dramatically, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and smiled slightly.

****

First class was Transfiguration with Mcgonagall, the five girls all walked together and arrived five minutes early, Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen, instead, a tabby cat sat on her desk. Bellatrix paused and stared at the cat for a moment before continuing to her seat. The girls sat at the front of the class, Rita next to her on the right and Eliza and Alecto behind them.

Class started and right when Bellatrix was certain Mcgonagall would be late, the cat transformed into the stern teacher.

"Good morning class," everyone but Bellatrix marveled in awe, 'so what' Bellatrix thought, the Professor is an animagus, who cares,

"Today we are just covering the basics..." Mcgonagall rattled on explaining her rules and policies for 30 minutes, then she began to ask questions, all of which Bellatrix knew the answer to. After she had answered what seemed like 100 questions Mcgonagall turned to her and said "Why don't we give other students the chance to answer."

Bellatrix fumed at this, no one had ever told her to give others a chance, plus it's not like anyone else was eager to answer, no one even raised their hand. She wanted to tell Mcgonagall to shove it, but she held her tongue and smiled,

"Of course Professor." she said in a sickly sweet voice.

The rest of the lesson went fairly quickly and Mcgonogall said they would begin practicing basic transfiguration next class.

As Bellatrix was about to leave Mcgonagall stopped her and asked her to hang back, she grit her teeth and walked over to the Professor, a fake smile plastered on her face,

"Ms. Black, sit please." Bellatrix sat, straight-backed as always, and stared into Mcgonagalls eyes.

"Tea?" She asked,

"No thank you," Bellatrix replied, she wanted this meeting to be over with,

"Have you made friends with your doormates?" Mcgonagall questioned politely, internally Bellatrix rolled her eyes, who cares?

"Yes, well Eliza, Alecto and I have all known each other our whole lives. Rita is a new face, but I enjoy her company." Bellatrix said, hoping that's what Mcgonagall wished to hear. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it also wasn't the truth.

"Good, I'm glad." Mcgonagall said with a smile, Bellatrix was relieved, she had said the right thing.

"Why did you ask me to stay Professor?" Bellatrix gently inquired,

"You seem very keen on transfiguration," She said

"I'm keen on everything Professor, I'm a Black, of course, it's in our PUREblood." Bellatrix said in a sweet voice, slightly emphasizing the pure in pureblood. Mcgonagall laughed,

"I suppose that's true, anyhow, I'll let you get to your next class, though do me a favor?"

"Anything," Bellatrix said, eager to leave.

"Be social, it's first year, and you'll have plenty of time to do work in your next years." Bellatrix was again surprised by this, no one ever told her to be social, unless sucking up to other pureblood families counted, and no one had ever told her there was time to work later.

"Yes, Professor." Bellatrix said after a moment,

"Good, I'll hold you to that Ms. Black, you are excused."

Bellatrix left to find Rita waiting outside,

"Why did you wait," Bellatrix asked, Rita shrugged,

"We're friends, it's what they do." Rita replied as they walked to Charms. Bellatrix paused and looked at Rita,

"Don't worry Bella, you don't have to say it back yet." Rita laughed,

'Don't call me Bella." Bellatrix replied, no one called her Bella, nicknames were a sign of weakness.

"Why?" Rita asked,

"Just don't." Bellatrix replied and kept walking,

"How about... Trix!" Rita said,

"No, no nicknames."

"You'll come around." Rita said decidedly.

They arrived at Charms right on time, thankfully Eliza and Alecto had saved them seats in the front.

****

After Charms the girls went down to lunch.

"How are you so bloody good at that?" Eliza asked. They had been trying levitation charms, while the rest of the class couldn't lift their feathers, Bellatrix had already moved on to heavier objects.

"In my blood I guess." Bellatrix shrugged

"Right, your pure, untouched, perfect blood," Rabastian said scooting in beside them, he was accompanied by Lucius Malfoy.

"Lestrange," Bellatrix muttered an acknowledgment and returned to eating. The other Slytherins were chatting away, but Rita sat quietly glaring at Rabastian. Bellatrix noticed and decided to ask after lunch.

Rita and Bellatrix lingered behind their classmates and walked to Herbology together,

"What was that about?" Bellatrix asked,

"What?"

"You were staring crucios into Rabastian, why?"

"you didn't notice?" She asked

"What?"

" he was staring at you, practically salivating, it was disgusting." She said, Bellatrix shrugged,

"Wizards," she said casually,

The girls walked to Herbology in the greenhouse. Rita and Bellatrix were partnered and worked on potting flowers that sang a really pretty melody. It was calming, Bellatrix and Rita talked casually.

"What's your favorite color?" Rita asked out of the blue

"Black," Bellatrix answered,

"Figures." Rita smirked, and Bellatrix smiled as well

They traded questions for a while, every answer Rita gave Bellatrix mentally noted. As she knew more about her, she enjoyed the blonde girl more.

Rita's favorite flowers were Orchids, specifically yellow ones, which was her favorite color, she liked writing and wanted to be a journalist, and her favorite flavor was mint. She had no siblings and no pets. She hated sour things and loved drama. Bellatrix also realized that Rita was very persuasive, usually when people talked a lot it was just stupid rambling, but Rita was careful with her words though to anyone else it might seem like she didn't think before speaking. She was smart and cunning, on their first day she had already picked up a few rumors.

****
Herbology was over, and the girls headed back to the common room since each teacher had assigned homework, thankfully, it was easy enough and the girls had it all done before 4, so they went outside.

It was a nice day, there was a slight fall breeze and many students were outside. The 4 girls went to sit by a tree near the black lake. All of them talked, they were all working to get to know each other better. Bellatrix was a little unsettled, she had never been open with anyone, or had anyone ask her to, or have anyone be open with her, but here she was. It wasn't uncomfortable when it was just Rita and her, and she didn't talk as much, but she did listen.

They sat and talked until Bellatrix thought there was nothing they could ask they didn't know, even Bellatrix had shared a lot of herself. Looking back these were small things, likes and dislikes, dreams, and other small details, but to Bellatrix, they mattered, and to have people ask about her preferences it meant a lot. While this was hard for her, there was much more she had yet to share.

Chapter 5: First year, 1962- Long story short

Summary:

ITS BELLA'S BIRTHDAY SOON, also yall, I'm skipping over september bcs I think we all know how Hogwarts works and noone neads to hear about all their classes.

Chapter Text

Friday October 1st, 1962

"Trix! hey wait up!" Rita called, she had taken to calling Bellatrix Trix despite Bellatrix's protests. Bellatrix stopped and watched Rita as she ran up to her. They had just finished their last class for the day and Bellatrix was going to the dorm to do homework. They had a 13-inch essay due for Defense against the Dark Arts.

"What's up?" Bellatrix asked, she was trying to be less stiff, more casual, of course, she never slouched or talked improperly, just slightly less reserved.

"I have to most fantastic idea!"

"Which is?"

"We start a school paper!" Rita was practically bursting,

"Just us?"

"Well, no, we would have Eliza and Alecto in on it as well of course."

"Right, ofcourse."

"Anyway, we could spread the news about things going on at Hogwarts, anonymously of course." She continued

"By news do you mean rumors?" Bellatrix asked quirking an eyebrow

"Well when you put it that way," Rita said as she interlaced her arm with Bellatrix's as they walked.

Rita told Bellatrix all about her plans for the paper all the way to the dorm where the other girls were waiting.

"EVERYONE ATTENTION PLEASE!" Rita said

"I'VE HAD A GRAD IDEA, WE SHOULD START A SCHOOL PAPER!" The other girls looked around in surprise,

"What, like a gossip page?" Eliza asked,

"Exactly, but let's call it news, for the sake of saving face." Rita said diplomatically,

The girls had been living together for about a month now and they were all becoming good friends to Bellatrix, though Rita was her favorite. She tried not to think about what her parents would say, maybe they would like Rita if they knew her, maybe she could come for Christmas.

"It would be anonymous. Here's what I'm thinking: I collect the news, Eliza you're good with words and you have pretty handwriting, so you can mark it all down; Alecto, you can do the art

"Okay, fine by me." Alecto replied,

"Anyway, as I was saying, Bellatrix I'm thinking you figure out the delivery and any sort of spells for the project. I'm thinking we need a copying spell, and then if you could research ways we could anonymously distribute the paper throughout the school that would be lovely."

"Sounds good." Bellatrix said, the other girls nodded,

"YAY! oh and what should be call it?" Rita asked

"What about 'Long story short'?" Eliza said

"I LOVE it!" Rita squealed and ran over to hug Eliza.

What a ridiculous name, Bellatrix thought, I could come up with better, I bet Rita would like it more.

"What about 'Message in a Bottle'?" Bellatrix said,

"Eh, I like 'Long story short' better, but that's not bad Trix, maybe you do have a creative side after all!" Bellatrix smiled and agreed gracefully, but internally, oh internally she was screaming, she was cursing and screaming and hurting.

Long story short, Bellatrix wanted to Avada everyone in the room. How dare Rita be her best friend just to pick Eliza's idea over hers. This wasn't fair, it wasn't right. How dare Eliza steal Rita away like that. And most of all, how dare Bellatrix care, why was she fuming over Rita. She hated herself for being jealous, she was a Black for Merlin's sake!

Bellatrix sat through the rest of the meeting in silence, Rita told them all the gossip she had learned, and for the first time, Bellatrix found herself not listening, she was too busy replaying the events in her mind, wondering what she had done wrong.

When the girls decided to go to bed Bellatrix quickly got in her bed, casted a muffling spell, and screamed, she screamed so loud, louder than after her parents made her watch them punish Andromeda the first time and she had to be silent; she cried, angry, sad, scared, hot tears, she cried harder than she had after her father punished her the first time. She was so used to bottling it up until she was alone and then being left alone, she hated them all, she hated everything.

Chapter 6: First year, 1962- My words shoot to kill when I'm mad

Chapter Text

Saturday, October 2nd, 1962

Bellatrix woke up before everyone else, instead of waking Rita up like normal, she got up as quietly as she could. Then without saying a word she left.

She went down to the great hall, ate and then left for the library before any of her friends could show up. Bellatrix had finished all her work ahead of time, so she sat in the library and read her school books. She tried to calm down but she was still fuming from the night before.

It had been several hours since she left when Rita came looking for her.

"There you are!" The blonde said coming up to Bellatrix. Bellatrix ignored her,

"What?" Rita asked sitting down. Bellatrix didn't say anything,

"Helloooo, Earth to Trix! Come in Trix!" She said. Bellatrix pretended she had no problem pretending Rita wasn't there, but she was struggling. Rita was making it so hard to concentrate on her book and she had to keep re-reading the same sentence over and over. Bellatrix got up and started to walk away, but Rita caught her arm.

"What the hell Bellatrix! You don't just ignore me! Do you want to fight? We can fight, but don't you dare ignore me." She was almost screaming and holding Bellatrix in an iron grip.

"Let. Me. Go." Bellatrix snarled. How could Rita pretend everything was fine, did she even know what had happened, how dare she try to be a friend again. '

"No. I don't know what I did to make you this mad, but we aren't leaving till I fix it." Rita said, Bellatrix was surprised, no one her age had ever told her no, people were too scared.

"Fine, you want to know what's wrong? You, you're wrong, how dare you brush me aside like that, you're my best friend, not her's." Bellatrix spat. Rita looked confused,

"Trix, what even are you talking about? I would never push you aside, and you are my best friend, but I'm allowed to have other friends." Rita said laughing as if the whole ordeal were stupid. Bellatrix grew red,

"You liked Eliza's idea about the name better than mine! You took her side! And don't laugh at me!" Bellatrix shrieked,

"Oh, oh Merlin! Trixy!" Rita said pulling Bellatrix into a hug, still slightly laughing. "You're my favorite person Trix, I'm on your side 100%, always." Rita pulled out of the hug but kept her hands on Bellatrix's shoulders. The touch was comforting and warm. Bellatrix smiled.

"You- you are?" Bellatrix asked, she thought Rita would be upset with her for her outburst, but she wasn't.

"Yes!, and I'm so glad you told me, you can always tell me, I can't lose my best friend over a miss-communication! So are we okay?" Rita said

"Yes, we're okay." Bellatrix grinned,

"Next time tell me when something bothers you! don't just bottle it up Trix! I'm here for you." Rita took Bellatrix's arm and they left the library.

"Plus, we have our first article to make, and your birthday to plan for." Rita continued

"My birthday?" Bellatrix questioned

"Yea, it is october 13th right?" Rita asked

'Yes, but what do you mean plan it?" Bellatrix asked,

"Like a party!" Rita answered,

"Nooo, can't we just do a small thing?" Bellatrix begged, all she wanted was to spend her birthday with Rita alone.

"Fine, we can just have a small thing in the dorm with the girls." Rita said. Oh right, with the girls, Bellatrix thought disappointed.

****

Bellatrix and Rita entered the room and found the other girls waiting.

"Finally, ugh, now we can make our first edition!" Eliza said excitedly,

"Ok, let's get to work, first order of business, Bellatrix, did you figure out how to copy and distribute them?" Rita asked. Bellatrix had looked and she knew exactly what to do.

"Yes. So for copying, I'm thinking simple duplicate spell, here," She waved her wand at a piece of paper, and said Duplicatare. The paper cloned itself and Bella held it up for everyone,

"For distributing, I think we need to do it a new way each time so no one sees it coming, but what I'm thinking is this time we should have the articles rain down on the great hall at dinner. I can combine an invisibility spell and a levitating charm to do to it, then I'll release both."

"You can you do that?" Alecto asked,

"Sure, it's easy enough, so for this I'd go with, Leviosa-et-ocultare," Bellatrix waved her wand at the paper she just cloned and boy pieces vanished, then Bellatrix released the spell and the papers floated down.

"Trix! You are a genius, I love you!" Rita squealed and threw herself into a hug. Bellatrix smiled,

"Ok, now that's sorted." Eliza said

"Ok, here is the gossip I want you to write out Eliza." Rita said, "I heard Juliana Nott, the 5th year, tell Alexander Brown, the Mudblood, that she was pregnant with his baby!" Rita said, the girls all stared at her, mouths open,

"No Way!" Alecto exclaimed

'Yes way." Rita said,

"Now that you mention it, she has been looking larger," Eliza said sweetly,

"I know right!" Rita said, "Ok, Eliza read back what you wrote." Rita said, Eliza cleared her throat,

"Long Story Short, news article,
Mixing,
Pureblood perfect 5th year, Juliana Nott is pregnant with Alexander Brown's baby. Yes! The Mudblood! Say goodbye to the sacred 28 soon to be 27 Notts!
See you next edition, xoxo' What do you think?" Eliza asked

"It's wonderful, I kinda want us to sign it." Rita said,

"I thought we were being anonymous?" Alecto asked,

"No like a code name." Rita said,

"What about... Quillkillers?" Bellatrix asked,

"I love that actually! Ok so after xoxo, add quillkillers!"

Chapter 7: First year, 1962- Seven

Summary:

Some talk of abuse yall

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

October 4th 1962,

Through the weekend the girls worked tirelessly on their article for 'long story short' and by Monday it was done.

The girls sat in the great hall for dinner that night, and the articles were invisibly floating over the tables.

"Ready?" Bellatrix asked Rita, waiting for the signal,

"Yea, drop em." Rita said,

"Finite incantem." Bellatrix whispered, immediately all the articles became visible and floated down. It took people a moment to notice, but soon everyone had grabbed one.

Long Story short

Welcome readers to the new Hogwarts gossip channel.

Rumors fly, but this is no story! Juliana Nott, 5th year, is pregnant! Out of wedlock no less, and here is the kicker, the father is Alexander Brown! That's right, the Hufflepuff mudblood! Say goodbye Nott family to the sacred 28, because this scandal is bringing it down to sacred 27! Tune in next time for more news!

xoxo, Quillkillers

Everyone was reading one and soon chaos broke out, Juliana stood up crying and ran out of the hall with Alexander Brown behind her. Every student was whispering, even some of the teachers were whispering. Finally Dumbledore stood up.

"Students!" Everyone quieted,

"Rumors and gossip are dangerous, it is harmful and I will not tolerate it at Hogwarts! Rest assured, this stops now, there will be no other editions and the people responsible will be caught and punished. If anyone would like to step forward, now is the time." He glared across the great hall, but no one moved. Dumbledore sighed,

"If no one is going to come forward we will have to launch an examination." He said, still no one spoke up. Bellatrix, Rita, Eliza, and Alecto all shared a knowing look.

"Fine, students I don't want to hear a word about this! Return to your common rooms at once and await instruction from your head of house." Everyone began to get up and leave.

The Slytherin common room was packed with students all talking about the article, Bellatrix, Rita, Eliza, and Alecto all went to their dorm.

"That was incredible!" Rita said, she was practically jumping with excitement.

"That was rather fun." Alecto said

"I can't wait for our next article!" Eliza said,

They talked for half the night before finally going to bed.

****

Bellatrix lay in her bed trying to fall asleep, when she heard shuffling outside her curtains, they were pulled back to reveal Rita. Bellatrix sat up and motioned for Rita to come in.

"Silencio!" Bellatrix waved her wand

"What is it?" Bellatrix asked, Rita smiled and hugged her, Bellatrix was knocked back onto the bed with Rita on top of her. The girls erupted with laughter.

After a few moments Rita pulled back and sat on her knees in front of Bellatrix. Bellatrix missed having Rita hugging her but said nothing.

"Trix! That was amazing, you are amazing!" Rita said, Bellatrix blushed,

"Thank you," She smiled. Rita laid down next to Bellatrix on the bed and the girls laid like that together until they both fell asleep.

****

October 5th 1962,

In the morning Bellatrix woke up with Rita almost lying on top of her, she gently tapped Rita who woke with a start,

"What..." Rita mumbled groggily,

"Get up," Bellatrix said nudging Rita off her. Rita yawned,

"Sorry Trix,"

"It's fine," Bellatrix smiled and sat up, Rita sat up next to her. Bellatrix felt strangely hot, but also the happiest she had ever been. She got up and went to the bathroom, she washed her face with freezing water. When she came back Rita was walking around the room getting ready.

"Hey Trix?"

"Yea?"

"Can I braid your hair?"

"What?"

"Have you never had someone braid your hair?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment, "No,"

"Well, now you will have!" Rita smiled and bounded over the Bellatrix,

"Sit on the bed, I'm going to grab a hair-tie and a spray bottle!" Rita went off the the bathroom and returned a moment later armed with hair-ties and a green spray bottle filled with water. Bellatrix eyed her warily. Rita stood behind Bellatrix and began spraying her hair while she hummed.

"You have such pretty hair." Rita said as she began to braid it. "So soft,"

Bellatrix closed her eyes and leaned into Rita's touch as she braided. Much too soon did she finish,

"Wow, that was fast." Bellatrix said as she felt the braid, it went from the top right of her head to the bottom left and wrapped around her shoulder.

"Thank you." Bellatrix was relieved to not have to deal with her hair for once,

"Thank YOU for letting me braid it!" Rita said before walking away and putting on her uniform, Bellatrix pulled out a mirror and admired Rita's work.

Bellatrix put down the mirror and began to get ready.

The girls all went to the great hall for breakfast and talked about their classes for the day,

"Ok so potions first," Alecto said

"Yay! I have the best partner!" Rita said nudging Bellatrix, the partner in question. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and looked away as she tried to stop smiling.

The girls finished breakfast and headed to Potions.

Bellatrix and Rita sat in the front of the class and waited for Professor Slughorn to start.

"Ok students! Today we are going to brew Babbling Beverage! Can anyone tell me what this potion is for?"

Bellatrix raised her hand,

"Ms Black,"

"Babbling Beverage makes the drinker speak uncontrollable nonsense, it lasts for about 2 hours a dose."

"Very good Ms Black, 5 points to Slytherin. Now who can tell me what ingredients are used for this potion?" Once again Bellatrix's hand shot up,

"Ms Black,"

"leaves of the Bitterroot plant, dragon tears, jumping-walnuts, and dirt where a mandrake has been planted."

"Correct again. Turn to page 20 in your books and begin brewing!"

Bellatrix turned to Rita, "I'll get the ingredients, will you set up the cauldron?"

"Sure."

Bellatrix went and returned with the ingredients,

"Okay, so it says here to fill the cauldron with water, Augamenti! Perfect, and now-"

"What if our next article was about one of the teachers!" Rita interrupted,

"SHHH, not here!" Bellatrix said, "Now, it says, cut up 5 bitterroot leaves into 3 vertical strips and put them in the water, then stir clockwise." Bellatrix grabbed the leaves and began to cut them, Rita leaned in,

"Think about it, I mean, it would be perfect! I'm sure at least one teacher has some dirty secret!" Rita said. Bellatrix put the cut leaves in the cauldron and began to stir,

"Sounds great, can we talk about it not in class?" Bellatrix said, Rita rolled her eyes but quit talking.

They finished their potion first and it was perfect.

****

October 13th 1962,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRIX!" Rita jumped into Bellatrix's bed, she groaned

'Merlin, what time is it?"

"7"

"UGH," Bellatrix sat up and Rita scooted closer to her,

"Happy 11th Trix! I got you a present!" Rita pulled out a black box wrapped in a black bow and handed it to Bellatrix,

"You didn't have to"

"Nonsense, open it!"

Bellatrix opened the bow and inside was a silver pendant that looked like a cow skull on a black chain. Bellatrix picked it up and held it in her hand,

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, thank you." Bellatrix said putting the necklac3 on,

"Ah, I'm so glad, I saw it and I just thought it was so you!" Rita smiled and Bellatrix hugged her, she breathed in the smell of Rita's hair and closed her eyes.

"Ok, since it's Saturday we should spend all day by the Black lake, oh, and we can work on our next article!" Rita said pulling Bellatrix up.

The girls dressed and all went down to enjoy their day by the lake.

They chose a relatively shady spot and sat down on the grass. Rita had brought a picnic basket and began to take food out and lay it on the ground.

"How does being 11 feel?" Rita asked as Bellatrix levitated a rock,

"The same." Bellatrix answered,

"Ugh I can't wait to be 11." Rita said,

"when do you turn 11?" Eliza asked

"in like 2 months, her birthday is december 1st." Bellatrix answered no looking away from her rock. No one said anything and all the girls stared at Bellatrix who looked back after a few moments of silence

"What?" She asked,

"How do you know that?" Eliza asked.
Truth was, Bellatrix had spent almost a day in the library tracking old school records and family lines to find out everything she could about Rita. She just told herself it was normal, she didn't like not knowing things, and it's fine to want to know things about your best friend, but she didn't want to have to ask, so she did what she does best, research. Oops, Bellatrix thought, internally she was slightly panicking, she didn't want her friends to think she was obsessed or weird, she was thinking of every excuse trying to find the best one when Rita saved her,

'I told her, like a week ago, you guys were asleep and I couldn't so I went and hung out with Trix." Rita said,

"Yea," Bellatrix agreed

"Oh ok, makes sense," Alecto said,

"Anyway, when are your birthdays?" Rita said then she flashed Bellatrix a reassuring smile,

"August 27th" said Eliza

"June 30th" Alecto said

"So you all have summer birthdays. I guess only two parties a year, well of course we could probably all visit on each other's birthdays, oh- or throw a party at the end of the year for you all!" Rita said,

"What is with you and birthdays?" Bellatrix asked,

"Birthdays are the best, and they are totally awesome and I love them! Because it's fun to celebrate plus I'm super happy you were born when you were because otherwise you'd be someone else." Rita said.

"Wow, you said that all in one breath." Bellatrix said smirking,

"Oh shove it, I'm happy because my best friend was born and not even she can bring my mood down." Rita said, Bellatrix twirled the necklace Rita gave her around the chain. She liked the feeling of it on her fingers, and she liked that it came from Rita. Rita had picked this out and wrapped it, and given it to her. She didn't really get gifts at birthdays, the family came together and had dinner or threw a ball, but there were never presents. 'Rewards are earned, being born isn't an achievement Bellatrix!' her mother would say.
Her sister Andromeda once made the mistake of complaining she never got gifts when other kids did, Bellatrix listened to her sister's screams mixed with her mother's about how she was an ungrateful spoiled brat for at least an hour. That cleared up any expectation of gifts really quickly.

****

The girls sat outside until dark when they went back to their dorm. They turned the lights off and went to bed, but Bellatrix was too nervous to sleep. It was her first birthday away from family, and Rita had been so excited, Bellatrix didn't know how to do birthdays, would Rita expect something back? Her worries were interrupted by a head peeking in the curtain.

"Oh good you're awake." Rita whispered as she crawled in,

"Silencio" Bellatrix murmured, "What's up?"

"How did you know my birthday?"

"Oh, uhm, you told me."

"No I didn't"

"Fine, I sort of did some research, I wanted to know."

"Why didn't you just ask me?" Rita said. Bellatrix paused, she never asked questions, she was taught not to, she should answer them, but never ask them. Questions were a sign of ignorance, and Bellatrix needed to answer her own or stay out of it.

"I didn't want to bother you." Bellatrix said, it was part of it, the other part was she didn't want Rita to think she was stupid or helpless and couldn't find out herself, and she didn't want Rita to be upset she didn't know, plus what if Rita had told Bellatrix and she forgot.

"Don't be silly Trix! Why are you so anxious, like how can you be the most confident and scared person I know?" Rita asked, Bellatrix felt like she was being scolded,

"I'm not scared!" She said defensively

"woa, it's ok, I'm not trying to start a fight." Rita said putting her hand up,

"Trix, why are you so defensive? I want to be your friend, I want us to be close, but you won't let me in!" Rita grasped Bellatrix's hands

"You don't understand." Bellatrix said as she blinked back tears she hadn't realized had formed,

"I don't, but I want to." Rita said earnestly. Bellatrix wanted to fall into Rita crying, she wanted to talk about how her parents hurt her and her sisters, how she never felt safe, how she always had to be the best. Instead she pulled her hands away,

"There is nothing wrong with me or my family."

"I never said there was Trix."

"I don't want to talk about this." Bellatrix said, she was closing up and Rita felt it. Rita sighed and decided not to push for once, she didn't want to fight or hurt Bellatrix,

"Okay," Rita said soothingly

"Okay?" Bellatrix asked surprised

"Okay. You're not ready, that's okay. We don't have to talk about it." Rita laid down and wrapped her arms around Bellatrix, she pressed her face into the curls. Bellatrix turned around to face Rita,

"You're my best friend Rita." Bellatrix said,

"You too Trix." Rita answered yawning, she closed her eyes, listened to Bellatrix's breaths, and drifted to sleep.

In the soft moonlight Bellatrix watched Rita, her skin, her blonde hair, the way the moon's glow shifted as she breathed. Bellatrix admired her until sleep caught her as well.

Notes:

AH, AH, I CAN'T WAIT TILL THEY ARE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THEY ARE IN LOVE AH, UGH I NEED TO WRITE FASTER! I WANT TO GET THERE AS MUCH AS YALL

anyway, theme for this chapter is very much seven by taylor swift, expect every chapter with the number 7 in it to be major quillkiller and family trauma, bcs duh, anyways, it's giving 'and ive been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted your dad is always mad and that must be why, and I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet, and just like a folksong, out love will be soooo longggg' alr bye! COMMENT OR ELSE! xoxo

Chapter 8: First year, 1962- I had the best day with you today

Notes:

homophobia warning ig

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

October 30th 1962,

"TRIX!" Rita bounded over to Bellatrix who sat in her usual place at the back of the library. She was working on the potions essay that wasn't due till next week.

"mhm?" Bellatrix said, not looking up,

"I just heard the most insane gossip! It's gonna be so great for our next edition of Long story short!" Rita sat next to Bellatrix and began reading over what she was writing, Bellatrix put down her quill and looked up at Rita, she was smiling and she was close enough that Bellatrix could smell parchment and cinnamon. Bellatrix took a breath, finding her arms were getting slightly weaker.

"That's wonder- cool, it's cool. I think I figured out a way to distribute this time." Bellatrix said, she was really trying to sound more like Rita, she was copying her speech, her mannerisms, everything, she just wanted to fit in.

"Ok, let's go to the dorm, I can tell all the girls and then we can all work on it!" Rita grabbed Bellatrix's hand and pulled her out of the library, she didn't let go until they were in the dorm.

"GEUSS WHAT I JUST HEARD!" Rita exclaimed,

"What?" Alecto asked, Bellatrix stood back and smiled enjoying the sight of Rita so happy and alive.

"You all know Ellie Jackson?" Rita asked, all the girls nodded, but Bellatrix had no clue who this girl was,

"No, who is that?" Bellatrix asked,

"Come on Trix! The ravenclaw!" Rita said, this didn't ring a bell for Bellatrix, Rita sighed,

"The halfblood in year 4 with the purple hair." Eliza said as she came out of the bathroom,

"Oh, her." Bellatrix sneered, I mean, who does that to their hair other than queers and mudbloods, honestly it's despicable.

"Yea, well I heard she and Camilo Gordon were snogging!" Rita said, Bellatrix was confused,

"So, what the gossip is that she snogged a guy?" Bellatrix asked

"Honestly Trix, you're helpless, you really should pay more attention to people and things!" Rita said

"I pay plenty of attention to things and people of importance." Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"The thing is, Ellie is dating Sammy Merade." Eliza filled in,

"Oh. Ok that makes more sense. Oh and I had an idea, what if we put more gossip in the paper, like multiple articles per delivery." Bellatrix said,

"Well it's not like everyone spills their secrets to me Trix." Rita said,

"We could all find gossip, oh and we could take submissions!" Alecto said,

"Submissions?" Bellatrix asked,

"Like, put a note in that students who want to submit gossip about other people can put it somewhere and we can put it in the article." Alecto said,

"How would we even get the gossip without outing who we are?" Bellatrix asked,

"You're the smart one," Eliza shrugged,

"Well we could tell them to put it somewhere and then collect it." Alecto suggested,

"Right, except then everyone would know where the submissions were, including the teachers, and anyone could wait for us to check it." Bellatrix said,

"We can revisit that idea later," Rita said, "Trix, how are we delivering it?"

"Well, Halloween is tomorrow, I was thinking what if we had bats come in with the post and deliver an article to each student" Bellatrix said,

"You can do that?" Alecto asked

"Ok, we have had this conversation multiple times, yes I can do it, I can do anything." Bellatrix said,

"Merlin Trix, aren't you a mastermind!" Rita said, "Ok, let's get to work on this article."

****

October 31st 1962,

The girls worked all night on the articles and enchantments and by morning, they were all tired. Bellatrix set up the bats around 4 am and they were just waiting outside the window for the owls.

The girls went to breakfast, and when everyone was there and the morning post came in, so did the articles.

 

Long story short,

Welcome back readers! Did you miss us? Here's what's new,

Ellie Jackson, 4th year halfblood was seen snogging Camilo Gordon. Sorry Sammy Merade, looks like exams aren't the only thing Ellie cheats on, speaking of which, professors, you might want to check Ellie's quills for spells.

Happy Halloween tune in next time for more news, and if you want to submit any gossip for our paper, whisper it to the portrait in moaning myrtle's lavatory, it's enchanted to tell us!

Xoxo, quillkillers.

 

"I still can't believe you made it so the teachers wouldn't see that last part about submissions, AND you got that portrait to transfer anything told to it into this book! It's brilliant!" Rita whispered to Bellatrix,

the book was disguised as a beetle and the bard fairytale book, and to anyone who wasn't Bellatrix, Rita, Eliza, or Alecto, the inside would be full of fairy tales.

"It was nothing really," Bellatrix said, while Rita watched with glee as Sammy yelled at Ellie, who was crying and apologizing, Bellatrix watched Rita. Eventually again, Dumbledore put an end to the madness, and then Professor Flitwick took Ellie to his office to examine her quills.

Dumbledore gave the same speech about slander and gossip and blah blah blah to the students, and then he said he would be interviewing all students because this was not tolerated at Hogwarts. Then everyone was dismissed, and the girls went to their dorm to revel in their success and enjoy their weekend.

Notes:

I'm gonna run out of gossip ideas, and delivery ideas, so if yall wanna comment some id be super thankful,

Chapter 9: First year, 1962- Anything

Summary:

Rita's b-day yall

Chapter Text

November 30th, 1962

Rita lived for the drama, she loved the thrill, the gossip and the power. Bellatrix loved seeing Rita happy and she was willing to do anything to make Rita happy.

Bellatrix's family was rich, that was no secret, she had billions of galleons in the vault, and she had at least a couple thousand at her disposal. Money was no issue, but finding a gift for Rita was. Rita had gotten Bellatrix her first birthday present ever, it was a gorgeous silver pendant that she never took off. Bellatrix knew what Rita liked, but she was stumped when it came to gifts. She had spent the better part of a month trying to find the perfect gift for Rita, but nothing conveyed the gratitude and love she felt for Rita. So here she was, the day before Rita's birthday frantically searching for a gift.

"I just, I don't know what to get her Eliza! What do I even do?" Bellatrix said, since the beginning of the year, she had grown close to all the girls.

"I'm sure she'll like anything Bellatrix," Eliza said as she flipped through a magazine, "Hey, do you think Mallon and I have a chance?" She had developed an obsession with Mallon Avery, Slytherin pureblood in their year. Bellatrix rolled her eyes, all the boys in the year wanted Eliza Zabini, she was pretty, her golden skin and dark hair made for an ethereal combination. There was no denying the girl's looks, but personally Bellatrix didn't understand what made her stand out so much.

"He is the one guy who doesn't drool over you Eliza, why must you always want who you can't have." Bellatrix said, she learned it was better to address Eliza's issues or she would never get a straight answer about her own.

"I'll wear him down," Eliza said determinately. Bellatrix went back to wracking her brain for a gift,

Long story short had been doing great, everyone was talking about it and constantly on their toes for the next edition. The submissions had proved a wonderful idea, the scrolls were now always at least 6 inches, and no one had been caught or even suspected. Dumbledore worked tirelessly to find the culprits with no luck. Bellatrix often thought that if her family were trying to find the perpetrators it would've been a very quick affair, but the headmaster seemed opposed to veritasirum, ligilimency, and any useful forms of interrogation.

"If only I could go to Hogsmeade! That would make this so much easier," Bellatrix sighed,

"Why don't you send an owl to your parents and ask them to send a gift?" Eliza said,

"No." Bellatrix shut it down, she never talked about her family, except with Rita, and even then sparingly,

"Ok, what about going to Hogsmeade?"

"Are you dense? I'm not allowed." Bellatrix snapped,

"You can't tell me you of all people couldn't get another student to go and get the gift."

"I don't want to send someone else! It has to be me!"

"Then sneak out! You're top of all our classes, probably top of all first years as well, you use spells so complicated for the 'long story short' that no one thinks the writers could be anyone under 3rd year," Eliza said, Bellatrix stared at her like she was insane,

"That's against the rules!" She whispered,

"Since when do you care about rules?"

"Since always!"

"Yea, what do you call the gossip pages then?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment, she had always valued rules, so what had changed? Deep down she knew, Rita is what had changed, she couldn't explain it, but she would've done anything for Rita, they were best friends. She couldn't think of a line she wouldn't cross or a rule she wouldn't break for Rita. Suddenly she had an idea,

"Eliza! You're a genius, I got to go!" Bellatrix grabbed her wand and ran out of the dorm.

Bellatrix kept her owl, Jupiter, as Rita had taken to calling her, (And though she refused to admit it, Bellatrix had also began mentally referring to the owl as Jupiter.) in the owlery. She tried keeping Jupiter in the dorm but she liked freedom too much and when Bellatrix let her out of the cage she would bring dead mice into the dorms.

Jupiter was nestled in the corner of the owlery, Bellatrix went over to her and lightly stroked her head,

"Jupiter," She cooed softly, the owl woke up and hooted softly, "Good girl, here," Bellatrix fed Jupiter an owl biscuit, "I need you to take this, fly as fast as you can there and back, I need the answer immediately." Bellatrix tied a piece of parchment to Jupiter's leg and the owl took off.

Bellatrix ran down the stairs of the owlery and went to find Rudolphus.

He was on the Quidditch pitch.

"Rudolphus!" "Rudolphus come here!" Bellatrix rolled her eyes and magnified her voice "LESTANGE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!"

Rudolphus nearly fell off his broom, he landed clumsily in front of Bellatrix

"Merlin, Black, you scared me, I thought you were my mother."

"I need your broom."

"No chance."

"I need it."

"First years aren't allowed brooms."

"Well, it wouldn't be my broom now would it!"

"What for."

"None of your business."

"It's my broom."

"Fine, I need to fly it to Hogsmeade."

"Hah, no chance, goodbye Black." Rudolphus went to take off but Bellatrix pulled her wand,

"Patrificus totalus!"

Rudolphus fell to the floor,

"Listen Lestrange, I need to use your bloody broom," Bellatrix pinned him to the ground and released the spell,

"Why don't you just use one of the school brooms you psycho."

"They don't go outside the bounds of Hogwarts dimwit."

"For someone who wants my help you're not being very nice."

"Please." Bellatrix bit out,

"My, this must be important if the Bellatrix Black is saying please."

"Don't patronize me Lestrange."

"Fine, but you owe me."

Bellatrix blinked in surprise, she had not expected that to work at all.

"Really?"

"you owing me a favor is worth twenty of my brooms."

"I'm gonna regret this aren't I?"

"Probably."

"Fine,"

Rudolphus smirked as Bellatrix got up. He dusted off his robes and handed Bellatrix the broom,

"Pleasure doing business with you Black,"

Bellatrix sneered, and took the broom. She got on and took off.

She had been flying her whole life and she had cloaking spells perfected.

****
The flight to Hogsmeade took about ten minutes. She touched down at the edge of the forbidden forest, hid her broom and school robes, and went into town.

SInce it was midday saturday it was packed, Bellatrix went straight to 'Flourish and botts'. There was a witch behind the counter, she had grey hair and a motherly air,

"Hello dear, here with your parents?" She asked,

"They are at another shop Mrs." She said respectfully,

"Looking for something in particular?"

"No Mrs. Thank you." Bellatrix smiled and began to look about the store.

She came across a dark purple book with a yellow amethyst in the center of the cover, perfect. Then she went to the quills, she found a silver quill. then she went to pay.

"20 galleons dear,"

Bellatrix handed her the money and went to 'Witches jewels' There were many people in the store. Rita often wore earrings and broches so she went to find some that matched the book and quill. She found beautiful silver feather earrings and a Yellow amethyst brooch.

****

She returned to Hogwarts around 4 and found Rudolphus waiting for her.

"Have a nice trip?"

She handed him the broom and muttered a thanks before rushing away to the library.

She spent almost 3 hours in the library looking for the right spell.

The plan was to find a way to combine the earrings and the quill into one object that can be transformed by a simple unlocking spell, and to do the same with the broach and book. Bellatrix wanted Rita to be able to wear the earrings and then simply say 'quillkiller' and have them turn into the quill, same with the broach.

Finally she found it and after a few trials and errors, she succeeded.

For the last part of her plan, she had to reverse the enchantment on the fake beetle and the bard book and place it on the book for Rita, this was simple enough, and Bellatrix even found a way for the broach to glow slightly whenever a new submission came. The first gift was complete. She wrapped the earrings and broach in a box and used yellow wrapping paper with a purple bow.

The sun had set and now all Bellatrix needed was for Jupiter to return with the response from her mother.

Madame Pince chased her out of the library and Bellatrix went back to her dorm with the present cloaked in case Rita saw it.

She opened the dormitory door to find all four girls waiting for her.

"TRIX! WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN!" Rita ran to Bellatrix and hugged her,

"I was in the library."

"No you weren't I checked!"

"Well, I went on a walk and then I went to the library."

"You left at like noon and no one saw you till now!" Eliza said, Bellatrix shot her a look to say cut it, thankfully she got the message,

"No matter, it's fine." Rita sighed, Bellatrix went to her bed and placed the gift under it.

"I'm going to go to bed, I'm tired." Bellatrix said as she closed the curtains,

"Oh, okay, goodnight Trix." Rita said,

Bellatrix let out a breath of relief.

****

December 1st, 1962,

Before the sun rose, Bellatrix was up. Sitting on her chest poking her was Jupiter. Bellatrix sat up and untied the response eagerly. Jupiter poked her again, Bellatrix sighed and got an owl biscuit for her.

"You are spoiled, ya know that?"

Jupiter hooted happily and flew off, Bellatrix opened the response,

 

Bellatrix,

Since you have done what is expected of a Black, you may extend an invitation to our christmas ball to your friend Rita Skeeter. I have done research on her family and you make a convincing point. Do not disappoint me, I have spoken with her parents and they will attend with her. She will not stay over at the manor, and make sure she knows how to behave and dress. I will see you the 17th at 12 on platform 9 3/4.

Sincerely, Cygnus Black

 

Bellatrix was grinning from ear to ear, she was so excited to tell Rita. She never was able to invite someone to anything, the only peers she had at these parties were other sacred 28 children, her sisters and her cousins.

Unable to contain the news she crept over to Rita's bed,

"Rita, Rita wake up." She shook her lightly,

"Mhm? Trix? What time is it?"

"I don't know. Happy Birthday!"

Rita sat up and rubbed her eyes. Bellatrix handed her the letter and Rita read it, a slow smile spread across her face.

"Are you excited?" Bellatrix asked,

"Thrilled, I've never been to a ball! Oh merlin, I don't know how to dance! And I have no clothes! Trix! What am I going to do?" Rita's enthusiasm quickly turned to panic, Bellatrix put a hand on her arm,

"it's okay, I'll teach you to dance, and you can borrow one of my dresses. All you have to do is follow what I do, my parents are traditional, but I'll teach you the rules, they will love you."

"Okay, okay." Rita said taking a deep breath,

****

Rita and Bellatrix talked until the other girls woke. Bellatrix taught her some basic rules for her parents and family. Watch the tone, address them with respect, speak with dignity, don't be too loud, ect...

The other girls woke and they went to breakfast, there were many wishes of happy birthday and the whole table even joined in on singing happy birthday.

After breakfast the girls went to the lake. It was becoming a birthday tradition. They had a picnic with cake and then the girls gave Rita their gifts. Eliza gave her a chess set, and Alecto gave her a poster of Axel Abbot, that was currently Rita's favorite singer. Then came Bellatrix's turn to give Rita her gift,

"Don't worry Trix, you didn't have to get me anything, the invitation is more than enough." Rita said, but Bellatrix pulled out the wrapped box and handed it to Rita. There was a note explaining the enchantments on the earrings and broach, Rita's smile grew. She saw the broach and earrings and gasped,

"TRIX! These are beautiful!"

"Try out the enchantment."

"Quillkiller." she tapped the earings, Immediately they transformed into a silver quill,

"how on earth?" Eliza muttered. Rita did the same with the broach which turned into the purple book, she opened it and inside was already a note of gossip. Rita stared at the gifts in awe, she delicately put them down and threw her arms around Bellatrix.

"You're amazing Trix! Thank you! Thank you so so much!" Rita withdrew and returned the quill and book to their jewelry state and then she fastened the broach to her cloak and put on the earrings.

Bellatrix smiled.

The girls had a blast that day, they played and talked until sundown.

****

Back in the dorm when the lights were off and everyone was in bed, Rita crept over to Bellatrix's bed and got in. She wrapped her arms around Bellatrix and laid her head on Bellatrix's chest.

"Thank you Trix." Rita murmured, Bellatrix melted into her touch, she felt so warm and safe. In the back of her mind she wondered if this was what love was supposed to be. She quickly dismissed the idea, love was hard, and tough, it made you stronger. When people loved you they challenged you and hurt you to make you stronger. That was what her family had taught her. Rita was her best friend, they enjoyed each other, that was it. But a secret part of her knew deep down that this was love.

Rita's breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Before Bellatrix joined her she whispered,

"Anything for you Rita."

Chapter 10: First year, 1962- Tis the damn season

Summary:

TW S@ AND R@PE PLS BE CAREFUL

Chapter Text

December 17th, 1962

Bellatrix and Rita were polar opposites in every form. Looks wise, Bellatrix had black curls that touched the bottom of her back, her skin was almost white and she had deep-set fierce eyes with almost black irises. She had a square face, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones, she was tall for her age and lean, like a cat. She carried herself with grace even when she tried to be casual. Rita had short curly blonde hair with bright green eyes, and her skin wasn't nearly as pale. She had softer features, an oval face and a button nose. She was shorter than Bellatrix by a few inches and while she wasn't clumsy, grace eluded her. Bellatrix was reserved and quiet, she didn't speak much, unless she was answering a question or insulting someone, and she was cold towards mostly everyone; not to mention scary as crap, not to mention competitive. No one crossed her, and for good reason, not only could she hex you so bad you'd be in the hospital for a week, her family had power and money. Rita was outgoing and lively, she had a skip in her step and a smile on her face, she talked enough for both of them. She was raised middle class, still, no one crossed her because Bellatrix had made it inherently clear if they did, there would be consequences.

Despite these differences, the girls were inseparable. Where there was one, the other wasn't far behind. Bellatrix had never been close with anyone, but she was close with Rita.

The girls had all packed the night before, and were ready to leave for the train station by 9.

****

"Oh, Rita, my parents want to meet your parents and you when we get to the station." Bellatrix said. The five girls were in the train car, Bellatrix sat between the window and Rita, Eliza sat next to Alecto who sat on the end.

"Why?"

"They want to know who is coming to the ball, they don't like surprises. Plus, I think it's the first time in like, ever, that someone not sacred 28 comes." The Black family ball happened every year on Christmas eve, all sacred 28 families (except the Weasleys came.

"Are you sure it's okay I'm coming?"

"Yes, you're still a pureblood, and my friend. Trust me, if my parents had a problem with it, they would say so." Bellatrix said, Rita leaned on her shoulder.

****

The train came to a stop and the girls all got out onto the platform. Cygnus and Druella were waiting for Bellatrix by the pillar, Bellatrix had already fixed her, and Rita's posture before they stepped off the train. Rita followed Bellatrix to her parents and stood slightly behind her.

"Bellatrix." Druella said inclining her head slightly,

"Mother," Bellatrix said dipping her head,

"And I presume this is Rita Skeeter?" Druella said,

"Yes, mother,"

Rita gave a small curtsy and Druella seemed satisfied,

"Pleased to meet you Rita." Cygnus said,

"you as well Sir." Rita replied. Rita's parents came over to the family. She was the spitting image of her mother, but she had her father's eyes. He was a tall man with dark hair.

"Mr. Black," He said nodding his head, "Madame Black," He said turning to Druella, this was clearly not his first time with people like the Blacks. "This is my wife, Ellain, and I am Charles, it's an honor to make your acquaintance."

Ellaine dipped her head in respect and smiled.

"We are pleased you have accepted our invitation." Druella said smiling, it was forced, but it was the smile she used when she accepted someone as worthwhile. Internally Bellatrix was relieved, thank merlin, she thought. She watched her and Rita's parents talk for a moment more with bated breath, all seemed well and she was content. Finally they were done,

"Goodbye Rita, I'll see you soon." Bellatrix whispered while her parents weren't paying attention, before taking her father's arm and disaparating home.

They apparated at the end of the driveway of the Black manor, neither of her parents said a word as they went to the front door. Once inside her father broke the silence,

"A respectable family and a well-poised girl, good choice Bellatrix." He said, not looking at her, before leaving to his study. Bellatrix was elated,

"Your sisters should be in the drawing room, go and join them, there is a nanny there, stay out of the way there is much preparation to be done." Druella said before leaving.

Bellatrix entered the drawing room, it was mostly glass and faced the lake. Narcissa sat playing the piano while Andromeda read in a corner, there was no nanny.

"BELLA!" Andromeda cried and ran to hug Bellatrix, Bellatrix hugged back, "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you as well Andy,"

Bellatrix was glad her parents hadn't broken Andromeda while she was gone. Narcissa got up from the piano and came over to Bellatrix,

"Bellatrix," She said,

"It's alright Cissy, you're safe." Bellatrix said. At this Narcissa relaxed and hugged Bellatrix, she began to cry,

"Oh, Bella, I missed you so much! I don't know what I'll do next year when you and Andy are gone."

Narcissa had learned to wait for Bellatrix's 'all clear' before being herself, Andromeda didn't have either the restraint or self-preservation for this, something that got her punished many times.

"It'll be alright Cissy," Bellatrix said stroking her hair, she worried less about Cissy than Andy.

"Is it true your friend is coming to the ball?" Andromeda asked,

"Yes, her name is Rita Skeeter,"

"What is she like?"

Bellatrix paused and laughed, where to begin with Rita. She told her sisters everything about Rita, what she looked like, how she acted, what they did together. She didn't share about the gossip page or any details about Rita and their friendship. She told her sisters all about Hogwarts and the teachers, they listened with rapt attention. When she finished they were both so excited to go.

****

December 24th 1961,

Bellatrix woke up at 5 am. She showered and did her hair. It had to be perfect, she always worked extra hard on her appearance for the ball, but this time she worked twice as hard. Rita would be there and her parents would expect them to be perfect. She had sent Rita a velvet dark green dress when she got home, it had spaghetti straps and the bottom fanned out slightly, she also sent some small black heels. Bellatrix would wear a black velvet dress that touched the floor, it had long sleeves and a square neckline. The bottom was straight and the back had a corset, she had small close-toes heels.

Bellatrix pulled the front pieces of her hair back and braided them together to create a half-up half-down. She wore pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. The ball started at 7.

Her extended family had arrived the 20th. She had watched over her little cousins, Sirius and Regulus for the past few days. Sirius was 6 years younger than Bellatrix, Regulus was 7 years younger, it had taken Aunt Walburga longer to produce heirs. Sirius reminded her of Andromeda and the two got along well, Regulus was reserved and quiet. He was much better behaved. Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion had talked for a short while with Bellatrix. They asked her about school but the conversation didn't go far.

Bellatrix was ready by 4 and she went to the drawing room where she was to wait with her sisters and cousins. Andromeda was dressed in a black silk dress, it had spaghetti straps and a v-neck, Narcissa wore a black dress that was velvet at the torso and changed to silk on the way down. Andromeda's black hair was straight and fell around her shoulders elegantly, Narcissa's blonde hair was curled and fell at her back. The three sisters were quite the picture. Sirius and Regulus wore matching velvet suits, Sirius's hair had been combed and fell at his chin, Regulus's curls were cut near his ears. The four kids sat at the table in the drawing room.

Bellatrix entered, Andromeda gasped and Narcissa smiled, Sirius rolled his eyes and Regulus barely looked up.

"Wow, you look so pretty Bella!" Andromeda said, "I wish I looked like you, I feel so out of place in this dress."

"You look very refined Andromeda. You will grow into yourself more, don't worry." Bellatrix said

"Are you all dressed up for your girlfriend?" Sirius teased, Bellatrix hardened at this,

"she is just a friend Sirius, don't say such evil things or you'll be punished." Bellatrix said, she wasn't joking either and Sirius knew this. For the Black children, crucio was a standard punishment, not an unforgivable and none of them would no better for many years. It had happened before that Bellatrix had to crucio one of her cousins or sisters, it was a punishment for them, but to Bellatrix it was just as bad. They all knew not to tell anyone what happened in their homes but none of them knew exactly why.

"Sorry," Sirius said dipping his head in apology.

"You would do to learn to hold your tongue." Bellatrix said, any softness was gone, honestly she was afraid, afraid of what someone might do if they ever thought Bellatrix saw Rita as more than a friend. Her sisters looked at her with fear, Bellatrix normally was sweet to them and their cousins. Deep down, they knew something had changed, there was something wrong. Immediately, Andromeda blamed Rita, it had to be her fault.

The children sat in the drawing room for a few hours before Kreature came in and told them their presence was requested. Bellatrix had them all stand up while she fixed anything she found wrong with their appearances or postures.

They went to the ballroom and approached their parents. Druella, Cygnus, Walburga, and Orion all stood together.

"Mother, Father, Aunt Walburga, Uncle Orion." Bellatrix greeted them all in turn with a curtsy,

"Bellatrix, you look lovely," Orion said, Bellatrix wanted to throw up, her uncle always gave her that sensation, he regarded her like a predator. She swallowed her revulsion because she knew what was expected,

'Thank you Uncle." She said, not looking him in the eye, he roughly grabbed her chin and tilted it up,

"You will look at me when I speak to you." Be said,

"Yes Uncle, I apologize." Bellatrix said, looking him in the eye this time. She wanted to smack his hand away and tell him not to touch her, she wanted to run to the bathroom and scrub her face until she couldn't feel his hands on her.

He moved his hand to her cheek and rubbed it lightly before taking it away. "Good girl," He said, her turned to Cygnus, "She is a fast learner." He said,

Bellatrix put up with this, mostly because she had no choice, but also because she needed to protect her sisters, she knew as long as Orion looked at her, Andy and Cissa would be ok.

****

Guests started arriving at 7, Bellatrix volunteered to greet them so she would be first to know when Rita arrived.

The comment Sirius made about her and Rita sat in the back of her mind, she vaguely remembered one of her Uncles, long dead now (Everyone said suicide), who was queer. She never met him, but she heard the way he was talked about.

*"That filthy queer, ruining the Black bloodline, and he won't even make an heir,"*

She shuddered. Of course it was a disgrace, an abomination, so why did she feel a twist in her gut when she thought about it?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Alecto and Amycus Carrow arrived with their parents. The twins greeted Bellatrix and then when their parents left, they stayed.

"Hey Bellatrix." Amycus said,

"Hello Amycus, Alecto" Bellatrix said

"So formal as always." Amycus said rolling his eyes,

"Well, I prefer to not be avadad where I stand." Bellatrix whispered harshly, Amycus chuckled,

"Where is your sister?"

"Which one?"

"Andromeda,"

"Why?"

"She isn't a frigid bitch." Amycus said.

Bellatrix recoiled hurt, she didn't want people to think of her like this. As always she faked it, stuffing it in a box for never. She rolled her eyes and put on an air of indifference,

"I don't know, use your eyes Rosier." She said. Amycus scoffed and left, Alecto stood awkwardly for a moment before following,

Shortly after Eliza Zabini and her parents came. Eliza stood next to Bellatrix and they talked while the guests trickled in. It was now 8 and no sign of Rita.

"I guess Rita isn't here yet?" Eliza asked, Bellatrix sighed,

"Not yet,"

"She'll be here, don't worry."

Bellatrix had a list of all the guests coming, and everyone but Rita was there. Bellatrix was about to call it a night and go mingle when she heard the *crack* of apparition.

Rita and her parents came in, she was smiling and looking around. Bellatrix wanted to run up and hug her, but she resisted.

"Mrs. Skeeter, Mr. Skeeter." She said curtsying to them,

"Oh, no need for that, please, call me Ellaine dear," Rita's mother said, Bellatrix would most certainly NOT be calling them that.

They went to join the party and Rita stayed back, she wore the outfit Bellatrix had sent her and it looked beautiful, it really brought out the green in her eyes. She had fastened the broach Bellatrix had gave her to the front of her dress, and she wore the earrings as well.

"Oh, Trix- Bellatrix, you look- just, wow." She said, Bellatrix felt elated.

"You look gorgeous yourself Rita." Bellatrix said, she looped her arm into Rita's, "My sisters are dying to meet you." She led Rita to where Narcissa and Andromeda stood,

"Andromeda, Narcissa, this is Rita."

"Hello! It's nice to finally meet you two, Bellatrix talks fondly of you." Rita said,

"It's nice to meet you too." Narcissa said softly, Andromeda said nothing and just stared at Rita,

"Andromeda! Don't be rude!" Bellatrix snapped.

"Hi," Andromeda said reluctantly,

"Sorry, she is out of place at these things." Bellatrix said.

"No worries." Rita smiled,

"Here, come meet my cousins." As they walked away Bellatrix pointed out certain people to Rita.

"Regulus!" Bellatrix called when she saw him lurking in the shadows, "This is Rita," "Rita this is my little cousin Regulus."

"Nice to meet you Regulus, you look handsome!" Rita smiled, Regulus blushed,

"It's nice to meet you as well, Bellatrix talked about you for an hour in the drawing room." He said quietly, Bellatrix and Rita laughed,

"Where is Sirius?"

Regulus shrugged, "Who knows." Bellatrix mentally cursed herself, Andromeda could be trusted to be left alone at these things, even she wasn't that stupid, but Sirius couldn't.

"Oh, Merlin, Mother will have my head if he does something!" Bellatrix whispered. She liked it much better when the gatherings were at her Aunt and Uncle's because she wasn't responsible for everyone then. Next year all the celebrations would be at their manor.

Bellatrix looked around for Sirius with Rita before she found him talking with Molly Prewett. She was in 5th year and dating Arthur Weasley.

"Sirius!" Bellatrix said walking over to them, Sirius rolled his eyes,

"What?" He said,

"I've been looking for you for at least 10 minutes!"

"So?"

Bellatrix sighed, and looked Molly up and down before scoffing. She grabbed Sirius's hand and pulled him away.

"Hey! Let go!"

She pulled him into a corner, forgetting Rita was following behind.

"You wouldn't speak with her! She is with a Weasley! Are you aiming to be a blood traitor?" Bellatrix hissed, her nails dug into Sirius's arm.

"OW! STOP IT!" He said, she let go, Rita cleared her throat,

"OOO is that your girlfriend?" He jeered, Bellatrix almost smacked him, she would've if Rita wasn't there, and she would later.

"Stop being such a brat!" She hissed, she cleared her throat and turned to Rita, "He has behavioral issues." She said,

"Do not!"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "Rita, this is Sirius, my least favorite cousin."

"Yea, I know I'm your least favorite from all the times Mother and Father have had you cr-" Bellatrix cut him off with a sharp slap, she grabbed his ear,

"We do not speak of what happens in our home!" She hissed so low only he could hear it. Bellatrix let him go and walked away with Rita,

"What was he saying?" Rita asked,

"Nothing, he was lying. He just wants attention. Little prick." Bellatrix said, "Come on, lets-"

"Bellatrix!" a voice cut her off, she stopped in her tracks and the blood drained from her face, she turned to find Orion walking up to them, Bellatrix stepped in front of Rita.

"Uncle Orion." She curtseyed,

"Who is your friend?"

"This is Rita Uncle. She is my door mate."

"Ah, so you must see Bellatrix in all states?" He said, no one else would see this as suggestive, but Bellatrix knew better, and Orion was slightly drunk,

"Come, Bellatrix, Rita, I'd like you to meet some friends."

"Actually Uncle-"

"That wasn't a question." he said taking Bellatrix's arm and leading her towards a group of other Wizards.

"Gentlemen, this is my niece, Bellatrix and her friend, Rita. Bellatrix, this is Mr. Selwyn," he pointed to a bald man, "Mr. Bruke," a man in blue, "and Mr. Rowle" a short man with red cheeks. They all smelled of fire whiskey and Bellatrix fought the urge to gag.

"Isn't she a pretty one," Mr Burke said looking her up and down, Bellatrix averted her eyes and tried to shield Rita more,

"What have I told you about looking people in the eyes Bellatrix!" Orion snapped, Bellatrix flinched but looked up,

"She is growing into herself nicely." Mr. Selwyn said,

"Thank you sir." She said,

"Your friend, Rita? Is that her name? Oh, come here girl, quit hiding." Mr. Rowle said, he reached for Rita,

Bellatrix felt a surge of anger. No. They wouldn't look at Rita, wouldn't touch her, Rita was her friend, her guest and she wouldn't have it. Without thinking she pulled out her wand and cursed him. It was a simple hex, really, it was small, just a stinging jinx, but it was enough to make him recoil. Bellatrix pushed Rita back,

"Go," She said,

"Trix-"

"GO!" She shouted, it was loud enough in the room that no one noticed anything amiss, Rita left and Bellatrix knew she had screwed up.

Mr. Rowle straightened. "Get a mussel on that bitch Orion!" He said,

"I am so sorry Jackson, trust she will be punished." Orion grabbed Bellatrix's arm and pulled her out of the room.

"Silencio." he cast a silencing charm around the office he pulled her in before locking the door.

"You stupid, stupid girl." He said, his voice low and dangerous. Bellatrix wouldn't cry or scream this much she had decided.

"Do you know how much you just embarrassed me? The whole family!" he said, his voice raising, "YOU STUPID GIRL!" He screamed, "CRUCIO!"

All ideas of not screaming or crying abandoned Bellatrix immediately, she fell to the floor convulsing and wailing. She screamed, and cried, it was pain she had only felt twice before, once at her father's hand, and once before and Orion's. All Bellatrix could think about was Rita as he crucioed her. Was she safe? Would she be blamed? Was she mad at Bellatrix?

The other times she was crucioed she felt shame, she was mad at herself for making a mistake, but now, she felt no shame, and she was mad, furious, but not with herself, she was furious with Rowle and Orion, she wanted them to feel pain and discomfort like they had caused for her.

She lost track of time. Orion left her in the room on the floor at some point, tears streamed down her face, her skin burned from rolling on the carpet. Her hair was un done and in knots. Her dress was ripped and the sleeves were falling off, she wondered distantly if she had blacked out. She cried harder and screamed, she screamed until her throat was raw. She curled into herself and cried, everything hurt. She was mad, so mad. She wanted vengeance.

She eventually picked herself up and went to her room, she didn't know the time. She went to her bathroom and got in the shower, not even taking her clothes off. She turned the water on as hot as it went and scrubbed her body, she scrubbed so hard she was raw and bleeding more but she still felt dirty. She just wanted his hands to come off her. Bellatrix made up her mind, no one would ever know. She pulled out her wand and drew a line from her temple, the memory of what had happened. She put it in a jar and locked it away in her room.

A part of Bellatrix died that night, a part of her good nature and kindness. Little did she know, much more would be taken from her.

Chapter 11: First year, 1962- Aftermath

Summary:

A lot of Black family trauma and drama

Chapter Text

December 25th 1962,

"BELLATRIX BLACK! GET UP NOW!" Her mother's voice screamed, it was mid-day and Bellatrix hadn't moved from her bed, her hair still wet and matted, she was still bleeding. Countless jinxes and curses had been fired at her, but she wouldn't move, couldn't move really. She barely registered her mother's voice.

"FINE!" Her mother stormed out, not long after she returned with Cygnus.

"Bellatrix, get up." He said, his voice low and dangerous, "Now."

Bellatrix was in her own world, she didn't know what was going on around her. Cygnus grabbed her arm and pulled her out of bed, still she remained limp. He dragged her to the office and put her on a chair, "Where were you last night? You disappeared after Rita showed up," "You know, Sirius caused quite a stir, he set off a dungbomb, do you know how he got that?"

Bellatrix remained un-responsive, "You've given me no choice Bellatrix, Crucio." While her body reacted, her mind didn't, she screamed and curled inwards, but mentally she wasn't there. The pain stopped, "Now, where were you?" Bellatrix didn't say anything, not out of defiance, she just couldn't.

"Druella, get Andromeda and Narcissa!"

Druella brought her sisters in, "Bella, please just tell them!" Andromeda begged, her mother fired a stinging jinx at her, "Quiet!"

"Did it have to do with Rita?" Cygnus asked, at this a part of Bellatrix returned,

"No, it wasn't her." Bellatrix said absently,

"Then where were you?" Cygnus pressed. Fire rose in Bellatrix's veins, anger clouded her mind.

"ASK YOUR BROTHER!" Bellatrix screamed, then she was spent, she began to shake and cry,

"INSOLENCE!" Her mother shrieked and fired a jinx, Cygnus sat back in his chair,

"Crucio," he said, almost bored, Bellatrix braced herself for the pain, but it didn't come, instead she heard Andromeda's screams,

"STOP STOP PLEASE!" Andromeda screamed, she was crying, somehow she had developed the ability to speak through the pain,

Bellatrix folded immediately, "I fired a jinx at Mr. Rowle, Uncle Orion punished me, I went to my room after." Bellatrix said, she didn't remember it well,

"And you think this is acceptable? An excuse perhaps?" Cygnus asked,

"No sir," Bellatrix said,

"Well, let's not bother Orion with this further, Druella, take Andromeda and Narcissa out, they are to stay in their rooms."

Druella grabbed the girls and led them out,

"This is unacceptable Bellatrix,"

"Yes, Father. I apologize, it won't happen again."

Cygnus thought for a moment, "I think I had better see what happened myself." Bellatrix felt a clawing at her mind as her father sifted through her memories, last night played back for her, how Rowle reached for Rita, how she jinxed him, all of it. Bellatrix pushed the punishment to the front of her mind, hoping to shield anything to do with Rita from her father.

When he was satisfied he stood up, "I think you have been punished sufficiently. You will go to your room and you will not come out until you return to Hogwarts. You are dismissed."

Bellatrix stood and left, she shut herself in her room. She didn't scream or cry, she just fell to the floor.

Chapter 12: First year, 1963- I know places,

Summary:

Back to school

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

January 5th, 1963,

The new year had come and Bellatrix stood on the train platform with her father. Neither said a word.

She got on the train, there were no good byes, nothing. All Bellatrix thought about was Rita, she had been spared from any fault, but Bellatrix wasn't sure she'd be that lucky next time. She knew she ought to keep Rita at arms length, but she also knew she would never be able to.

"TRIX! OH THANK MERLIN!" Rita threw open the carriage door and practically threw herself at Bellatrix. Bellatrix held her back, inhaling the sent of her hair, cinnamon and parchment. Rita pulled back and cupped Bellatrix's face in her hands, for the first time since the ball, Bellatrix smiled, she didn't think Rita would be able to fix her so easily, but she had. "Are you okay?"

Bellatrix took a breath and decided to lie, "I'm alright Rita,"

"I didn't see you for the rest of the night, and I didn't hear from you!"

"I know, I was sent to my room and forbidden from contacting anyone." It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a complete lie, "I'm alright now Rita," That was partially true, with Rita, Bellatrix was alright.

 

****

January 10th, 1963,

Five days later, and it was Friday.

"I want something big, it's been too long since our last edition and we're halfway through the year, even submissions have slowed down." Rita said, she was laying across Bellatrix's bed, her feet in the air as she scribbled furiously with her favorite quill, the one Bellatrix gave her.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "The reason submissions have slowed down is because we just got off break, nothing new has happened yet. Give it a week, I'm sure new wounds will be made and old ones re-opened."

Rita sighed, "You came so far. Two weeks with your family and BOOM, you're back to talking like it's the middle ages."

"Give me a break," Bellatrix muttered, just then Alecto and Eliza burst in.

"RITA! BELLATRIX! GEUSS WHAT!" Eliza squealed, Rita sprung up from where she was and rushed over,

"OMG WHAT?!" She responded, equally excited.

"MOLLY PREWETT IS PREGNANT! WITH ARTHUR WEASLEY'S BABY!"

"How do you even know that?" Bellatrix asked,

"I heard her crying to her friend in the bathroom." Alecto answered,

"Why is every 5th year getting pregnant this year?" Bellatrix sighed,

"No clue, but it will make a great article! Eliza, write this down,"

****

January 11th 1963,

The next day was saturday and also the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so it was perfect for delivering the article. Even better, both Molly and Arthur were on the Gryffindor team.

Everyone was packed into the stands, Slytherins and Ravenclaws were on one side, all holding banners with snakes and such; Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs were on the other side. Somehow Ravenclaw and Slytherin had formed a sort of alliance while Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had done the same.

Bellatrix had set the enchantment, when everyone was on the pitch after Slytherin won (Because the Gryffindor team sucked), cannons that were supposed to shoot confetti would shoot the articles.

"Do we have to watch the whole thing?" Bellatrix asked, she had been avoiding having to watch any quidditch games because she absolutely hated them. They were just really bloody annoying and loud. "YES! You haven't come to any of the games with me, and they are so fun to watch!" Rita said over the roar of the crowd, already Bellatrix regretted every choice that had led her to this moment, but it was for Rita, so she would suck it up.

"Fine," She sat back and cast a muffling spell so the noise was diminished.

Rita was big quidditch fan, though she'd never want to play, Eliza was more interested in the players, but Alecto actually wanted to try out for the team in second year. Bellatrix was sure she'd make it, Alecto was strong and fast, her brother also wanted to try out, he was just as good, the two would make good beaters, at least that's what Rita said, Bellatrix wasn't really sure how the game worked.

After about 15 minutes Slytherin was up 100-0, the seeker, Mallon Avery (4th year, sacred 28) was searching for the snitch. Rudolphus Lestrange (4th year sacred 28) was a chaser along with Mason Fallon (5th year pureblood) and Every Harrison (3rd year pureblood). This years beaters were 2 7th years, Asher Droight and Edward Murphy; the keeper was Anne Tamion. Bellatrix didn't know any of the Gryffindor players other than Arthur who was the keeper, and Molly who was a chaser.

The game went on for 20 more minutes before Mallon got the snitch and Slytherin won (350-20). Everyone had come down to the pitch to celebrate and the cannons went off. Scrolls flew up in the air followed by pink and blue confetti, just for an extra bite. Students began catching them and reading them.

 

Long story short

Welcome back! Did you miss us?

Long story short, we have another bastard baby in 5th year! Molly Prewett is pregnant with Arthur Weasley's baby! Maybe the kid will be as horrid a quidditch player as their parents! So tell us, boy or girl? I bet they had a nice break.

Xoxo, Quillkillers,

 

Molly was crying as Arthur comforted her, some Gryffindors were yelling about the injustice, Bellatrix, Rita, Eliza, and Alecto all stood together. Bellatrix looked up and saw Dumbledore staring straight at the group, she quickly told them all to grab a letter and act shocked.

 

****

After the match Bellatrix and Rita went to the library while the other girls went off somewhere else.

"Ms. Black," Bellatrix froze and turned to find Dumbledore walking up to them, she put on her perfected fake smile,

"Headmaster, what a pleasure," She said

"Ah, I wish it were, however considering the current events... It's caused quite a stir. Wouldn't you agree?"

Bellatrix smiles and looked as innocent as possible, "It is unfortunate,"

"You wouldn't know anything about this? Either of you?" He looked at Rita who stood slightly behind Bellatrix,

"Not at all Professor, but if you are stuck, I'm sure the Black section of the library holds plenty of information. Sir." Bellatrix said, Dumbledore smiled,

"Of course Ms. Black, good day." He said, Bellatrix-1 Dumbledore-0,

"How did you do that?" Rita asked as they sat down, Bellatrix shrugged,

"When in doubt throw money in their face," Bellatrix said.

The girls worked on their potions essay for the rest of the day before going back to their dorm.

 

"Trix?" Rita whispered as they lay side by side in her bed.

"Yea?"

"What happened with your Uncle? Really."

Bellatrix tensed,

"It's okay Trix, you can trust me." Rita sat up,

"It's really a blur, but he hurt me, he used a few curses and then-" Bellatrix stopped, she was on the verge of tears, she had worked hard to suppress the memories of that night. "And then, he sent me to my room and told my parents." Bellatrix finished after steadying herself. Rita hugged her closer,

"I'm so sorry Trix." She murmured. It wasn't all of what happened, and maybe one day Bellatrix would tell Rita everything, but not this year.

"If you ever need somewhere to go, or need someone or thing, I know places you can hide, and I'll find you if you want me to."

Bellatrix let a tear fall, "Thank you Rita."

Notes:

SORRY THIS ONE IS KINDA SHORT! also school starts tmr so I will probably only be uploading like sundays, maybe wednesdays as well.

Chapter 13: First year, 1963- When you say I seem angry I get more angry

Notes:

sorry in advance!

Chapter Text

February 1st 1963,

Bellatrix tried to keep Rita at arm's length, she really did. It was to protect Rita, to save her from Bellatrix's family. But Bellatrix wasn't that selfless, she wanted Rita, and she couldn't just stop being friends with Rita, if anything it would hurt her more.

"Trix!" Rita said rushing up to Bellatrix after potions,

"Hey," Bellatrix said,

"What class is next?"

Bellatrix sighed. "Ya know, after half a year of school one would think you'd have memorized our schedule,"

"Why would I do that when you do it for me!" Rita nudged Bellatrix playfully,

"Defense against the dark arts."

"Ugh, I hate that class!"

"What? How it's so much fun!"

"Well, the class is fine, but I hate professor Shook."

"Why?"

"She is so mean!"

"No, you just don't listen." Bellatrix scoffed, "She is perfectly sweet to me."

"That's because you're a suck up."

"Am not!"

"You totally are! You're always like 'oh Professor Shook, you look so pretty! Oh Professor I did it! Oh Professor please marry me and have my babies!' That's you all the time!" Rita teased

Bellatrix rolled her eyes but blushed, "She is a good teacher..." Bellatrix murmured,

Professor Shook was young, maybe 25? She had long brown straight hair, and hazel eyes. She had very pointed features and fair skin. She was small, maybe only an inch taller than Bellatrix, most of all, she was smart and pretty, and she kept a hold of the class. At the beginning of the year, students would act up because she was young, but after many detentions and extra work they realized she was insanely strict. Bellatrix respected her for this, even admired her.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you had a crush." Rita said,

Bellatrix looked down and laughed, secretly she wondered if that's what it was. But she brushed it off as admiration. It was totally normal to want to cry when she got yelled at by Professor Shook, because she wanted to impress her, she wanted her to think Bellatrix was amazing. So what if she was jealous when Professor Shook admired other students, and of course she got upset when students disobeyed her. It was perfectly normal. Just like her jealousy and possessiveness over Rita was normal. It had gotten worse since Christmas. Bellatrix wanted Rita as close as possible all the time, and she hated when Rita was with other people.

They arrived at the classroom and entered.

"Welcome students! Take your seats!" Professor Shook said. Her hair was pulled into a half up half down, Bellatrix would have to try that later.

Bellatrix and Rita sat at the front of the class.

"Today we are working on defensive spells!" Professor Shook said,

"Yea, no shit sherlock, it's defense against the dark arts." A student behind Bellatrix muttered, Bellatrix turned around and glared at the girl,

"shut it you filthy mudblood." Bellatrix hissed, the girl looked embarrassed and Bellatrix turned around.

"There are many kinds of defensive spells, and today we will learn 'Protegeo', this spell will shield minor hexes and jinxes, now follow my wand motion."

After she showed everyone the correct motion she told them to all practice as she walked around the room and corrected students. She got to Bellatrix and Rita at last,

"Very good Rita, perfect." She turned to Bellatrix, "Oh, no you're too stiff, loosen up."

"What?" Bellatrix asked, genuinely confused,

"Relax, you need to let the movement be fluid"

Bellatrix tried again,

"Slow down and relax, you are so tense Bellatrix, honestly!" She said, Bellatrix wanted to cry or scream or both. Professor Shook took Bellatrix's arms, "ok now rest your arms completely,"

Bellatrix rested her arms and Professor Shook moved them, for her, "Feel how loose this is, that is what I want."

She was so close, her skin was cool and soft, and her hair smelled like lavender. Bellatrix felt hot,

"Got it?"

"yes, Thanks," Bellatrix said, her voice was breathy.

Professor Shook stepped away and returned to the front of the class.

"Ok, I'm sure you can all do a simple hair growth jinx. Partner up and take turns jinxing each-other as the other deflects."

****

For the first time, Rita actually managed to hit her with a jinx. Her hair grew down to the floor and she almost tripped on it before she was able to perform the counter jinx. After that, Rita didn't manage to hit her again.

After DADA they went to lunch.

"I actually hit her, I mean her hair grew so long!" Rita exclaimed to Eliza who had missed DADA because she was at the nurse,

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and smiled, "Well it will be the first, last, and only time that happens."

Rita waved her off, "Yea yea, but it was so cool!"

****

History of magic was boring as ever, Rita basically slept through it. Next they had flying.

Funny enough, Rita was terrified of heights, she was great on a broom, as long as she didn't look down. Bellatrix was a natural,

"Honestly Trix, you should sign up for Quidditch next year!" Rita said,

"No way, I dont want to, and anyway my mother would flip, according to her quidditch is a boy's game." Bellatrix said, they were in the air just doing laps. Rita looked down for a second and screamed. She closed her eyes and nearly fell off but Bellatrix caught her.

Bellatrix pulled Rita onto her broom before flying the both of them down to get Rita's.

"Honestly, how can you be so good at flying and be terrified of heights." Bellatrix said,

"It is a perfectly rational fear thank you very much. Aren't you afraid of anything?" Rita asked. Bellatrix thought for a moment, there wasn't anything Bellatrix was scared of, not really.

"I don't think so. I guess failure?" Bellatrix answered as they remounted their brooms and took off again.

"Are you scared of failure or what would happen if you failed?" Rita asked,

"Both probably." Bellatrix shrugged.

****

March 1st, 1963,

Bellatrix had spent the past month studying for end of year exams, they weren't until June, but Bellatrix didn't mind, after-all first years didn't have many privileges. Their gossip page had released 4 new editions, almost one a week, and they were preparing for their next one.

"It needs to be big!" Rita said, Bellatrix didn't even look up from her book,

"You say that every time." Bellatrix said,

"Well, it needs to be big every time!"

"That's what she said," Eliza said,

"What does that even mean?" Bellatrix asked,

"I'm not sure, but all the older kids say it anytime someone says something about big or hard or wet, or really anything." Eliza said, Bellatrix rolled her eyes

Rita was looking through the submissions of gossip and trying to decide which ones were credible.

So far, Dumbledore hadn't bothered them since that library incident, but Bellatrix often caught him staring at her or Rita, especially whenever a new edition released.

"We need to be more careful." Bellatrix said abruptly, everyone froze.

"What? Why? We've been doing fine." Eliza said, Bellatrix shot a meaningful glance and Rita and sighed.

"A while ago, Dumbledore came up to Rita and I. He knows we're behind it, or suspects it, but most likely knows and is just waiting to prove it's us."

"What?! Why didn't you say anything?" Eliza asked, getting up,

"I didn't want to worry anyone, and frankly I didn't think it would go on this long." Bellatrix shrugged,

"How does he know?" Alecto asked,

"No clue, he just does." Bellatrix replied,

"What do we do?" Eliza asked,

"Well, we could either stop, or be super careful, or take a break for a little, make him think we've stopped." Bellatrix said, Rita deflated at this, she clearly expected Bellatrix to have a plan. Bellatrix sucked in a sharp breath, she didn't want Rita to be upset.

"I mean, we could blackmail him." Bellatrix said, she was panicked slightly and she didn't mean this whole-heartedly, she just wanted Rita to still like her. As expected, Rita brightened, and Bellatrix thought she would do everything to make that happen all the time.

"TRIX! YOU'RE LIKE AN EVIL GENIUS! IT'S INSANE, BUT PERFECT!" Rita was practically bursting with joy.

Bellatrix wondered what she was getting herself into. At what point would she stop, where would she draw the line, could she if Rita was on the other side of it?

 

March 15th 1963,

"And so, with that you are all dismissed, enjoy the weekend." Professor Shook dismissed them, as everyone filed Professor Shook asked Bellatrix to stay behind.

"Do you want me to stay behind?" Rita whispered, Bellatrix shook her head no.

"Yes Professor?" Bellatrix asked approaching her desk.

"Sit, please." She motioned for a chair, "Tea?"

"No thank you."

"Right, well, I have some concerns about you."

Bellatrix tensed at this. What had she done wrong? She was always respectful, she always did her work, she got excellent marks. So what had gone wrong.

"Have I done something Professor?" Bellatrix asked distressed,

"No, nothing you've done. I'm worried about you. You seem tense, and scared. I'm not sure what's happening, but it's concerning."

Bellatrix was offended by this, there wasn't anything wrong with her, she wasn't broken. She wasn't scared, she gritted her teeth.

"I'm not broken." Bellatrix said indignantly,

"I never said you were."

Bellatrix took a breath and glared at the Professor. "May I go?" She asked, tense.

Professor Shook sighed in defeat, "Yes, go." She resigned. Bellatrix walked to the door, "If you need something Bellatrix, I'm here." She said, Bellatrix gritted her teeth.

"I don't need help." She bit out. She left, letting the door slam behind her. Her jaw was clenched. How dare she? What makes her think Bellatrix needs anything, from anyone. Least of all her. She didn't find Professor Shook pretty anymore, or smart. She felt nothing for the teacher that had been her favorite other than hate. Why would she think Bellatrix had something wrong with her!

On a deeper level that Bellatrix didn't acknowledge, she was upset, she was insecure, and she felt like a failure.

*****

"I HATE HER!" Bellatrix screamed and used her wand to send another glass smashing into the wall of her dorm. There was no one there, and no one would be there, they were all in class, as she was supposed to be, but she was in a rage. Bellatrix had cast a silencing spell over the dorm. She screamed, it was raw and angry. She felt everything she kept down, her sadness, her fear, her anger, all of it. She remembered christmas, all the pain, and anger, she remembered the way she felt when Rita took Eliza's idea. every bad thing she experienced, she felt.

She didn't register anything but the blood rushing in her ears and the pounding of her heart. She didn't notice when her hands bled, or when her throat was so raw she began coughing, or when she fell to the ground in the broken glass, or when she started crying, or when Rita walked in.

"Trix? TRIX!" Rita rushed to her side, ignoring the glass. She grasped Bellatrix, who was sobbing, in her arms. "Bellatrix, shhh it's ok, you're ok, I'm here." Rita whispered as she pet her hair. Bellatrix grasped Rita back and heaved. She wasn't quite sure what was happening, but she felt like she was going to die.

Rita continued to hold Bellatrix until her grip slackened and she stopped hyperventilating, it was only then that Rita let go. She began to pick up the glass as Bellatrix just sat there, staring at the wall. Then she went and got a rag, she cleaned the cuts on Bellatrix from the glass. Bellatrix still sat, unresponsive. Rita tried to lift Bellatrix and carry her, it didn't work very well, but Rita was able to get Bellatrix onto the bed.

Bellatrix was tired, so tired, and it hurt, everything hurt, her chest especially.

"Should I get someone?" Rita asked, Bellatrix looked up at her and she panicked at this.

"NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" She began to scream again, Rita recoiled.

"ok, ok I won't get anyone. I'll stay right here with you." Rita said, Bellatrix calmed, she exhaled, and again, she was gone. Rita climbed into the bed and wrapped her arms around Bellatrix.

*****

March 16th 1962, Midnight

Bellatrix woke up with a horrible pain in her throat. She jolted upright and gasped.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Rita said, she sat up and took Bellatrix's face in her hands,

Bellatrix blinked in confusion, she wondered what had happened, she was vaguely aware that she had gone into a rage, but she didn't remember Rita.

"What-" She tried, her voice was hoarse and her throat hurt.

"Here," Rita said, she handed Bellatrix a glass of water. Bellatrix swallowed the water and tried again,

"What did I do?" She whispered,

"I came in, and you were on the floor, surrounded in broken glass and crying, I cleaned it up and got you to bed. I'm not sure what happened, you didn't come to our lesson after DADA so I came to check on you. What happened in that meeting?" Rita's voice was soothing and soft.

"Did I hurt you?" Bellatrix asked,

"No, no. I'm okay Trix." Rita said, Bellatrix nodded,

"I hate her." Bellatrix said,

"Who?"

"Professor Shook."

"Oh Trix," Rita hugged Bellatrix who began crying again, "what did she say to you?"

"She said that I was broken-" Bellatrix said as warm tears fell on her cheeks,

"Oh Trix, You're not broken. You're not even a little broken, I promise."

"I don't think she likes me anymore."

"Well I do, and that won't ever change."

Bellatrix faced Rita. Her blonde hair glowed in the moonlight. "Promise?" Bellatrix whispered,

"Promise." Rita answered.

Bellatrix fell into her friend's arms, and she felt safe.

Chapter 14: First year, 1963- Even in my worst times, you saw the best in me

Chapter Text

March 16th 1963,

Bellatrix woke up, Rita was holding her, it was light outside, no one was in the dorm.

"Trix?" Rita asked, seeing Bellatrix was awake,

"Yea." Bellatrix sat up, "What time is it?"

"12. Everyone else went outside. They are by the black lake."

Bellatrix nodded and stood up. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, her throat still hurt.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rita asked when she came back, Bellatrix stopped. She wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about it.

"I remember parts of it, I remember being angry, and throwing things." Bellatrix said, she looked around and found no evidence of her melt down.

"I cleaned it all and then repaired the glasses. You were bleeding a little, but I don't think you are anymore." Rita said, Bellatrix saw scratches on her hands and nodded.

"Thanks." She said, no she didn't want to talk about it. "did you tell anyone?"

"No, I just told the teachers and our friends that you were sick. I cleared you once you fell asleep, then I came back." Rita said,

"Okay." Bellatrix said, she began to dress.

"Do you remember what I said?" Rita asked. Bellatrix did, she remembered Rita telling her she wasn't broken, that she would always like her, and nothing would change. Bellatrix nodded.

****

Bellatrix and Rita went to the black lake that day and spent the day with their friends, Bellatrix zoned out most of the time. She sat still and didn't really register what was happening, everything felt buzzy, and fake.

****

April 1st, 1963,

"Happy April fools!" Rita said, she placed a paper fish on Bellatrix's back. Bellatrix tried to remove it, but it didn't come off,

"What is that?"

"Sticking charm! It'll wear off at the end of the day don't worry."

"Why?"

"Poisson D'Avril! Isn't that a french thing? Aren't you french?" Rita said,

"Yea, but this has never happened to me." Bellatrix said craning her neck to see the fake fish,

"Ok, that's because your family doesn't know the meaning of fun or joy." Rita said playfully, Bellatrix laughed,

"Who told you about this tradition?" Bellatrix asked,

"I looked it up! I wanted to know more about you, and you're french, sooo." Rita shrugged,

"Ok, well, anything that seems any bit of fun, I have never partaken in, and neither has my family." Bellatrix said, she was smiling,

"Well, now you can!" Rita said,

Bellatrix walked around the rest of the day with a fish on her back, wondering how this had happened. Had it been anyone else she would've cursed them and ripped the fish off, but it wasn't anyone, it was Rita.

 

****

April 12th 1963,

"Okay, so I heard that David Clark, the beater on the Gryffindor team sabotaged Regina Brook's Broom! That's the only reason Gryffindor won the match against Ravenclaw." Rita said,

It was after classes and the girls were in the dorm working on their next edition of the Gossip page.

"That makes sense because their team has been on a major losing streak, and Ravenclaw has been doing great." Alecto said. Bellatrix did not understand quidditch at all so she just nodded.

"Ok, so Eliza, put that in with the thing about Benjamin cheating on the test." Rita said as she flipped through the submissions.

"I have an idea for distribution this time." Bellatrix said, "What if we made it so that any time someone walked out of their common room an article would drop." Bellatrix said,

"That's good, but how? You can't be there every time someone goes into one of the common rooms."

"Good, point. I'll work on that for next time. Ok, so what if we had it come up with dinner, like on the plates." Bellatrix said, "As long as I figured out how the food appears I can get the letters to come the same way."

"Love it," Rita said.

The girls worked for the next few days on the article.

****

April 18th 1963,

Dinner came that day with a surprise. It was their longest article yet.

 

Long story short,

Hey everyone!

So, we have updates. Remember that first article? Well, Juliana Nott has got rid of the baby. Her and Alexander have called it quits. Sorry, but it seems like her blood status is more important that her mudblood boyfriend.
Meanwhile, Molly and Arthur have decided to get married before the baby comes. Any names picked out yet?
Now for the new, Benjamin Green cheated on his potions exam, we all know he couldn't get more than an Poor on that, an Outstanding was pushing it. Honestly, if you're cheating be smart about it. Pick a struggle, you can't be book dumb and street dumb. Gryffindor's losing streak was broken in their recent win against Ravenclaw, but a little snitch told me David Clark sabotaged Regina Brook's broom!
And to finish, we have some intel about a teacher! Professor Shook was seen at the hog's head with some shady figure! Is it a lover? A drug dealer? Or is she plotting something sinister? What do you think?

As always, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You never know who you can trust...

Xoxo Quillkillers.

 

Bellatrix turned to Rita wide eyed,

"You didn't say anything about Professor Shook!" Bellatrix whispered,

Rita shrugged, "It's not true, I made it up. She doesn't get to do that to you and get away with it." Rita said, Bellatrix wasn't sure whether she was offended or grateful, "Don't worry about it Trix, she deserved it."

Grateful, Bellatrix decided she was grateful, "Remind me to hug you later." Bellatrix said, Rita smiled.

The article created a big stir, a Ravenclaw and Gryffindor student got into a fight, they started firing jinxes from across the great hall. Benjamin was told to go to Slughorn's office, and Professor Shook was having a heated argument with McGonagall.

Dumbledore tried to calm everyone with little success. The biggest issue for him with Long story short was that it was always true, so it's not like he could say it was all fake, because it never was, and everyone's reactions always confirmed them. He had his suspicions of course, but no proof.

 

April 30th 1963,

Since their article, Benjamin had been given 3 months detention and failed the exam, David Clark had been banned from the quidditch team, and Gryffindor had been eliminated from the cup. Professor Shook had disappeared, no one knew if she had been fired or if she had quit.

Their new DADA teacher was Professor Sallow. He was a man in his mid 40s, blue eyes, black hair. He was a Slytherin, Bellatrix liked him quite a bit, he was strict and smart, but not attractive in the way Shook had been. It was a good thing, Bellatrix didn't have trouble focusing, and she didn't worry about him liking her as much.

Bellatrix didn't see Dumbledore ever after that point, not even at meals. Everything was good. Her and Rita had a blast, they hung out, and told each other secrets, and played chess, which Bellatrix always won. Even when there was nothing to do or say they were together, just enjoying each other.

 

May 10th, 1963,

Exams were in less than a month, and Bellatrix had been studying since February, she was prepared and ready. Her friends had just begun studying, trying to cram the last nine months of learning into 20 days. Exams were from June 1st through the 4th. They had been given their schedule that morning.

June 1st- Transfiguration 9-10, Charms 1-2

June 2nd- Herbology 9-10, Potions 1-2

June 3rd- DADA 9-11, History of magic 1-2

June 4th- Flying 1-2, Astronomy 11pm-12

They had plenty of breaks and then another week of school before they returned home on the 12th.

"I'm going to fail everything!" Eliza said, the girls were in the library revising for Transfiguration, well Bellatrix was helping them revise, she had it all down.

"No you're not." Bellatrix said, "Try again, like this." She flicked her wand and turned the flower into a wood music box.

Eliza tried again, but her music box crumpled as it was made of petals, she groaned. Rita had succeeded in turning her flower into a china music box with floral print, it was good enough. Alecto was still trying to make the music box play music.

This is how the week had gone, after lessons the girls would all go to the library to study, Bellatrix studied between helping them. She liked helping them, it was nice to know more and be able to feel needed. She enjoyed leaning over Rita while she worked on enchantments, positioning her arms correctly and telling her exactly what to say. It felt good.

Most nights the girls stayed till madame Pince shooed them away, then they went back to their dorm and studied some more.

****

May 14th 1963,

"Students, as you all know end of year exams are coming up, you are all about to enter your second year, I am giving you all the forms for the new classes you will be able to take next year, the deadline for submitting these is June 13th, but you should turn them in as soon as possible. The minimum is 1 new class, but I encourage you all to take more, and please, don't take a class just because your friends are going to." Professor Slughorn, head of Slytherin, began to hand out the forms. There were many classes to choose from, and next year flying wasn't a requirement.

Trelawney- Divination
Ferox- Care of magical creatures
Flint- Ancient ruins
Pittman- Arithmancy
Rosehill- Flying
Parshin- Muggle studies
Jackson- Ancient Studies
Taven- Art
Lomin- Field studies
Sapper- Ghoul studies
Huggos- Magical theory
Waller- Muggle art
Lee- Muggle Music
Raxon- Music
Carpenter- Xylomancy
Maddin- Alchemy

"What will you take?" Rita asked,

"Not sure, definitely not muggle studies though." Bellatrix said,

"Yea, no." Rita agreed,

"Class dismissed," Slughorn said, everyone began to pack.

****

Back in the dorm the girls were all talking about which classes to take.

"I think I'm going to take muggle studies." Eliza said,

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, Eliza shrugged,

"Might be interesting, or at least an easy grade." She said,

"I'm going to take flying and that's it." Alecto said,

"Well, I'm dropping flying." Bellatrix said,

"What? Why? You're so good at it! Like, I'm dropping it but I'm awful." Rita said,

"Yea, but I don't intend to do more with it and I don't care for it." Bellatrix said,

"Agreed." Eliza said,

"Well, I'm going to turn my form into Slughorn." Alecto said as she left.

"I'm going to take Arithmancy and Ancient Ruins for sure." Bellatrix mused, "Nothing muggle." She looked back at her list and crossed out what she wasn't doing,

"I don't want to do Xylomancy."

"what is that?" Rita asked,

"Divination but with wood." Bellatrix answered,

"I want to do art, will you do it with me Trix?"

"sure. We could do music as well."

"Ok."

"I'm doing care of magical creatures and field studies." Rita said,

"I'll do care of magical creatures as well," Eliza said,

"I think I'll pick field studies," Bellatrix said. "Ok, so I'm doing Ancient ruins, Arithmancy, Alchemy, Art, Music, and field studies." Bellatrix said after she filled out the forms for those classes,

"I'll do Care of magical creatures, Muggle studies and Ghoul studies." Eliza said,

"I think I want to do Care of magical creatures, Art, Music, and field studies." Rita filled out her forms.

"alright, let's go give Slughorn our forms." Eliza said when they had all finished picking their classes.

*****

"Mrs. Black, come in."

"I have my forms for you Professor Slughorn."

"Ah, wonderful." He took the forms and looked them over. "Six classes?"

"Yes Sir,"

"Well, unfortunately some of these classes over lap... " He said,

"Oh..."

"no worries, we'll just get you approved for a time turner." He said, "I trust you are familiar with them?"

"Yes of course Sir."

"Wonderful, I'll speak with the headmaster and the ministry and let you know. Is that all?"

"Yes sir."

"Well then you're dismissed."

Bellatrix left feeling giddy, she hoped her parents would approve of the classes she chose, she would send them an owl with her decisions later that day.

****

Bellatrix sent her parents an owl that day, all that was left was to wait for either a response saying that it was acceptable, or a howler calling her a failure. She hoped it was the first.

Chapter 15: First year, 1963- Exams

Notes:

Ok, so we have some fan casts! yay, also did yall know that Helena Bonham Carter (Bellatrix) and Miranda Richardson (Rita) both played in Merlin 1998. Helena was Morgan le Fay and Miranda was the lady of the lake. So while they probably never met during Harry Potter, they could have in Merlin.
ANYWAY fan casts
Bellatrix- Winona Ryder.
Rita- Kim walker
Eliza- China Anne McClain
Alecto- Isabelle Fuhrman
Druella- Michelle Pfeiffer
Cygnus- Johny Depp
Walburga- Eva Green
Orion- Sharlto Copey
Regulus- Timothe Chalomet
Sirius- Tomas Doherty
Narcissa- Dove Cameron
Andromeda- Kiera knightly
I have more for like everyone but I won't make you all read that

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

June 1st, 1963,

"I'm going to hurl." Rita said,

"No you're not." Bellatrix replied

"No, I think I am this time for real." Rita said, Bellatrix rolled her eyes. They were waiting outside the transfiguration classroom to be called in for their magical exam.

"I totally failed the written portion." Eliza said,

"No, no one failed, no one will fail." Bellatrix said, she had practically been keeping everyone's heads on.

"Bellatrix Black." Professor Mcgonagal called, Bellatrix entered.

"Professor." She said, inclining her head,

"Miss Black. Now for your exam, turn this mouse into a pair of shoes." There was a grey mouse on the center of the desk. Bellatrix advanced and waved her wand. At this the mouse turned into a pair of black boots with black laces.

"Very good Miss Black, you may go."

Bellatrix squared her shoulders and left.

"Was it hard? Is it hard?" Rita asked the second Bellatrix emerged,

"No, you'll be fine."

****

After all their exams for the day, the girls went to their dorm.

"Which was harder for you guys, Transfiguration or Charms?" Alecto asked,

"Transfiguration" Rita answered

"Same," Said Eliza and Alecto,

"I had more trouble with Charms." Alecto said,

They all looked at Bellatrix who shrugged, "It was all easy." She said,

"Well, that's because you're Trix and you never have had trouble with anything a day in your life." Rita said, Bellatrix laughed. If only they knew.

The response from her parents came that day.

 

Dear Bellatrix,

These are acceptable, I heard you will need a time turner, I will see to it the ministry approves you.

Sincerely, Druella.

 

Bellatrix breathed a sigh of relief, strangely, her parent's answer made her more agitated than her exams.

*****

June 5th, 1963

"I'm just glad exams are over." Eliza said,

The girls were sitting by the Black lake, enjoying their day. They didn't have classes until the 7th and they returned home the 12th.

"I'm going to miss you all over the summer." Rita said,

"I'll write, don't worry." Alecto said,

"Trix?"

"Of course."

"Maybe you could come to mine for a part of the summer!" Rita added,

"That would be fun." Eliza said,

"I can't, my family and I are going to France for the summer." Alecto said,

"My parents would never agree." Bellatrix said, she didn't want to push the issue with her parents either, lest they remember it was Rita who she got in trouble for at Christmas. If they knew, they'd forbid her from being friends with Rita and she would need to listen, but what they didn't know, they couldn't forbid her from doing.

"I thought they loved me!" Rita said,

"They do." Lie, "But they just would never let me go somewhere else." Truth,

"Hey, isn't your sister coming next year?" Eliza asked,

"Yea, Andromeda, my cousin Sirius too." Bellatrix said,

"I don't think Andromeda liked me," Rita said,

"She doesn't like anyone. And Sirius is another matter entirely." Bellatrix sighed, if she was responsible for both of them next year, she would Avada herself.

****

June 12th, 1963,

Bellatrix had been excited and dreading to return home, on one hand, she would see her sisters, on the other, she wouldn't see Rita. Plus, summer just meant she was close to having to deal with next year when her troublemaker sister and worse troublemaker cousin were at Hogwarts. And she would be responsible for them, no doubt. How she wished it was Regulus and Narcissa coming instead, then again, Andromeda left at home would be a horrible idea.

The girls boarded the train and filed into one car.

"All I'm saying is, if Mallon wanted to, I'd let him-" Eliza started

"STOP NO DO NOT!" Rita screamed, everyone laughed, "Don't need to know, don't want to know! PLUS he is like, 13!"

"So, I'm 11, it's only 2 years!" Eliza said,

"WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT???" Rita shrieked, Bellatrix smiled and unwrapped a chocolate frog,

"She has a point Eliza." Bellatrix said,

"Well, you're a prude." Eliza replied, Bellatrix rolled her eyes. She would miss this.

"Hey ladies!" Amycus said, he entered the carriage with Lucius, Rabastian in tow.

"Oh, great, my brother." Alecto said resentfully

"Hey, you love me." Amycus said, stealing a pumpkin pastry from Alecto,

"I will hex you." Alecto warned but Amycus ignored her,

"So, Trix-" Amycus started

"Don't call me that." Bellatrix replied,

"Rita calles you Trix."

"Yea, well I like Rita."

Amycus rolled his eyes, "Fine, so you're sister, Andromeda is coming next year right?"

"Yes,"

"And Sirius?" He asked,

"Unfortunately,"

"Well, Slytherin will have two new Blacks." He said,

"I'm not sure, Sirius seems like a Gryffindor." Rabastian said,

"Hey! Don't you dare." Bellatrix threatened, Rabastian smirked,

"What do you want?" Alecto asked,

"Nothing, I mean, you could lend us Eliza for a while." Amycus said suggestively,

"get out." Rita said,

"or what?" Amycus challenged,

"Or I hex your heads off." Bellatrix said,

"Right, your guard dog." Amycus snickered, Bellatrix fired a hex at him.

"Just leave us alone." Alecto said,

"Fine," Amycus responded. The boys left the carriage and the girls spent the rest of the ride in relative silence.

*****

All too soon they were rolling into the station, and they got off the train, and then Bellatrix was back with her parents.

"Let's go." Druella said extending her arm for apparition. Bellatrix took it and looked back once more to see Rita who was hugging her parents, and then they were home.

The house was quiet,

"Your sisters are in the drawing room, I imagine your father wants an account of your year, so when the house elf fetches you go to see him. Until then you may go to your sisters." Druella said, not even glancing at Bellatrix,

"Thank you mother." Bellatrix said before leaving.

"I DIDN"T SAY YOU WERE DISMISSED!" Druella fired a stinging jinx at Bellatrix. Of course, there was always something, and Bellatrix had been told she could go, sometimes it seemed like her mother just needed a fight she could win.

"Apologies Mother." Bellatrix said bowing her head and returning, Druella kept her standing there in silence for another 5 minutes before she was dismissed.

She entered the Drawing room, Narcissa was reading and Andromeda was lying on the floor. When Andromeda saw Bellatrix she didn't spring up or even look excited, she just saw her and went back to looking at the ceiling. Narcissa got up tentatively and walked over. Bellatrix nodded to tell her it was ok and Narcissa flung herself onto Bellatrix.

"I missed you." She whispered into Bellatrix's dress,

"I missed you more Cissy," Bellatrix replied. Andromeda got up and walked over,

"you're back." She said coldly

"I am." Bellatrix replied equally cold,

Andromeda didn't say anything more and Narcissa let go of Bellatrix's dress. Narcissa had grown since Christmas, she was now at Bellatrix's shoulder, she reached up and grasped Bellatrix's face examining her for a moment,

"you look different..." She said,

"Do I?"

"Mhm, you look more tired, but also sad."

"I'm alright Cissy, I miss my friends a little, but I'm happy to see you."

"Yea, she misses Rita, her new person." Andromeda muttered under her breath, before Bellatrix could reply the house elf, Horrendum, came in.

"Master Black requests Miss Black's presence." She said,

"Thank you Horrendum, I'll come right away."

Bellatrix followed the elf to Cygnus's study, she knocked and the door opened at one. Her father looked up from his work and Bellatrix went inside and sat on the chair across from him.

"Bellatrix,"

"Father,"

"How did your exams go?"

"Easily."

"Expected. And when are we to receive results?"

"Early July."

Cygnus nodded and looked Bellatrix over. "The girls in your year, how are they?" Bellatrix knew he wasn't asking how she felt about them, or if they were okay, he just wanted to know if they were acceptable to associate with.

"Fine company. All very polite and all the ones in Slytherin are purebloods, and you've met all of my dorm mates."

"Yes. Anything you wish to add?"

"No father,"

"Very well, you are excused,"

Bellatrix rose, nodded, and left. Her heart was beating slightly fast, but that was normal. She made her way back to the drawing room with her sisters.

"What is Hogwarts like?" Narcissa asked,

"It's..." She thought for a moment, would she tell them about the teachers? Her friends? Her classes? There was so much to say on the subject, "really nice, you'll enjoy it." she finished after a moment's hesitation.

"Yes, but I want details!" Narcissa said, Bellatrix smiled,

"Well, what shall I tell you about?"

"Start with the dorms, what are they like?"

"Well, once you are sorted, first years in your house go to the common room, ours is in the dungeons-"

"Sounds horrid." Andromeda interjected,

"It's quite nice actually, it's cool and dark." Bellatrix said, glaring at Andromeda, "Anyway, you're put with a few other girls and shown to your dorm. The furniture is all made of dark wood and green velvet, it's quite elegant, I think you'll like it." Bellatrix said, Narcissa was smiling,

"And the classes?"

"Well, you take 9 your first year,"

"9?! But that's so many!" Narcissa exclaimed,

"Well they switch days, so monday you could have four and Tuesday 5. Anyway, the teachers are all agreeable enough, some are stricter than others, but they are all well spoken."

"And the girls, what are your friends like?"

"They are lovely, truly, they are nice and funny. I'm sure you'll get on with the girls in your year just as well." Bellatrix said,

"I liked Rita, she was sweet." Narcissa said, Bellatrix smiled,

"I like her as well," She said, Andromeda rolled her eyes.

Bellatrix spent the rest of the day answering all of Narcissa's questions and telling her stories about her time at Hogwarts.

****

June 20th, 1963,

Bellatrix spent the week reading and doing lessons with her various tutors, it wasn't eventful or particularly fun. She looked forward to the hour she had with her sisters before bed, and dreaded meals with her parents.

She was returning to her room to read for the evening. When she entered an Owl was sitting with Jupiter and they were playing. Bellatrix took the letter the new owl had and opened it.

 

My dearest, Trix,

How are you? I miss you so much, it is so boring without you. How are your sisters? Did they like me? Have you told them about me? I hope it was all good things, anyway, I can't wait to see you again, my parents said you were lovely and I told them all about you. I got an owl, I'm naming her Saturn since it matches with Jupiter, I hope they become friends. I started reading a book, it was called Jane Eyre. It's a muggle book, but It's wonderful! Really you should read it, I really think you and I are like Jane and Helen, though I'm not sure who is who. Anyway I'll tell you more about it the more I read.

Love, Rita

 

Bellatrix was so happy to hear from Rita, she hadn't realized how much she missed her. She began writing her response immediately.

 

Dear Rita,

I'm alright. I miss you as-well, there was never a dull day with you. Narcissa is well, Andromeda has been difficult, I'm sure it's just nerves. They loved you and Narcissa wanted me to tell her all about you. Your new owl is gorgeous and I think Saturn is a fitting name. (for the owl in a golden color and has a ring shaped pattern on her wings) She is lively and social, Jupiter and her have been playing and doing wonderful, I'll send them both so you can see for yourself. I'm excited you're reading, even if it is a muggle book. I'll read it if it's important to you, but I'll have to wait until Hogwarts because my parents would never allow it. I can't wait to see you, oh and Narcissa wants a picture of you, she says she likes your hair.

Yours, Bellatrix

 

Narcissa never asked for a picture, but Bellatrix wanted to look at Rita more, and she liked Rita's hair.

Notes:

THEY ARE SO IN LOVE AH,

Chapter 16: Summer 1963- Reaching across the stars for your heart

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

July 1st, 1963,

 

Dear Trix,

You're so right, Saturn and Jupiter get along well, Jupiter reminds me of you. I've finished Jane Eyre, I think we are more like Jane and Rochester. I won't spoil it for you and I can't wait for you to read it, I've grown fond of classic muggle literature. Come to think of it, you remind me of it, all proper and troubled yet indescribably beautiful

Love, Rita

Bellatrix would never know what that last bit Rita wrote was, for it was completely blacked out and indiscernible. With that letter came a picture of Rita that Bellatrix locked away in her drawer and looked out whenever she missed Rita.

*****

Bellatrix looked forward to the letters Rita would send, but she never told anyone, she kept them in a drawer by her bed. They felt secret and personal, too much so to share with anyone. She and Rita wrote letters all summer long and Bellatrix often thought of them whenever she was in company or even alone, sometimes she wrote letters she didn't send, things she wanted to say but wouldn't, nothing bad, just things she wasn't allowed to talk about. She would pretend to send them and then would read between the lines of Rita's letters to find the answers to the letters never sent. Of course, they were never there, but Bellatrix made them up.

*****

July 5th, 1963,

Bellatrix and her family were eating breakfast when the owl came. It was a big barn owl that had a letter with the Hogwarts crest stamped to it. It delivered the letter to her father and Bellatrix knew what it was, it was her exam results and her end of year report. Cygnus looked the letter over carefully, he nodded and passed it to Druella who did the same, she then gave it to Bellatrix. There was no yelling so Bellatrix knew she had done perfect. She looked over her results and found she received an O in everything. Then she looked at the report and saw she had been first in her year. She was satisfied.

That evening she wrote to Rita telling her the news.

*****

July 30th, 1963,

Bellatrix's month had been peaceful, this was shattered in a moment of seconds at breakfast.

"Uncle Orion and aunt Walburga are coming tomorrow with Sirius and Regulus." Her father announced, internally Bellatrix wanted to scream and freak out and just die, but she couldn't, so she nodded. "They will stay for a week."

At this, her father got up and left. Bellatrix felt like throwing up and when she was excused she ran to her room and did just that, then she cried.

*****

July 31st, 1963,

Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion arrived that afternoon with Sirius and Regulus in tow, the family all came to the drawing room where Bellatrix was then ordered to play the piano for them.

"she's quite good." Aunt Walburga said,

"yes, she has excelled." Druella replied, after a few more minutes Druella told her to stop and go elsewhere. Bellatrix was relieved, the only reason the adults kept her and her sisters around was for entertainment or bragging, and Bellatrix despised both. She went to her room and wrote to Rita, which seemed to be her only joy these days as Andromeda wasn't really talking to her and Narcissa was always busy with tutors.

 

Dear Rita,

My aunt and uncle have come to visit with my cousins, it's dreadful, I despise them all. Andromeda isn't really speaking with me but again, I think she is just worried for school, Narcissa is always with tutors. It's lonely but I really prefer that than being an object of attention to my parents. I miss you tenfold and can't wait for school to start again.

Your Bellatrix,

 

She sent the letter and began to read.

*****

She was called down for dinner much too soon, and she begrudgingly returned to her family with a fake smile and a proper air.

As they sat and ate Orion and Cygnus talked but Bellatrix tuned them out until she caught her name,

"...Bellatrix will watch over Sirius and Andromeda."

Shit she thought, of course it was expected but now it was vocalized.

"I don't need watching over!" Said Sirius petulantly, Walburga leveled him with a stinging jinx,

"watch your tongue." She snarled,

Bellatrix could tell Andromeda wanted to say something similar, but she refrained. After this dinner was tense and Bellatrix was glad to be excused.

Bellatrix was in her room when there was a knock at her door, tentatively she got up to answer. It was Narcissa and Regulus, she stepped back so they could come in.

"it's good to see you Bella," Regulus said,

"you too Reg, anyway, what's the matter?" Bellatrix said,

"nothing, we just wanted to be with you." Narcissa said, Bellatrix knew what that meant, they wanted to be safe, and they knew Bellatrix would protect them. Bellatrix knew she would protect them as-well.

"Alright," Bellatrix said, she sat on her bed and Narcissa and Regulus crawled up next to her.

"will you read to us?" Narcissa asked,

"Sure." Bellatrix said, she grabbed a fairy tale book that was on her shelf and read to them. They soon fell asleep next to her, Bellatrix carefully put the book up and turned off the lights, so she wouldn't wake them.

*****

August 3rd, 1963,

Dear Bellatrix,

I'm sorry things aren't going well at home. I miss you tons as always, but on the bright side. school starts soon! I never thought I'd say that. Anyway, I'm reading more classics, a lot of them are tragic, and kind of hard to read because of the way they write, but it's not too bad because you write and talk the way they do so I'm used to it. I went to the beach for a week, it was lovely. Have you ever been to the beach? I want to go with you someday, I hope we can. I'm sure Andromeda will come around, and don't worry too much about having to take care of her and Sirius, they'll do fine, and if they don't it's not your fault. Don't be so hard on yourself Trix, you're only so strong and if everyone is hard on you and you're hard on yourself it'll just bring you down.

Lots of Love, Rita

Bellatrix mused over Rita's words, she considered them and she wanted to believe Rita, that not everything was her fault, that not everything fell to her, but it did.

*****

Bellatrix sat in the drawing room with her sisters and cousins. Andromeda entertained Sirius, they laughed and joked, it was the most Andy had smiled since Bellatrix returned. Narcissa and Regulus played and Bellatrix would join them occasionally. Then they would all come together and play a grand game of pretend. Everything seemed back to normal, like when they were younger, when Andromeda didn't avoid Bellatrix as she now did, when Narcissa wasn't reduced to a cowering little girl paralyzed in fear, and when Bellatrix didn't hate herself.

Today they were royalty, Narcissa and Andromeda were the princesses and Horrendum was a great dragon that Regulus and Sirius had to slay. Bellatrix was an evil queen who had put the dragon there. She and Horrendum battled Sirius and Regulus fiercely and then allowed them to win. They lay slowly 'dying' comedically for entertainment, and Bellatrix was happy to do so, she liked the escape, she craved it. It put a smile on her sisters and cousins faces. After they all collapsed tired and happy, all of them had smiles on their faces and a lot of laughter filled the room.

Too soon were these hours over, too soon did they have to clean themselves up for dinner, too soon was their childhood over, reduced to an hour that would never be enough.

******

August 6th, 1963,

Bellatrix kept her distance from her Uncle for their visit, and when it was time for them to go she was thrilled. She would miss Regulus though, she hadn't really been close with him before because he was so much younger, but he was really opening up more, she suspected Narcissa had put him at ease.

The family was gathered at the door and saying their goodbyes. It was uneventful and awkward, the children stood silently as the adults exchanged pleasantries that made Bellatrix want to rip her ears off, but she smiled and bowed as always. When they finally left Bellatrix felt a massive weight lift off her shoulders, she could never be at ease at home, or anywhere for that matter, but with her Uncle and Aunt gone, it wasn't quite as suffocating.

*****

The sisters went to the drawing room for the rest of the day. They spent most of their time there with tutors or nannies where they were out of the way of their parents. They spent their days reading and in lessons, they did have an hour before dinner where they didn't have anyone supervising them but the house elf. These used to be the best times, the girls would laugh and play, they would play with the elf and she would read them stories or play pretend with them, now this hour was dull. Bellatrix stared out the window, her mind elsewhere, Narcissa curled up with Bellatrix, she used to try and talk with her, but neither of them had the energy. Andromeda sat by herself in a corner, usually sketching something, and even Horrendum sat with an air of depression. It was quiet and even on the sunniest days a fog and gloom seemed to fall over the room.

The silence had been a theme since Bellatrix had returned, it was broken by Sirius and Regulus for a while, but now they were gone and all the darkness had returned. Bellatrix hadn't noticed how different it had been since she got back until Sirius and Regulus came. But now that they were gone it hit harder than ever, and Bellatrix didn't know what to do, why couldn't she make it happy the way she used to. What had changed, was it her or was it her sisters, or was it both. Bellatrix resented the hour of childhood that was stolen from her without her notice. She resented the fact the gloom was normal to her and that joy was a distant thing. It mattered, it mattered more than anything, and it was gone.

*****

August 20th, 1963,

 

Dear Bella,

I miss you so much, It's been like the longest 3 months of my life. I'm so glad school starts in less than a month, and I'm super excited to meet more of your family! I'm going to Diagon Alley on the 20th, maybe we can meet up, if you can I'll be at the ice cream shop waiting!

Love, Rita

 

Bellatrix got this letter on the 19th, and then convinced her mother to go to Diagon Alley the 20th, so now Bellatrix, Druella, and Andromeda, stood in the middle of the square.

"Watch Andromeda, I've given you charge of the money. Meet me back here at 5." Druella said to Bellatrix,

"Yes mother."

With that Druella was gone,

"can we get a wand first Bella?" Andromeda asked,

"Well, I'm meeting someone, so can we go get her and then we can go?" Bellatrix asked, but it wasn't really a question as before Andromeda could reply Bellatrix was already walking to the ice cream shop.

 

Rita sat outside watching everyone intently and then she caught a glimpse of Black curls, she stood up immediately and called for Bellatrix.

"TRIX!"

 

Bellatrix looked up and spotted Rita, both girls ran to each other and hugged, almost knocking the other down. They were laughing and smiling,

"Oh merlin I missed you" Bellatrix said, slightly out of breath,

"I missed you more!" Rita said, "I'm so glad you came, and you brought Andy and Sirius!"

"Don't call me 'Andy'." Andromeda said coldly,

"Not a fan of nicknames, just like your sister, it's fine, you'll warm up to it!" Rita said,

"No I wont." Andromeda said,

"Andromeda! Please! Stop being a brat for one second!" Bellatrix hissed,

"It's fine Trix, she's just nervous, don't you remember what you were like when we met?" Rita said, linking her arm with Bellatrix's,

"I wasn't nearly that bad!"

"no, you were worse."

The girls started towards Ollivanders arm in arm, with Andromeda trailing behind feeling left out.

 

"I hate her." Andromeda said to no one in particular, Rita and Bellatrix were too wrapped up in each other to care,

 

"OH, I'm bringing Jane Eyre to Hogwarts so you can read it!" Rita exclaimed,

"Can't wait," Bellatrix said sarcastically,

"Oh honestly, muggle books aren't that bad, this one is good, you'll like it!" Rita said,

The four of them walked into Ollivanders.

"hello, Miss Black, Miss Skeeter, 12 3/4, dragon heart string, walnut wood, unyielding, and 11 1/2 inches, dragon heart string, hornbeam wood, whippy. I never forget a wand." Mr. Ollivander said,

"You know, it's funny you two crossed paths, you came in within minutes of each other, and I don't think I've ever matched two witches to two wands so similar yet so different. I think you two make an interesting pair." He continued,

Rita laughed, "Unyielding makes sense for Trix." She gave her a playful nudge,

"well, I see you have a new child with you. I'm guessing, Andromeda Black?"

"Yes, she needs a wand."

"well, they've come to the right place. Come Andromeda." With that, a measuring tape magically began to take measurements. Rita and Bellatrix retreated to the back of the store to catch up and talk.

"Right, well I wrote to Eliza some, Alecto as well. And you?" Rita asked,

"Oh, merlin. I completely forgot about them! I didn't write them at all, then again, they didn't write me, but oh merlin I feel bad about that." Bellatrix ran her hands over her face, Rita laughed,

"don't worry about it." She smiled, Andromeda was now testing wands,

"Ah, it seems we have found the one!" Ollivander exclaimed, "12 inches, unicorn horn, Alder wood, Swishy."

Andromeda smiled at her new wand, Bellatrix grimaced, she had done a study of all the wand woods, flexibilities and cores before she got one, she tried to figure out which ones her parents would be most proud of, and she didn't think they would be pleased with Andy's.

"What's wrong?" Rita whispered seeing the look on Bellatrix's face,

"I'm not sure our parents will find it an appropriate wand is all," Bellatrix whispered, shifting her weight,

"well, they know the wand chooses the wizard."

"yes, but they also know it reflects on the wizard, and they won't like what this reflects. They already don't like unicorn horn cores, and they think people with flexible wands are weak, plus the wood, it's very fitting for Andromeda, but Andromeda isn't fitting of our parents expectations. Really it's a bad combination." Bellatrix said, she put on a fake smile as Andromeda approached with her new wand.

"Look Bella!" Andromeda exclaimed, she tried to give Bellatrix the wand, but Bellatrix didn't take it,

"Yes, it's a... wand." Bellatrix said,

"a very nice wand." Rita added elbowing Bellatrix,

"You don't like it?" Andromeda asked, crest fallen,

"no, I do, it's very fitting, I'm just worried about what mother will think." Bellatrix said,

"Well, I don't care what she thinks." Andromeda said.

Next they went to get their school books and supplies and then went to get new robes, it was much more enjoyable for Bellatrix this year since she had Rita. Andromeda was annoyed at Rita's presence.

They day ended too soon and Bellatrix and Rita parted ways. Bellatrix went to the square with Andy behind her to wait for their mother. She checked the clock, it was 10 till 5. They waited in the square a while before Druella appeared.

"wand." She said extending her hand to Andromeda. Andy handed her mother the wand, Druella then examined it, each moment she had it in her hand she grimaced more. "Weak, a weak wand. thought I suppose fitting for a weak witch. You should be more like Bellatrix. "

With that, she extended her arms and they dissaparated. When they entered the door Druella took Bellatrix and Andromeda by the arm and led them to Cygnus's office.

"Show him your wand." She said to Andromeda,

Cygnus took the wand from Andromeda and examined it for a moment.

"Weak." He declared, "Merlin, Bellatrix, hand me your wand." He said, and Bellatrix did, he showed the wand to Andromeda, "Bellatrix has a strong wand, she is a strong witch, something you will never be, but we will still try. Remember Andromeda, it's for your own good we do this." "Crucio"

Andromeda fell to the floor and started screaming, Bellatrix didn't even flinch, she knew that would only make it worse. Cygnus let up on the curse and Andromeda was permitted to breathe for a moment, Cygnus looked her over.

"Pathetic, get out." he sneered, "Bellatrix stay." Andromeda got up, tears running down her face and she left.

"It's unfortunate Bellatrix that you couldn't have kept her in line better. Now you must keep her to a standard at Hogwarts, and I think you need incentive, so let me remind you what will happen if you don't do your job. She will be punished, and you will be punished twice and much." "Crucio"

Bellatrix fell to the floor, trying not to scream, trying to think through the pain, hard as she tried, she did scream. And hers lasted twice as long as Andromeda's, Cygnus was true to his word. When it was over Bellatrix got up,

"I'm sorry father, I'll do better. I swear." She said choking back tears,

"You will, it's for your own good Bellatrix, you'll see that some day. You may go."

Bellatrix left, she walked to her room, she was numb and tired and just wanted to leave. She just needed to last 10 more days, and she'd be back with Rita, this comforted her a little until she remembered that now she would be punished for any mistake Sirius or Andromeda made, and between the two of them that was a lot. Plus, they couldn't both be top of their year, it was a lose-lose, neither would be able to do well enough, ever, and Bellatrix would suffer for it, and they would never know.

Notes:

THE CHANGES IN LETTERS IN MAKING ME INSANE, THE COMMAS IN NEW PLACES, THE AH- ALSO THE JANE EYER THING IM IN LOVE, (if u havn't read Jane Eyer you need to, tbh it's kinda quillkiller coded.)

Chapter 17: Second year, 1963- Maroon

Notes:

READ JANE EYRE SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THE DEPTH OF WHAT RITA SAYS PLEASEEEEE, also Rita is getting short Povs sometimes from now on.

Chapter Text

September 1st, 1963,

Bellatrix, Andromeda, Druella, Narcissa and Cygnus all stood at platform 9 and 3/4, none of them said anything, all lectures had been given in the privacy of their house. Bellatrix was eager to get on the train, unfortunately she had been given specific instructions to have Andromeda under a constant eye for the entire train ride. Andromeda liked the arrangement about as much as Bellatrix, so to speak not at all. While Bellatrix would happily ignore this instruction because she trusted Andromeda wouldn't dare tell their parents, she was in no state to risk it, if she had to she would put cowbells around their necks.

The train arrived and Bellatrix was permitted to board it, she said goodbye to all her family, as did Andromeda. Bellatrix lingered longer with Narcissa than the others,

"I'll be back at christmas, keep your head down, one more year and we'll all be together ok? We can't protect you at Hogwarts, just do whatever they say ok?" Bellatrix said in rapid hushed tones to them both, Narcissa nodded, Bellatrix smiled slightly, "I love you." She said, then she turned and boarded the train.

"I don't want to sit with you!" Andromeda whined, for some reason she was going through a phase where she hated Bellatrix, at least that's how Bella saw it.

"Suck it up." Bellatrix said, she led them to an empty carriage and had them sit by the window where her family could see, and where she could see Rita. Not long after, Rita and her parents appeared, Bellatrix smiled.

"Is she going to sit with us?" Andromeda complained,

"Yes. I don't see why you hate Rita." Bellatrix said, fed up with her whinging. Andromeda said nothing, soon enough Rita had found them.

"TRIX!" She squealed and moved in to hug her, but Bellatrix shot her a glance. "Oh, your family is watching, got it." Rita said, looking out the window and seeing Bellatrix's parents. Rita sat next to Bellatrix, Andromeda moved to the other side .

Eliza and Alecto joined at last,

"Merlin, It's like seeing double," Eliza said,

"Ew, I look nothing like her." Andy said, Rita laughed,

"Yea, and you definitely don't act just like her." Rita said sarcastically, "Seriously, Trix, is your whole family just copies of you?"

"They could only wish to be so fortunate." Bellatrix said.

"Where is Amycus?" Eliza asked,

"Carriage next to this one, he's with Rabastian, Lucius, and some first year they picked up," Alecto said,

The train ride was filled with pointless conversation, none of which Andromeda joined. Bellatrix mostly tuned it out.

****

They arrived at Hogwarts and the first years were taken across the Black lake, while the other students were led to carriages pulled by themselves. The four girls filed into one and Bellatrix breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Alecto asked, Bellatrix groaned,

"I've been charged with responsibility over my incorrigible sister. Any mistake she makes will reflect poorly on me, and I just don't want to deal with her, she's is a mess, one I'll have to clean up." Bellatrix said,

"Poor Trix," Rita mock sympathized petting Bellatrix's hair,

"oh, don't patronize me, it's horrid enough as is." Bellatrix said, Rita laughed, "Honestly, I hope they are perfect angels, but since that will never happen I hope they do something so horrible that the family decides they are lost causes and just gives up, then I won't need to fuss over them."

"You'll do fine, they can't be that bad." Eliza said,

"You have no idea." Bellatrix said.

The carriage ride was quiet after that, and when they arrived at Hogwarts Bellatrix was a little upset it was over, now she would have to continue to chaperone the gremlins. The girls sat at the Slytherin table for the feast while the first years were taken for sorting.

"What house do you think she'll be in?" Eliza asked,

"Slytherin. And if they aren't I'm screwed, and so are they." Bellatrix said. Honestly she was worried a little, Andromeda didn't have much ambition, or really any Slytherin qualities, she had thought about this a lot since they went to Diagon Alley.

Finally the sorting started, Andromeda was near the front of the line, The first couple names were called, then it was Andromeda's turn, Bellatrix waited with bated breath as she watched the hat be placed on her head. The hat had barely touched Bellatrix when it made its decision, but it seemed to be taking it's time with Andromeda,

"Ow, Trix." Rita said,

"What?"

"you're nails are digging into my hand."

Bellatrix looked down, she hadn't even noticed she took Rita's hand, it had just felt so normal,

"oh, sorry." Bellatrix said, removing her hand from Rita's,

"I didn't say you couldn't hold my hand, just don't try and dig your nails into my flesh." Rita said, taking Bellatrix's hand back and interlocking their fingers. What? it's totally platonic, totally platonic the way Bellatrix's heart races, how her face heats up, how it feel like a secret, totally-

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat announced finally, Andromeda got up, the slytherin table clapped and Bellatrix was relieved at once. Andromeda looked upset, but none the less she came at sat by Bellatrix.

Chapter 18: Second year, 1963- Class of 2013

Summary:

Poor Andy, also... what do yall think of chloe???? Also Should I have Bella and Rita make up this year? Or do they ignore eachother till x-mas and get over it? OR DO THEY GET IN A BIGGER FIGHT OR DOES THE TENSION BUILD TILL THIRD YEAR AND THEN SNAP???? LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENT WHAT YALL THINK!

Notes:

Yes, as in the Mitski song....

Chapter Text

September 2nd, 1963,

Bellatrix woke up already dreading the day. She pulled back her curtain and saw Rita sitting on the other bed just staring at her. Bellatrix froze for a second, Rita never woke up before Bellatrix, no one in their dorm did. Then she realized the dark circles under Rita's eyes, the way she looked like she was about to drop from exhaustion, the way her hair hadn't even been slightly disarranged. Rita didn't wake up before Bellatrix, she just never went to sleep.

Bellatrix wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Not after what she had thought last night, even though Rita didn't know, Bellatrix knew, and she couldn't bear thinking that it was real, that she really felt that way, so she would ignore Rita and herself until she didn't remember the urge.

Bellatrix got up, not saying anything to Rita.

 

****RITA****

Rita took a breath and swallowed, she wanted to cry, she wouldn't cry. Bellatrix hadn't said a single thing to her, and she didn't understand it. What had she done, why was Bellatrix shutting her out? Was she mad at Rita, or just stressed about her family? Rita had a million questions that only Trix could answer, but she wasn't willing to ask.

*****BELLATRIX*******

Bellatrix left her dorm and went to the common room to wait for Andromeda. Rita had followed her without saying a word, now they sat side by side on the couch. Bellatrix was watching the sunrise, Rita was watching Bellatrix. Thankfully, Andromeda had inherited the habit of waking earlier than most people, though still late for a Black.

She walked down alone, the only other people in the common room were 7th years. Bellatrix's head snapped up when she heard Andromeda, she stood up and walked over to Andy. Andromeda flinched. In all 13 years Bellatrix had been living, she had never made Andy flinch, they had had arguments, Bellatrix had screamed at Andromeda and she had screamed back, but none of that hurt Bellatrix as much as seeing Andromeda flinch when Bellatrix so much as walked over, and it showed in her eyes.

Bellatrix wore every emotion on her face, something her mother had smacked her countless times, and Andromeda saw the hurt and shock on Bellatrix's face. But just as fast as it appeared, it was gone.

"Andromeda," Bellatrix said,

"Bellatrix," Andromeda said,

"You will sit with me today at all meals, and for the foreseeable future that will be the arrangement until we have direction from our parents. Find some nice Slytherin purebloods to be friends with, until then, I am your only friend." Bellatrix said, taking Andromeda's arm in her own.

Bellatrix and Andromeda went to the great hall for breakfast, Rita trailed behind, not saying a word. The three sat down, one on either side. Soon the great hall began to fill, Alecto and Eliza joined them, none of them said a word. Amycus, Lucius, and Rabastian joined them.

Andromeda was looking around at the other first years.

"Keeping her on a leash?" Amycus asked nodding to Andromeda,

"Something like that yea." Bellatrix huffed. She looked up at the other Slytherin first years, "I'll look into the kids in your year, and I'll let you know who is suitable, then you can be free of me." Bellatrix said to Andromeda,

Schedules were handed out, Bellatrix's came with a note to visit Slughorn before her first class.

She went to his office expecting the worst. Apparently he had no clue of what had happened this morning.

"Miss Black! Do come in, I have wonderful news! You've been approved for a time turner! Of course you must be responsible with it, and if you were any other student I'd give you the whole lecture, but you're not, so I'll spare you." He held out the time turner which Bellatrix took,

"Now, you don't need it fridays, so you'll turn it in thursday eve and get it back monday morning. Now, run along." He said, shooing her away. She looked at her schedule,

 

Monday- 9-10 Transfiguration, 10:05-11 Herbology, 11:05-12 Ancient Ruins, 12-1 Lunch, 1:15-2:30 DADA, 2:45- 3:50 Music, 2:45-3:50 Arithmancy, 4-5 Field studies

Tuesday- 9-10:30 Charms, 10:45- 11:50 Potions, 12-1 Lunch, 1:30- 2:30 History of Magic, 2:45- 3:50 Alchemy, 2:45-3:50 Art, 8-9 Astronomy

Wednesday- 9-10 Transfiguration, 10:05-11 Herbology, 11:05-12 Ancient Ruins, 12-1 Lunch, 1:15-2:30 DADA, 2:45- 3:50 Music, 2:45-3:50 Arithmancy, 4-5 Field studies

Thursday- 9-10:30 Charms, 10:45- 11:50 Potions, 12-1 Lunch, 1:30- 2:30 History of Magic, 2:45- 3:50 Alchemy, 2:45-3:50 Art, 8-9 Astronomy

Friday- 9-10:10 Transfiguration, 10:15-11:30 DADA, 11:45-1 Charms, 1-2 lunch, 2:30-3:30 Potions, 3:45-4:45 History of Magic

 

So, she needed the time turner for Music and Arithmancy on mondays and wednesdays, and then for Alchemy and Art on tuesdays and Thursdays, simple enough.

It was 8:50, she needed to go to Transfiguration.

She walked in and looked around, there were no seats other than the one Rita had saved, this was going to be a challenge. She wished she could go back in time and change her electives so she didn't have any with Rita, but she couldn't. Part of her wanted to get over whatever feelings she was having and go back to having fun with Rita, but part of her thought it was too dangerous.

Still, she walked over and sat by Rita.

*****

Throughout the class Rita was staring at Bellatrix, and Bellatrix noticed, but she tried to ignore it. When it was over, Bellatrix grabbed her bag and practically ran out of the class.

Bellatrix tried extremely hard to ignore Rita, and it wasn't like Rita was talking to Bellatrix, but she was always there, lingering. Bellatrix was glad when it was time for Ancient Ruins, just to escape Rita.

She entered the class, Rabastian was sitting talking to some girl who looked really bored. She walked up to them,

"Rabastian, leave her be." Bellatrix said,

"Oh, cmon Bellatrix, she's fine."

"I'm actually extremely annoyed, so please, take her advice and leave me be." The girl said, she had straight brown hair and big blue eyes.

Rabastian rolled his eyes but got up and walked away,

"I'm Chloe Parkinson." She said extending a hand,

"Bellatrix Black," She shook her hand, Chloe smiled,

"Yea, I know, heard this morning." She smirked, had it been anyone else Bellatrix would've cursed them, but Chloe didn't seem like she was mocking, she just seemed to make light of things.

Bellatrix smiled, and nodded, "Yea, I assume they heard it back in London, I'm sure the ministry will be going to arrest my family for breaking the stature of secrecy." Bellatrix quipped, Chloe laughed,

"You're funny," She said, Bellatrix blushed,

"Are you in Slytherin? I didn't see you last year." Bellatrix said,

"Yea, we're in the same year, I just kept to myself. I saw you though." Chloe replied, just then their conversation was cut off as the professor entered and they all took a seat, Bellatrix sat with Chloe.

Ancient Ruins wasn't difficult for Bellatrix, and she got the hang of it. Chloe however seemed to be struggling.

When class was over Chloe caught Bellatrix before she left,

"Hey, you seem to have a clue what's going on in this class, do you think you could help me with it?"

Bellatrix stopped for a moment,

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I just-"

"No, no, of course, yea we can meet in the library at 6 on mondays and wednesdays. If that works for you." Bellatrix said, Chloe smiled,

"Great, see you soon." She said, and then she left,

*****

Bellatrix's first music class went well enough. The class was simple, then she turned back the time and went to Arithmancy. She walked into the class and saw Chloe,

"Hey." Chloe said, Bellatrix walked over and sat beside her,

"Hey," Bellatrix answered, then the professor walked in.

Arithmancy was easy, everything was for Bellatrix, but it was just an easy class.

Then she had field studies. It was outside on the lawn, Bellatrix walked down and ran into Rita on her way.

"Hey," Rita said, Bellatrix just nodded,

The girls walked down and met with Professor Lomin.

"Alright, welcome to your first field studies class! Partner up!" He said,

"Partners?" Rita asked,

"Yea," Bellatrix said, she didn't have a choice. She didn't want Rita to think there was something wrong, or that she had done something, because it wasn't Rita, it was her. And there is no good way to ignore someone who thinks nothing is wrong without alerting to them that something is wrong.

Field studies was actually quite interesting, Professor Lomin had the girls use magic in real scenarios they might encounter. He had them practice blocking falling objects and then lifting tree logs that blocked paths. It wasn't hard, but it required fast thinking, and Bellatrix excelled in this.

*****

"Want to go to the dorm? I was thinking we could work on our first edition of Long Story Short for the new school year." Rita asked as they left,

"I promised another student I'd help them with work," Bellatrix said,

"Oh who?"

"Just a girl in our year, she's in my Ancient ruins class." Bellatrix answered,

"I can come with you."

"No need, we're going to work on Ancient ruins, and you don't take that so it's fine."

"Okay, want to work on our next article tomorrow?"

"I should be working on Andromeda." Bellatrix answered,

"Wednesday?"

"Same as today."

"Thursday?"

"Andromeda."

"Friday?"

"Look, Rita, I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't not today, not this week, maybe not this month. I'm dealing with Andromeda and other stuff and I just can't. Okay?" Bellatrix snapped, Rita looked stricken, Bellatrix immediately felt guilty,

"Rita, Really, I'm sorry-" She started, but Rita held a hand out to stop her,

"It's fine. I get it. You're busy, too busy for me. I hear you Bellatrix, I'll give you space." Rita said, and before Bellatrix could answer Rita walked off. Bellatrix stood in the hallway watching Rita leave. She wanted to run after her, and she almost did, but then decided not to, so she walked to the Library to meet Chloe.

*****RITA*****

Rita walked away, and the tears fell the second she had turned away, she wanted Bellatrix to follow, to say something, she turned the corner and waited, but nothing. She looked back and Bellatrix had left, she let out a sob and slid down the wall. Why was this happening, why was Trix being like this? Had she found out that Rita liked her as more than a friend? Did she hate Rita? Rita didn't want to lose Trix, but she wasn't being given a choice. Maybe the best thing was to just give her space.

 

*******BELLATRIX*******

Bellatrix entered the library and found Chloe sitting at the desk by the window, she looked up, smiled and waved her over.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

"You ok?"

"Yea, just tired, family stuff." Bellatrix said,

"Oh,"

"It's fine, so what do you want help on?"

"Honestly the whole thing, I'm utterly lost."

"Ok, well lets look at the homework."

The homework was just translating a few ruins,

"Ok, try this one." Bellatrix said, pointing to the first ruin, Chloe looked back to the book, she looked it over for a few moments before turning back to Bellatrix,

"They all look the same."

"No they don't. See, this one had a line at the top that goes from thin to thick, it's this one." Bellatrix pointed to the ruin in the book that matched, "See?"

"I guess?"

"Ok, and the translation is under the ruin in the book."

"So, it's 'She lost'?" Chloe said,

"Yea, try the next one."

****

It took a while, Bellatrix could've translated the ruins in 15 minutes, but she was helping Chloe understand it, so they spent an hour in the library. They had finally translated all of the ruins when madame Pince chased them out.

"Thanks." Chloe said as they walked back to the common room,

"No problem, really. I liked hanging out with you." Bellatrix said,

"Yea, same. Anyway, my friends are in the dorm, so I'll go, but see you later." Chloe said walking away.

Bellatrix then went to her own dorm.

Rita was in her bed reading, she didn't even look up when Bellatrix came in. The other girls were doing their own thing, Bellatrix sat on her bed. Selfishly while she had told Rita to give her space, she didn't want Rita to listen. Bellatrix wanted Rita to keep trying, even though she knew that if Rita did it wouldn't make a difference and Bellatrix would still want space, but the fact Rita was just giving it to her was worse. Bellatrix can't resent Rita for it, if anything it makes her lov- LIKE Rita more. She needed to stop thinking it was love, it wasn't love. It was a fault, a sin, and Bellatrix would overcome it.

****RITA*****

Rita had gone to her dorm and cried, then her other friends came in and she pretended everything was fine. Rita still thought about Jane Eyre, but she thought it better not to remind Bellatrix of it. If Bellatrix suspected the nature of Rita's feelings towards her, reading Jane Eyre would confirm them especially since Rita had told her that their relationship was like that of Jane and Mr. Rochester. I mean, how could Rita be so stupid as to tell Bellatrix that she thought Bellatrix and her were destined to be lovers. Rita had had a fantasy for a moment that Bellatrix would read Jane Eyre and go to Rita and say 'Yes, Rita, I love you, more than a friend. And I understand what you mean when you say we're are like Jane and Mr. Rochester.' But then again, it was a stupid notion, one Rita had best hide away and ignore.

 

***ANDROMEDA****

Andromeda had a really horrid day. She had two dorm mates, Scarlett Rammsey and Claire Paul. Scarlett was a short girl with tan skin and really short dark hair, she was loud and kind of mean, she certainly had a lot to say about what had happened that morning. Claire had a brown hair in bob cut with bangs, she had a french accent. She was quiet, at first Andromeda thought she didn't speak much english, but when she tried to talk to her in french she didn't respond.

Andromeda hadn't made any friends, this morning had made sure of it, and she hadn't seen Bellatrix except at meals, and then she didn't talk much, not even to Rita. Andromeda was having trouble in her classes, it was all moving too fast, she wasn't stupid, but things just took longer for her to understand. She wasn't fast like Bellatrix, but anytime she tried to ask a question she was scolded for interrupting. Andromeda talked too much, her teachers were already annoyed with her, they were especially upset she wasn't as good as Bellatrix. No matter what that seemed to be the common theme, she was never as good as Bellatrix.

Andromeda wasn't just a black sheep in her family, she was a black sheep everywhere, she just didn't fit in. Bellatrix was her father's favorite, Narcissa was her mother's favorite, Bellatrix and Narcissa liked each other more than Andromeda, Regulus liked Bellatrix best, so why was Andromeda never the favorite? She knew there were things wrong with her family, Sirius wasn't liked in the family, but he was liked at school, Bellatrix was liked by the family and at school, and Andromeda was liked at neither. She had hoped for a safe place at Hogwarts, a relief from her family and from all the criticism, but she had only found another place where she doesn't belong and isn't wanted.

Chapter 19: Second year, 1963- I'm so jealous of everyone you like

Summary:

ANGST!!!

Chapter Text

September 16th, 1963

Rita had made well on her promise of giving Bellatrix space. The girls didn't talk, or even sit next to each other other than class. It was killing them both, Rita wanted nothing more than to have things back to normal with Bellatrix, even if that meant they would only ever be friends. Bellatrix wanted Rita, but she wouldn't admit it to herself, she seemed to think that distance would make it better, but she only longed for Rita more.

Bellatrix had been spending half her time with Chloe. Alecto, and Eliza all seemed busy, and she didn't enjoy them as much as Rita. Chloe was funny, and lively, but she never pushed, that was something Bellatrix liked. The other half of her time was spent with Andromeda or researching for Andromeda. Her mother had told Bellatrix to make a list of all the girls in Slytherin in Andromeda's year that could be acceptable company and then send it to her to approve, Bellatrix was making Andromeda do half the work because if she had to do one more thing for anyone she was going to lose her shit.

Yesterday she sent the list to her mother, today she should hear back.

When the post owls came in, Bellatrix received a letter back.

*Bellatrix,

The following are acceptable,

Elizabeth Daiye
Betty Shafiq
Claire Paul

-Druella*

 

Great, so she had a total of three people to work with.

"Here." She said, handing the letter to Andromeda,

"What do I do?"

"Go make them your friends, I'm sick of this, and I'm sick of you. I don't want to babysit you anymore." Bellatrix said,

Andromeda left muttering under her breath "You never wanted to in the first place..."

Rita was sitting next to Alecto who was across from Bellatrix, just then Chloe came up.

"Hey," Chloe said,

"Hi," Bellatrix answered, Chloe sat next to Bellatrix.

"What was that?"

"Me telling my sister to get some friends."

"Mm, and your cousin?"

"Still not sure what the hell I'm supposed to do about that and I'm sure not gonna ask."

Chloe laughed and leaned her head on Bellatrix's shoulder. At first Chloe hadn't touched Bellatrix at all, now she did occasionally. Across the table, unknown to Bellatrix, Rita was glaring.

"Who are you?" She asked Chloe,

"Chloe, you?"

"Rita. How do you know Trix?"

"Ancient Ruins, she's helping me."

"This is the girl you're helping study?" Rita asked Bellatrix, it was the first time for a few days they had directly spoken,

"Yea, I am. Is that a problem?" Chloe answered,

"I wasn't talking to you." Rita bit back, Chloe scoffed. Rita stood up and left.

"What's her problem?" Chloe asked Bellatrix,

"Nothing! She's fine, she is perfect actually, she doesn't have any problems!" Bellatrix said defensively.

"Sorry, do you want to talk about it?" Chloe said, backtracking,

"No." Bellatrix got up and left.

*****

September 18th, 1963,

Bellatrix sat in the library with Chloe, they weren't studying, just hanging out.

"What's your middle name?" Chloe asked,

"Why?"

"Just curious, I wanna know you better."

"Druella. Yours?"

"Amy."

"ok my family must hate me. You're Chloe Amy and I'm Bellatrix Druella, no fair whatsoever." Bellatrix said,

"Just use a nickname. Like Bella." Chloe said,

"That's what my sisters and cousin call me." Bellatrix said,

"Can't more people call you that?"

"I mean, yes, but my family would be mad if they knew people were calling me a nickname, they find them foolish and weak."

"You let Rita call you 'Trix'"

"I didn't really have a choice in that." Bellatrix said, but she knew that wasn't really true. She wouldn't have made Rita stop the way she would've if it was anyone else. Really it was a half-hearted attempt, she told Rita to stop but that was it, when she was 8 and Amycus called her Bella she threatened to cut his tongue out, and when he did it again she almost did if Alecto hadn't stopped her.

"Can I call you Trix?"

"Bella is fine." Bellatrix said, she would really rather Chloe not call her a nickname, but she didn't have the energy to fight, and Trix was for Rita, and Rita only, no matter what happened between them, she would always be Trix to Rita and only Rita.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Black, you?"

"Figures. Mine is teal. Do you have any pets?"

"I have an owl, her name is Jupiter."

"Did you come up with that?"

"No,"

"I guess your family is big on like astronomy names and stuff, even with the animals."

"Mhm." Bellatrix muttered, not willing to tell Chloe her family didn't name animals,

"What's your favorite flower?"

"I don't know." Bellatrix desperately wanted her and Chloe to go back to sitting in silence. She thought she could enjoy talking, but she realized the only time she did was when it was with Rita, and Rita and her weren't speaking,

"Mine are forget-me-nots. What's your favorite-"

"Hey, I'm tired, I think I'm gonna go to my dorm and take a nap." Bellatrix interrupted.

"I can come with you."

"No thanks." Bellatrix said, and she left before Chloe could say anything more.

Bellatrix didn't go back to her dorm, instead she went to find Alecto. As usual, Alecto was on the quidditch pitch since she had made the team with Amycus, they were both beaters.

"Alecto! Come down for a moment!" Bellatrix called up, Alecto saw her and came down.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Rita and I are fighting."

"Oh, well relationships are hard, maybe you two should break up." Alecto said mockingly,

"Not funny. Not dating."

"Right, you've moved on to Chloe."

"I'm just helping her study, why does everything with everyone have to be romantic or sexual?"

Alecto shrugged, "Because I spend too much time with Eliza."

"Seriously, what do I. I miss her."

"Apologize."

"But I didn't do anything wrong! She just flipped out when I told her I wanted space."

"Really? Because from what I heard, you told her to give you space, and now that she's giving you space you're mad about it."

"She's not talking to me."

"You're not talking to her."

"That's not-"

"No. It is, you have horrible communication skills. She never knows what to do with you Bellatrix, you're hot one moment and cold the next. Listen, I have to practice, just go talk to her." Alecto said before flying away.

Bellatrix turned and left, she went back to the dorm.

She heard talking in the dorm so she stopped at the door to listen.

"Well she wanted space, I'm giving her it." Rita said, her voice muffled through the door,

"You're being petty." Alecto said,

"I am not! If she wants space I'll give it to her."

"She seems upset. You should talk to her."

"If she's upset it's her own fault, she wanted space, I give it to her, she has no right to be upset."

"I think you're upset."

"I'm not."

"I think you're upset that she wanted space, that she went to Chloe instead of you. And I think you're more upset because she was getting so close to you and then she just pulled away."

There was silence for a beat, broken by a sob,

"I don't want this." Rita said, her voice was broken and she was breathing faster,

"I know."

"I want her back. I don't- I can't-"

"It's okay Rita. I know." Alecto said,

Bellatrix opened the door, Rita was lying on Alecto crying. She looked up and they locked eyes for a moment. Rita was about to say something but Bellatrix for-stalled her

"I'm sorry." She said, Alecto got up,

"I'll leave you two alone." She said, walking out,

"I'm so sorry. I was such a jerk, I just with Andy and my family, and then school it was all too much. I just- I just needed a break. I'm sorry, and I miss you." Bellatrix said, Rita didn't move for a moment, then she stood and walked over to Bellatrix and hugged her.

"It's okay Trix. I forgive you, I'll always forgive you."

A tear ran down Bella's cheek, Rita pulled back, Bellatrix laughed a little,

"Even if I do something horrible?" She asked,

"You could never do anything I'd consider horrible Trix."

Bellatrix smiled.

Chapter 20: Second year, 1963- It's nice to have a friend

Summary:

WARNING R SLUR

Also this one is super short so yk

Notes:

WHY IS IT BURNING SO SLOW! LIKE I JUST WANNA MAKE THEM MAKE OUT AND LOVE EACHOTHER AND FLIRT BUT I CANT YET BECAUSE I GOTTA WAIT! WTF!

Chapter Text

October 1st, 1963,

"Ok, so, now we're all fine, I'm thinking we need an article, we still haven't done one this year." Rita said as the 5 girls walked back to their dorm for the day.

"Can we do it this weekend? I'm tireddd, my feet hurtt, I want to sleep and this week I'm crammed with work!" Eliza complained, they were done with their night astrology class.

"Sure sure," Rita said waving a hand, "I'm just saying, prepare for us to do one soon." The girls had reached their dorm, Eliza just got in bed, she didn't even change, Alecto did the same. Rita and Bellatrix were sitting together on Bellatrix's bed.

"What's your first class tomorrow?" Rita asked,

"Rita- we have the same first class." Bellatrix said, laughing,

"Yea, well I don't remember what class we have."

"It's been a month!"

"I have a bad memory! Just tell me!"

"Transfiguration."

"Was that so hard?"

"Yes, it killed me."

"Oh shove it."

"I'm going to sleep." Bellatrix said, Rita stayed on her bed, "Get off, I said I'm going to sleep." Rita just smiled, she looked so pretty, her eyes had a glint in them. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?" Rita asked, her eyes still holding a playful challenge.

"Like that. Like you're daring me to push you off the bed."

"maybe I am." She said, Bellatrix stared at her and smiled, Rita leaned closer, still keeping eye contact, Bellatrix felt heat in her cheeks and pulled back.

"Fine stay on the bed if you want." Bellatrix said in a sweet voice, her heart was hammering against her ribs, then she got in her bed.

*****RITA*****

Bellatrix just needed another push. She was there, Rita had thought she read the signs wrong, but she hadn't. She told herself she wasn't going to push more but she couldn't help it, and Bellatrix was almost there.

Rita watched Bellatrix get under her covers before laying down next to her.

After an hour of both of them just lying there Bellatrix spoke.

"I know you're awake." Bellatrix whispered, staring at Rita who was sprawled out next to her,

"I'm not." Rita replied,

"Rita."

Rita got up, she glared at Bellatrix,

"I hate you." she whispered,

Chapter 21: Second year, 1963- I could see you being my addiction

Summary:

MAJOR HOMOPHOBIA WARNING,

Yall know Bellatrix's neckless in the movies? Well it's the same one.

Chapter Text

October 3rd, 1963,

"So, next article." Rita said, the girls were gathered in their dorm, "We have a lot to cover,"

"Ok, so we can start with Jackson Kent." Rita said, "Hufflepuff, 4th year, mudblood. He's a homosexual, he was snogging Travis Lorran, the Ravenclaw halfblood," Eliza began to write, Bellatrix was looking over ways to deliver this edition and Alecto was just listening,

"Ugh, Mudbloods, always disgraceful." Alecto said, Bellatrix was looking down, she needed a reminder of how horrible liking Rita was and she got it. Rita on the other hand was trying to find Bellatrix's stance on Homosexuality, all it told her was that Bellatrix didn't care, she had an air of indifference around her. Rita cleared her throat and continued quickly,

******

Bellatrix had set up roses to fall and turn into the article during Lunch,

"Ready?" Rita asked,

"ready." Bellatrix said, she released the roses and they all fell towards the students and then turned into the article, then she cast a simple spell so there was no evidence of who had cast the spell.

* DID YOU MISS US?

WELL W'RE BACK! First off, we have a homosexual, mudblood 4th year, Hufflepuff Jackson Kent and Travis Lorran the halfblood Ravenclaw were seen snogging, and yes, they are both boys. What a dirty faggot, watch him in the dressing room, make sure he isn't eye fucking you. It's so not just platonic. Love seems to be in the air, too bad it's mudbloods and fags.

See you soon! xoxo, Quillkillers.

*****

The article had major blowbacks, it had become 'obscene' according to teachers and There was a lot of screaming, Jackson's parents heard about him being a homosexual and pulled him our of Hogwarts to send him to be 'fixed' Travis was being ignored by everyone. It had really caused a lot of damage.

******

October 13th, 1963,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Rita squealed, she opened the curtains around Bellatrix's bed and got in,

Bellatrix sat up really fast, "Merlin, Rita you scared the crap out of me. Please tell me you cast a silencing charm or have you woken the whole Slytherin dorm?" Bellatrix said,

"Calm down of course I did." Rita said, Bellatrix nodded,

"What time is it?" Bellatrix asked, sitting up,

"Guess"

"Knowing you it just turned 12 am."

"Ding ding ding! You're officially 12! How does it feel?"

"So far really tiring. Ya know what I want for my Birthday next year?"

"What?"

"To not be woken the moment it turns 12."

"You're no fun."

"You knew that."

"Whatever. Open your present!" Rita thrust a thin, box with wrapping paper that said 'happy birthday' into Bellatrix's hands.

"Rita... You don't have-"

"I know! I want to, accept it Trix, you're mine now."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, but secretly she felt a flutter, she wanted to be her's, she pushed the thought down and began to open the box.

Inside was a painting of Rita, it opened it's eyes and started singing happy birthday.

"Rita, please tell me it doesn't always sing happy birthday,"

Rita laughed, "I promise it doesn't, when you're back home you can have it in your room and we can talk, well, you can talk to me, well, painting me."

Bellatrix looked at it. The canvas was about the size of Rita's face, and it had a gorgeous silver metal frame that twisted and looked like thorns.

"If you don't like it that's fine, I wasn't sure if you would, but you just always said how much you missed me when you were home and I thought-" Rita started rambling on, she was worried because Bellatrix hadn't really said anything,

"Rita! I love it! And it's perfect, and I will put great use to it. Thank you." Bellatrix interrupted and hugged Rita,

"Oh! And look," Rita said, she took the painting and tapped it with her wand, it shrank to the size of a small box, "it's not as clever as your charms, but I-" Rita said,

"Rita. I love it, I love the charm and I love yo..." Bellatrix caught herself, "it, I love it." Bellatrix said, she hoped Rita hadn't noticed,

"Oh," Rita said, disappointed she hadn't finished saying it, "Good,"

"Here lay down with me, we can wait till morning to wake everyone else up." Bellatrix said, trying to move past the conversation, Rita happily complied,

"Trix?" She asked after a moment,

"Yea?"

"Remember when we were fighting and-"

"we were not fighting!" Bellatrix said,

"Fine, call it what you want. So when we were not talking much and you stopped wearing your necklace?" Rita continued,

"Yea," Bellatrix said uncomfortably, she didn't like talking about past events.

"If that happens again, don't take off the necklace." Rita said,

"why?"

"Because it makes me feel bad, like you're holding it over my head or something."

"Ok. I won't take it off, ever." Bellatrix said,

"Promise?"

"I Promise."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

"Good."

********

Morning came and Everyone in the dorm wished Bellatrix a happy birthday,

"Bella!" Andromeda called from across the common room, it was a rainy sunday and everyone was inside. Bellatrix was sitting by the fire on a green chair with Rita sitting at her feet, Alecto sat on the couch and Eliza was flirting with some Slytherin boy.

"Oh god." Bellatrix said, she sat up straighter and watched as Andromeda walked towards them,

"You didn't come to breakfast." she said,

"Correct." Bellatrix said,

"you got a letter from mum and dad."

Bellatrix tensed, "Did you read it?"

"No," She extended the letter and Bellatrix took it,/p>

"Tell him I wanted him to be in Slytherin but that didn't happen either," Bellatrix said, then she began to read the letter,

**Bellatrix,

You are now 12. We expect you to rule over your sisters and cousins more, you are no longer their big sister or cousin, now you should act as a superior, we expect you to fix them, and you're old enough for adult punishments. It is also time you know you are arranged to marry Rudolphus Lestrange.

Cygnus and Druella Black**

Great not even a fucking 'Happy Birthday.' Bellatrix dropped the letter,

"can I read it?" Andromeda asked,

"no." Bellatrix answered, she made a motion indicating for Andromeda to leave, she dropped her head,

"Happy birthday Bella," She murmured and walked away.

"I feel bad," Rita said,

"Don't,"

I thought you wanted to help her with friends," Rita said,

"I said I wanted her to stop bothering me because she has no friends." Bellatrix replied,

"Just make them be her friend." Rita said, Bellatrix looked over to Andromeda who stood awkwardly on the outside of a group of girls in her year, Bellatrix sighed and got up,

"Fine," She said, she walked over there and cleared her throat, the girls turned around, "Hello," She said,

"Who are you?" One of the girls asked rudely, Bellatrix took her wand and jinxed her. Her tongue grew to double it's size and she started chocking, then Bellatrix undid the jinx,

"Now, let's try again. I'm Bellatrix Black, you're Scarlett Rammsey, you're Claire Paul, Elizabeth Daiye, and Betty Shafiq. Now, this is Andromeda Black, my sister. Say hello." Bellatrix said in a threatening voice, Andromeda looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. The girls all murmured a hello, Bellatrix smiled, "Wonderful, now I'm going to go back over there, and you five will get to know each other." Bellatrix said, and then she walked away. She sat back down in her chair,

"That's not what I meant when I said 'make them'" Rita said, now Andromeda was talking shyly with the girls, they all looked scared out of their minds, Bellatrix shrugged,

"It worked."

Rita laughed, "Happy Birthday Trix, I'm sorry about your parents."

"Me too," Bellatrix replied.

Chapter 22: Second year, 1963- Ghosts of the pasts

Summary:

Halloween chapter bcs I LOVE HALLOWEEN! Also Crimson Rivers refferences

Also yes, I fucked up the dates with when they all went to school and shit but like, shhhh, it's too late to change it and honestly it kinda works.... ignore that Andromeda and Remus are the same age...

also homophobia warning

Chapter Text

October 27th, 1963,

"I just don't understand it William! I think the common room is too loud, we could go to your dorm instead..." Eliza said, she was flirting with some Slytherin 3rd year, he had been assigned to tutor her in muggle studies, Bellatrix normally tutored her friends but she knew nothing about muggle studies. He wasn't bad looking, Eliza had good taste, he had brown hair that was parted in the middle, and really blue eyes. He was barely even looking at her. This was why Bellatrix was watching, Eliza flirting is no new thing, a guy ignoring her is a new thing.

William kept brushing off any attempt Eliza made at flirting,

"This is hard to watch" Rita said,

"I like Eliza, I really do, but she needs to stop acting like a bloody whore! I mean she might not be doing anything with them yet but it will look like it." Bellatrix said,

"Little harsh Bellatrix," Alecto said,

"I'm just looking out for her, she'll have a bad reputation." Bellatrix said,

"Look! She literally put her head on his shoulder and he pulled away and sat down across from her!" Rita exclaimed,

The common room was full because it was another rainy day,

"Why won't he either just reject her or get with her..." Bellatrix questioned,

"That is him rejecting her," Rita said,

"Doesn't look like it, if someone I didn't like was on me like that I'd hex them." Bellatrix replied,

"Surprisingly Trix, most people try and be nice to people with crushes on them," Rita said,

"Whatever..."

*******

"I DONT UNDERSTAND!" Eliza wailed, she was facedown in her bed, "HE DOESN'T EVEN WANT ME!" She said,

"It's okay Eliza, there are plenty of other guys." Alecto said, she was comforting Eliza over her failed attempt at William,

"BUT I WANT HIM!"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, she saw no appeal to men other than status or children or for an alliance. "This is ridiculous," Bellatrix said under her breath to Rita. The two girls sat on Bellatrix's bed, Rita was on her knees braiding Trix's hair, Bellatrix leaned into Rita's touch, the soft tugs on her hair as Rita pulled the braid tight felt good. Bellatrix's hands were occupied with her neckless, she liked the cool metal on her fingers.

"Be nice, she's upset." Rita replied yanking extra hard on a strand, "Sorry," She said,

"Oh, you're fine, my mother brushed my hair when I was a child because no magic fixed my hair and she was always super hard on it."

"What do you mean 'fix'" Rita asked,

"Took away the thickness and curliness, the only reason she didn't cut it was because it was 'unladylike'." Bellatrix said,

"She wanted it to be straight?" Rita asked,

"Yea, more like Narcissa's,"

"I'd hate that. I love your hair." Rita said, Bellatrix smiled,

*****

October 31st, 1963,

"I LOVE HALLOWEEN!" Eliza said, the five girls were putting costumes on for the haunted maze the school had made. Bellatrix didn't want to go but Rita was making her for Eliza who was still upset over William.

"Do I have to dress up?" Bellatrix said, "I look scary enough." Rita rolled her eyes, she was dressed as a journalist,

"yes, you do." Rita said, "Everyone else will be!"

Alecto dressed as a zombie quidditch player, and Eliza was dressed as a black cat.

Rita had picked out Bellatrix's costume, it was black dress with a white collar.

"What is this supposed to be," Bellatrix asked,

"You'll see, come her let me braid your hair." Rita said. She began to braid Bellatrix's hair into pigtails,

"We should do a group costume next year!" Eliza said,

"Sorry I can't, I'll be sick." Bellatrix said,

"There!" Rita said as she finished the braids, "Now put on the dress."

Bellatrix came back out and Rita handed her a headless doll,

"Perfect!" Rita exclaimed, she brought Bellatrix in front of the mirror,

"What am I?"

"A doll."

"I figured it was the perfect costume," Rita said,

"I'd never dress like this."

"You always dress like this! This is your dress with a white collar and buttons on it!" Rita said,

"Oh."

*****

The girls went down to the common room and met Lucius, Rabastian, and Amycus. Lucius was a dementor, Rabastian was a muggle, and Amycus was a zombie Quidditch player like his sister.

They all met by the fire,

"Damn," Rabastian said,

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"He owes me a galleon," Amycus explained,

"Why?"

"We had a bet, he said you wouldn't wear a costume, I said Rita would make you. I won." Amycus said smirking,

"Rita, I bet you a galleon Amycus ends up being a queer." Bellatrix said mockingly,

"I don't like my odds there, I think you'd win that." Rita said playing along,

"Oh come off it, the both of you." Amycus said in a bored voice

"Oh don't worry Amycus, Bellatrix and Rita would still like you if you were a queer, after all they're lesbians." Rabastian said, Bellatrix heated at this,

"Oh shut the fuck up Rabastian!" Bellatrix screamed, everyone stopped and stared,

"Calm down, I was just joking. Merlin." Rabastian said,

"It's not a bloody joke!" Bellatrix hissed,

"OK!" Rita said, "Let's go down now!" Rita said attempting to de-escalate the situation. Rabastian started walking to the door of the common room and everyone followed him but Rita grabbed Bellatrix's arm to stop her,

"What? Let me go!" Bellatrix said,

"No, What was that about?" Rita said,

"He insulted us-"

"He was joking, you had just called Amycus a queer, he didn't freak out." Rita said,

"It's different!" Bellatrix defended,

"No. It's really not Trix, It's the exact same thing. You're being a hypocrite." Rita said, Bellatrix sighed petulantly, Rita sighed, "Get your shit together Trix. You can't just fire off at people who do the same thing you do." Rita said, then she turned and left the common room. Bellatrix wanted to go back upstairs and not join them to be petty, but she knew Rita was right so she took a breath and then caught up with the group.

The group got to the maze and went to the entrance, the path was only wide enough for one person at a time,

"Who's going first?" Lucius asked, no one said anything for a moment,

"Cowards," A voice said from behind them, Bellatrix turned to see Rudolphus standing over them,

"Go away!" Rabastian said to his brother, Rudolphus rolled his eyes, he had dressed in just normal black robes.

"Bellatrix, may I speak with you a moment?" He said,

"What?" Bellatrix said, she was genuinely confused considering she had just been watching Rita trying to find out if she was mad at her.

"I'd expect more eloquence from a Black," He said,

"Yes, apologies." Bellatrix switched her brain to family mode,

"Now, did you hear what I said or must I repeat myself?" He said,

"I did not hear," Bellatrix said,

"Very well, I asked if you would allow me to speak with you for a moment." Rudolphus said,

"Of course," Bellatrix said,

"Alone." He added,

"Oh! Right, yes." She walked away from the group, Rudolphus stopped when they were out of earshot,

"Do you know the plans pertaining to you?" Rudolphus asked,

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?" Bellatrix asked defensively,

"The arrangement," Rudolphus said,

"Oh, yes I was told, when were you told?" Bellatrix asked,

"When I turned 13,"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't my responsibility."

"Well it concerned me! You should've told me!" Bellatrix said in an aggravated tone,

"Calm down, I didn't find you to fight. I came to know your state of mind." Rudolphus said,

"What does that mean?"

"Well when I found out I was upset-" Rudolphus started,

"Wooooww." Bellatrix said sarcastically, "You wound me Lestrange,"

"Let me be, I was 13 you were 10. I didn't enjoy your presence at all." Rudolphus said, Bellatrix grinned,

"So what you came to make sure I wasn't revolted by you?" Bellatrix asked,

"Yes,"

"Why? It's not like if I was it would change anything, they'll make us get married no matter our feelings." Bellatrix said,

"Normally people tend to care about the feelings of others." Rudolphus said,

"whatever,"

"So you aren't upset about having to marry me?"

"Not really, I always knew I'd have no say in who I married, it could be worse."

"Do you find me handsome? Is that why you aren't upset to marry me?"

"Not particularly, but you come from a respectable family, you're not closely related to me, you're destined for a good job and you'll be able to provide. I also don't find you absolutely heinous to look at." Bellatrix said, he was attractive, Quidditch captain, the slicked back black hair with blue eyes and pale skin, not to mention his bone structure, it would make a powerful alliance but despite this Bellatrix just wasn't attracted to him for anything more than power and pleasing her parents.

Rudolphus laughed, "I assume we will be expected to dance at your family's ball?" He asked, Bellatrix grit her teeth remembering last year's ball,

"Maybe. Anyway, I must return to my friends." Bellatrix said, "Goodnight Rudolphus," She walked back to her friends,

"What was that about?" Rita asked,

"Nothing," Bellatrix answered, she didn't want Rita to know she was destined to marry Rudolphus,

"Bullshit." Rabastian said, "What did my brother want?"

"Honestly it was nothing, he asked me if I was trying out for Quidditch, I told him no." She lied,

"Then why didn't you say that?" Rabastian asked,

"Merlin is this a bloody interrogation! Can we just go through the bloody maze!" Bellatrix said,

"Fine, whatever." Rabastian relented after a moment,

"I'll go first," Amycus said, then he walked in, then Alecto, then, then Rabastian, then Lucius, then Rita went in and Bellatrix followed.

They all walked in silence until the entrance wasn't visible, parts of the maze got wider so multiple people could go at a time, sometimes it was so narrow they had to go through sideways.

"I think we're lost." Amycus said after a moment,

"We can't be, didn't you read how the maze worked? It'll have us walk around in it and then after an hour it leads us to an exit." Bellatrix called from the back of the line,

"We just walk around for an hour?" Amycus asked,

"Well it's also a challenge, there are supposed to be jump scares and riddles and escape room type things," Bellatrix said,

"Will we run into other people?"

"No."

"Why hasn't it scared us?" Amycus asked,

"OH MY GOD I DON'T KNOW!" Bellatrix snapped, after a moment she took a breath, "Actually I do know, sorry, it will start 5 minutes in, now it's been about 3." Bellatrix said,

The group continued and there was a large part where the path fit two people, Bellatrix and Rita walked slightly behind, that's when a mist crept up on the group and suddenly they were all levitated 10 feet in the air,

"HOLY CRAP!" Eliza screamed,

"How do we get down?" Alecto called to Bellatrix,

"Let me think for a second!" Bellatrix said, she ran over every levitation spell she knew and then started trying counter spells, after she tried a few they all dropped out of the air, but they were caught before they hit the ground.

"How did you do that?" Amycus asked,

"I just tried the counter spells for a couple levitation spells." Bellatrix said, Amycus stared at her in disbelief for a moment, then shook his head,

******

The group walked on and encountered a few jump-scares and a riddle which Bellatrix solved. They turned a corner and began walking through another passage, they were all spaced out when walls shot up between the nine of them,

"RITA!" Bellatrix called, there was no answer, the walls were muffled. They were all trapped in their own individual boxes until a passage opened up for each of them. Bellatrix hesitated a moment before she walked down the new passage. That's when her Uncle Orion appeared,

"Uncle Orion?" Bellatrix asked, her voice trembled slightly, he looked off, a little more insane, he advanced towards her and grabbed her wrist, "Please let me go," Bellatrix said in a panicked tone, "No. You have failed and you must be punished!" Orion said sternly, Bellatrix was breathing hard, this can't be happening she thought.

She kept trying to find a logical explanation for her Uncle being here, it must be an illusion, but it was too perfectly crafted. A boggart then, Bellatrix took a breath, then pictured herself crucioing him until he begged for death, "Ridiculous!" She said, and the Boggart turned into what she had envisioned and then disappeared.

Bellatrix had tried picturing something funny for boggarts, but it had never worked, she started picturing herself hurting the fear. Her parents had unleashed boggarts on them as punishments or to see what their biggest fear was, until now her's had been failure, that's why she hadn't recognized it, her boggart had changed.

The walls around her fell, and she heard the screams of her friends,

"RITA" Bellatrix screamed, Rita didn't seem to hear her. Great, so she was stuck here until everyone else conquered their boggarts. At least she had figured it out first, while it technically wan't a race or competition Bellatrix was treating like one.

Bellatrix listened intently to the screams she heard, maybe she could guess what the other's boggarts were.

******RITA*****

Rita watched as Bellatrix advanced towards her, but it wasn't Trix, she was older and looked more like her mother.

"Trix?" Rita asked tentatively,

"Don't call me that. You have no right to call me that." Bellatrix sneered, then she took her necklace of and threw it at Rita. It's not real, Rita thought desperately, but she couldn't hold back tears from falling on her cheeks. She couldn't stop the fear that coursed through her, the one that told her she had lost Bellatrix.

"Don't fucking cry. You did this." Bellatrix said,

"What is this?" Rita asked, she had closed her eyes, she couldn't deal with what she saw. Her voice shook,

"You know what this is, you know this will happen." Bellatrix said,

******BEllATRIX*****

Alecto was the second one to defeat her boggart, she heard a wall fall and called out, "HELLO?"

"BELLATRIX!"

"WHO IS IT?"

"ALECTO," They shouted over the screams and walls dividing them "HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO DEFEAT YOUR BOGGART?"

"A MINUTE MAYBE." Bellatrix yelled back, it had taken him longer to figure out what it was than to defeat it. Then another wall fell,

"WHO IS IT?" Alecto shouted,

"AMYCUS" he shouted back "WHO ELSE IS OUT?"

"JUST BELLATRIX,"

"MERLIN, ALWAYS FIRST ISN'T SHE" He yelled,

"YOU KNOW IT CARROW!" Bellatrix shouted,

Bellatrix went through the list in her head, Amycus had gone first, then Alecto, then Rabastian, then Lucius, then Rita, and last her. So the first three were out, two more walls fell,

"HELLO?" Lucius yelled,

"HEY!" Amycus answered, another wall, it wasn't Rita so it must have been Rabastian, great, so everyone but Rita was out, meaning everyone was together but Bellatrix was trapped on the other side of Rita.

*****RITA*****

"TRIX PLEASE!" She yelled, Bellatrix had just sent another curse at her that barely missed, "STOP."

"ADMIT IT! ADMIT YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME!" Bellatrix screamed back, she looked older every second,

"I SWEAR I ALWAYS HAVE TRIX! I DO CARE ABOUT YOU GOD I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Rita yelled, tears and dirt caked her face, Bellatrix stopped,

"What?" she asked, "You're- you- no." Bellatrix stuttered, "FUCK YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!" Bellatrix screamed,

"I LOVE YOU" Rita screamed, Bellatrix fell to the floor and Rita rushed to her,

"Get away from me," Bellatrix huffed, she could barely move,

"Trix, it's okay, it's okay. I forgive you, I love you, please don't leave." Rita said, she wasn't sure if this scared her more. She knew it wasn't real, deep down she did, but she couldn't help it. Bellatrix faded slowly and then the walls around her fell to reveal her other friends on one side and Bellatrix on the other,

******BELLATRIX*******

Rita's wall fell, she sat in the dirt, she had tear marks running down her face,

"RITA!" Bellatrix yelled, she wanted to kill whoever made the maze, white hot rage filled her veins, she wanted to end whatever had left Rita like this, she ran to her, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? I'm going to end Dumbledore." Bellatrix said in a rush, she combed the hair out of Rita's face,

"Trix, thank merlin you're okay." Rita said,

"I'm okay? That I'm okay? Rita merlin, I'm fine what the hell happened to you?!" Bellatrix exclaimed,

"I still look better," Rita said, she was tired but smiling,

"You always will look better," Bellatrix said without thinking, it was true, Rita was beautiful in a way she would never be. The blonde hair and green eyes sent Bella spiraling, her skin was like cream and she carried herself with grace, every smile, laugh, ND even glances sent Bellatrix into a place where she couldn't think, and she hated it. It made her feel weak,

Rita stood up, the others were just standing there, Bellatrix rose with her and they walked over to their other friends,

"Jesus, what was your boggart?" Amycus asked looking Rita up and down,

"Is that what that was? I guess it makes sense, if you all saw what I saw that would've been weird, especially for you Trix." Rita said, she was trying her best to act like it hadn't affected her,

Bellatrix didn't say anything but mentally she wondered what Rita had meant by that, had her boggart been something about Bellatrix? She didn't want Rita to be scared of her like that. Not even Sirius and Andromeda had Bellatrix as a boggart.

Everyone stared at Rita, "I'm fine, let's keep going." She said,

"If you say so," Amycus said.

******

They exited the maze, the group still wanted to walk around the grounds but Bellatrix wanted to go back to the dorm. Rita seemed off and Bellatrix didn't like it.

"I think I'm going to go back to the dorm. I'll see you all later." Bellatrix announced to the group, it was already dark,

"I'll come with you," Rita said immediately, she didn't want to leave Trix alone because when she couldn't see that Bellatrix was still the same and not like her boggart she couldn't function. She was terrified her boggart was real and that soon Bellatrix would turn into what she had seen.

"You don't have to." Bellatrix said,

"I want to, plus I'm tired as-well." Rita said, she linked her arm with Bellatrix's "Bye!" She said, and the two girls started walking back.

"I'm starting to think they actually are Lesbians." Amycus said when they were out of earshot.

"What was your boggart?" Rita asked,

"Failure." Bellatrix lied,

"How long did it take you?"

"A minute."

"Should've known, I guess you were the first one out."

"Yea,"

"Was your's easy? I mean, I can't imagine you being scared of anything and whatever it was you're still not that scared of it."

Bellatrix took a breath, her's had been terrifying and if she hadn't been so sure it was a boggart she never would've gotten out. Still, she felt the cold creeping feeling her uncle gave her. She hated it. "Yea, it was easy." Bellatrix answered, "Had you ever seen a boggart?"

"No, I had only read about them. Never even crossed my mind, it was so real." Rita said,

"How did you get rid of it then?"

"I'm not sure." Rita said recalling the way she held older Bellatrix in her arms begging the same girl who had just tried to hex her not to die, how she told her she loved her. "How are you supposed to get rid of them?"

"Picture something funny and then turn it into that." Bellatrix said,

"Is that what you did?"

"No, that doesn't work for me, I picture myself destroying whatever the fear is." Bellatrix said,

"What if it's a person?"

"Makes it easier, it's harder to destroy a feeling than an external fear,"

"What if it was someone you love,"

"Fear is a part of love." Bellatrix said, she remembered every time she had feared her parents, but she still loved them. Right? They must love her, Andromeda and Sirius and Narcissa and Regulus were all a little scared of her, but she still loved them. Then she thought about Rita. Rita had never made Bellatrix scared of her, she had been scared for Rita, but never of her. So it wasn't real love, she was relieved by this. It wasn't wrong because it wasn't love.

"Does it have to be?"

"It means you care."

"So you could destroy your boggart if it was Narcissa?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment, if Narcissa was her boggart whatever she was doing warrants being destroyed, "Boggarts aren't real, they project a fear, if my boggart was Narcissa I would have a reason to destroy her." Bellatrix said,

"What if it was me?" Rita asked,

Bellatrix stopped, "There's nothing you could do to scare me." Bellatrix said,

"But what if it was?"

"The only reason you'd be my boggart would be if you were betraying me, and you won't ever do that." Bellatrix said,

"But if I was?"

"Why do you care so much?"

"I just do."

"I suppose, if you were my boggart, even if you were hurting me, I couldn't destroy you." Bellatrix said, it was true, Rita could do anything to her and while she may be mad or sad, she would never take the opportunity to physically hurt her.

They had arrived at their dorm at this point,

"Could you destroy me?" Bellatrix asked,

"I don't think I could even if I wanted to, and I don't think I'd ever want to even if I could." Rita said,

"I think you could if you really tried." Bellatrix said,

"Well I won't ever."

Chapter 23: Second year, 1963- Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Summary:

Sirius giving Bellatrix migraines

Notes:

10 galleons = 200 USD

Chapter Text

******ANDROMEDA*******

November 20th, 1963,

Andromeda sat in potions class. She never got more than an Acceptable in any class but she rarely got above a Poor in potions, she was going to have a hard time at home when end of term results were sent to them.

Her new friends hated her, and she avoided them when Bellatrix wouldn't see. They never were nice to her and it showed that they didn't want her with them. Still, she shared a dorm with them, despite Andromeda being out of the common room and dorm all the time she still spent considerable time with her appointed 'friends'. Andromeda was alone.

********BELLATRIX*******

December 1st, 1963,

Snow was falling at Hogwarts. The grounds had been covered in a white blanket for almost a week now, the walk to the green houses for herbology was as pleasant as taking a swim in the ice-over lake.

Bellatrix crept out of bed, the room was cold and snow fell outside the window. She walked over to Rita's bed and opened the curtains.

"Hey." Rita said, she was already awake.

"How did you know I'd come?" Bellatrix asked, she had debated going to Rita in the early morning to wish her happy birthday the way Rita did, in the end she decided to do so. No because she wanted to but because Rita might like it.

"Because I know you Trix." Rita said with a smile, Bellatrix climbed into her best friend's bed.

"Happy birthday Rita." Bellatrix said, she pulled out a medium sized box, Rita took it and opened it to find a pretty emerald green cloak. It had a beautiful diamond on the clasp,

"Merlin Trix. How much was this?" Rita asked,

"Uh, 10 galleons?" Bellatrix said, she didn't remember exactly, she had never looked at price tags.

"TRIX!" Rita exclaimed,

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"That's too much." Rita said,

"It's nothing," Bellatrix said, she thought it was a reasonable price for the product, and in the grand scheme of things it was nothing.

"You're such a bourgeoisie." Rita said as she felt the soft cloak,

"Very much so." Bellatrix answered,

"What are the chances your parents let you come to mine for Christmas?" Rita asked,

"Zero, also Zero for them allowing you to our Christmas." Bellatrix said,

"What did I do at your Christmas?" Rita asked,

"Nothing, but the whole thing with Orion, better to avoid it. Trust me, you're not missing anything." Bellatrix said,

"I'll be missing you." Rita said,

"Like I said, not much." Bellatrix responded

*******

After classes Rita and her friends had a little celebration. They all gathered in their dorm and had cake Bellatrix had taken from the kitchen.

"So, It's time we write another article. We've done like, only two, this year." Rita said,

"Not much is happening, everything that happens is Black family drama, and Bellatrix has ruled that out." Eliza said,

"There has to be something!" Rita said,

"We aren't even getting submissions, the last one said "stop ruining people's lives" and that's not exactly gossip." Alecto said,

"Maybe we should give it up, we hardly have time anymore, and we'll have less as the years go on." Eliza suggested,

"What do you think Trix?" Rita asked,

"I'm running out of spells to deliver, plus Dumbledore." Bellatrix said, "But I'll keep going as long as you want me."

"Look, it's not that it's not fun, but it's really not worth it. Alecto barely is involved and I do almost nothing." Alecto said,

"So you're quitting?" Rita asked,

"Yea, sorry Rita, good luck though." Alecto said, it was getting late, she got up and went to her bed.

"Eliza?" Rita asked,

"Sorry." She said and then left as well,

"Trix?"

"I'll always be wherever you want me." Bellatrix said, she was having less trouble expressing feelings now that she had decided it wasn't 'love' with Rita because there was no fear.

"Well, wanna work on our next article?"

"Sure,"

*******

December 17th, 1963,

"I can't wait for school to be over!" Eliza said, they were all packing their things for Christmas break,

******
December 18th, 1963,

The five girls sat in their train-car,

"I'm going to miss Jupiter." Rita said, she had Jupiter and Saturn out of their cadges. "Saturn agrees."

"This is why you shouldn't name birds, or any animal." Bellatrix said,

"Because then they love you?"

"Because everyone around you wants to strangle the birds, and you."

"Do you want to strangle the birds and me?"

"No but I've grown attached to you and the birds."

"Can we please talk about anything less boring? I mean you two sound like a couple arguing over who should hang up the phone first." Eliza said,

"What's a phone?" Bellatrix asked,

"Muggle invention."

******

Bellatrix grabbed Andromeda from her car when the train started pulling in. The two got off together and walked towards their family. Druella, Cygnus, and Narcissa were standing on the platform. Bellatrix hurried towards them.

"Come, we're all going to Aunt and Uncle's." Druella said, the kids all grabbed onto an adult and they dissaparated.

Uncle and Aunt's house was much darker than Bellatrix's, it was also creepier. The family walked up the stone steps to the front door, Kreature let them in. Immediately all the children were put in the drawing room. They all sat down, Bellatrix had Narcissa and Regulus next to her. They had been clinging to her since they were out of their parents sight.

Bellatrix was surprised at this, she would've thought Regulus would want to be with Sirius, then again she wouldn't be surprised if he had heard an earful about how horrible Sirius was.

Chapter 24: Second year, 1963- Rough on the surface

Chapter Text

December 24th, 1963,

Bellatrix woke up at 7, she sat around her room until 8 when a knock came. She went to open the door and found Regulus and Narcissa outside.

"Can you help us get ready?" Narcissa asked,

"Why?" Bellatrix realized it sounded harsh, "I mean, yes sure. Come in."

Bellatrix directed them to put their outfits on the bed while they washed up. After she helped Regulus with his hair, then Narcissa's. She braided the long blonde hair into a crown and then used a spray to set it. Bellatrix was still in her nightgown and painting Narcissa's lips a rosy color to match her cheeks when Regulus spoke,

"Can you put some makeup on me?" He asked, Bellatrix froze for a moment, she knew she shouldn't, it wasn't right, but she didn't want to say no to Regulus.

"How about, after the ball, you come to my room and I'll put as much on you as you want?" Bellatrix said after a moment, Regulus's face fell for a moment,

"Oh, Okay." He said,

"Fine, just a little come here." Bellatrix folded and put some light color on his cheeks and lips.

Regulus smiled when Bellatrix finished and looked at himself in the mirror.

It took almost 3 hours to get Narcissa and Regulus ready, Bellatrix was still in her nightgown. She ran to the bathroom when she had finished to put on her dress. It was black with lace and a corset top. Bellatrix laced the corset and tied it as tight as she could. She came out of the bathroom and did her hair in an updo while Narcissa and Regulus watched. Bellatrix caught a glimpse of Narcissa behind her in the mirror.

"You're really pretty Bella. I wished I looked like you." She said, Bellatrix turned to face her,

"Thank you Cissa, but you're just as pretty if not prettier. Don't wish to look like me." Bellatrix said, then she put light makeup on and the three went down to the drawing room.

Andromeda and Sirius were no where to be seen. It was noon and no one had called for them. An hour before guests would arrive, Kreature appeared in the drawing room to tell them to come to the ballroom.

Walburga, Orion, Sirius, Druella, Cygnus, and Andromeda stood by the door to the ballroom. Bellatrix walked towards them and she got a better look at Sirius and Andromeda. Sirius wore a black satin suit and cloak, the coller was really high and encrusted with gems. Andromeda's hair had been curled and she was dressed in a black velvet gown that covered most of her body. They both looked miserable and in pain. Narcissa coughed to conceal a laugh.

"Father," Bellatrix greeted,

"Bellatrix,"

"don't you look lovely!" Orion said, Bellatrix swallowed a wave of nausea,

"Thank you." She said, as long as it's not Cissa a Reggie, she thought,

*****

Guests started arriving, Andromeda was greeting each guest, Sirius looked like Walburga had chained him to her, Narcissa was talking with Bellatrix's friends, and Regulus was following Bellatrix wherever in shadow. Bellatrix walked through the party avoiding her Uncle and greeting people. Soon, dancing began, Rudolphus came to fetch Bellatrix for the first dance.

"Bellatrix, may I have this dance?" He asked extending a hand, Bellatrix took it and followed him onto the floor. They danced for two danced before Bellatrix excused herself. Rudolphus was significantly taller, Bellatrix only came up to his shoulders, not to mention twice as strong. He was practically yanking Bellatrix around like a doll, after all, he was three years older. Bellatrix left the floor where Regulus met her.

"He's attractive." Regulus said plainly, it was true, blue eyes, black hair, pale skin, strong jaw, he was attractive.

"Yea, well good for me because I'm arranged to marry him after I graduate." She said,

"Will I have an arranged marriage?" Regulus asked,

"No, it's just first borns. So Sirius and I." Bellatrix said,

"So I can marry whoever I want?"

"Yes, well, no. You couldn't marry anyone the family doesn't approve of." Bellatrix said

"Right." Regulus said, he saw Walburga advancing and quickly slipped back into the shadows.

"Well, I saw you and Rudolphus. The two of you will make fine heirs. He will need to learn to admire and love you, but that will come when you grow. What do you think?" Walburga said,

"He's certainly not horrible at all." Bellatrix said, she still had little regard for him, after all he was just going to be married to her, that had nothing to do with love.

"Not at all." Walburga said,

"Doesn't speak much." Bellatrix remarked,

"Well that's an advantage dear." Walburga said giving Bellatrix a wink.

A few more dances passed before Bellatrix went back to dancing with Rudolphus.

The night was uneventful, thank god. The only thing was, whenever she danced with Rudolphus, she desperately wished it were Rita. She wanted Rita there, Bellatrix decided that next year she would have her parents agree to Rita again.

Chapter 25: Second year, 1964- but you cut through like a knife

Summary:

NEW POV UNLOCKED YALL!

Chapter Text

January 5th, 1964,

Bellatrix left her family on the platform as she boarded the train with Andromeda before promptly losing them and going to the car she shared with Rita.

She opened the door and Rita sprang up to give her a hug, which she gratefully accepted. The girls sat down as the train started leaving.

Eliza was telling Alecto about her break while Bellatrix sat staring out the window as Rita laid her head on her shoulder.

******

January 6th, 1964,

Bellatrix and Rita sat side by side in Slughorn's potions class. They were brewing giggling draught, it was the most complicated they had done, but Bellatrix was fine. Her potions were always perfect, and by extension, Rita's. Slughorn walked over,

"Ah, Miss Black, Miss Skeeter, perfect as always."

He dismissed the class but asked Bellatrix and Rita to stay, "Girls, now, normally with second yeasr I don't do this." He said, Bellatrix froze, her blood went cold and she wanted to throw up. It couldn't happen again, she wouldn't let it. "But, you are both exceptional students and I suspect great things from the both of you, so I am extending an invitation to you both for a special dinner with a select group of students." He finished, Bellatrix sighed a breath of relief,

"Thank you professor." Rita said since Bellatrix was panicked.

"Wonderful it's this friday at 7!" He said, Rita thanked him again, assured him they'd be there, then Rita pulled Bellatrix out,

"What was that?" She asked,

"What was what?" Bellatrix said, regaining her cool air though she never thought she had it

"Oh don't give me that Trix."

"I thought he meant something else." Bellatrix said with a wave of her hand, though she looked nervous again,

"what-?" Rita started but then thought about what Bellatrix had assumed, "Merlin Trix! He wouldn't do that! I can't imagine anyone who would! Why would you think that?" Rita said as she realized what Trix had thought.

"I don't know." Bellatrix lied, "I can't imagine anyone who would either." She lied again, inside she was panicking,

"You can't just imagine the worst of people." Rita said,

"Watch me." Bellatrix mumbled,

*****

It was the end of the day and the girls were in the library studying, Bellatrix had finished and was just helping her friends.

"UGH" Alecto exclaimed,

"You'll get it Alecto." Bellatrix said absentmindedly as she looked over Rita's essay

"No, I forgot my potions book in Trelawny's class." She said,

"Just go get it." Eliza said.

"I can't, it'll be locked,"

"You're a witch no? You can do an unlocking charm." Bellatrix said,

"Well, I have an exam in Defense against Dark Arts tomorrow so I have to stay and study." Alecto said,

"You have a potions essay tomorrow as well." Rita reminded her,

"Merde!" She cursed,

"I'll go get it. Can't be far." Bellatrix said, "I'm done anyway."

"Really? Thanks!" Alecto said, "You're the best."

"yes, I'm aware, where is it?" Bellatrix asked,

"The east tower, at the top."

"Merlin! That's across the castle!" Bellatrix said,

"So you won't get it?" Alecto said, her shoulders sagged,

"No, no, I'll still get it. I'll be back." Bellatrix said, she began walking to the divination classroom.

The walk did her well, it was quiet in this part of the castle now that it was nearly evening. She got to the bottom of the tower where Trelawney's class was and started to climb the stairs. She got to the class a little out of breath and paused before trying the door, it was unlocked. She opened it and saw a blonde and brunette sitting on the window bench smoking, they hadn't seen her yet.

"And I told her to shove it up her arse." The brunette said, the blonde started laughing,

"Merlin, Doll you can't say that to the profs." The blonde said, the smell of what they were smoking hit, she didn't recognize it. Their cloaks were draped over a chair next to Bellatrix, their shoes as well. They were both Slytherins.

Bellatrix watched and listened them for entirely too long, she watched each time the blonde looked at the brunette and bit her lip, when the brunette stole a glance when she thought the other wasn't looking, she listened to them talk and laugh and get closer. She watched them pull out another roll of whatever they were smoking and light it. She saw the way the blonde's eyes trailed to the brunette's lips as she puffed the roll; all of it. Then they kissed, and they would've kept kissing had Bellatrix not accidentally hit a crystal that fell and shattered.

"Shit-" The blonde said as she got off the brunette,

"Leave her," The brunette said, she wiped off the other girl's lipstick,

"I'm sorry, I came to get my friend's potion book." Bellatrix said, she repaired the ball with a flick of her wand. "Accio Alecto's potion book." The book went flying at Bellatrix who caught it and started to run out but the blonde grabbed her arm,

"Who are you?" She asked looking Bellatrix up and down, they were almost the same height.

"Who are you?!" Bellatrix responded,

"Merlin, Rosy, leave her." The brunette said from the bench.

"Rosy?" Bellatrix said,

"Short for Rosemary." The blonde said, "Rosemary Greengrass." She said,

"So my family is obsessed with space names and yours is into plants. Why are none of the sacred 28 families normal." Bellatrix said annoyed, Rosemary paused for a moment and then let her go,

"Bellatrix Black." She said,

"Correct,"

"Shit," the brunette said, "She won't tell will she?" She walked over,

"That you were smoking or sinning?" Bellatrix asked,

"Sinning? Really?" The brunette said,

"Yes, a woman and a woman shou-" Bellatrix started but the brunette grabbed her face

"Really?" She asked, "Because I find it's better when they do, plus it doesn't count as intercourse, so it's not wrong on the 'saving yourself' side of things." She said, Bellatrix snapped to attention for some reason at this."Oh? Does that excite you? Ya know, maybe you aren't upset we're fags, maybe you can't accept that's who you are." She taunted,

"Ridiculous." Bellatrix said, her breathing picked up and her color darkened,

"Mhmm." The brunette mused and then dropped her face,

"Who are you?" Bellatrix asked,

"You wouldn't know. I'm not sacred 28." she said winking,

Bellatrix turned and left at this. She practically ran until she was far away from the tower before stopping. A million things ran through her mind.

She walked back into the library after calming down, she sat down with her friends, she had decided to not tell them, or anyone, what she had seen. For one she didn't actually know who the other girl was, or much about what they were doing, plus, a part of her knew Rita would make an article, and the Greengrasses were a pure family, she wouldn't want her or Andromeda's drama laid out for everyone. Deep down the real reason she would never say anything was because they had a point, it didn't violate any rules about relations outside of marriage, and if no one knew...

*****

January 9th, 1964

Bellatrix thought about that night in Trelawney's class a lot. She wanted to be grossed out, and she convinced herself she was, but really she imagined that it was her, that she was brave enough to do something like that.

Classes were out for the day, but Rita and Bellatrix were getting ready for Slughorn's dinner. Bellatrix was still apprehensive about it. The girls walked down to his large office to find a round table where Slughorn and a few other students sat discussing. Bellatrix looked around to find her and Rita's places at the table, they were across from each other.

"it's fine Trix." Rita said, noticing Bella's unease about the situation. The girls sat down and more students began to come. Slughorn was talking to some Ravenclaw. Rudolphus walked in and stopped at the sight of Bellatrix, Bellatrix looked at him indifferently, he scanned the table and found his place-card right next to Bellatrix. He rolled his eyes at took the seat, Bellatrix scrunched up her face at his reaction. It wasn't like she had put him next to her, and neither of them had any control over the arrangement.

Rita shot a questioning glance at Bellatrix, she still hadn't told Rita. Bellatrix waved her hand to tell her it was nothing.

A few more students came in, none of them Bellatrix knew, then one she did. The brunette whose name she still didn't know walked in, there was only one place left, the one on the other side of Bellatrix. They both froze,

"Ah, Miss Cassandra, please sit." Slughorn said, she smiled and took her seat. Dinner commenced and when everyone's attention was engaged Cassandra grabbed Bellatrix's arm,

"What are you doing here?" She whispered, Rita who had been looking at Bellatrix while faking paying attention to Slughorn saw the whole thing,

"Eating dinner." Bellatrix whispered,

"Don't give me that." She said,

"Stop. Pretend we don't know each other. I haven't told anyone and I won't as long as you and Rosemary pretend it didn't happen." Bellatrix whispered sharply, at this moment Cassandra looked over to see Rita staring at them,

"Really, you didn't tell anyone? Not even the blonde over there who looks at you like she wants to kiss you?" Cassandra said smugly,

"What? Rita and I are just friends! Why do people keep saying this! And no I didn't tell her, now stop before she asks me about it later because then I'll have to tell her." Bellatrix said, Cassandra smiled and shook her head, it was all too familiar, the way Rita looked at Bellatrix was akin to how Rose used to look at her. The things Bellatrix said were so alike what she used to say. Right then she made it her personal mission to have them get together, otherwise they'd be in 7th year kissing for the first time and wished they had more time just like her and Rose.

*******

For the rest of the dinner Cassandra and Rudolphus ignored Bellatrix, though Cassandra watched her and Rita. After it was over Rita was back at Bellatrix's side, and Cassandra was watching them both,

"What was that?" Rita asked,

"What?" Bellatrix said, pretending she didn't know,

"The thing with the girl you were talking too, Cassandra." Rita said,

"Nothing," Bellatrix lied,

"Liar." Rita said,

"I'd be lying if I told you anything else Rita. Drop it." Bellatrix said harshly, she didn't like keeping things from Rita, but if she knew she'd write about it.

Rita and Bellatrix argued all the way back to the Slytherin common room.

"Why won't you tell me!" Rita said finally,

"Because you'd write about it, and maybe it's not something that needs to be advertised!" Bellatrix said,

"Trix, I would never write about anything you didn't want me to." Rita said, she was hurt Bellatrix didn't trust her.

"What if it was really good gossip." Bellatrix said,

"If you asked me not to I wouldn't." Rita said, "Trix, you can trust me." She added, in that moment Bellatrix would have told her anything she wanted to know, and she did. They went to their dorm and sat in Bellatrix's bed with a muffling spell as Bellatrix told her all about what happened when she went to get Alecto's book.

*****RITA*****

As Bellatrix told Rita everything that had happened she tried harder and harder not to cry. Bellatrix was telling her the exact views Rita feared she had, that she found queers despicable and that she didn't trust Rita.

 

Chapter 26: Second year, 1964- it's fine to fake it till you make it

Summary:

Also I'm, kinda jst skipping to the end of this school year bcs why not.

Chapter Text

February 1st, 1964,

"Rita?" Bellatrix asked, the two girls sat in the library studying for final exams,

"Yea?" Rita answered without looking up,

"Remember that book you talked about a while ago?" Bellatrix said, Rita's quill froze,

"Uh, can you be more specific?" Rita asked, she continued to write, though she was paying more attention to Bellatrix.

"You said you wanted me to read it, it was a muggle book but you liked it. If I look in the letters you sent me I'm sure I can find the name, it was a name of some sort." Bellatrix said, she was oblivious to the fact Rita was freaking out slightly.

"Jane Eyre." Rita said,

"Yea, that one." Bellatrix said absentmindedly,

"What about it?" Rita asked,

"Well, I found a copy in the Library so I'm going to read it and take notes. Then I'll go home and read the letters you sent so I can understand what you were saying." Bellatrix said nonchalantly,

"You don't have to do that."

"Eh, I have nothing else to do over the summer." Bellatrix said, and just like that the discussion was over.

Rita had accepted the fact Bellatrix resented queers, and honestly she had come to agree. She had been confused, but she didn't have a crush on Bellatrix. Anyways, she used to and now they were great friends but Rita had written sickening letters.

Rita had nothing to do but ruin every attempt Bellatrix made to read the book. She couldn't bring it back to her house, so she might not finish it. All these attempts worked quite well and Bellatrix was only able to read the first couple chapters.

******

February 7th, 1964

Bellatrix received a letter from her aunt at breakfast.

*Dear Bellatrix,

After deliberation with your parents we have all come to an agreement that next year you shall join the quidditch team. It is becoming quite the reformed sport and it is a great achievement and show of good breeding. Anyhow, you are excellent on a broom, I know you don't need preparation but I wanted to let you know just so it doesn't come as a shock.

Yours, Aunt Walburga

Ps. I do hope you are intelligent enough to try for the position of seeker*

"Crap." Bellatrix muttered as she read over the letter,

"Mhm?" Rita questioned and peered over Bella's shoulder to read the letter. The blonde laughed and turned away,

"It's not funny!" Bellatrix said lightly pushing Rita,

"Yea, no, it kinda is. " Rita said,

"What?" Alecto asked,

"Trix's parents are making her tryout for quidditch next year. Oh, as a seeker." Rita said,

"Actually?" Alecto said,

"Yes." Bellatrix said, she handed the letter around to her friends,

"Do you even know the rules of quidditch?" Eliza asked,

"NO! I don't! I've never played or payed attention to a game! Why would they think I could do this!" Bellatrix said,

"Because, you're a bloody fast flier." Rita said,

"Alecto, I'm going to ask you for help with this and you are to tell no one." Bellatrix said,

"You don't even have to ask, I've long awaited being better than you ate something, I'll help you. Meet me on the quidditch pitch every day at 5am." Alecto agreed eagerly,

"Deal." Bellatrix said,

"That's so early!" Eliza said,

"I usually get up around then anyway." Bellatrix said,

"Freak." Eliza said,

"Whatever." Bella said, "I'll meet you there."

******

Bellatrix borrowed a broom from Hogwarts, she figured her parents would get her the top of the line gear soon anyway. Rita went anywhere Bellatrix went.

"This is ridiculous." Bellatrix complained as she read about the rules of quidditch,

"No it's not." Rita said,

"Listen to this, 'It is illegal to use love potion during a match' WHY DID THAT NEED TO BE A RULE?" Bellatrix shouted in frustration, Rita laughed,

"People do strange things every day." Rita said,

******

February 8th, 1964, 5am

Bellatrix was on the pitch at 4:50. She woke up and 4, Rita woke with her and braided her hair. Bellatrix then quickly dressed and went down to the dressing room to put on her gear.

Alecto flew down from somewhere and met Bellatrix,

"Nice broom." Alecto scoffed, Bellatrix didn't know anything about brooms, she had just picked the one that looked least ornate.

"Well it's fine."

"Not when you have to catch a snitch." Alecto said, she took Bellatrix to the broom shed and pulled out another broom that wasn't overly done but it was still really neat. "This will still suck but," Alecto said handing the broom to Bellatrix.

They walked back onto the pitch and Alecto instructed Bellatrix to mount her broom and do a few laps.

The morning air was cold, but Bellatrix felt good flying around with the wind pushing the small curls that escaped her braids back.

"So, the biggest thing is being able to split your attention between the match and the snitch. Seekers need to see where all the players are, where all the balls are, and look for the snitch. Then they have to be fast." Alecto said, the two of them were in the air and Bellatrix was growing restless as Alecto explained tactics.

"Great, can we run something." Bellatrix said,

"But-" Alecto started,

"I'm fine, just let's try a drill and if I suck we can go from there." Bellatrix said,

"Fine," Alecto said, she took out a bludgger and the quaffle and enchanted them to fly around, then she took a small red ball and enchanted it to fly around. "It's not a snitch but it will still be hard to catch, and the other balls will distract you." Alecto said,

"So, catch the red ball?" Bellatrix asked,

"Yes." Alecto said, Bellatrix shrugged and then shot into the air after the red ball.

She felt a rush as she jolted up on the broom, the red ball always in view. It went around the arena, winding through the hoops and trying to lose her. Bellatrix dodged the bludgger a couple times but eventually caught the ball. Then she landed next to Alecto smiling,

"Not bad? I thought I'd hate it, I'm always so proper but this is fun, it's like breathing freezing air and it stings your nose but you love it!" Bellatrix said, she was so energized,

"Talk about a flyers high." Alecto muttered, "Really good actually, I was having a hard time keeping the ball out of reach." she said,

"What next?"

"Honestly, I don't really know, I'm a beater, ask the seeker." Alecto said with a shrug.

"Who's the seeker?" Bellatrix asked

"Well, right now it's this 7th year, his name is Taylor Nemallin." Alecto said,

"So how do I talk to him?" Bellatrix asked,

"I don't know, come to my practice, I'll get him to talk to you." Alecto said.

Bellatrix left the field wishing she had done more.

*****

Alecto walked but with Taylor after her practice.

"So this is Bellatrix, she's super good on a broom, but she's never played before. She wants to try for seeker next year." Alecto said,

"Hi, I'm Bellatrix Black." Bellatrix said as she extended her hand for Taylor to shake.

"Hi." He said, "Nice you meet you."

"Uhm, I have to go, but you two talk." Alecto said, and with that she left,

"Get on your broom." Taylor said,

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"You want to be a seeker, I want to see how you fly." Taylor said,

"So, you'll teach me?" Bellatrix asked,

"Well that depends on how you fly." He said.

*****

Bellatrix and Taylor flew for almost two hours before he called it to an end. He told Bellatrix to start meeting him after every practice for lessons.

Considering her first time playing, she was quite good. She could do anything on a broom and she listened well.

"How was it?" Rita asked when Bellatrix walked back in,

"Actually well, I don't like watching quidditch, but playing is more fun." Bellatrix said,

"Well I'm excited for my girl to be on the team!" Rita said,

"I'm not on it yet." Bellatrix said,

"Well you will be."

*******

March 1st, 1964

Bellatrix sat at the window in the common room, she was reading Jane Eyre, she hadn't gotten far, only the first chapter, she couldn't read it over break and something always seems to disrupt her when she's at Hogwarts.

Across the common room, Cassandra and Rosemary sat watching her.

"Honestly Cass, I don't know why you care, she might not even be queer." Rosemary said,

"She is, watch her with Rita." Cassandra said, she had been trying to convince Rose to help get the girls together.

It wasn't long before Rita came down and interrupted Bellatrix.

"TRIX!" She skipped over, Bellatrix closed her book,

"Rita," Bellatrix said, Rita moved Bella's legs off the other end of the couch she sat on and sat down. Bellatrix began to read again but Rita grabbed the book, "give that back." Bellatrix ordered,

"No, talk to me. You don't talk anymore! I miss your voice." Rita said,

"Ew, never say anything like that again." Bellatrix said, then she smiled, Rita smiled as well.

*******

April 17th, 1964,

"Run it again!" Taylor yelled, he was in the air supervising the team in their practice game. Bellatrix flew around on her broom waiting for them to finish,

The players groaned and went back a few positions, Bellatrix was actually learning a lot while watching them. She had been sitting on the bleachers but it got boring.

"BLACK!" Taylor yelled abruptly after they had run it again, Bellatrix stopped and turned around, she flew up to Taylor slowly.

"Don't yell at me." Bellatrix said calmly but with a look that would make anyone back down, "Now, what?"

Taylor colored and stared at her for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth it,

"Step in." He said,

"Where?" Bellatrix asked,

"Seeker, I'll release a snitch for you." He said, "We're gonna go into overtime for practice so you might as well start yours. We can't have Slytherin seeker-less when I leave." He said, Bellatrix smiled and flew onto the pitch,

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Rudolphus yelled from his broom,

"Relax, she's joining as seeker," Taylor said,

"Yes, relax Lestrange," Bellatrix winked as she flew past him,

"But-" He started to argue but Taylor blew his whistle and released the snitch.

*******

May 5th, 1964,

"I'm screwed for finals." Eliza said,

"You said that last year," Bellatrix replied,

"And?"

"And you got all 'E's"

"It's not fair," Eliza said,

"What isn't?"

"You! You never study but you always get perfect scores or the highest in the year!"

"I study a lot." Bellatrix said,

"Yea, but still, I study just as much!"

"No you don't," Bellatrix laughed

"Yea, I really don't" Eliza said realizing that was ridiculous, "I wish my family was like yours, maybe then I'd be perfect."

*******

June 1st, 1964

Bellatrix sat in the library with Rita while she crammed for their potions final, which was the next day.

"If you don't know it by now you're screwed," Bellatrix said,

"Shut up. quiz me." Rita said,

"How do you brew wolfsbane?"

"Isn't that a plant?"

"I don't know but it's the potion we learned at the beginning of the year." Bellatrix said,

"I don't know."

"You're screwed,"

"Very supportive."

********

June 2nd, 1964

The potions final was actually easy.

******

June 7th, 1964

Finals week went really well for Bellatrix, her friends did fine, Andromeda thought she had failed everything.

Bellatrix and Rita laid in her bed with the curtains closed,

"I can't go a whole summer without you." Rita said,

"You made it 13 years before." Bellatrix answered

"Well I didn't know you for 11 of those."

"Fair."

"It's our last night here!"

"Until September."

"That's really far away."

Bellatrix smiled, she was just happy to be spending her last hours at Hogwarts until next year lying with Rita.

Chapter 27: Summer, 1964- Devils roll the dice

Chapter Text

June 8th, 1964

Bellatrix and Rita sat in their train car silently, Rita was practically on top of Bellatrix who sat there and let it happen. The train pulled into the station and Bellatrix said goodbye to Rita as she went to get Andromeda. The children walked off the platform to find their parents, Narcissa, Uncle and Aunt, and Sirius and Regulus.

Various greetings were exchanged,

"Bellatrix, Regulus, come here." Druella said, she held out her arm and they both took it, "Andromeda, you're going with Walburga and Orion." Druella said, and then they dissaparated.

"Bellatrix take them and go to the drawing room." Druella said when they were inside the house.

Bellatrix took Regulus and Narcissa to the drawing room, when they entered they both hugged Bellatrix,

"Bella, I missed you." Narcissa said, she had grown taller, so had Regulus,

"You both look well." Bellatrix said looking them both over, "Why are Sirius and Andy going to Walburga and Orion's?"

"They've decided to keep us separated from them." Narcissa said,

"Ah," Bellatrix said, she wasn't sure what the appropriate response for that was. Horrendum came in,

"Miss Black is needed in Master's office." She said,

"What? You just got back!" Narcissa said,

"And I'll be right back." Bellatrix said, "I know the way, thank you Horrendum."

Bellatrix walked through the dark hallways of the house and came to her father's study, she was about to open the door when it swung open,

"Come in Bellatrix." Her father's voice called, she walked in. "Sit." He commanded, she sat,

"How was school?" He asked, Bellatrix was careful with her answer,

"I learned much," She replied,

"Good," he said, she let out a breath, so far so good, "As you know, you are to play quidditch next year, of course for a woman the only good position is seeker, so that's what you'll be." He said,

"Yes." Bellatrix said, not that she had a say in the matter,

"And you know that after you graduate you will marry Rudolphus."

"Yes."

"He is a fine lad."

"Yes,"

"Do you think Narcissa and Regulus will do well at Hogwarts?"

Bellatrix paused for a moment, "They were never a problem." she said, Cygnus nodded,

"You may go." He said,

"Thank you," Bellatrix said uncertainly and left.

She walked back to the drawing room.

"Here, she's back." Regulus said to Narcissa,

"I am back." Bellatrix said, she walked over to the table they sat beside, "what are you doing?"

"Cards," Regulus answered, he twirled a card between his fingers to distract Narcissa as he reached behind her ear to pull out a card, she laughed,

Reg and Cissa listened intently as Bellatrix told them all about Hogwarts, they asked a million questions and by the time they finished Horrendum came to tell them it was time for bed.

"Can we sleep in your room?" Narcissa asked,

Bellatrix knew her parents wouldn't approve, she knew she should say no, but she couldn't "Sure."

***

It took some time, but finally everyone was asleep, Bellatrix and Narcissa laid on the bed while Regulus slept on the small couch.

"Bella," Narcissa whispered,

"Shh Cissy, go to sleep." Bellatrix coed,

"Do you love Rudolphus?" She asked,

"No,"

"Then why are you marrying him?"

"Many reasons."

"Will I have to marry someone I don't love."

Bellatrix desperately wished she could say that Narcissa wouldn't have to, but she knew that wasn't true. 'Maybe, but I definitely have to."

"Do you think he loves you?"

"Quite the opposite, no." Bellatrix laughed a little at the thought, any time he saw her he acted like she was an infuriating stray who kept licking him,

"Will you ever love him?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment, "Maybe, probably not, but maybe."

"Is there someone else you love?"

For some reason Rita was the first person to come to mind, "No," She said, dismissing the idea

"Not even Rita?" Narcissa asked,

"She's a friend, I care for her very much."

"But do you love her?"

"It's different."

"Because she's a girl?"

"Yes,"

"If she wasn't a girl would you love her?"

"If she wasn't a girl I'd marry her on the spot,"

"What if our family said no?"

"i'd run away."

"No you wouldn't!" Narcissa gasped,

"I would, and I'd take you and Regulus with me." Bellatrix said,

"Well, ok." Narcissa said softly,

They both sat in silence for a few more minutes before Narcissa spoke again,

"Do you not love her because she's a girl, or do you love her but she's a girl?"

Bellatrix froze, she knew the answer, she knew she loved Rita, she wouldn't admit she knew, but she knew. "I don't love her because she's a girl." Bellatrix said as she thought about it,

"What if I loved a girl?"

"You won't, and I don't, for the record, this is me saying I do not love Rita." Bellatrix said, making sure it was clear.

"But what if I do?"

"Cissa," Bellatrix said,

"What would you do if you loved Rita?"

"Never tell anyone ever." Bellatrix said,

"Not even me?"

"Maybe if it ever worked out, but even if this happened, our families would never allow it."

"You wouldn't run away still?"

"No."

*****

June 16th, 1964

The summer had been peaceful, the children were allowed in the garden almost the entire day. Bellatrix played with them outside, they pretended they were adventurers lost in a forest. She told them scary stories when they were under a thick arch that blocked out almost all the light. When they went inside Bellatrix sat with them in the drawing room, she played piano for them and read to them. The only bad parts of these days for them was eating with their family.

"Where were you?" Druella asked when Cygnus joined them for dinner, he was drunk,

"None of your concern." Cygnus said coldly, "Bellatrix come here," Bellatrix rose and walked over to her father. When she reached him, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face Narcissa and Regulus. "Bellatrix, is your example. Sirius and Andromeda are failures and-"

"Don't say that!" Druella interrupted, Cygnus hit her without thought, then turned back to Regulus and Narcissa, Bellatrix shook slightly in her father's grip, she just hoped he didn't hurt Reg or Cissa, she would never forgive herself.

"As I was saying, Andromeda, your whore mother!" Cygnus said loudly. Bellatrix wiggled out of her father's grip as he insulted her mother. Narcissa had fled the room, poor Regulus sat at the table frozen. Bellatrix slipped over to him as Druella began yelling at Cygnus who then yelled back, she gripped his arm and pulled him out of the chair,

"Come on," She whispered, Regulus began to walk with her. Bellatrix took him to the drawing room. "Cissa?" She called softly,

"She won't be here." Regulus said quietly,

"Why?" Bellatrix asked,

"It's not safe." Regulus said simply, like it was the most normal thing, like all families had places in their homes that weren't safe.

Of course, Bellatrix thought, sometimes she forgot, not often, but sometimes she did forget she didn't live somewhere secure. "Where is she?" Bellatrix asked,

"Better question, the other one was stupid, especially for you." Regulus said, he smiled slightly when Bellatrix looked at him,

"Was that your attempt at a joke?" Bellatrix asked smiling,

"I've heard it lightens the mood." Regulus said with a grin,

"What do you think?"

"Overrated."

"Definitely," Bellatrix said laughing a little, she hugged Regulus.

"She'll be in your room." Regulus said,

"Well, let's go to my room." Bellatrix said.

They began walking to her room, the halls echoed with the screams of her parents, it was a very echoey house.

Bellatrix opened her door and quickly closed it before casting a muffling charm, mostly so they didn't hear their parents.

"Cissy?" Bellatrix called softly,

"Mhm," Narcissa said, she sat, curled up in a chair in the corner of Bellatrix's room. Her knees were against her chest and her head lay on it's side,

"Are you alright?"

"Yea, it's been happening more. It started when you left for Hogwarts, it's gotten worse this year. I've gotten used to it, best thing to do is stay out of it. No use trying to help." Narcissa said. Bellatrix's heart broke, she had left, she had left them all in that house, she couldn't protect them. Narcissa had dealt with this for two years on her own because Merlin knows Andromeda never bloody helped.

"I'm sorry." Bellatrix said,

"It's okay." Narcissa said, she knew Bellatrix meant she was sorry she wasn't there, but Bellatrix couldn't be everywhere and Narcissa seemed to be the only one who understood that. Bellatrix wanted to be everywhere and everyone wanted her to be everywhere. The only break Narcissa could give her was being the least troublesome child. She knew she could've written to Bella about what was happening, she knew Bella would've somehow protected her, but she didn't.

Bellatrix didn't see Cissa not telling her as a favor, she thought Narcissa didn't trust her, and that hurt. Then again she was a bit of a hypocrite because she constantly lied to Cissa, but just to keep her safe, though that is what Narcissa was doing.

******

June 18th, 1964,

Narcissa and Regulus were asleep in her bed, it was almost 1 in the morning, Bellatrix was hiding in the bathroom with a muffling charm and the portrait Rita had given her.

She hadn't gotten a moment alone since summer started, which was great, honestly she enjoyed Cissa and Reg, but she hadn't even taken the portrait out. She had been keeping it in her trunk and taking it with her when she went to Hogwarts because she didn't want anyone to find it.

She pulled it out and Rita opened her eyes,

"Trix! Thanks for taking me out of the bag! Love how you treated me!" Rita said sarcastically,

"I'll return you."

"I'll regift me back to you from me"

Bellatrix laughed, "I miss you."

"Family that bad?"

"Actually, no. Well, yes, but no. I'm with Cissa and Reg, Andy and Sirius are at my Aunt's, and my father is always off and my mother is always doing who knows what in the house to occupy herself." Bellatrix said,

"Then why are you in a bathroom?"

"Cissa and Reg are sleeping in my room."

"They can say hi"

"Key word in that sentence was SLEEPING." Bellatrix said sarcastically,

"Well, why was I in your bag for like, months?"

"Because you're a painting and you're not really Rita so you get put in my bag."

"If that were true you wouldn't have taken me out."

"I got desperate."

Rita laughed,

"This is kinda creepy." Bellatrix said after a moment,

"I thought it was sentimental."

"I kinda wanna get rid you you cause you're freaking me out."

"You're always around moving portraits,"

"It's not that you're moving it's that it's you, but it's not really Rita." Bellatrix said as she turned the painting around to inspect it. "Would real Rita be upset if I got rid of you?"

"Give her a moving painting of you and then see if it freaks her out."

Bellatrix ended up keeping the painting, she took it out of her trunk and put it in the bathroom cabinet no one uses.

Chapter 28: Summer, 1964- What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me

Summary:

SEXUAL ABUSE WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER,

Chapter Text

June 19th, 1964,

Bellatrix woke up first and then woke up Regulus and Narcissa to send them to their respective rooms. Then she got ready and went downstairs for breakfast. Cygnus was gone but Druella sat at the table, she wore long sleeves and a lot of foundation, so Cygnus had been hitting her more.

Bellatrix wasn't sure whose side she was on, they were both abusive to each other, and neither of them were loyal. She didn't know what Walburga and Orion were like alone, but it couldn't be worse. Meals were silent unless Cygnus was there, then he spoke but no one else did.

After breakfast the children went to the drawing room for a few hours. They each had a tutor looking over their shoulder as they did work for a head. They had lessons and then they were free. They would go to the garden and have fun, it was warm, but they didn't mind. Bellatrix would lead them off the garden into the woods, there were enchantments to prevent them from leaving the bounds of the property, but Bellatrix knew where they were. Bellatrix led Cissa and Reg to a lake she had found years earlier.

"Here it is." Bellatrix said as they walked into a clearing. The trees still provided shade over a large part of the lake, it was clear and at its deepest only 10 feet. Narcissa squealed and took off her dress to jump in, she swam up to the surface and spit water at them.

"COME ON!" She said, she swam down and began exploring the bottom of the lake, Bellatrix looked over to Regulus who looked paler,

"Reg?" She asked,

"I can't swim." He said,

"Do you want me to teach you?" Bellatrix asked, Regulus nodded, Bellatrix took her dress off, leaving only her under-slip on, she walked into the water. "Come on," She said, Regulus took off his robes and walked to her, she was in waist-high water. "Ok, dunk yourself." Bellatrix said when he reached her,

"What?" Regulus asked,

"Like, go under."

"Oh." Regulus looked at her for a little longer before submerging himself.

Bellatrix spent an hour teaching him before he got the hang of it, still he didn't go past where he couldn't stand. Narcissa swam in the middle of the lake, she was chasing fish and picking up rocks. Bellatrix wanted to join her but she didn't want to leave Regulus alone,

"Go." Regulus said, it was uncanny, Bellatrix could always hide her emotions, but Regulus always knew what she was thinking because he was thinking the same.

"You'll be alright?" Bellatrix asked,

"Yea."

Bellatrix smiled and swam out to Cissa, she dove under and swam beneath the surface, the water felt good in the hair and she wasn't hot anymore. Bellatrix returned to the surface and waited for Narcissa to notice her, she swam up at once.

"Look at the rock I found!" Narcissa held up a clear quartz to Bellatrix,

"Pretty," Bellatrix said,

"Dive down with me!"

"Alright, count of three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

The two girls dove down and watched the little animals of the sand scurry around. They came back up and went down the second they caught their breath. Eventually they just layed on the bottom watching the sun through the water, they couldn't stay for long but it was fun before they ran out of breath.

Regulus watched from wait-high water, he didn't feel sad or jealous or left out, he just enjoyed seeing Bellatrix and Narcissa so happy and free.

Eventually Narcissa and Bellatrix swam back to Regulus and the three of them played around for a while before Bellatrix saw the sun begin to set.

"Crap. We have to go." Bellatrix said, she got out of the lake and went to her wand, she quickly dried herself with a quick spell and then dressed. She did the same for Narcissa and Regulus and they began running back to the garden. They entered the garden gate and heard Horrendum calling their names,

"We're here!" Bellatrix called, Horrendum then ran to them, she was out of breath, "You are wanted back in the drawing room." she said.

Bellatrix quickly took Cissa and Reg to the drawing room. There, the three of them began to laugh.

*****

July 1st, 1964

Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Regulus stood by the front door waiting for their parents so they could leave for Aunt and Uncle's.

Finally they dissaparated.

Sirius and Andromeda greeted them at the door, from there Orion went to speak with Druella and Cygnus, they took Andromeda and Sirius with them. Kreature took Narcissa and Regulus to the drawing room. Aunt Walburga and Bellatrix stood in the entranceway,

"Tea?" He aunt asked,

"Yes, thank you."

They walked into the dining room and Walburga put on a pot.

"How has summer been?"

"Good,"

"And quidditch?"

"Better. It's more interesting to play than to watch," Bellatrix said,

"I'm so glad we're getting the three of you till the end of July. I have had enough with Sirius and Andromeda." She said abruptly,

"We're switching?"

"mhm, is that alright with you?"

Bellatrix thought before answering, "I am content as long as I stay with Regulus and Narcissa." Bellatrix said,

"Hmp, well, we'll have to have tea weekly." Walburga said,

******

July 5th, 1964,

Aunt Walburga's house didn't have a forest, they did have a large field with lots of hills. Lessons were every other day, so on days off, the children would explore the fields; Narcissa enjoyed making crowns of the flowers, she's making one for each of them. Regulus was happy to do anything involving his cousins, and Bellatrix would've done whatever either asked of her.

Regulus's parents weren't as tense, it was nice to see two adults getting along. Meals were fine, Walburga asked a lot of questions, Orion stared at Bellatrix.

The only bad thing about staying at Aunt's was Uncle Orion. Bellatrix avoided him at all costs, but still. He watched her intently, waiting for her to mess up so he had an excuse to take her somewhere else alone for punishment. Any little error Bellatrix made resulted in Orion crucioing her for far longer than warranted. Each time Bellatrix felt like she was losing something.

At night Bellatrix snuck into her bathroom while Regulus and Narcissa slept to read Jane Eyre. She had taken the book home, and she had brought it everywhere with her, the letters where Rita mentioned it as well.

Bellatrix sat in the bathroom with her wand and read. She hadn't looked at any of Rita's letters yet, but she was almost finished with the book.

*Reader, I married him...

FINIS*

Bellatrix closed the book, she had actually enjoyed it, despite it being very muggle. She pulled out the letters Rita had written,

 

My dearest, Trix,

How are you? I miss you so much, it is so boring without you. How are your sisters? Did they like me? Have you told them about me? I hope it was all good things, anyway, I can't wait to see you again, my parents said you were lovely and I told them all about you. I got an owl, I'm naming her Saturn since it matches with Jupiter, I hope they become friends. I started reading a book, it was called Jane Eyre. It's a muggle book, but It's wonderful! Really you should read it, I really think you and I are like Jane and Helen, though I'm not sure who is who. Anyway I'll tell you more about it the more I read.

Love, Rita

 

She thought about it. Jane and Helen had been best friends, it wasn't a bad comparison, she pulled out a piece of parchment to begin writing back,

 

*Dear Rita,

I've finished Jane Eyre, I am now looking over everything you said about it in your letters. I think that Helen and Jane are similar to you and I, but it didn't cross my mind when reading the book.

 

Dear Trix,

You're so right, Saturn and Jupiter get along well, Jupiter reminds me of you. I've finished Jane Eyre, I think we are more like Jane and Rochester. I won't spoil it for you and I can't wait for you to read it, I've grown fond of classic muggle literature. Come to think of it, you remind me of it, all proper and troubled yet indescribably beautiful

Love, Rita

Bellatrix tried again to read the crossed out words but failed, then she re-read the letter. She paused, Jane and Rochester had gotten married, they had been the lovers of the book. Bellatrix almost freaked out but then she thought, maybe Rita hadn't meant that part of them, maybe it had been the dynamic. That was probably it. She began to write,

*Dear Rita,

I've finished Jane Eyre, I am now looking over everything you said about it in your letters. I think that Helen and Jane are similar to you and I, but it didn't cross my mind when reading the book. I think that the dynamic between us strongly reflects that between Jane and Rochester. Other than them being lovers I think that's the best comparison. I can't wait to see you again,

Your Bellatrix*

She tied the letter to Jupiter and sent her off, then she placed the book and letters in the drawer and went back to her room.

******

July 15th, 1964

*****RITA******

Jupiter came flying in Rita's window, she jumped up from her bed and rushed over to let her in.

"Hello Jupiter."

The owl chirped, she took the letter and Jupiter flew to Saturn's cage so Rita let her out and the two flew out. She opened the scroll,

 

*Dear Rita,

I've finished Jane Eyre, I am now looking over everything you said about it in your letters. I think that Helen and Jane are similar to you and I, but it didn't cross my mind when reading the book. I think that the dynamic between us strongly reflects that between Jane and Rochester. Other than them being lovers I think that's the best comparison. I can't wait to see you again,

Your Bellatrix*

 

Rita's put down the letter,

She hadn't expected Trix to finish the book, and even if she had, she didn't think she would look back over Rita's letters, and if she did, Rita was sure she would've put two and two together, thankfully she didn't. Especially considering Rita's opinion and feelings on the matter were changing. She hadn't been in love with Trix, they were just best friends, it was okay to find her pretty and to want to be around her all the time.

********

July 17th, 1964

*****BELLATRIX*******

*Trix,

I miss you so much, I'm so glad you liked Jane Eyre, of course without the lovers part, that's queer. Anyway, speaking of which, you know the queers you saw in the astronomy tower? Well, I want to write about it. It's important to spread awareness of that kind of behavior. I hope you agree.

Love, Rita*

Bellatrix wrote one word on the back of the letter,

*Sure.*

Then she sent it back, she thought about how Rita had answered, her letters were usually longer, she never wrote just "Trix", she always added something to the beginning. She also had never shown any hate of queers. Whatever, Bellatrix thought, I don't care, she's right about them anyway.

******

July 30th, 1964

"Bellatrix, please accompany me to my study." Orion said when Bellatrix walked past him in the hall.

She wanted to say, get fucked, or, I'm sure you can find it yourself, but she didn't, she smiled and said "Of course Uncle."

As the two walked Orion put his hand on Bellatrix's shoulder, she shuddered, she could feel his eyes on her body.

He opened the door to the study and ordered Bellatrix to stand in the middle of the room. He circled her, like a dog, she thought, a stray mangy ugly obscene dog. She was tempted to command him to roll over but it wasn't that funny because she was terrified.

"Take off your dress." he said, Bellatrix froze, "Now."

Still Bellatrix couldn't move, she was locked in her body,

"Crucio."

Bellatrix's screams filled the study, when the spell ended, her hair was a mess and most of her had carpet burn. Tears ran down her face, she looked up at her Uncle who stood over her with an impassive face. She wanted to fight, she wanted to scream and run and curse him, instead, she slid her dress down her body.

Immediately Bellatrix covered as much as she could with her arms,

"Crucio."

********

Bellatrix walked back to her bedroom alone, it was dark outside and the halls were cold. Her body felt like it would give out, her hair had been pulled so much that it made her scalp bleed; her dress was put on inside out.

Bellatrix was freezing, but she was sweating, one of her hands supported her with the wall while the other was clasped around the necklace Rita gave her, as if that would do anything. Her skin burned because of the rug burns all along her back and stomach, her body ached from being crucioed, her eyes were red and her face was swollen from crying, and she would have 5 new scars on her thighs, each precisely five inches long and perfectly straight.

She stumbled into her room, her head hurt, a lot, the inside as well. She went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, then she sat down to wait for it to heat and fell asleep.

*********

"Bella,"

"Bella wake up."

"BELLA!"

Bellatrix jolted up, "What? Regulus? What?" She said in confusion, Regulus sat in front of her with his hands on her shoulders, the room was hot and full of steam.

"Are you ok?" He asked,

"I'm fine." Bellatrix said,

"You left the shower on. I came in after an hour and you were just slumped on the floor." Regulus said, the memories of what had happened came back to Bellatrix, "You're covered in-"

"Bruises?" Bellatrix filled in,

"Yes, and a little blood." Regulus said, he grabbed a towel and put some water on it before lightly dabbing at her face,

"Reggie, leave. I'm fine." Bellatrix said,

"He does it to me too." Regulus said absently, Bellatrix froze, "That is what happened right? He took you into his office and punished you, and made you do things." Regulus said, Bellatrix's heart broke, she had never said anything or done anything so it was always her and no one else, but it happened to Regulus.

"Since when?" Bellatrix asked, her voice was hoarse,

"I was five the first time."

"Does Walburga know?"

"She wouldn't care,"

"Yes she would."

"Why don't you tell her then?"

Bellatrix didn't have an answer for that. Regulus dropped the cloth and sat next to Bellatrix,

"I feel dirty." Bellatrix said softly,

"I know." Regulus said,

"Will it go away?"

"Until it happens again. But you never stop feeling it."

******

August 2nd, 1964

Bellatrix was back with her sisters in their house. The three girls sat in the drawing room, Narcissa was playing the piano while Andromeda was in a tutoring session, Bellatrix had been left to herself.

Suddenly Horrendum appeared,

"Miss Bellatrix is wanted in the dining room." The elf said before bowing,

Bellatrix made her way to the dining room where her mother and father stood with a broom on the table.

"Bellatrix," Cygnus said,

"Father, mother."

"We've gotten you a broom for quidditch this year." He said,

"Thank you. Will Andromeda be trying out?" Bellatrix said, she had assumed Andy would be on the team with her,

"Andromeda's skill on the broom is bad at best, it wouldn't be wise. However next year Narcissa will join you." He said,

"Thank you." Bellatrix said again,

"Take the broom and go practice outside." Cygnus said, "You may go now."

Bellatrix inclined her head took the broom and left. She walked to the back door and exited into the warm August air.

*****

Bellatrix spent the majority of August on her broom outside.

Chapter 29: Third year, 1964- Just breathe just relax it'll be okay

Summary:

Lots of gay thoughts while internal homophobia, and lots of homophobia. Also suicidal ideations! Also me trying to write sports but I legit don't know about sports.

Notes:

Ik Bellatrix is really more of a chaser for quidditch but I love the idea of her being seeker bcs its basically jst skeeter changed a little

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

September 1st, 1964

Bellatrix stood on the platform with her whole family. They said their goodbyes and Bellatrix led Narcissa and Andromeda inside the train.

Once it pulled out Andromeda left the car the 3 were in while Rita and Bellatrix's other room mates joined.

"Trix!" Rita exclaimed,

"Rita!" The two girls collided in a hug and began to catch up. Narcissa sat awkwardly next to Rita who had sat right between her and Bellatrix.

Alecto and Eliza were all engaged in their own conversation.

"I know you all have met her but this is my sister Narcissa." Bellatrix said, "Narcissa, this is Rita, Eliza, and Alecto."

"I love your hair." Alecto said to Narcissa, "You're the only Black with blonde hair."

"Thank you." Narcissa said,

The conversation died out and they all began talking in their respective groups.

"How was home?" Rita asked,

"Well I was switching with Narcissa and Regulus between my parent's and their house. And then in August we all went back to our own houses." Bellatrix said,

"Wow, so they really are separating you all from Andromeda and Sirius?"

"Yea, I just hope that Cissa does well. I can't handle having to watch them all 24/7"

"Don't worry."

******

As usual, Narcissa was one of the first to get sorted, after a couple other people,

"Narcissa Black!" The hat had barely touched her when it decided,

"SLYTHERIN!"

More clapping,

After the ceremony Narcissa went up to Bellatrix, Andromeda stood awkwardly on the side as she told Bellatrix what the hat had said to her.

*******

September 2nd, 1964

"I love your hair." Rita said as she combed through Bella's curls with her hands,

Bellatrix's head was leaning back towards Rita as she braided,

"I love you," Bellatrix said, her eyes were half closed, she felt Rita's hands freeze and quickly added "I love when you braid my hair! Sorry, it just really feels good when you do that!"

Rita laughed, Bellatrix faked a laugh before closing her eyes and mentally cursing herself.

The girls had talked about Jane Eyre the night before. In hushed tones they whispered to each other, their noses almost touching, their bodies so close yet so far. Their minds occupied by the subject the girls had began to love, they debated about the character and told each other what they would have done in certain situations. Bellatrix told Rita about the connections between her family and different characters in the novel. Rita was so open and inviting and Bellatrix liked watching how her friend's eyes floated down to her lips and smiled as Bellatrix told her secrets she would never reveal to anyone else. Bellatrix kept talking about her family, about how they acted behind closed doors, about the things they'd done to Bellatrix and what they had made her do. She told Rita about Orion, she told Rita everything about her family she swore she'd never tell and when she was done, Rita just hugged her, and they stayed like that.

Memories of last night floated back as Bellatrix sat with Rita lightly tugging on her hair, she smiled. As Bellatrix had spent August on her broom outside, she thought about Rita a lot. When she went to bed she thought about Rita, when she laid in bed gasping and cursing, she thought about Rita.

She hadn't accepted that she was a lesbian, she hadn't even accepted that she was in love with Rita. She just told herself it was normal, all good friendships were like this. The idea of queers still made her angry for no reason, she spoke with vehemence on the subject when brought up. Then she went to bed and imagined Rita beneath her.

*******

"New schedules are being passed out as I speak!" McGonagall said as she gave instructions, someone handed Bellatrix and Rita their schedules, Bellatrix looked at hers

 

*
Monday- 8-9 History of magic, 9:05-11 Potions 11:05-12:30 Defense against the dark arts, 12:30-1 Lunch, 1:05-2:15 Transfiguration, 2:30-3:30 Charms, 7-8pm Astronomy

Tuesday- 8-9 Herbology, 9:05-10:30 Ancient Ruins, 9:05-11, Field studies, 11:05-12 music, 11:05-12 art, 12:05-12:45 Lunch, 1-2 Arithmancy, 2:05-3:30 Alchemy,

Wednesday- 8-9 History of magic, 9:05-11 Potions 11:05-12:30 Defense against the dark arts, 12:30-1 Lunch, 1:05-2:15 Transfiguration, 2:30-3:30 Charms, 7-8pm Astronomy

Thursday- 8-9 Herbology, 9:05-10:30 Ancient Ruins, 9:05-11 (time turner needed) Field studies, 11:05-12 music, 11:05-12 art, 12:05-12:45 Lunch, 1-2 Arithmancy, 2:05-3:30 Alchemy,

Friday- 8-9 History of magic, 9:05-11 Potions 11:05-12:30 Defense against the dark arts, 12:30-1 Lunch, 1:05-2:15 Transfiguration, 2:30-3:30 Charms, 7-8pm Astronomy
*

"Do we have all the classes we both take together?" Rita asked, Bellatrix looked at Rita's schedule

"I think so? Oh, no, we have Astronomy on different days." Bellatrix said,

"Great so we'll be in a bad mood on different days." Rita said sarcastically,

*****
At the end of the day Bellatrix was joined by Narcissa who wanted to tell her about her day. Bellatrix looked at her schedule and listened to Cissa tell her everything. They sat in the common room, Bellatrix sat in a chair across from Cissa while Rita sat on the arm of her chair.

*****

September 10th, 1964

Bellatrix thought about Rita, she thought about kissing Rita, about being in bed with her and touching her. She ignored every screaming alarm telling her it was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but it was good. She never admitted anything to herself, much less anyone else.

*****

September 15th, 1964

Bellatrix sat outside with her broom as she waited for her name to be called for quidditch tryouts. The sun was bright and it was windy and early in the morning. Rita, Andromeda and Narcissa all sat in the stands to watch Bellatrix.

"Bellatrix!" The new captain called, it was the keeper, 7th year Sebastian Murphy.

Bellatrix flew up on her broom while the other players got in position for the mock game.

The balls were released and Bellatrix began searching for the snitch. She scanned for any glints in the sly or around the pitch, after a moment she saw it. The snitch was flying around about a meter above the left goal post on her side, she rose on her broom and dove after it.

The snitch zipped away as Bellatrix followed it, she wove through her team after the snitch. The snitch was right out of Bella's reach, she pushed forward and reached out.

The whistle blew as Bellatrix caught it. She smiled as she flew over to the captain and handed him the golden ball.

"Nice catch." He said,

"Thanks," Bellatrix said,

"Rudolphus who hovered near scoffed but Bellatrix ignored him. They had never had a problem until Bellatrix knew about the arrangement and since then Rudolphus has hated her. Sometimes she wondered if she had upset him or hurt his ego by not caring, but not often because she really didn't care and he wasn't a concern.

*******

September 22nd, 1964

The next week the team was posted in the slytherin common room.

Captain/Keeper: Sebastian Murphy (year 7)
Seeker 1: Rudolphus Lestrange (year 6)
Seeker 2: Mallon Avery (year 5)
Seeker 3: Alex Gardmen (year 5)
Beater 1: Alecto Carrow (year 3)
Beater 2: Amycus Carrow (year 3)
Seeker: Bellatrix Black (year 3)

Rita was the one to tell Bellatrix,

"Trix! You're the new seeker!" She said,

"Oh," Bellatrix said, she wasn't really surprised, she knew she had made it, I mean, she saw everyone's tryout.

"That's underwhelming, I had pictured hugging." Rita said awkwardly,

"No, I just kinda knew already. Well I didn't know but I figured, I figured you figured. You know?" Bellatrix said,

"Oh, right." Rita said,

Bellatrix nodded slowly when Eliza ran over,

"YOU GUYS YOU GUYS!" She shouted,

"What? What's wrong are you okay?" Bellatrix said immediately,

"What? I'm fine, it's good. Merlin lighten up, not everything is an emergency." Eliza said, Bellatrix blushed, she felt ashamed. She was ashamed she was different, that she had to assume everything was urgent and a problem because that's how it was at home. Rita grasped Bella's hand as she realized.

"What is it?" Rita said to direct Eliza back to her original news,

"I'm dating Rabastian Lestrange!" She said excitedly,

"Oh Merlin! Congratulations!" Rita said,

"Sorry." Bellatrix said, that was honestly her first reaction, Rita's as well but she hid it better.

"Excuse me?" Eliza said,

"Sorry? I mean." Bellatrix said pretending as if she meant she didn't hear what Eliza had said,

"Oh, I said I'm dating Rabastian." Eliza said quickly,

"Oh! Lovely!" Bellatrix said, it sounded forced but Eliza seemed fine. They talked for a moment more before Eliza ran off the tell Alecto.

"Merlin Trix, you're a horrid liar." Rita laughed as Eliza left,

"I wasn't ready!" Bellatrix said giggling, "I mean, RABASTIAN! And absolutely no build up!" Bellatrix said,

"What do you mean! It was so obvious! How did you not see it coming?"

"It was not!"

"Merlin! You don't pay attention to people!"

"I pay attention to you, and Cissa."

"Debatable for Narcissa."

"You are just really nosy. That's how you know everything."

"True."

******

October 1st, 1964

Bellatrix now had quidditch practice for an hour every day after class, and Rita watched all of them. She enjoyed watching Bellatrix fly, the way her braids (that Rita had done that morning in the dawn's light) flew behind her, the way Bellatrix crouched on her broom ready to shoot forward when she saw the snitch, there was a certain predatory gleam in her eye. All of these just left Rita breathless.

******

The whole team was training really hard because they had a match with Gryffindor in a week, Bellatrix had seamlessly entered the team, they all loved her. Well, Rudolphus hated her but whatever.

After practice Sebastian called Bellatrix over,

"Hey," He said,

"What's up?" Bellatrix asked,

"You can't wear your necklace, for the match. It's against regulation." He said

"What? That's so stupid why?"

"It could be enchanted or something, anyway, I have things to do." He said before flying off. Bellatrix flew down to meet Rita,

"Nice practice." Rita said,

"Thanks," Bellatrix answered.

********

October 10th, 1964

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor was today.

Bellatrix and Rita were in the dorm as Bellatrix got ready for the game, she sat at her desk while Rita braided her hair. Bellatrix was fidgeting with her necklace she needed to take it off but she didn't want to, Rita had asked her not to. Maybe she could wear it as long as it was out of sight.

Bellatrix unclasped the necklace,

"What are you doing?" Rita asked, she paused braiding Bella's hair,

"I have to take it off for the game, but I'm just going to clip in under my shirt." Bellatrix said, she took her arm out of her sleeve and partially pulled her shirt off, Rita just stared through the mirror in front of them as Bellatrix clasped the necklace to a part of her bra.

*****

Bellatrix flew out with her team onto the pitch, almost every student and teacher sat in the stands. Bellatrix watched as the Gryffindors came out.

Rita sat with Narcissa.

The teams took their positions, and the whistle blew. The Gryffindor seeker, Norman shot into the air to get a better vantage point, Bellatrix stayed in the middle.

"And Slytherin is in possession! 6th year Rudolphus is making his way towards the goal... AND HE SCORES! Ten points to Slytherin!" Eliza said through the intercom,

Bellatrix watched the glimmer of light that told her where the snitch was, Norman was above the pitch looking around. Slytherin was beating Gryffindor by 30 points now; their team hadn't really been good for a few years.

Rita sat in the stands with binoculars staring at Bellatrix and only Bellatrix; she didn't care about anything else happening in the game. Bellatrix looked so beautiful, her eyebrows drawn, her hair in two braids, a look of concentration on her face as she searched for the snitch.

"Gryffindor isn't doing great today! The score is 100-20, and still no sight of the snitch." Eliza said,

Bellatrix floated through the air, and suddenly she saw a slight glint flying around the action of the game. Bellatrix fixed her eyes on it and narrowed down to the snitch, she crouched and took off.

"And it looks like Bellatrix Black the new Slytherin seeker sees something!" The intercom announced, Norman noticed Bellatrix and immediately raced after her.

Bellatrix was ahead of Norman, she shot after the snitch as it started zipping through the players. She didn't really see anything other than the snitch.

Rita watched with bated breath, she saw Norman flying after her, he was fast, but she was just smoother, she could combine speed and control.

She was so close, Bellatrix was so close, she reached out as the snitch turned again but she just turned with it, she reached out and grabbed it. The second her hand closed around the snitch she stopped, just stopped perfectly, Norman shot past her.

"AND BELLATRIX CAUGHT THE SNITCH! THE GAME IS OVER SLYTHERIN WINS! AH" Eliza screamed through the intercom, people started cheering, Bellatrix smiled and watched as people screamed and clapped for her.

The teams came down and people ran onto the pitch, Narcissa and Rita included ran to Bellatrix. Rita threw her arms around her best friend, Bellatrix just laughed and hugged her back.

*******

There was a party in Slytherin's common room that night. Everyone was excited, and there was music, it was loud and had a lot of drums.

Eliza stood in the center of the room dancing to the music, everyone stared at her in a good way.

Bellatrix went up before the party was over, Rita went with her.

Rita and Bellatrix layed in Bella's bed together,

"You were incredible." Rita said softly,

Bellatrix laughed,

"You were!" Rita said as she laughed as well,

"I was I guess." Bellatrix said,

"Yea, you were. Well you are." Rita said, Bellatrix let out a breath,

"That's me! Incredible." Bellatrix said with mock excitement, she sighed,

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"No, no. What do you mean? Why'd you say it like that?"

"I don't know I just did."

"Bullshit."

"Don't speak like that it's not classy."

"Who cares! It's just us Trix!"

"Why are you trying to start a fight!?"

"I'm not!"

"Fine, then drop it!"

"No! Just tell me what you meant! You can trust me!"

"I just mean, I always have to be perfect." Bellatrix said,

"Yea but it's not hard, you just are perfect." Rita said

"I'm not perfect." Bellatrix said softly, "I have flaws."

"Really?"

"Yea."

"I can't picture you with any flaws."

"Well, just look at me and you'll see them."

"I spend all my time looking at you I've seen no flaws."

"Maybe you're not as keen on people as I thought."

"Maybe not."

They were quiet for a little,

"Trix?"

"Yea?"

"Will you help me write that article about those queers?"

Bellatrix paused, she had forgotten about that. They were seventh years now, "You're still going to do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know,"

"Is it a problem?"

"No. I'll help you yea."

"Thanks." Rita said, she turned and started to get up and leave,

"You're not staying?" Bellatrix asked as Rita went to her own bed,

"No?" Rita said like it was the strangest thing Bellatrix had even suggested.

Notes:

JOKE

if the marauders were all gay, and all had gay sex, then that's why they call it the shrieking shack

Chapter 30: Third year, 1964- Secrets

Summary:

Sorry....

Chapter Text

October 13th, 1964

This year, Bellatrix wasn't woken at midnight to her relief and disappointment. She had grown used to the routine, no matter how annoyed she would pretend to be.

Her birthday fell on a wednesday this year, so there wasn't much celebration. Narcissa and Andromeda wished her happy birthday in the morning, but that was it from them. Rita wished her a happy birthday and after classes, the four girls went to the black lake as per tradition.

"Oh, and I forgot to give this to you earlier." Rita said, they had been engaged in a conversation about how muggles clean, (all of it was wildly wrong considering none of them knew anything about muggles). Rita pulled out a medium black box with a silver ribbon and handed it to Bellatrix.

Inside was a leather bound book that Bellatrix immediately recognized as the one she had seen with Rita when they went to Borgin and Burkes. Bellatrix had seen it and wanted to take a look but she had to leave to meet her mother. A grin spread across her face,

"Thank you" she said looking at Rita before her attention returned to the book. She picked it up and turned the first page.

"I went back and got it after you left." Rita said, "It's a bunch of hexes and jinxes, and other spells. I figured you'd like it."

"I love it." Bellatrix said,

"one condition, you can't use any on me." Rita said, Bellatrix laughed.

*****

Bellatrix sat in her bed with the curtains drawn that night. Her wand illuminated the book Rita had given her.

"Trix!" Rita whispered from outside, Bellatrix pulled back the curtain to let Rita in.

"Mufflato." Bellatrix cast, Rita crawled up to Bellatrix,

"I annotated the book for you." She said, "I wanted to show you." Rita took the book from Bella and began flipping through until she reached the chapter on unforgivable curses,

"It's mostly just this chapter but there are other parts." She said, Bellatrix smiled,

"You think of everything." Bella said, Rita smiled and Bellatrix felt her heart flutter. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it, she knew she shouldn't love Rita, but she did. She reached out and let her fingers brush over Rita's cheek, her skin was soft and warm, a light blush was left in the wake of her touch. It was so gentle, Bellatrix had thought she lost that softness about her but it wasn't gone entirely.

Rita's breath caught for a moment. Bellatrix reeled her hand back to her lap and began fidgeting with the end of her nightgown. She shouldn't feel this, she shouldn't like this, but she did. It was good, so good. Bella wondered what Rita's skin would feel like under her lips. She wondered if the same blush would creep up, if her skin would be feverish, the perfect contrast to her own icy hands.

"What's wrong?" Rita asked, she noticed the look on Bellatrix's face, and for the first time she wondered if Bellatrix was going to cry. When Bella didn't answer she tried again, "Trix, talk to me."

Bellatrix was trapped, she couldn't actually say what was wrong. That the fact she wanted to kiss Rita was all she was thinking about, that she needed Rita's hands threaded through her hair constantly. She had to say something.

"My family." Bellatrix breathed out, it was the only thing she could think of, surprise flashed across Rita's face,

"What about it?" She pressed, Bellatrix took a breath, there was really no going back. She debated on what to tell Rita, honestly it was a subject she had wanted to broach with her best friend. She wanted to tell Rita about everything that happened behind the closed doors of her mannor. About the horrors that happened in the dark.

"You can tell me. I won't tell a soul." Rita said,

"Promise? Because what I'm going to tell you..." She sucked in a breath, "I'd be dead if anyone ever found out." her face was dead serious, Rita shifted,

"I promise." Rita said,

"My family, they aren't normal." Bellatrix said, she waited for interruption but none came, so she continued. "They punish us, a lot." She was stumbling over her words, she felt so scared her mother and father would appear that second and rip her from Rita before she could reveal all the secrets she had sworn to keep.

"You've seen how strict they are.. And it's so much worse normally. Sometimes they cut us, sometimes they use... spells. Ones I'm not allowed to talk about. But they always hurt us." She said, tears welled in her eyes at the memories, it was the entire reason she was such a rule follower at home. She learned early the consequences, and she hated them, she tried to never be on the receiving end of her parent's wrath.

"Trix, you can tell me. Tell me exactly what they do." Rita said, she put a hand on Bellatrix's arm,

Bellatrix took a breath, she ignored it most of the time. The screams of her sisters as her parents made her watch them be punished, as her parents made her punish them. Her own screams echoed in her mind. She couldn't speak, tears clouded her vision, but none fell.

"They make me do it, sometimes." She choked out, "They make me hurt Cissa and Andy. I hear their screams over and over again in my mind." Tears began to fall, Rita moved closer to Bellatrix and held her.

"It's okay..." Rita whispered, it wasn't, they both knew that, but they also knew they were powerless against it. A fact Rita resented more than Bellatrix. She hated that there was nothing she could do for Trix, that there was no saving her. Bellatrix let it all go, the years of pain and torture she endured in that house, it wouldn't change or fix anything, but it gave her some release.

Bellatrix's breaths came in heaving sobs that raked her body. She shook and gasped, grateful no one else heard, she grasped onto Rita like a life line as she choked on her own pain. Rita sat with her back braced against the headboard of Bella's bed, Bellatrix was curled in her lap, her face buried in Rita's chest as she cried. Rita just held on to her wishing she could do more.

Eventually, Bellatrix tired herself out and fell asleep.

*****

October 14th, 1964

Bellatrix woke up, she was still curled into Rita's arms who was asleep sitting up. She moved to get off Rita which woke her up.

"Are you okay?" Bellatrix asked,

Rita paused and stared at Bellatrix, "Are you?" She asked. Bella didn't answer, and that was answer enough.

"I wanted to tell you more..." She said, "I just-"

"It's alright." Rita said, "You can tell me whenever. However much or little you want me to know. I won't tell a soul, unless you asked me to."

"Thank you." Bellatrix said, it was inadequate for what she felt. Rita had given her what she never had, someone to hold her, to tell her it was alright, and there was nothing she could say. She felt as if she was now closer to Rita, as if they were extensions of each other.

*****

The day went by normally which seemed wrong. Rita didn't leave Bellatrix's side, as if she could protect her, not that she needed protection at hogwarts.

Bellatrix had been popular for a full day before that turned into being well known and well feared. Her quidditch skills had gained her recognition, it also made students think they could be familiar with her. She quickly shut down those sentiments.

"Nice game Bella," A passing student said, Bellatrix turned around so fast Rita couldn't do anything before Bella had hexed the boy. His tongue swelled ten times over and he was freaking out, Bellatrix advanced on him with her wand still pointed at his chest. He backed into a corner,

"You call me Bella again, I'll cut out your tongue. Got it?" She snarled, the boy nodded frantically, Bellatrix looked him over, "Get out of my sight." She hissed.

As the boy hurried away to the nurse Bellatrix turned back to Rita,

"What?" Bellatrix snapped,

"A little harsh."

"He's below me. Who cares."

Rita bit the inside of her cheek.

****
October 20th, 1964

Over the next week, Bellatrix shared more about her family with Rita. She told Rita about the spells they used on her, how they would heal the cuts so they never scarred because it wasn't proper for a lady.

"What happened that christmas eve? In first year, with your uncle?" Rita asked, Bellatrix had just finished telling her about the cruciatus curse that her father favored as punishment. Bellatrix froze, the one thing she hadn't mentioned what her Uncle would do behind closed doors. Rita sensed her unease and quickly backtracked, "You don't have to tell me until you're ready, or ever if you don't want to." She said,

"It was really horrible..." Bellatrix whispered, "Unspeakable." She shuddered, "Sometimes, it feels like they hurt us just because they can, or because it's a fight they know they'll win. Sometimes it feels like it's not to teach us and just because they haven't done it in a while. I know that's not true, that it's for our own good, but no matter how good I am..." She took a breath, "No matter how hard I try, I always end up at the end of their wand."

"That's not true Trix, you don't deserve any of it, it's horrible and cruel. It's not for your own good, that's mental!" Rita exclaimed,

"Don't say that!" Bellatrix fired defensively, "It's for my own good, it needs to happen!" She said, her eyes were wild, she looked genuinely ready to defend her family's actions with her whole heart,

"Trix..." Rita started,

"No. No. You just don't understand."

Rita sighed in defeat, this wasn't an argument she was going to win, and she knew that. She stared at her best friend, the love of her life, the girl she would never be able to be with, and all she felt was helplessness. Rita was helpless against Bellatrix's delusions, she couldn't protect her or make her see reason, and she knew that pushing would only drive Bellatrix away.

Chapter 31: Third year, 1964- Loathing

Chapter Text

October 21st, 1964

Since the mini argument Rita and Bellatrix had the other day, Bellatrix had been distant. She was upset and so was Rita.

The girls didn't say much to each other, despite not being outright hostile, it showed that there was a riff in the relationship.

They happened to have field studies that day, it was one of Bellatrix's favorite classes because she enjoyed casting spells in real life situations.

Today the class was going into the forbidden forest to practice tracking spells and charms, obviously Rita and Bellatrix were partners.

After a brief explanation from Professor Lomin the girls set off after the object they were assigned to track.

It was cool outside but it had rained the day before so the ground was still damp. Bellatrix pulled out the compass they had been given.

"Ok, right now we're heading north," Bellatrix said to herself,

"Why can't we just accio the object?" Rita asked, her head was down as she tried to avoid stepping in mud,

"Because we don't know exactly what we're looking for," Bellatrix replied, "And it's against the rules."

Rita groaned, "How are we supposed to find something when we don't know what we're looking for?"

Bellatrix swallowed a snarky remark, "Everything leaves a trace Rita, especially magic."

The girls walked on for another minute when Bellatrix stopped, "Revelio,"

Sure enough, a faint trail of gold magic appeared, Bellatrix and Rita began to follow the trace.

They followed the shimmer for five minutes before Rita realized they were going in circles.

"We just made a circle Trix,"

"Impossible."

"You're not always right you know?" Rita snapped, She was tired of Bellatrix thinking she knew everything all the time,

Bellatrix turned to Rita, a look of confusion and anger on her face, Rita huffed,

"You're not perfect, no matter how much you think you are. You have flaws, your whole family has flaws."

"Don't." Bellatrix whipped around to face Rita, "Don't ever, speak about my family." She snarled,

"Merlin, they really screwed you up." Rita muttered, she knew it was a low blow, but honestly she just needed a reaction. Bellatrix raised her wand and pointed it at Rita's chest, "What are you gonna do Trix? Hex me? The way you hex everyone? You realize no one actually likes you, they're just scared of you."

Bellatrix's teeth were clenched so hard she was surprised she didn't break a tooth, her cheeks grew red and her breathing picked up. Blood rushed in her ears and had she been anyone else, tears would have welled in her eyes,

"Shut up." Bellatrix said menacingly,

"God, you're just a bully." Rita said, "I don't know why I ever liked you."

Bellatrix's anger dissipated into hurt though her expression remained the same, "You don't mean that," She said, her voice was growing hoarse,

"Trust me, I do."

*******

October 30th, 1964

Bellatrix hadn't spoken to Rita since their argument, and she didn't want to. Rita had promised she would never not like Bella, yet here they were.

Since the incident Bellatrix was more on edge than usual, any interaction with other students usually ended with them in the hospital wing,

It was bad, Bella had year sevens avoiding her in the halls as she cast jinxes hexes and curses that were nearly impossible to master. All her rage and hurt faced outwards and god help anyone who got in the way of the force that was Bellatrix Black.

"Bella?"

Bellatrix turned sharply at the name, ready to curse whoever dared interrupt her as she sat in the library working on a charms essay,

Narcissa recoiled at the murderous glint in her sister's eyes,

"Sorry, if this is a bad time I can go-" She stumbled over her words, Bella's face fell and she put her wand down,

"No," She said "No it's alright, I thought you were someone else." Truth was, she wanted Rita to stay far away, but she also wished Rita would give her a reason to curse her, though deep down Bellatrix knew she never would take the opportunity.

Narcissa shifted from one foot to the other as Bellatrix put down her quill and rolled up the essay. Finally she turned her attention to Narcissa.

"What's the matter?" Bellatrix asked, Narcissa let out a breath, unsure where to start, "Sit," her sister commanded,

Narcissa pulled out the chair beside Bella and sat down, she looked down at her hands as Bellatrix looked at her expectantly,

"Well?" Bellatrix prompted, she tried to conceal the impatience in her voice and failed,

"It's stupid, I'm sorry-" Narcissa started, she looked at Bellatrix, "It's just, I wanted to ask how you were doing..." she cringed at her own words, Bellatrix raised an eyebrow,

"I'm fine." Bellatrix said testily, "Why?"

"Well, you and Rita were really good friends and now..." She trailed off, "If you wanted to talk... I guess that is all."

Bellatrix's first instinct was to shoot down her sister's concerns, then again she didn't want to hurt Narcissa, "I'm fine, I don't need her, never rely on another person Cissa," There was a bite to her tone, she was lying, she wasn't fine and she did need Rita. "Besides, it's not like you could relate,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Narcissa asked defensively,

"Nothing, just..." Bellatrix closed her eyes and took a breath, "If there were a... problem, and I was upset about R- the situation..." Bellatrix trailed off,

"No, finish what you're trying to say." Narcissa said, there was an edge to her voice Bellatrix had never heard,

"Just, you have so many friends, you're flanked by people Cissa. It's a good thing, I'm just saying that I'm not like that." She said.

Narcissa constantly had people surrounding her, everyone wanted to be her friend, she had no enemies, between the fact she was sweet as sugar and her sister was fucking terrifying. While she did have an entourage, she didn't actually have friends, she didn't have anyone besides her sisters to confide in and they both seemed occupied all the time.

"It's not always what it seems Bella, you of all people should know that." Cissa said, it was a jab at their family,

"Don't speak of that." Bellatrix hissed in a low voice, she looked around to make sure no one was around. Narcissa dropped her head,

"Sorry,"

Bellatrix loosed a breath,

"I just don't understand why we can't tell anyone! I mean how different can it be from-"

"Stop!" Bellatrix half shouted, she grabbed Narcissa's wrist, her nails dug in and her sister winced, Bellatrix didn't care, "We just don't. Alright?" Bellatrix said, it wasn't a question but she waited for confirmation from Narcissa anyway.

"Right.." Narcissa said quietly.

**** ANDROMEDA *****

November 3rd, 1964
Andromeda sat in potions class, her desk partner was a Hufflepuff, if her sister knew she'd freak out, but Bellatrix didn't know. Bellatrix didn't know anything about Andromeda, and she didn't really seem to care. Andromeda watched day by day as Narcissa wasted away with a fake smile plastered across her face to satisfy those around her. She watched as Bellatrix ignored this and as she herself wasted away alone with a mask of anger to keep everyone at bay.

Andromeda didn't like Rita, but she had to admit, she was good for Bellatrix.

"Andromeda?"

Andromeda snapped out of her thoughts, she usually spent most of her time in her own world much to the disapproval of her parents and professors as her grades suffered from it.

"Sorry.." She muttered looking down, Slughorn sighed,

"Did you hear me?" He asked,

"No sir." She said,

"I was telling the class about the assignment, one that will be half of your grade for this semester so I advise you to do well and avoid your grade dropping further." He said, "Who can inform Miss Black of what I just said?"

The class snickered, Andromeda flushed, beside her the boy shot her an apologetic glance,

"Miss Greengrass?"

Heather Greengrass sat across the room with a smug look on her face, "Professor Slughorn was saying that we are to brew Aliqua Potio with our desk partners." She said, Heather seemed to have it in for Andromeda for some reason. She went out of her way to embarrass her, most people hated Andromeda quietly because they were scared of Bellatrix, but Heather seemed to have figured out that Bellatrix couldn't care less or just didn't notice. (Bellatrix did care, but she never saw these things and Andromeda never told her.)

"And what is Aliqua Potio?" Slughorn asked,

"It's a potion-" Andromeda started but Heather interrupted,

"Well done Andromeda, it is in fact a potion as this is potions class." She drawled, everyone laughed,

"Shut up Heather." The boy beside Andromeda said, Heather's face grew almost as red as Andromeda's, before she could respond Slughorn intervened,

"Mr. Tonks, you've just earned yourself a detention." Slughorn said, the boy hung his head,

"That's not fair!" Andromeda burst. "He didn't do anything besides defend me! And besides, Heather started it!" She said outraged,

"Detention for you as well Miss Black, you should know better. Perhaps you should take lessons from your sister." Slughorn said, Andromeda was about to argue further but the boy beside her laid a land on her arm to stop her.

Reluctantly Andromeda backed down. She didn't even know the boy's name and he had defended her and got detention.

"Now, Aliqua is a draught that enhances plant growth. It takes weeks to brew and is very fickle and precise." Slughorn continued giving instructions.

"Sorry," Andromeda whispered to the boy beside her,

"For what?" He asked, a smile on his face,

"For getting you in trouble." She answered, his grin broadened,

"I did it myself." He said playfully, "I'm Ted by the way."

"I knew your name." Andromeda lied,

"No you didn't, but that's alright." He said, Andromeda looked down sheepishly, maybe she finally had a friend.

****BELLATRIX *****

November 5th, 1964,

"Oh shut it Trix!" Rita yelled, the two were in the midst of another argument after Rita released an article that took a jab at Bellatrix. The two stood in their dorm so no one else heard, "Not everything is about you!"

"Oh really?" Bellatrix said sarcastically, "Because I don't see how this wasn't about me!" She threw the article at Rita, "I mean, 'Josephine Webbner was caught in the forbidden forest, professors reprimand her for putting her safety at risk though the forest can't possibly hold anything half as terrifying as Bellatrix Black.' How is that not about me!"

"It was a JOKE! I know you're unfamiliar with the term Trix but Merlin!" Rita said, Bellatrix's nails cut into her palms hard enough to draw blood.

"You do something like that again," Bellatrix said in a low tone, she stepped closer to Rita, her breath fanning Rita's face, "I swear I'll show you just how terrifying I can be." She threatened, Rita rolled her eyes,

"Sure Trix. You can pretend to be mad at me all you want, but you still wear that necklace and you've yet to hurt me no matter how many times you threaten to do so." Rita said,

"Try me." Bellatrix snarled, Rita just pushed passed her and left.

Bellatrix stomped her foot in frustration before picking up a book and hurling it at the wall.

Chapter 32: Third year, 1964- Longing

Summary:

Yes there is a hunger games reference in this.

Chapter Text

November 13th, 1964

Despite Bellatrix's rage, Rita had been correct the other day in saying that Bellatrix was just pretending to hate her. They both knew it and as Bella's anger simmered a deep sadness and longing set it.

Bellatrix found herself pacing the grounds where she once walked with Rita and talked about nothing yet everything at the same time. She found herself staring after Rita as she laughed with her other friends, the ones that they once shared. She found herself despising the boys who Rita spoke to on occasion, she hated the way they looked at her and the way she looked at them. Bellatrix tried to tune out Rita's conversations with her friends as she ranted about who she had a crush on but she couldn't help it.

Rita noticed as well, that was why she did it, she enjoyed watching out of the corner of her eye as Bellatrix pressed her lips into a fine line and clenched her fists. She liked the rise she could get out of Bellatrix, maybe it was sadistic, but if that was the case then Bellatrix was a willing masochist as she continued to watch what hurt her.

If Bellatrix hadn't been so absorbed in Rita she would've had her own fun messing with her ex-friend.

Bellatrix spent her time in solitude, the only person she was ever with was Narcissa when she joined Bella and still, they didn't speak much.

The two sisters were walking the halls to get back to their common room from the library when a girl in Narcissa's year turned the corner and ran straight into Narcissa. She fell with the girl on top of her.

She had chin length light brown hair and hazel eyes. The girl's eyes widened as she realized what had happened and she scrambled to get off Cissa,

"I'm so sorry!" She said as she extended her hand to help Narcissa up, Cissa glared at the hand and stood up on her own, Bellatrix was still shocked at what had just happened,

"Who are you?" Bellatrix asked, there was no kindness in her voice, the girl swallowed bracing herself for being cursed,

"Alice." She said quietly,

"Alice who?" Bellatrix snapped,

"Fortescue" She mumbled,

"Why are you running, and not looking where you're headed?" Bellatrix asked, it was an accusation as much as a question, Narcissa began to feel bad for the girl as Bellatrix grilled her,

"Bella, it's fine. I'm okay, just let her go." Narcissa said, Alice looked up at at Narcissa with something like gratitude in her eyes,

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes but lowered her wand, "Get out of here." She said coldly, "And don't run."

Alice nodded and hurried off at a speed walk.

Bellatrix scoffed, "You know her?"

"No," Narcissa answered, "Well, I've seen her, she's in a few of my classes, but I don't know her."

"Good." Bellatrix sneered,

***ANDROMEDA***

Her detention with Ted was today, they were to clean the potions classroom together, Slughorn left after five minutes and told them he would be back in an hour when their punishment was over.

After that potions class Andromeda had seen Ted nearly every day to work on their project and devise a schedule since it had to be checked on and stirred once a day.

Ted was working on sweeping as Andromeda cleaned the various cauldrons not being used for other people's potions.

"What's your favorite color?" Ted asked

"Why?"

He shrugged "Curiosity"

"Green. Yours?"

"Orange, like a sunset"

They continued talking, well Ted would ask a question and Andy would answer.

After thirty minutes they had really opened up, Ted was telling Andromeda the story of when he got his Hogwarts letter and how his parents thought he was lying and that it didn't exist. Andromeda laughed as he told her how it took Dumbledore coming to his house for his parents to be convinced wizards were real.

Part of Andromeda protested it was wrong to talk to him considering he was a muggle born, but Andromeda just didn't care that much, she smiled at the face of Bellatrix and her parents if they found out.

***

After detention was over Ted offered to walk Andromeda back to her common room but she refused knowing there was a good chance she'd run into her sister.

"Well, wanna meet in the library tomorrow?" He asked,

"Why? we don't have anything to work on." Andromeda asked, Ted gave her a confused look,

"I mean just to hang out. Like for fun." He said,

Andromeda processed the words, she found it hard to believe anyone wanted to hang out with her.

"You don't have to." She said,

"I know. I want to, please? We had fun." He said earnestly, Andromeda weighed her options and finally decided,

"What time?"

"Noon?"

"Alright."

Ted smiled and the two said goodnight before going their separate ways.

Andromeda smiled to herself and pushed down the guilty feelings that she was betraying her family. They had never cared for her, not like Ted did, who cared what they thought.

****BELLATRIX*****

November 20th, 1964

Bellatrix had a quidditch match against Gryffindor , the team sat in the locker room talking strategy. It was cold outside and raining but the match was still going to happen. Bellatrix wasn't really paying attention as Sebastian went over strategy. They would crush Gryffindor again.

The whole school was in the stands, the professors had put up magical barriers to keep everyone dry. As the teams walked onto the pitch Bellatrix's uniform immediately soaked. Her hair was in a low pony tail instead of the usual braids because Rita was the one who would braid.

Bellatrix watched as Rudolphus tried to wipe the rain off his face while new droplets fell in place of the old ones. She hadn't thought much about her engagement to him, while at one point he scorned her and the engagement, now he seemed to have moved past it. Bellatrix was a good player, and Rudolphus respected it, and she had made him respect her.

Narcissa sat in the stands cheering loudly, next year she would be on the team as well. Rita sat in the stands as well, she tried her hardest not to be affected by Bellatrix as she took her position on the broom and shot into the air after the snitch.

Andromeda was no where to be found, she sat nice and warm in the castle laughing and running around with Ted.

Bellatrix scanned the pitch, Slytherin had already scored because of Rudolphus. She looked for any sign of the snitch, but since she usually relied on the sun to reflect the light she was having trouble. It was already dark with the storm clouds and the torrential downpour made it worse. Her hair weighed a ton since it was waterlogged, stray curls stuck to her face as raindrops pelted her head.

Bellatrix abandoned flying low and rose against the wind to get a better view. Above the pitch the wind was so strong she had to fight to keep her broom from drifting, it was also way colder. Bellatrix shivered, the combination of rain and cold making it hard for her to think.

She couldn't even see the Gryffindor seeker, if he went for the snitch she wouldn't know till the game was over.

*****

Slytherin was crushing Gryffindor, the score was like 100 to 10 and the beaters kept knocking the Gryffindors off course.

Bellatrix caught sight of the snitch as it zipped upwards, she shot after it as it climbed higher. The wind blew Bellatrix to the side making it extra hard for her to keep after the golden ball.

Soon Bellatrix was above the clouds, it was cold and she was short of breath from the lack of oxygen so high up but she continued to chase the snitch through clouds. Mist coated her face as she flew out of the cloud she followed the snitch into.

She sped up, the snitch was in reach, she let go of her broom with one hand and lunged for the snitch. She grasped the cool metal in her hand, she had a hold on it and heard the whistle blow below signifying the end of the game. She smiled and went into a dive to get out of the clouds.

She broke through and the Slytherin section was cheering as she held up the snitch.

*****

After the game there was a party in the Slytherin common room. Bellatrix stood on the side as students danced to loud music, there were a few smoking fags and more drinking firewhiskey. All the first and second years had been herded out by then.

Bellatrix turned away from the part and sat looking out the window.

"Hey," A voice said, Bellatrix turned, Rudolphus stood in front of her a cig in his hand, he still wore his quidditch uniform that was still a little damp,

"Hello." Bellatrix answered,

"Can I sit?" He asked, Bellatrix motioned for him to go ahead. He took a drag of the cig and offered it to her but she shook her head. "Suit yourself" He said taking another drag,

They sat in silence for a while before Rudolphus spoke again "Sorry I was an ass to you."

"It's fine, I don't care." Bellatrix said, she honestly couldn't care less about him, he was just a tool for her and her family, an alliance waiting to happen.

"Well, we're to be married. I was just mad about the whole thing." He said motioning with his hand before taking another drag,

Bellatrix cocked her head and looked at him, he was handsome, Bellatrix should like him, should be attracted to him, most girls were, but she couldn't feel anything other than indifference towards him,

"Am I really that bad?" She joke, Rudolphus let out a breathy laugh,

"I just, there was another girl." He said,

"I really don't care, it's just marriage, it doesn't mean anything. Be with that girl if you want." Bellatrix said, she always knew she'd have no say in who she married and she had come to terms with it.

"It's not weird for you?" Rudolphus asked,

"No," Bellatrix answered,

"Not even the age difference?" He asked,

"It's three years, calm down."

"I mean it matters now."

"Well we aren't getting married now are we?"

"Fair."

After that the conversation died and he left.

Rita had watched the interaction from afar with anger burning through her veins, she was too far to hear anything, but she saw the way Rudolphus got close to Bellatrix, to the way he examined her when her focus was elsewhere, at least that's how it appeared to her. Rita missed the days her and Bellatrix would spend together, the nights as well, when they would just lie face to face, sharing the same air, whispered secrets interchanging between them, now it was gone and she wanted it back.

****
November 30th, 1964

Rita had made a point to try and hate Trix, but it was hard. She couldn't really truly hate the only girl she's ever been friends with and the only person she'd ever love. Still, loathing and longing go hand in hand. She found her hate disappearing after the first week of her resolution and watched as it shifted into grief and longing.

She watched Bellatrix whenever she wasn't already staring at Rita. Their glances never met, but the second one looked away the other looked back. They really thought no one noticed, but everyone could tell. There was only time until Rita and Bella crashed into each other again because they were an inseparable force.

Bellatrix walked down the hallway alone, it was dark, classes had been done for the day for hours. It was nearly curfew but she just needed to be alone for a moment, truly alone.

The castle felt empty, not in a bad way, just peaceful. It was wildly different from her house, there paintings of dead relatives loomed over her and watched her every move, there her parents worked in silence able to sneak up on her at any time, no it was not her house, it was theirs, it would always be theirs.

Bellatrix knew memories of her first christmas home from Hogwarts would haunt that place forever, Orion and what he did would haunt those walls forever, but here, here there were no ghosts, here she could live freely, as freely as she would ever be allowed anyway.

The only sounds accompanying her thoughts were her own light footsteps and shallow breaths. And of she thought, she thought of her sisters, Andromeda who seemed to disappear at will, Narcissa who was as beautiful as the flower and myth she was named for, She thought of her cousins, Sirius who always was in more trouble than he would handle, Sirius who Bellatrix gazed upon with distaste each time he spoke out which was often, Sirius who protected Regulus from everyone even though it hurt himself, Sirius who was just a little too similar to Bellatrix for his own well being. And Regulus, little Regulus. He was so quiet, so still, sometimes Bellatrix wondered if he was still breathing because he could sit without moving for so long. Regulus who clung to Narcissa's heels and in turn, Bellatrix's.

While her family occupied the foreront of her mind, it was a certain Blonde who took up most of Bellatrix's musings. Rita Skeeter, the girl who had once been Bellatrix's greatest comfort, her best friend, the girl who was now the object of Bellatrix's anger and the cause of her sadness. Whether she hated Rita or hated that Rita had left her she couldn't decide, but she knew that under that hate was something more, something deeper that no one could ever understand.

Bellatrix was broken from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps echoing behind her, she steadied her breath and continued as if it was nothing, as if she hadn't noticed. She drew her wand, just in case and continued, she turned the corner and stopped, so did the steps behind her. She was being followed,

"Lumos," A light shone from her wand, she prepared to turn the corner and confront the person. They were still there, she hadn't heard any retreating steps, she braced herself against the wall, and then stepped out,

"Who-" She began to ask when she realized who it was. "Rita?" She exclaimed breathless,

Rita's expression was soft, her anger about the arguments with Bellatrix was gone, and she was done pretending it was still there, that she could ever do anything but love this beautiful girl in-front of her. She was done with all of the denials and waiting and if Bellatrix didn't feel the same so be it, she had to tell her though.

They were still just two children face to face, their hearts beating fast for the same reasons that were yet so different. Both of them too young to know anything about love, all they knew was what they were told and that would doom them, it was a curse they both were to bear until their last breaths. Rita's breath caught, she couldn't do it, wouldn't do it, but maybe having part of Bellatrix was better than none, even if it was just as a friend.

"I miss you," Rita said, Bellatrix blinked in surprise.

Chapter 33: Third year, 1964- Loving

Notes:

Me trying to write Rita and Bella being mad at eachother but it only lasts like 1.5 chapters bcs I can't. It's gonna get worse once they start dating tho belive me

Chapter Text

November 30th, 1962,

"I missed you," Rita repeated, "I don't-" Her voice caught and tears welled in her eyes at the words that would go unsaid, the confessions saved for another day, she swallowed and tried again. "I don't want to fight, I miss you, I miss our friendship. And I'm sorry, I don't want you to hate me."

Bellatrix's face was contorted in confusion, "I never hated you Rita." She said softly, "I only hated what you made me feel,"

Rita was surprised by this, maybe she had been wrong, maybe Bellatrix could see past the things her family shoved down her throat, maybe she could see that it was possible for them to love each other as more than friends, maybe not now, not when they were so young, but later.

"What do I make you feel?" Rita asked, she was pushing the line, trying to feel it out, trying to see if her hopes had any basis,

"You make me so angry," Bellatrix said, her voice breaking, "It's so hard to breathe because I'm so mad at you for doing this, for leaving me."

"I never wanted to leave you Trix, you pushed me away, you opened up and then pushed me out." Rita said,

"I had to," Bellatrix said, tears welled in her eyes, she wondered if she would cry, she wondered if she should, "I had to, you- you said that my family, my parents were wrong. I can't- I can't be friends with someone who opposes them."

Rita's face fell, the roots of her family were in too deep, they wound around Bellatrix's mind, around her heart, they caged her in. Still Rita wouldn't give up on Bellatrix. "Why not?" She pleaded,

"Because, I- They are just doing what's right for me, I need you to understand that." Bellatrix said, she was pleading just as much, she needed Rita to let her win this, she needed Rita to be okay with her family and their ways, not because she couldn't be friends with Rita if she didn't, but because she didn't think she could force herself away, she knew she would follow Rita, always, even if it took some time.

"Okay," Rita said softly, tears fell from Bellatrix's eyes, it broke her heart, she couldn't fix Bellatrix's loyalty to her family, she accepted it, Bellatrix would always pick them over her, that's what Rita thought. Maybe she would try again another time.

*****

December 1st, 1964

Bellatrix sent Jupiter to her family the second she woke up requesting Rita come to the ball, she even pushed a little in requesting Rita could stay with them for the break, it was a lot to ask, but Bellatrix figured she would get part of it if she asked for more.

She hadn't gotten Rita a present, hopefully her parents would agree and that would be present enough.

The girls spent the night talking in Bellatrix's bed, the argument resolved at last. When Bellatrix finally drifted to sleep Rita watched her for a while, content to finally have her back, content to keep her love for Bellatrix to herself if it meant getting to keep this part.

At breakfast some looked surprised to see Rita and Bellatrix back on good terms, still no one said anything. There was relief among most who figured Bellatrix would be less temperamental with Rita. The only people who seemed upset at this sight were Narcissa and Andromeda. The latter, whom upon witnessing their sister with Rita back at her side, immediately sought out Narcissa to talk about it.

****NARCISSA****

Andromeda approached her after breakfast, Andromeda's look of concern mirrored her own.

"Did you see Rita and Bellatrix?" She asked, Narcissa nodded stiffly,

"I don't like it." Cissa said,

"Me neither, I meant, it's like when they're together no one else matters, and not in a sweet way." Andromeda said,

"I know, plus when Rita leaves Bellatrix it's a mess, when she leaves again we'll have to clean it all up." Narcissa added,

They both shared concern for their sister, the one who had always protected them even when they didn't notice. In Bellatrix's own way she protected them, each time she was made to punish them, it was softer than anything her parents would do, not because she wasn't as capable, but because she wanted to save them, maybe if they didn't get the full thing their minds wouldn't be as broken as her own.

*****BELLATRIX*****

The reply came that evening. As Bellatrix and Rita layed in bed talking, well Rita was talking as Bellatrix wrote her potions essay, when Jupiter flew in and landed on Bellatrix's leg with a scroll tied to her leg.

"I didn't know you sent a letter," Rita said,

"I didn't want to get your hopes up until I knew,"

"About what?"

"I asked my parents if you could come to Christmas this year, and if you could stay for the break," Bellatrix untied the letter from Jupiter and scratched the owl's head, she chirped contently and flew off, probably back to the owlery.

"You think they'll say yes?" Rita asked excitedly,

"I have no clue honestly," Bellatrix had the scroll in her hands, she was nervous to open it,

"Want me to read it?" Rita asked,

"Please." Bellatrix said, handing the letter to Rita,

"Bellatrix,

You and your sisters are doing satisfactory at Hogwarts, I expected Andromeda's grades to rise, and they have. As to your request, Rita may come to the ball. I would like to meet with her parents more formally, perhaps when we come to retrieve you from the station we can bring her parents to the manor for a discussion, and then perhaps during the summer she may visit.

-Cygnus and Druella Black" Rita handed the letter back to Bellatrix after reading it, a broad smile on her face as Bellatrix re-read the letter herself to make sure it was real.

Finally Bellatrix smiled, it was the best she had hoped for,

"Should I go write to my parents?" Rita asked,

"Yes. Immediately" Bellatrix said, she was ecstatic, she pushed the first christmas to the back of her mind, it would be different this time, she would be sure of it. Plus the thought that she might have Rita at her house during the summer was enough that the rewards merited the risks.

Rita got up summoned her quill and parchment and began to write,

"Rita?" Bellatrix asked,

"Hm?" Rita answered, still writing,

"Happy birthday."

Rita looked up from her letter and smiled, "You're incredible."

*****

December 5th, 1964

It had been a few days and Rita's parents still hadn't written back.

The girls sat in the great hall for breakfast when the post came in and Saturn returned with a letter from Rita's parents. The girls eagerly opened it.

* Dear Rita,

We would be thrilled to formally meet your friend's parents!

Love mum and dad*

Bellatrix's heart broke at the letter, not because it was bad news, but because of how much love it was written with, all of it contrasted Bellatrix's parents yet Rita's parents were still good people, they were still pure but they didn't have to be cold and they weren't. Silently Bellatrix knew Rita would never understand, she just couldn't.

She didn't want Rita to understand, for her family to be like Bellatrix's, but she knew she was alone, the only ones who would get it were those raised within it.

*****ANDROMEDA******

Andromeda had been spending less and less time in the Slytherin common room, she was always in the library or some other part of the castle with her new friend Ted Tonks.

Their project was almost completed and Andromeda dreaded when it would be because then Ted would leave her.

The two sat in a meadow Ted had found, it was far away from the Black lake which Andromeda hated being around, especially with Ted, especially with the risk of her sister and her friends being there.

"Would you want to meet my other friends?" He asked, they had been watching the little ants and other bugs in the flowers and tall grass. Andromeda stilled,

"Why?" She asked cautiously, he shrugged,

"I think you'd like them, and they like you from what I've told them."

"You talked about me?" Andromeda asked, alarm rising in her voice, she wasn't doing anything wrong by being friends with Ted, but if Bellatrix found out... "What did you tell them? Who did you tell?" She was sitting up now, Ted realized he had upset her,

"I- sorry, I just thought..." He started, "It wasn't anything bad and it was just a couple people," Concern coated his face, "I don't really see the problem,"

"No, of course you don't." Andromeda said, Ted recoiled,

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked,

"Just, you don't get my family-" Andromeda started,

"What you're ashamed to be friends with me? Because what, I'm a Hufflepuff?" Ted looked hurt,

"No! Of course not," Andromeda said, "I mean being a Hufflepuff doesn't matter to me, but it doesn't help the... rest of your... situation." She danced around calling out his blood status but Ted knew what she meant, he had been at Hogwarts long enough that people had given him crap for it.

"Because I'm a muggleborn." He said, realization dawning on his face, "Or as you'd prefer mudblood." He spit out the word like it tasted bad.

Andromeda looked down, "It's not me, I don't care." She said, he looked at her incredulously, "Honest I don't, it's my family."

"Right, and because I tell a few people we hung out that means your family would know?" He asked, oblivious to who exactly her family was, "And even if they did how bad would it really be, what they disapprove and that's that?"

"I have sisters you know." Andromeda said,

"They can't be that bad."

"Narcissa isn't, Bellatrix is."

Ted froze, he had run into Bellatrix in the hall once, it hadn't ended well.

"She's your sister?" He asked,

"It's not like I chose my family."

"No you just refuse to go against them."

"It's not that simple."

"Well then explain it to me Andy," He pleaded,

Andromeda took a breath,

"ANDROMEDA!" A voice rang out, Andromeda stood up, Narcissa stood at the other end of the field,

"I'm sorry, I have to go," She said to Ted,

"Wait,"

"ANDROMEDA!" Narcissa called again,

"I'll find you later, I promise."

With that she left Ted in the field,

"Who's that?" Narcissa asked when Andromeda joined her, Andromeda looked back,

"No one," She answered, "Now what?"

"Bellatrix wanted me to get you."

*******NARCISSA*****

Narcissa returned with Andromeda to the common room where Bellatrix was waiting, she seemed on edge. When she spotted her sisters she stood up and walked over,

"Come, let's go to my dorm." She said,

When they entered Rita was sitting on Bellatrix's bed working on some assignment,

"What is she doing here?" Andromeda asked, an edge to her voice,

"She lives here." Bellatrix sneered, "Be nice,"

Rita pretended not to hear having learned her lesson about getting involved with Bellatrix's family.

Narcissa shared a similar sentiment pertaining to Rita, but she never would speak out against Bellatrix or anyone she deemed worthy of protection, at least not to her face.

"Now, I wanted to talk to you both about Christmas." Bellatrix said, "Rita is coming this year, and when we get to the station her parents will accompany us back home so mother and father can speak with them."

Andromeda looked displeased that Rita would again be joining for Christmas, Narcissa schooled her face to betray nothing, a skill she quickly learned when both her sisters had left, leaving her the sole object of their parents' attention.

"The hope is that during the summer she would be permitted to stay with us for a little and maybe even next holiday. And hopefully in the future I would be allowed to spend time at her home." Bellatrix said,

Andromeda looked ready to interrupt but Bellatrix shot her a glare, "Now, I need you both to be perfect, absolutely perfect. I know the concept may be foreign to you Andromeda, but I need you to try." Her voice was almost pleading despite her cruel words. "Understood?"

Narcissa could see how much this meant to Bellatrix, and while she hated the idea that Bellatrix would be with Rita for any amount of time, and hated the thought of her leaving home to stay with Rita, she knew it would make Bellatrix happy. Bellatrix spent so much time protecting her and Andy and Reg and Sirius without any thanks, sometimes it felt like she was the only one who noticed Bellatrix's care, and even more so how Bellatrix seemed to be slipping away more and more.

"Understood." Narcissa said, she looked to Andromeda,

Andromeda sighed, "Fine." She said rolling her eyes, Bellatrix let out a breath.

Narcissa noticed, she noticed the way Bellatrix would always leave the office of their father long after she and Andromeda had been dismissed, how she would return weaker yet always come to the drawing room to care for Narcissa and Andromeda, she noticed the tear streaks that were left on her face. Even if Bellatrix never let them see her cry or hear her scream, Narcissa knew when her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse. Narcissa knew.

She hated Rita, but she seemed to be one of the few people who made Bellatrix smile, so for her she would accept it.

Chapter 34: Third year, 1964- I've been meaning to tell you

Chapter Text

December 7th, 1964

It seemed like everyone was intentionally trying to get on Bellatrix's bad side in the days leading up to break. Maybe they were, but most likely Bellatrix's fuse was cut extra short due to stress.

Rita continued to write articles that spread drama around the campus and Bellatrix hexed anyone who so much as spoke to her.

Between the two of them, students were kept on their toes. Rita tormented them anonymously with words and rumors, Bellatrix tormented them upfront with curses and jinxes that sent kids to the nurse.

"Engorgio skullus!" Bellatrix pointed her wand at some Gryffindor who had dared to insult her. He was older but clearly not as good as Bellatrix. His head immediately swelled, "Run away," Bellatrix taunted, the boy turned and headed for the nurse's office while Bellatrix hexed him again from behind. "Impedimenta," She whispered and the boy began running in slow motion, Bellatrix smiled and giggled to herself.

"Trix..." A voice from behind her, Bellatrix turned to find Rita staring at her with a disapproving look on her face.

"Oh cmon! It was funny!" Bellatrix said, Rita rolled her eyes, "I could have done way worse for what he said, that was me being nice."

"What did he say?"

"He called me crazy, to my face no less."

Rita huffed out a breath, "That's not even brave, it's just bloody stupid." She said,

"I know right!" Bellatrix answered,

The girls began to walk back to their dorm still talking about the student Bellatrix cursed. When they entered their common room they noticed a new flyer on the board. Students were flocked around it but when Bellatrix started to approach a path cleared for her. Bellatrix looked at the flyer before retreating back to Rita.

"What did it say?" Rita asked,

"Hogsmeade visit on the 13th." Bellatrix answered as they climbed the stairs to their dorm.

"Do you wanna go?" Rita asked, Bellatrix hadn't yet been on any school excursions to hogsmeade unless you counted the time she snuck out to get Rita a present in first year.

"Sure, why not." Bellatrix answered as she opened the door to their dorm. She didn't really care about the visit, but it could be fun with Rita.

Just as the girls were taking off their winter cloaks Jupiter flew in the window carrying a package that looked like it was about to bring her down.

Rita rushed over to relieve her owl from carrying the thing, Bellatrix continued to shake the snow off her cloak. Across the room Rita squealed, Bellatrix turned around,

"What? What is it?" She asked a little alarmed, Rita turned around and held out a chess set. "Oh, merlin I thought someone sent you a finger or something," Bellatrix said, Rita didn't seem to hear,

"It's wizard chess!" She exclaimed,

"Yea I can see that," Bellatrix said,

"I've always wanted to learn to play and my parents were always so busy but they finally bought me a set so now I can teach myself!" She began to set up the board and Bellatrix walked over,

"You never learned?" Bellatrix questioned,

"Nope," Rita answered still setting up the pieces,

"Do you want me to teach you?" Bellatrix asked,

"Can you?" Rita asked hopefully as she looked up to Bella,

"I wouldn't offer if I couldn't." Bellatrix said, Rita's smile grew even wider as she embraced Bellatrix in a tight hug.

"Ok, lesson one, try not to knock the pieces off the board." Bellatrix said when Rita let go,

"Right." Rita said, she began to re-set up the pieces she made fall.

Bellatrix began to explain how each piece moves and the rules of the game, along with the exceptions.

"Wait, so the kind can only move one space at a time right?" Rita asked,

"Yes, well except when castling." Bellatrix explained,

"Wait, what is that again?"

"When the king moves two squares over and the rook moves to the other side of the king."

"Right..."

Soon they started their first game.

"King, castle!" Rita ordered when Bellatrix had put her in check,

"You can't castle when you're in check." Bellatrix said,

"You never told me that!" Rita complained,

"Well there are a lot rules that are just easier to explain as we go along."

"This hurts my head,"

"It's called thinking, get used to it."

Three games later, Bellatrix had won them all though she did give Rita a chance and tried to drag it out as long as she could to teach Rita who was slowly, very slowly, getting better.

"Checkmate." Bellatrix said,

"This is so unfair." Rita complained as her king was beheaded by Bellatrix's knight for the 4th time in a row,

"You'll get better, you just have to think ahead. Plus now you know all the rules so you can put your focus on strategy." Bellatrix said,

"Can we stop for today?" Rita asked,

"Sure," Bellatrix answered, just then Alecto and Eliza walked in,

"OOOO Are you playing wizard chess?" Eliza asked, she bounded over,

"Yea," Bellatrix answered,

"Trix is teaching me." Rita said,

"I always like watching matches but I can't actually play, I mean I learned how but I suck at it." Eliza said,

Alecto joined her roomates, "Can I play you?" She asked Bellatrix,

"Sure. Rita do you mind if we use your board?" Bellatrix asked, it had been a while since she played anyone other than family.

"Go for it." Rita answered,

"You should watch, it will help you learn." Alecto said,

Bellatrix set up the pieces again, "Want me to go easy?" She asked,

"Not at all." Alecto answered.

"Your funeral." Bellatrix muttered

within 8 moves Bellatrix had already put Alecto in checkmate.

"Damn," Alecto muttered,

"You left a gap in your defense, and I distracted you with my rook while exploiting that weakness." Bellatrix explained,

"It didn't take you nearly that long to beat me." Rita said,

"I was dragging it out to teach you." Bellatrix said, Rita groaned,

"Ill never beat you." She said,

"Probably not, the only person who still can is my Aunt Walburga." Bellatrix answered,

She still remembered the day she beat her father, she was 9, he aunt had begun teaching her before Sirius was born but after that she quit so Bellatrix asked he father to play her. He won the first few matches, but Bellatrix learned and within a week she had beaten him. She thought he would be proud, and he was, but he was also mad, but he was also mad when she lost, it had been confusing.

After that she taught Narcissa and Andromeda and she taught Sirius for Walburga who was going a little off the rails. She had planned to start teaching Regulus over the summer.

Her aunt had started to come back, at least a little now that Sirius and Regulus were older, but she still was different that she was before they were born and Bellatrix resented Sirius for it.

******

December 13th, 1964

Bellatrix and Rita walked to Hogsmeade with Alecto and Eliza. The ground was covered in snow and the girl's boots sunk into the icy powder with each step. The sun was out thankfully and it wasn't snowing.

When they reached the town they went to the three broomsticks and got a table. It was crowded and loud but warm, the bartender welcomed the girls and asked who Bellatrix was, Eliza introduced her.

They sat down and ordered three butterbeers and a tea for Bellatrix.

"Why don't you like butterbeer?" Rita asked after Bellatrix placed her order,

"It's too sweet," Bellatrix answered with a shrug, a tray flew over with their drinks.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you all!" Eliza said putting down her glass, "I'm meeting someone at 3!"

Bellatrix glanced at the clock, it was 2,

"Who?" Rita asked,

"His name is Alan Ridoc, he's a ravenclaw in 4th year." Eliza said, "It's a date."

"Oooo" Alecto teased, Eliza laughed,

"The one that looks like the guy from criminal wizards?" Rita asked,

"Mhm," Eliza said taking another sip of her drink, whipped cream coated her top lip.

"Do you like him?" Bellatrix asked,

"He's cute and a good kisser-"

Bellatrix choked on her tea and started coughing, Rita started hitting Bellatrix's back to help her.

"Sorry," Bellatrix said having finally caught her breath,

"Merlin, I'm surprised you didn't have a heart attack when you walked in on those girls in the astronomy tower." Eliza said playfully,

"I just didn't expect you to have- ya know." Bellatrix said,

"Prude," Alecto teased,

Bellatrix sighed and continued to sip her tea.

****

Later Rita and Bellatrix were walking around the town together. Eliza had went off to meet her date about ten minutes ago and Alecto had gone back to the castle right after claiming it was too cold.

Bellatrix enjoyed the frosty wind on her face.

Rita's green fur cloak contrasted with the snow and the sun reflected light off the fake gems she had stuck onto the seams for an extra flare.

Bellatrix looked like the grim reaper beside her in a long black cloak with her hood up.

They strolled idly along the path that was worn with boot tracks.

"What do you know about animaguses?" Rita asked,

"Uh, they are witches or wizards who have gone through the process with the ministry so they could be allowed to cast the spell. Their animagus form is always their patronus so most wizards master that spell first so they know if they really want to be that animal. I know it's a really complicated spell that requires a lot of time and stuff. Why?"

"Just curious." Rita answered, they walked on for a minute before she asked another question, "How old do you have to be?"

"17." Bellatrix answered, "Well legally anyway, but if anyone can do the spell if they're good enough I guess, you just don't have to register it with the ministry."

Rita considered what Bellatrix said, "Do you think I'm good enough to do the spell?"

"If you really worked at it yea, but do you even know your patronus?"

"No, but we're learning that after break in defense against the dark arts right?"

"I think we're doing boggarts and then patronuses." Bellatrix answered,

*****

December 16th, 1964

Bellatrix had already packed for home, she was a mess trying to instruct Rita on the rules of her family and she was so nervous about her parents meeting Rita's. It was so easy for everything to go wrong again.

Narcissa tried to comfort her but it was no use. Andromeda just ignored it and pretended her sister wasn't literally sending three students to the infirmary a week.

*****ANDROMEDA******

Since the project with Ted was over she had been avoiding him. After their fight she figured he didn't want to talk to her so she was surprised when he approached her in the library,

"Andy?"

She turned around, "Oh," She said at a loss for words, "Hi,"

"You've been avoiding me," he said,

"No, I-" She started but then saw the look on his face, "Well, yea I have been but only because I figured you were mad at me."

"I'm not mad." He said and it sounded genuine, "I just didn't really understand why you got so upset about me telling people we're friends, I thought you were ashamed,"

"I'm not, I don't care but my family is really strict." Andromeda said,

"Yea, I realized that." He said, "Anyway I just wanted to come and clear the air because I really like you as a friend."

"Me too." Andromeda said,

"So... We're okay?" He asked,

"Yea," Andromeda smiled and so did he,

"Well, if you still want to hang out with my friends we're sitting over there." He said, Andromeda hesitated, "You don't have to." He added,

"No, I want to." She said quickly,

"Great. I'll introduce you."

He brought her to a sunnier part of the library where 4 hufflepuffs were sitting at a table talking and eating chocolate, one of the girls noticed Ted and smiled,

"Hey!" She exclaimed, "I was wondering when you'd join us."

He smiled and brought Andromeda up to them, "Sorry, I had to grab something." He said, "Anyway, I want you all to meet Andromeda."

"Oh hey," One of the guys greeted her, he had blonde hair and green eyes, "I'm Owen and this is Chris," He said motioning to the other boy with red hair, "We're Ted's dormates."

"Nice to meet you," Andromeda said,

"Yea, you too." Chris said kindly,

"I'm April," The girl with short blonde hair said, Andromeda smiled at her,

"And that's Penny," Ted said motioning to the girl with long brown hair and big blue eyes,

"Hi," She said with a smile,

"Nice to meet you all," Andromeda said,

"Sit, please," April said motioning towards the chair beside her, Andromeda crossed around the table and took a seat, Ted sat across from her.

"We're trading frog cards," Chris said, "Do you collect any?"

"No," Andromeda said,

"Oh, well here, you can have my Dumbledore, I have like a million" He said handing her a card with the headmaster on it,

"Thanks," Andromeda said taking the card.

They treated her like a real friend, strangely she felt more welcome with these strangers Ted just introduced her to than her family who she knew her whole life.

******BELLATRIX*****

December 17th, 1964

Bellatrix sat with Rita and Alecto and Eliza in the train car as it pulled out of hogwarts. Narcissa was sitting with some of her friends and Andromeda had said something about doing the same but Bellatrix had never seen her with friends.

Bellatrix fidgeted with her nails as she tried to resist picking at them or her cuticles, her mother always screamed at her about that.

"OH! Bellatrix, I forgot to tell you, my mom's new boyfriend is invited to your family's ball so my mother and I are coming." Eliza said, "I'm sure you'd find out on your own, but I figured I'd tell you now."

"Oh? New step father? As in a different one from last year?" Rita asked,

"Yes that would be the meaning of 'new'" Eliza said sarcastically, Rita rolled her eyes,

"Who is he?" Bellatrix asked,

"Louis Malfoy, he's Lucius's second uncle or something." Eliza answered before pulling out a bottle of pink nail polish and starting to apply it.

"Well we'll all be there then, that should be fun," Alecto said,

"Fun isn't a word I'd ever use to describe anything with my family." Bellatrix muttered, no one but Rita heard, she laid her hand across Bella's as a comfort, blush rose in Bellatrix's cheeks.

******NARCISSA******

Narcissa sat in a train car with her friends Alexandra, Christina and Polly, well sort of her friends, they were shallow and always shooting backhanded comments at each other.

"You're so brave for wearing that home, my mother would kill me if I dressed like that." Alexandra said,

"Well my mother isn't a controlling vulture who always needs to live vicariously through me." Polly said, Narcissa closed her eyes and groaned internally.

Before Alexandra could answer again Narcissa got up and excused herself, "I'll be right back, I'm going to the restroom."

Narcissa left her train car and closed the door behind her. At school everyone wanted to be around her, she was smart, pretty, sweet, the perfect girl, but no one wanted to really be her friend.

She walked the corridors of the train to clear her head, she heard her sister's laugh ring through the hall. She stopped for a moment and walked closer to the car it came from.

She peeked into the car and saw Andromeda sitting with four hufflepuffs. They were all doubled over laughing. Narcissa's stomach sank partly with jealousy that Andromeda found good friends, partly with fear about what their parents would do when they found out she was hanging out with four Hufflepuff Mudbloods.

Andromeda looked up and caught Narcissa's eye, she pulled back and started to walk away but Andromeda left the train car and caught up to her.

"Cissa! Cissa wait!" She called, Narcissa turned,

"What?" She snapped, Andromeda recoiled,

"Are you going to tell mother and father?" She asked, Narcissa scowled,

"What that you're hanging out with Mudbloods?"

"Don't call them that!"

"That's what they are Andromeda, deal with it." Narcissa crossed her arms,

"Do you're going to tell?" Andromeda asked,

Narcissa was hurt that she hadn't really spoken to her sister in months and all Andromeda cared about was whether or not she would tell on her.

"Maybe," Narcissa mused, "Maybe not." She crossed her arms and made to walk away but Andromeda grabbed her arm.

"Cissa please," She begged,

"I'm not going to tell Andromeda," Narcissa hissed,

Andromeda let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you,"

"I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for Bella because she needs our parents to be in a good mood. But for the record, they'll find out one way or another, you should stop." Narcissa said coldly, Andromeda's face fell and before she could say anything else Narcissa walked away.

She kept walking through car after car looking for Bellatrix, tears welled in her eyes as she tried to hold them back, she didn't even know why she was about to cry.

She found her oldest sister's compartment and peered in, Bellatrix's head rested on Rita's shoulder as Eliza painted her nails and Alecto was sleeping.

She raised her fist to knock but stopped, Bellatrix looked happy, genuinely happy. It was like all the stress she usually carried dissipated and she couldn't bring herself to burden Bellatrix with this, not when they were so close to having to be back home.

She turned on her heel and walked, she planned to go back to her compartment and was halfway back when a girl nearly ran into her.

"Oh sorry!" She said,

"No it was my fault I wasn't paying attention," Narcissa said, the girl raised her head again and Narcissa paused,

"I know you," The girl said,

"I know you too," Narcissa answered, "You're Alice right? The girl my sister hexed a little ago?"

Alice froze, "Yea," She said,

"Sorry about that as well." Narcissa said, sometimes she liked how protective Bella was, but mostly it just got in the way and made her enemies with people she barely knew.

"It's fine," Alice said tentatively, "Uhm, I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, well we already met but you know what I mean," She said before giving Narcissa a shy smile,

"Yea, right. Uhm, bye." Narcissa said, with that, Alice waved and returned to her friends.

Narcissa sighed and scolded herself for the interaction before heading back to her not-so-much-friends friends.

******ANDROMEDA*****

Andromeda returned to her friends after the interaction with Narcissa,

"Was that your sister?" April asked,

"Yea, my younger one, Narcissa." Andromeda answered,

"What did she want?" Ted asked,

"Oh, nothing," Andromeda answered before taking a seat next to Ted.

Soon the conversation resumed and the interaction between her and her sister was forgotten by everyone but Andromeda sat in silence still worried about the interaction.

Ted noticed her silence and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "What happened?"

Andromeda sighed and faked a smile, "Nothing," She answered

"Andy, cmon you can tell me." He said,

"I just..." Andromeda took a breath, "she threatened to tell our parents I was hanging out with you."

Ted looked alarmed, "Will she? I don't want to get you in trouble because of me."

"No, she won't. I just didn't think she was so brainwashed by them and their, ideas." Andromeda said,

Ted gave her a sympathetic smile "Sorry,"

*****BELLATRIX*****

The train stopped at the platform and Bellatrix left her compartment with Rita, Narcissa and Andromeda would meet her at the exit.

When they exited the train Bellatrix spotted her parents talking to Rita's parents already, she took a breath and stood straighter, her sisters followed suit and they all approached their parents.

"Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda," Druella greeted as Cygnus continued to speak to Rita's father about some ministry thing.

"Mother," Bellatrix said cautiously as she tried to gauge her mood.

"This must be Rita," Druella said,

"Yes," Bellatrix answered,

"Mother this is my friend Rita, Rita this is my mother,"

Rita bowed her head "It's a pleasure to meet you again Mrs. Black."

Druella sized her up as Bellatrix held her breath, she must have decided Rita was acceptable because she turned back to Rita's mother.

"Well, I can apparate with the children back to the manor," Druella said, Cygnus nodded and extended his arm for Rita's parents to take. Druella grabbed the children and they all apparated.

When they arrived her parents dismissed the children to the drawing room while the adults talked.

Bellatrix led her sisters and Rita to the drawing room. As they walked through the hall Rita admired the paintings and the sheer vastness of her friend's home.

They all walked into the drawing room and immediately their elf Horrendum appeared,

"Horrendum is happy to have the three Miss Blacks home again, and Miss Bellatrix has brought a friend! How lovely!" The elf bowed deeply,

Bellatrix figured it would be easier for her to introduce Rita as a new person rather than explain the whole situation, plus this way it would be better and Rita and her parents would have a clean slate.

Rita and Bellatrix sat in the window and talked for the hour it took their parents to be done.

Horrendum returned and told them all to come to the door so Bellatrix and her sisters could say goodbye to Rita and her parents.

When they arrived Druella was still talking with Rita's mother, they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation but it could be fake, Bellatrix would just have to wait.

When they had left Druella and Cygnus turned to the girls.

"They are acceptable," Druella sniffed, Bellatrix schooled her face to a neutral expression. "Perhaps in the future the girl will be allowed to stay at the house."

With that her mother and father left. Bellatrix and her sisters returned to the drawing room, Bellatrix was smiling so hard she thought her cheeks would be sore. It was a victory, the only one she would be allowed.

Chapter 35: Third year, 1964- I think your house is haunted

Chapter Text

December 18th, 1964

*KRACK* Horrendum apparated into Bellatrix's room, Bellatrix shot up into a sitting position,

"Miss Black is to be downstairs for breakfast in ten minutes." The elf said,

"Thank you Horrendum," Bellatrix answered rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the elf bowed before leaving. Bellatrix rose from her bed and began to dress quickly before going to the bathroom and wetting her hair down.

She was the first one downstairs and took her seat at the right of her father's chair.

Her mother and father entered next and sat down without a word.

Normally when she returned home there was an interrogation about her time at school, but after Rita left the girls were summoned to a silent dinner and then sent to bed.

Narcissa and Andromeda entered the dining room and sat down, then the food appeared. Cygnus cleared his throat and everyone waited for him to start the meal, but he didn't.

"Regulus and Sirius will be spending the week with us, they will return to Walburga and Orion after the party, you three will join them there." He said, Bellatrix felt a mix of emotions, on the one hand Regulus would be spending time with them, on the other Sirius was coming so that ensured Bellatrix would be punished for anything he did wrong. Then they would go to her aunt's, and she loved Walburga, even if she was losing it a little, but Orion would be there.

With that Cygnus served himself and then they all ate.

When breakfast was over Cygnus checked his watch and they all went to greet their relatives.

Walburga arrived with Sirius and Regulus shortly, she was invited in for tea while Bellatrix took the children to the drawing room. Before she left with Reg and Sirius Walburga called out to her.

"If Sirius won't destroy the drawing room without your supervision, I want you to join us for tea." She said, Bellatrix paused and looked back at her mother for approval. Her mother nodded to say it was ok.

"Of course Aunty, I'll escort them and return at once."

Walburga smiled and Bellatrix left.

She took her sisters and cousins to the drawing room, she was about to leave when Regulus tugged on her gown.

"When will you be back?" He asked softly,

Andromeda was in the corner entertaining Sirius while Narcissa waited for Regulus to join her in reading by the window.

"And hour maybe?" Bellatrix answered, she ran her fingers through his curly hair.

Regulus nodded and turned back to Narcissa.

Bellatrix met her aunt and mother for tea on the balcony of the second floor. It was cold outside and snow coated the grounds.

Druella and Walburga were engaged in a conversation about politics when Bellatrix sat down.

"Now, Bellatrix can decide which she thinks is correct." Walburga said, Bellatrix froze unsure of what they were talking about,

"She's a child, she doesn't know anything Walburga." Druella said, her voice laced with condescension,

Bellatrix straightened in her chair and remained silent. Walburga sighed, "She's 14, now is when we help her learn about the Black family values."

Druella pressed her lips into a line but didn't argue further. Walburga turned to Bellatrix, "Do you know who the minister of magic currently is?"

"Nobbly Leach, and Alec Douglas-Home is the prime minister," Bellatrix answered,

"What do you know about the minister?"

"He's the first mudblood minister." Bellatrix said,

"See, she does know!" Walburga exclaimed gleefully. Bellatrix gave a sheepish smile.

"I don't even think they should be allowed to run," Druella hissed,

"Yes yes, we can all agree on that." Her aunt said waving a hand, "No matter, the point is, there is another candidate,"

"Not officially," Druella said,

"Yes, but eventually he will run." Walburga said, "Do you know who Harold Wilson is?"

"Yes, he currently is the head of the department of Magical Resources." Bellatrix said, in conversations with adults Bellatrix had learned not to share her opinions and always speak only when spoken to.

"Right, and do you think he will run for minister? I think he will but Druella disagrees, she says the mudbloods are overtaking everything."

Bellatrix paused, she was well read on the government of the wizarding world, if you asked she could name each and every position and who is currently in it.

"He's young, only 30, but I think he will eventually run, maybe in the next five years or so, he has ambition." Bellatrix said,

Walburga smiled, "Yes, well the main point is I think we should try and get closer to him so if he does become minister it will be nice to have him in our pocket."

Bellatrix considered it for a moment, "I think it's a good idea..." She said carefully.

"Your mother objects, she thinks that Wilson is just as likely to use us and our connections to run for minister, she thinks we should wait."

"If he did want to use our connections I think he would approach us, which he hasn't. I always think while waiting is prudent he'll have many families trying to do the same thing once he's elected." Bellatrix said,

Her aunt and mother considered her response for a moment, "I'm inclined to agree Bellatrix, well done." His mother said after a moment, Bellatrix beamed at the praise.

For the next hour they talked about the ministry and politics and other things.

*****REGULUS******

Regulus sat by the window with Narcissa, he continued to read a book, she had abandoned reading and taken a pencil and sketch pad.

His attention drifted from his book to his brother and Andromeda. The two were laughing about something, Andromeda continued to entertain him.

Regulus huffed and waited for Bellatrix to return. She was 6 years above him, but he liked her a lot, and she seemed to enjoy his presence. He aspired to be like her, he watched the way she spoke, how she carried herself, everything she did in hopes of being more like her.

Maybe it was because his mother adored Bellatrix, and maybe if he was more like her she would love him just as much. Bellatrix seemed to love Walburga like a mother, Regulus didn't really understand it, she was far from loving or caring, and to him she never had been.

He resolved to ask her about it, she was more social without being overly loud or obnoxious like Sirius.

He waited patiently and was overjoyed when she returned, and even happier that she didn't look like she'd been punished. Bellatrix surveyed the room the way his mother did, assessing for damage or anything that needed to be fixed incase someone else came in. She walked over to Regulus who was pretending to read and not have noticed Bella enter.

"Hey," She said,

Regulus closed his book, Narcissa didn't look up from her drawing but she offered a small greeting.

"What are you reading?"

Regulus pushed the book away, he had taken it from her room hoping she would be okay with it. "Nothing,"

Bellatrix reached over and grabbed the book, "La Belle et la Bête." she read the title, "Is this mine?"

Regulus looked down, "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I got it from your room." He explained,

"It's alright Reg, you can take whatever from my room." Bellatrix said, Regulus looked up and relaxed, "Did you like it?"

"I haven't finished," He answered,

"Do you like it so far?"

He nodded, "Did you?"

"Yes actually, but it's not my favorite."

"What is your favorite?"

"Now or what was it when I was your age?"

"Both,"

Bellatrix blew out a breath, "When I was your age my favorite book was probably La Belle au bois dormant. Now it's probably Pride and Prejudice,"

"Can I read them?" Regulus asked,

"Sure, I'll go get them," Bellatrix moved to get up,

"Can I come?"

Bellatrix paused, she wasn't confined per se to the drawing room, but she wasn't sure if Regulus was allowed to leave, "Sure"

With that they went to Bellatrix's room.

Regulus's cousin's room was dark, she had black curtain covering the stained glass window. Her ceiling was painted a dark blue with stars painted across it, all of their family's constellations, Orion's was over her bed.

Bellatrix walked over to her bookcase and grabbed La Belle au bois dormant. "I don't think you're ready to read Pride and Prejudice, when you start hogwarts I'll lend it to you." she said. Then they returned to the drawing room.

*****

December 20th, 1964*****BELLATRIX*****

At breakfast that morning Cygnus had told her she was allowed to take the children out to the garden for a few hours if it pleased her. Bellatrix was surprised, she had always been put in charge of her cousins and sisters but always under strict guidelines from an adult.

Things were changing for her, she wasn't punished nearly as much, but maybe that was just because she was usually at school.

Bellatrix took the children outside to the garden an hour after breakfast, they were all dressed in warm cloaks and gloves.

Andromeda and Sirius immediately tried to leave to do whatever in the snow but Bellatrix told them not to.

"Why not!!" Sirius whined,

"Because I said so!" Bellatrix snapped,

"I don't care!" Sirius said petulantly,

Bellatrix drew her wand and fired a stinging jinx at him, "Behave." She hissed, they were in a spot where if anyone was to look out a window they would be visible, and Bellatrix wouldn't risk them being spotted doing their usual things by their parents.

Regulus watched from the side as Bella and Sirius got into another fight. He always thought it was because they were so similar, Bellatrix would crucio him if he ever said it, but despite their different motives and beliefs, they were both strong willed, smart, and loyal.

Andromeda and Sirius settled to walk many paces behind the others as they strolled through the garden. Regulus and Narcissa flanked Bellatrix, the latter of whom was admiring the snow covered flowers that bloomed all year due to some magic.

"Why do you and Aunt Walburga get along so well?" Regulus asked, Bellatrix turned to look at him, he was nearly to her shoulders. She shot him a questioning glance,

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she always likes you, and she's never mean. Is it because you're just better?"

Bellatrix sucked in a breath,

"No, I'm not better, I'm older maybe so I know more, but Reg you're just as good as me." She assured,

"Why do you like her?"

Bellatrix opened her mouth to answer but Sirius yelled from behind them,

"Yea? Why because she's bloody mental!"

Bellatrix turned and fired another stinging jinx at him, this one was more painful, Sirius lost his balance and fell. "She is not Mental! Do not speak about your mother that way, especially not when it's your bloody fault if she's off! You ruined her, she was fine till you were born Sirius!" She yelled.

Bellatrix was always defensive about when people call others 'crazy' Walburga would sometimes lose her temper, or forget things, but she wasn't crazy, just a little off...

Tears welled in Sirius's eyes at Bellatrix's words, he wondered if he was the reason his mother was like that. Bellatrix turned and continued walking, Regulus let the subject drop.

After an hour in the cold Bellatrix took them all back to the drawing room to warm up.

Bellatrix didn't pay any attention to Sirius as she spoke with Regulus about whatever, but Andromeda noticed how quiet Sirius had been since Bellatrix yelled at him. She attempted to engage him in their usual shenanigans but her efforts were futile. Narcissa continued her drawing from earlier.

"Do you know how to play chess?" Regulus asked,

"Mhm, your mother taught me," Bellatrix answered,

"Can we play?" he asked,

"You know how?" Bellatrix asked, she assumed Walburga wouldn't teach him considering she didn't even play with her. Regulus nodded,

"I taught myself"

"I would have taught you,"

"I know, but I didn't want to make you do more." With that Regulus rose to fetch the chessboard and pieces.

They set up the game and began to play, considering Regulus had taught himself he was doing well and was actually a worthy opponent.

"Is Rita coming to the ball?" He asked, Bellatrix nodded, Regulus's face fell,

"Why? You don't like her?"

"It's not that I don't like her..." Regulus said,

"Yea it's just she's a horrid person." Andromeda muttered,

"Well then they match." Sirius said,

Bellatrix turned to them, "Watch it," She hissed, Andromeda rolled her eyes and stopped Sirius from answering and therefore stopped him from getting hit with another jinx.

"I like her fine," Regulus continued, "She just takes up all your attention,"

Bellatrix smiled, "You can join us, I'll probably be forced to dance with Rudolphus again, but when I'm not I'll be with you."

Regulus smiled,

"Oh!" Bellatrix said, remembering that she was supposed to ask Regulus to befriend Barty Jr. "At the ball Barty Crouch and his son will be there. He's your age and your mother wants you to befriend him."

Regulus groaned, "Doesn't she remember what happened with Evan and Pandora? I barely said anything"

"And they liked you, just be yourself, I'll introduce us." Bellatrix said, Regulus rolled his eyes but didn't say anything else.

*******

December 24th, 1964

Bellatrix readied herself in her room, Horrendum was helping her sister and Regulus's parents had come early with their house elf to assist Reggie and Sirius.

She had put on her dress, it was black, as usual. Beads made pretty designs at the top around her chest, then the dress fell to the floor; a lace train was attached to her shoulders and black short heels pinched her feet. Pearls covered her neck.

Bellatrix was pinning her hair into a crown atop her head. Her long hair was heavy and the style gave her a headache but she pushed through it. Rita had sent a letter with a picture of her dress a day ago, she said she was excited to see Bellatrix again.

Bellatrix put the last clip in place and inspected herself in the mirror. When she deduced nothing was wrong she made her way downstairs to the ballroom. Her parents, Aunt and Uncle were there, Bellatrix wanted to cave her shoulders in and cover herself at the sight of Orion but she resisted the urge and kept her head high.

Soon her sisters and cousins joined them, Narcissa was sent to greet the guests. Bellatrix took Sirius, Reg, and Andy to a table and sat as they waited while people arrived. Thankfully it wasn't long before wizards and witches filled the room. Andromeda excused herself and wandered off with Sirius. Walburga approached Bellatrix,

"Rudolphus had just arrived," She said, with that she left.

After a minute Rudolphus came over with a bored look on his face, "May I have this dance?" He asked flatly, Bellatrix sighed and got up with a fake smile to take his arm. She turned back to Regulus once more,

"When Rita gets here will you tell her where I am?"

Regulus agreed and Bellatrix was off dancing with Rudolphus in silence. Bellatrix tried to feign interest in him just for show, she caught Alecto's eye and her friend just grinned and winked before walking off to join her brother.

After one dance Bellatrix noticed Eliza dancing beside her with some guy. Bellatrix smiled at her and Eliza just grinned.

Bellatrix excused herself after two dances to return to Regulus, she hoped Rita was there. Eliza continued to dance with different men, she was never without a partner.

Before Bellatrix got to Regulus Druella intercepted her, "Bellatrix, where is Andromeda?"

Bellatrix glanced around, while she danced she kept an eye on her sister so that she would know where she and Sirius were. "Over by the far right table in the corner."

"She is supposed to dance with Thomas Rowle, does she know?" Her mother asked,

"I'm not sure mother, she didn't mention anything about him to me."

Druella sighed, Bellatrix began to grow nervous it would be turned into her fault.

"I told her they are to be married, so she should know." Druella said, Bellatrix didn't reply, she hadn't cared that her marriage was arranged, she didn't really think Andromeda would, but maybe she had been wrong.

Druella left and went after Andromeda while Bellatrix returned to Regulus. She spotted Rita at the table with Alecto while Regulus looked around nervously. Bellatrix already had seen the dress Rita would wear but it looked different on her in person. Bellatrix paused and took in the floor length crimson dress. It was open in the back and tied around her neck. The silk flowed down her body like water and a slit ran up the the dress, showing Rita's thin pale legs. The v-neck dipped a few inches below her shoulders and Bellatrix tore her eyes away.

Bellatrix walked over and Rita stood up to hug her but remembered she shouldn't here, instead she curtsied. Bellatrix tried to act normal when the urge to touch Rita ran through her, just a brush of skin was enough. She felt her heart quicken,

"Bellatrix," She said, Bellatrix cringed, she didn't like the formality but it was necessary,

"Rita," Bellatrix answered, Rita fought a smile as they sat down and began to talk,

After a few minutes Lucius came over, "Where is Narcissa?" He asked, Bellatrix looked up from her conversation with Rita,

"I don't know? Why don't you look." She answered, upset at being interrupted. Lucius rolled his eyes and walked off.

Fortunately Rudolphus didn't bother her anymore so she was at liberty to talk with Rita all she wanted and she didn't have to explain the whole engagement. Bellatrix stared at her friend's pretty red lips as she talked about... something. She ignored the urges that arose in her and scolded herself for such wrong thoughts.

Rita brushed her hand over Bellatrix's arm as she turned to grab a drink and left goose bumps in her wake. Bellatrix took a breath and focused.

*****RITA*****

Rita excused herself to get a drink, the room was hot, and she felt sweaty from talking with Bellatrix. Really she was just rambling while Bellatrix stared at her with her beautiful black eyes. Her hair was all pinned on her head, and while Rita preferred her long hair down, it showed off her neck.

Rita poured herself some water and returned.

******BELLATRIX*****

Thankfully this time, Orion didn't ruin the night and she and Rita talked until the party was over. She walked Rita and her parents out, while Rita's mother and father spoke with Druella Rita and Bellatrix stood in the moonlight talking in hushed tones.

"You look really pretty Trix," Rita said, Bellatrix felt herself blush and she smiled,

"You're gorgeous." Bellatrix answered,

Before the adults turned back Rita gave Bellatrix a quick hug but when she released Trix she didn't pull away. She turned to make sure no one was watching and gave Bellatrix a kiss on the cheek before walking back to her parents. Bellatrix froze for a moment and watched Rita leave. Then she remembered her mother was there, she quickly wiped her cheek to get the lipstick off.

*****

December 25th, 1964

Bellatrix hadn't slept that night, she tossed and turned, remembering the brief moment Rita had kissed her. It had only taken a second but Bellatrix remembered everything. The way Rita had glanced down to her lips, or maybe she had imagined that. The way Rita hair smelled when they hugged, like the leave in conditioner she always used and parchment. The soft brush of Rita's lips against her cheek. All of it made Bellatrix's pulse race and her cheeks heat but she didn't want to stop thinking about it in case she forgot something.

She wanted it so perfectly engraved in her brain nothing could wash it out.

It was wrong, but she had moved passed trying to pretend she didn't feel it, instead she justified it to herself. It didn't mean anything, it was normal for friends to be like that, for them to kiss goodbye sometimes. It was fine for her to really like it.

Chapter 36: Third year, 1964- Your dad is always mad

Summary:

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ABUSE BY A FAMILY MEMBER! not super explicit bcs I can't write that but if you want to skip it skip when it says December 26th,

Also this is a super long chapter!!!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

December 25th, 1964

After a restless night Bellatrix and her sisters and cousins were woken early the next morning to go to their aunt and uncle's for the rest of the break. Bellatrix was downstairs first considering she had been awake all night. She met her aunt and the door and when the rest of the children came they left.

When they arrived at Walburga's house Regulus and Sirius were sent to the drawing room while the girls were to have tea.

Bellatrix sat at the little table with her sisters and aunt

A fog sat over Bellatrix's mind, it had been there ever since Rita left, like she wasn't really there anymore. She sipped her tea quietly while Aunt Walburga talked to Andromeda about her arranged marriage.

Normally it was only the eldest child who had an arrangement, but Andromeda had strayed from the correct path according to their mother.

Andromeda mostly answered Aunt Walburga in short quiet responses. No one in their family seemed to really like Aunt Walburga, not the way Bellatrix did anyway. They all treated her like she was crazy and annoying.

Bellatrix stirred her tea with a bored expression on her face. She wasn't even in her own body anymore, she was somewhere lost in the endless maze of her mind.

She felt something kick her under the table and snapped to her attention, Narcissa was staring at her. Bellatrix made an expression to convey her confusion, Narcissa nodded to Andromeda and Walburga who were starting to argue over something. Bellatrix sighed, that was the problem with Andy, she always tried to make others see her way when they never would. Bellatrix knew it fell on her to de-escalate the situation.

"Aunty," Bellatrix interrupted Andromeda's speech about mudbloods or something, "Did you see my friend Rita at the ball last night?" It wasn't her best diversion but she didn't have anything else she could talk about.

"The blonde?" Walburga asked, Bellatrix and Narcissa sighed knowing that a disaster had just been avoided. Bellatrix nodded, "Yes I saw her, why?"

Bellatrix smiled, "I just wanted to know what you thought of her? Did the two of you have the chance to talk?" she knew they hadn't, Bellatrix tried her best to keep her family away from Rita.

"No, I didn't..." Walburga said, "But she seems a good enough girl. I'm sure if you deem her worthy she is."

*****SIRIUS******

After tea Bellatrix and her sisters joined Reggie and Sirius in the drawing room. Sirius sighed inwardly as Bellatrix came in, Regulus got up and left Sirius to go talk to Bella. It was hurtful to watch his little brother be so enamored with their least stable cousin.

He watched Regulus embrace Bellatrix in a tentative hug and he felt a pang of hurt. Partly because he was supposed to be who Regulus looked up to and wanted to be, and partly because he wished someone in his family loved him the way Bellatrix seemed to love Regulus. She always cared for him and protected him, even at the expense of Sirius, sometimes he wished she would protect him like that.

Bellatrix had somehow convinced Regulus that Sirius was the reason their mother was mental. That she had been sweet once upon a time, before Sirius was born, and maybe she had been, but it wasn't Sirius's fault.

******BELLATRIX******

Bellatrix sat with Regulus while he told her all about what he'd been learning from his tutors. The evening finished with them playing a game of chess, one Bellatrix won, but it was close.

*****
(Skip now for the trigger warning)

December 26th, 1964

Bellatrix was woken by her Uncle coming into her room at god knows what hour.

"Shhh," He hushed her when she sat up abruptly at the cold hands touching her arms in her sleep. She froze, bracing herself for what she knew would happen, his hand ran over her skin, she shivered in disgust. "You're almost too old for our games Bellatrix... Does that make you sad?"

Bellatrix closed her eyes, "Yes," She murmured, knowing it was what he wanted, and it was easier when she just gave it to him.

"Muffliato." Orion muttered waving his wand. He pointed it at her, "You know you're worthless," he said softly, "If you tell anyone they won't believe you. It would be your fault. Plus nothing here is wrong." Bellatrix avoided his eyes.

When he finished with her, as always he punished her, "Crucio," The curse hit Bellatrix hard, she fell back and screamed into her teeth, "Shut up," he hissed, tears ran down her face and he continued to hold the curse.

Eventually she passed out from the exhaustion and pain of it all, and when she woke up there was nothing but her own memories to prove it was more than a bad dream, and even those were beginning to be unreliable.

(End of the actual thing but until the next day it's going to be mentioned a bit)

She dressed before going to check on her sisters, they were just waking up. Next, she went to Regulus's room, she listened at the door and then slowly turned the handle before entering. Regulus sat up in his bed abruptly, already tense.

"It's me," Bellatrix said softly, Regulus relaxed, "I wanted to check in, see if anything... happened." She said, Regulus knew what she meant.

"Nothing happened," Regulus replied softly, Bellatrix breathed out thankfully, glad that she could be the outlet of Orion's punishments if it meant Regulus didn't have to.

Bellatrix had dark circles under her eyes, she was tired. Between not having slept after the ball and then being woken up at dawn this morning she felt like she would collapse.

Bellatrix walked over to Regulus and sat at the end of his bed. He could see the exhaustion that possessed her body and face. He thought she was too young to look so tired, to be so tired. They both were too young for this.

"I'm tired," Bellatrix muttered, it was something she didn't like to admit, not with anyone, especially Regulus, she wanted to be stronger for him.

Regulus offered her a smile as she fell backwards onto his bed and closed her eyes. They sat in silence for a while and eventually Regulus realized Bellatrix had fallen asleep. She looked different, without the worry and scowl on her face, peaceful, younger. Sometimes he forgot she was only 14, she always acted so much older.

*****

December 30th, 1964

"Bellatrix, Mrs. Black requests you downstairs immediately," Kreature said as Bellatrix combed out her hair.

"Thank you Kreature," Bellatrix answered, with a bow and a krack the elf left.

Bellatrix walked downstairs to the main sitting room where he Aunt waited for her. The house was cold and goosebumps pricked up on her arms and legs but she ignored it.

When her aunt spotted her she rose from her chair. Bellatrix stopped in front of her. "Aunty," She said,

"Bellatrix," Her aunt replied, "I've called you down for a surprise." Bellatrix froze at the words, she wondered what exactly her aunt counted as a surprise.

Bellatrix looked at her quizzically,

"I've been informed you had asked for a friend to be allowed to stay over," Walburga said, "I think you're old enough for that, and you've done well in keeping the family pure." Bellatrix's heart beat like a drum in her chest, she wondered if Rita was truly coming.

"Rita will arrive tomorrow afternoon, she'll stay with us for one night."

Bellatrix schooled her face into a neutral expression, not daring to give anyone leverage over her. "Thank you," she said carefully.

"It was Orion's idea," Walburga said, Bellatrix's joy dissipated. Walburga looked at the clock in the corner, "I must go now, I have things to attend to." With that she left the room in a flurry of black fabric. Bellatrix felt her legs grow weaker and she fell into the leather sofa. The words repeated in her head 'Orion's idea' she wondered why he was doing this, what his plan was. Rage filled her veins at the thought of him touching Rita, she vowed it wouldn't happen, no matter what.

*****

December 31st, 1964

Bellatrix didn't sleep that night, it seemed to be a pattern at this point, it seemed like she never slept anymore, and it was making her hostile and nauseous. She got up after another night of laying in bed staring at the ceiling and got dressed so she could greet Rita when she arrived at noon.

She spent the morning in the drawing room with her sisters and cousins, though she wasn't really there, she was tired but had so much energy at the same time. She sat idling watching the seconds tick by on the clock, waiting until she would see Rita.

Hours dragged by, it felt like years, but eventually it was time. Bellatrix waited anxiously for Kreature to call her to the door.

With a KRACK the elf appeared, Bellatrix shot up from where she was seated,

"Miss Black has a visitor," He said, "Miss Bellatrix is needed at the door."

Bellatrix started walking quickly, her anticipation almost causing her to run. She reached the door within under 30 seconds, Walburga and Orion were already there, Bellatrix's heart sank at the sight of her uncle, but she brushed it off. There was a knock at the door and Bellatrix looked to her aunt for approval before opening the door.

She kept her face stern and didn't betray any excitement, there was no reason to let them know Rita affected her so much. On one hand, she didn't like bringing Rita into her family's home, into their madness, but on the other she was so grateful for Rita as a companion in sed madness.

Rita stood at the threshold with her parents, she looked so pretty. The way the sun reflected off the snow and made her look illuminated. The way her green eyes sparkled in the light, and the flecks of gold that shone in them even through the glasses she wore.

*****RITA*****

Rita was practically jumping out of her skin when Bellatrix answered the door, she didn't even register that anyone else was there. The way Bellatrix stood out from the shadows of her home, not by being lighter, but by being darker. She put the night to shame. Her eyes were endless pits of black Rita wanted to be lost in. Her long black hair, the curled and how she always had a few strands hanging over her right shoulder. All of it sent Rita reeling.

She was so beautiful, but something was different, she looked exhausted, beautiful, but dead tired. Her pale skin made the purple-black sinking under her eyes and cheeks stand out. She looked older.

The other thing Rita was bothered by was the stiffness in her face and posture, she was never really relaxed, but she wasn't usually this tense. She had told Rita about her family, all the bad things, all the screaming and crying and torture, because that's what it was. Torture. But Bellatrix would never see that.

******BELLATRIX*****

She realized she hadn't yet said anything, so she stepped back from the door to let Rita and her parents in, "Come in," Bellatrix said flatly. Rita smiled and led her parents inside, Kreature came to take their coats but her parents waved it off.

"We aren't staying," Her mother explained, "I have to get back to st Mungos and Claus has something at the ministry to attend to." She smiled warmly. It donned on Bellatrix how similar Rita looked to her parents, she was a perfect mix of the two. "Anyway" Mrs. Skeeter continued, "Thank you for inviting Rita, she was very excited."

"Of course, Bellatrix speaks highly of her," Orion said, Bellatrix tensed, it was a lie, she made sure not to mention Rita, sometimes it was better to not be on her family's radar, but apparently that ship had sailed.

More pleasantries were exchanged before Rita's parents finally departed. When they had Orion swept away to his study and Walburga turned to the girls.

"Would you like tea?" She asked,

Bellatrix was ready to leave and find somewhere else away from her family with Rita, but she knew it would be rude to her aunt to not have tea, especially when Rita was a sort of fucked up present for Bellatrix.

"That would be lovely!" Rita said,

Walburga smiled, called Kreature and ordered him to make tea.

Minutes later Bellatrix sat with her best friend and aunt having tea. Rita was extremely nervous, there were a million rules at the Black house that Bellatrix hadn't had time to explain to her, and she was so scared of fucking up. She looked over to Bellatrix who was trying to subtly show her what to do.

Rita caught on and began to copy whatever Bellatrix did and how she behaved.

"Rita," Walburga said, Rita nearly choked on her tea, "What does your mother do at St. Mungos?"

Rita looked to Bellatrix for guidance, she just nodded slightly, "Uhm," Rita said, "She's a nurse, Mrs. Black."

Walburga seemed satisfied by this answer, Bellatrix and Rita breathed a sigh of relief. "And your father works at the ministry?" Walburga asked,

"Yes, he works in the wizengamot." Rita said,

"Do you plan to follow either of their careers?" Walburga asked,

"No, I want to be a journalist," Rita said,

Walburga scowled, "Journalist?" She questioned, Bellatrix's eyes widened,

"As in researcher, she wants to make advancements in magic and study ancient practices and write about them." Bellatrix said, it was a lie and that was not at all what Rita wanted but that was all she would salvage from journalist,

"Ah," Walburga said, "My mistake, when I think of journalists I think of petty gossip, it's good that you aren't like that." she said, "It's shallow, no honor."

Rita smiled, trying to go along with Trix's lie.

An hour later Bellatrix and Rita were released from tea. It was mostly dancing around real answers, and it had exhausted Rita, she had no clue how Bellatrix kept up with any of it.

The girls walked back to the drawing room, Bellatrix stopped them outside the door.

"Sirius and Andromeda are in there," Bellatrix said,

"I know," Rita said,

"I mean, I don't want them to see how much...." She trailed off, stopping herself from saying love, "I don't need people knowing I care about you, especially not my family, they'll extort it and me in turn."

"Got it," Rita said,

"So I'm going to hug you before we go in, and then whenever people aren't around. Also we're not big on physical contact, even though I really like it." Bellatrix said, it was hard, she had learned with Rita she loved Physical touch, it was her way of showing and receiving love, but her family barely grazed each other's arms in the hallways. She was fairly sure that she was held maybe three times as a child.

Bellatrix wrapped her arms around Rita and buried her head into Rita's shoulder. Bellatrix wished she could speak freely with Rita like she would normally, but the walls listened.

When she pulled back Rita was smiling,

"You're so much shorter than me," Rita said, Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"I'll grow." She said,

They entered the drawing room and Regulus and Narcissa looked up, Bellatrix looked around and found Sirius and Andromeda playing with a deck of cards. Regulus put down his book and came over, Narcissa offered her sister a smile and then returned to painting.

"Hey Reg," Bellatrix said, he looked up shyly and tried to smile, "You've met Rita, obviously, but not really without family around,"

Rita smiled, it was important to her that Bellatrix's family liked her, it would make things way easier in the long run.

The three stood awkwardly before Bellatrix sighed and pulled Rita to a far corner of the room where they could talk uninterrupted. Rita marveled at the large harp that took up the center of the room and the ornate piano on the far wall. She took in the rest of the room. Her eyes landed on a pretty chess set.

"Can we play?" she asked,

Bellatrix nodded and they walked over the the board and sat down. "Remember the rules?" Bellatrix asked,

Rita nodded, "I practiced on my own."

They began playing, and Rita had gotten better, but Bellatrix still went easy on her, and still won. At some point Regulus had walked over, "Can I play Bella?" He asked, Bellatrix looked up and opened her mouth to tell him she was playing with Rita but Rita had already risen from her seat and motioned for Regulus to sit down.

Rita took a seat on Bellatrix's side, her legs brushed against Bella's, not even the snow outside would have been enough to stop the heat that burned through the two of them, it was like a bolt of energy.

Bellatrix continued to play Regulus as Rita watched. She had to admit, Regulus was a worthy opponent, Bellatrix was just older, so she won.

Bellatrix shook Reg's hand after he surrendered and stood up.

"I'm going to show Rita the garden," Bellatrix announced, "Cissa don't let anything happen," Bellatrix said, Narcissa didn't even look up but Bellatrix didn't care. She summoned Kreature for their warm clothes and after bundling up the two girls set out to walk through the garden.

The cold drew pink the the tips of Bellatrix's hands and nose, their breaths made fog as they walked through the snow covered paths.

"How are you?" Rita asked, their voices were the only sound,

"Fine," Bellatrix said,

"Really," Rita said, "i do want to know"

Bellatrix sighed and looked down, "I'm really tired," She said softly, like she was scared someone would berate her for it. Rita waited for her to say more, "My family is exhausting, my life is exhausting, I just want to sleep, all the time, I want to go to sleep and not have to wake up until it's time for school again. And I can't sleep, I'm so tired and I can't sleep." Bellatrix said, her voice was weary as she let down that mask she constantly wore.

Rita looked down, the two of them had stopped walking near a frozen lake. Bellatrix looked like a raven in the middle of the snow.

Their eyes met and they both read each other the way only they could, Bellatrix looked at Rita, with all her faults, and flaws and exhaustion, and Rita looked back, with all her sorrow, and beauty, and they understood. Bellatrix opened herself to Rita, and she didn't get angry, or upset, she just loved her.

They stared at each other, two confused 14 year olds, two best friends, two girls who had no clue about anything of substance, but they knew everything at the same time. They understood it ran deeper, they ran deeper, and they were in danger of digging so deep they would reach the core.

******

After an hour the girls returned to the warmth of the house, somehow it still felt colder inside than in the snow. They sat by the fire, just being in each other's presence.

Sirius was playing a card game with Andromeda, a loud noise issued from their game and Bellatrix shot up,

"What was that?" She asked,

"The cards," Sirius said,

Bellatrix stood up and walked over, "Exploding snape?" She questioned, it wasn't allowed in their house, nothing that could give anyone any joy ever was. "Where did you get that?" Bellatrix asked,

Sirius didn't answer,

"I got it for him." Andromeda said,

Bellatrix turned to her, "Why? It's not allowed! You know better Andromeda-"

"What are you going to do? Tell on me? Oh wait you can't because then you would risk not being able to have Rita here." Andromeda interrupted,

"What if you're caught!" Bellatrix said, "I'd get in more trouble, if I tell them first they won't be as hard." Bellatrix said, "MERLIN!" She screamed, normally she would never raise her voice, but she was too tired. "Why can't you just bloody do the right thing! I try so hard to keep you all out of trouble."

Everyone stared at Bellatrix,

"I try every day but you just have to cause more problems and more problems for me to clean up! It's not that bloody hard to behave!" She screeched,

Sirius had recoiled, tears in his eyes.

Bellatrix took a breath to steady herself, she closed her eyes. "Get rid of it. Now. I don't care how, but get rid of it." She said before turning back to Rita and walking away. She stopped in front of her friend, "I want to show you my room," Bellatrix said, it was just an excuse to get away from her family, the only thing that seemed to give her peace now.

Rita stood up and followed Rita.

Bellatrix's room at her Aunt's house was in the east wing upstairs. It was a few halls away from Regulus's and Narcissa's, Sirius's room was on the top floor, Andromeda's was near his. Bellatrix opened the door to her room and waved to want to light the candles.

Rita looked around Bellatrix's room, "Does your room at your mother's look like this?" Rita asked, she examined the dark wood dresser and bed. A purple silk threaded rug covered the floor, and her bed was perfectly made.

"No," Bellatrix said, she went over to the door that opened to her little balcony and opened it, she went to sit on the chairs outside and Rita followed.

"At my house, my room is bigger." She said,

"Can you describe it to me?" Rita asked, she wanted to know what Bellatrix had her room look like.

"Uhm," Bellatrix said, trying to recall what her room looked like. "It has white and gold wallpaper with la fleur de lis on it. My ceiling is dark blue, it has constellations on it, my bed is iron, it has a swirl pattern. I have a piano in that room, and a really big stained glass window."

"What is the picture on the stained glass?"

"It's our family tree," Bellatrix said, a light snow began to fall and the little flakes caught in Bellatrix's hair,

Rita sucked in a breath, she was close enough to see small details on the flakes in Bellatrix's hair, it made her look even more gorgeous. "Beautiful," She said softly, referring to her best friend.

A sadness fell over Bellatrix's face, she knew, she had known for a long time she was in love with Rita Skeeter, but she never accepted that she knew it, she never accepted it as truth, and now, she had. She wished she hadn't, she wished there was a rationalization to it all but as Bellatrix looked at Rita and her beautiful face she knew undoubtedly, she was broken and wrong, she knew it would never happen, she knew she could never say a word about it, and she knew she'd never be free to be with Rita and to love her.

"What's wrong?" Rita asked,

"I'm just tired of it," Bellatrix said, it was true she was tired of everything, she was tired of her family, she was tired of being perfect, she was tired of being punished even when she was perfect, she was tired of being herself, she was exhausted, who wouldn't be? She was tired of what her brain thought and how it never stopped, she was so tired of always having to push, and most of all, she was tired of loving Rita, and even more tired of denying it when Rita filled every waking thought, when Rita fueled her existence, when she grew hot at the graze of Rita's skin on her's.

Rita didn't answer, instead she took Bellatrix's hand in hers and scooted closer.

*****

They were called down for dinner after an hour by Narcissa, Bellatrix had practically jumped away from Rita as she heard a knock on her door.

Bellatrix took her usual spot between Narcissa and Walburga, Rita stood awkwardly, unsure of where to go.

"Narcissa, scoot down a chair for Rita." Walburga said, Narcissa complied almost immediately, the tone of voice Walburga used with everyone else was different from how she talked to Bellatrix, and apparently Rita as well.

Across from Bellatrix Sirius made a face at her while Orion and Walburga weren't looking.

Everyone waited until Orion served himself and took a bite to begin the meal, Bellatrix had explained the rules of meals in a hurry to Rita as they came downstairs, Rita was perfect, better than Sirius ever was.

******REGULUS*******

Regulus had spent the day giving Bellatrix grace, she was so nice and sweet to him usually, but when Rita was there he didn't exist, no matter what Bellatrix said, it was like the action of ever spending a moment without her attention on Rita was a moment wasted.

He was hurt, yes, but he was hurt more as he watched Walburga and Bellatrix, she treated Bella like a daughter, and now she welcomed Rita gladly when she didn't even welcome her own sons.

*****RITA******

Rita sat next to Bellatrix, acutely aware of everything she did and of every difference between Bellatrix alone and Bellatrix with family or in public.

Bellatrix was strung tight as a chord.

Rita waited to see what Bellatrix did, how she held the fork, but Rita was more focused on her friend's hands, she watched what Bellatrix took from the table, she watched the way Bellatrix's hair cascaded over her shoulder when she moved to get soup. Bellatrix finished her half actually behaving how she would half sneakily demonstrating for Rita what to do, she turned to watch as Rita did the same under loaded glances from Bellatrix communicating in the way they did.

Bellatrix widened her eyes when Rita reached for the wrong fork, and Rita stopped. Bellatrix blinked twice to tell her it was the second from the plate.

It was seamless and through both girls fear of failure they made it look perfect.

*****BELLATRIX*****

Dinner was a silent affair, after they were excused Bellatrix showed Rita to her room, it was the one beside Bellatrix's.

"Goodnight," Bellatrix said, she began to shut the door but Rita caught it,

"What?" Rita asked confused,

"Well I won't see you until morning, all these doors are enchanted to lock for anyone other than Walburga and Orion until morning, you can't get out. It wasn't there when I was a kid but they put it in place a month ago when Sirius snuck into Orion's office." Bellatrix said,

Rita stared at her, "Uh, not what I meant but we need to circle back to that later, I meant it's new years eve,"

"So?"

"So... don't you celebrate?" Rita asked,

"No..." Bellatrix said,

"You never heard or saw fireworks at night?"

"We're in the middle of over 300s hundred acres of land, that on one else is on, and that is riddled with enchantments. No, we don't hear or see anything" Bellatrix said,

"That's sad." Rita said,

"It's peaceful" Bellatrix corrected,

Rita gave her a sad smile, "You don't ever seem at peace here." And with that Rita turned and the door closed.

Bellatrix walked into her room and the door closed, then locked. Rita was right, there was nothing peaceful here, there should have been.

Bellatrix fell asleep, she was so tired at this point not even her thoughts could keep her awake long. Still, her dreams were little repose.

Bellatrix sat in her bed, it was dark, everything but the bed was dark, she wore a torn dress, one she was supposed to take care of. Someone walked in, they cast a spell, she didn't know what. She shivered, a lurking presence stalked in the dark. Then it stepped into the light.

Orion came forward, his pale skin and dark eyes, hooded in shadow. He smiled, she heard a bang echo from another room and turned towards the sound, but saw nothing, not even a door or any sign there was another room. After a moment Walburga's screams of rage filled the silence, then crying, it was Bellatrix crying, but she was right here.

She turned back to Orion, he was inches away from her, his hand resting on her thigh. Orion opened his mouth, "You can't do anything, you're powerless, helpless. I control you, I control the people you care about. You can't save them, you can't take everything and think I wouldn't still do the same things to them. To Regulus, and Narcissa, and even your little lesbian girlfriend you fucking faggot." His voice was distorted, and his nails dug into where his hand touched her.

She wanted to open her mouth to deny it, but no words came out.

She woke in a sweat, gasping for air.

*****

January 1st, 1965

Bellatrix didn't fall back asleep after that dream, she sat on her balcony till the sun rose and the doors unlocked. Rita was leaving with her parents at noon, and Bellatrix hated that looming sadness that it cast over her.

After breakfast Bellatrix and Rita sat in the drawing room, Sirius and Regulus were with tutors, Narcissa was having tea with Kreature and Andromeda had been locked in her room for the day after she ate wrong at breakfast or something. They sat at the window sill like how they did in their common room, with Bellatrix sitting looking out the window and Rita laying across her legs and chest.

Bellatrix's pulse raced at the closeness, and she let it.

******

january 7th, 1965

After Rita left Bellatrix had a hard time in general, she was as good as ever, but she just felt so horrible. The rest of the break dragged on miserably and she barely talked to Reg. When the time to go to school came again Bellatrix was relieved.

She met with Rita at the station and their parents spoke for a moment, it was a good sign, then Bellatrix and Rita and her sisters boarded the train.

Narcissa and Andromeda went to other carriages while Bellatrix met with Eliza and Alecto.

"How was break?" Eliza asked,

"Lovely," Bellatrix lied, then she quit paying attention and stared out the window.

At some point she fell asleep on the train, Rita woke her up when they arrived. She was so sleep deprived, somehow at Hogwarts it felt safe to sleep, maybe it was just when Rita was near.

Notes:

I know nothing about table settings so!!!! Ignore when it's wrong. pretend it's the wizzard way to do it or sm
OK! So i have a quill killer playlist and I wanna share the songs w/yall bca thats legit what I write to.

This is in no particular order

key of why I chose it
* = The title remind me of it
$ = The lyrics
# = The vibe
@ = the whole thing

 

Lavender Haze -Taylor Swift $
Maroon -Taylor Swift @
Question...? -Taylor Swift #
The Great War -Taylor Swift $
Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince -Taylor Swift $
Cornelia Street -Taylor Swift $
Death by a thousand cuts -Taylor Swift $
Afterglow -Taylor Swift $
(The whole Reputation album by Taylor Swift)$#
My tears ricochet -Taylor Swift #
seven (name sake of the fic) -Taylor Swift $
Mad woman -Taylor Swift @
hoax -Taylor Swift $
Tis the damn season -Taylor Swift #
ivy -Taylor Swift $
cowboy like me -Taylor Swift $
closure -Taylor Swift #
The way I loved you -Taylor Swift $
Forever and always -Taylor Swift $
invisible -Taylor Swift $
Mean -Taylor Swift #
The story of us -Taylor Swift #
Better than revenge -Taylor Swift #
Haunted -Taylor Swift $
I can see you -Taylor Swift #
Foolish one -Taylor Swift #
Renegade -Big red machine ft. Taylor Swift $
Red -Taylor Swift $
Treacherous -Taylor Swift $
I knew you were trouble -Taylor Swift #
We are never ever getting back together -Taylor Swift #
The last time -Taylor Swift $
I know places -Taylor Swift #
Say don't go -Taylor Swift $
Is it over now? -Taylor Swift $
Fortnight -Taylor Swift $
Florida!!! -Taylor Swift $
Guilty as sin-Taylor Swift $
Who's afraid of little old me? -Taylor Swift #
The smallest man who ever lived -Taylor Swift #
The black dog -Taylor Swift #
imgonnagetyouback -Taylor Swift #
How did it end? -Taylor Swift #
ThanK you aIMee -Taylor Swift #
The prophecy -Taylor Swift #
The bolter -Taylor Swift $
Norman Fucking rockwell -Lana Del Rey $#
We fell in love in october -girl in red #
say anything -girl in red $
I wanna be your girlfriend -girl in red #
midnight love -girl in red $
i'll call you mine -girl in red $
twin size mattress -the front bottoms $
Bottom -mccafferty $
Anything -adrianne lenker $
Bad idea! -girl in red #$
girls -girl in red #
rue -girl in red $
too close -sir chloe$$$$$$
animal -sir chloe$
squaring up -sir chloe$#
easy on you -sir chloe$
home where -sir chloe$
should I -sir chloe$
salivate -sir chloe#
know better -sir chloe$
obsession -sir chloe$
i am the dog -sir chloe#$
walk you home -sir chloe$
July -sir chloe$
I know the end -phoebe bridgers#
savior complex -phoebe bridgers#
chinese satellite -phoebe bridgers#
The moon will sing -the crane wives#
night shift -lucy dacus#$
why am I like this? -Orla Gartland #
Red wine supernova -Chappell Roan #$
My kink is karma -Chappell Roan @
Good luck babe -Chappell Roan @
California -Lana del rey #
the greatest -Lana del rey#
fuck it I love you -Lana del rey#$
Doin' time -Lana del rey#$
you stupid bitch -girl in red@
moon song -phoebe bridgers$
femininomenon -Chappell Roan#
Kaleidoscope -Chappell Roan#
Naked in Manhattan -Chappell Roab#
Unsweetened lemonade -Amelie Farren$#

Chapter 37: Third year, 1965- and that must be why

Notes:

I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
And I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
And you don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh... to reach you
Oh...
Come to my window
Crawl inside
Wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
Keeping my eyes open
I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises
I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh... to reach you
Oh...
Come to my window
Crawl inside
Wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know
About this love anyway?
Come, come to my window
I'll be home
I'll be home
I'm coming home
Come to my window
Oh... crawl inside
Wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I'll be home baby, baby baby
I'm coming home
Come to my window
Oh... crawl inside
Wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I'm coming home baby

(pretend im not legit cringing myself out playing this ATYD card) (ew) (So unoriginal) (WHY AM I HATING ON MYSELF!!!)

Also not me not making a chapter for like 3 weeks and then posting one long ass one and now prolly a new one)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

January 13th, 1965

Since the end of break, Bellatrix and Rita were more inseparable than ever. Literally they were always touching in some way, whether their arms touched as they sat side by side in class, or they were practically laying on one another, there was always physical contact.

Bellatrix wondered if it kept her grounded, reminded her where she was, and who she was with.

The two sat in their common room looking out the window, it was dark and rainy, most students were in their dorms, but Bellatrix and Rita had agreed to stay with Alecto in the common room while she finished a potions assignment.

In the week of being back at Hogwarts the dark circles faded back to Bellatrix's normal paper white skin. She slept now, mostly with Rita beside her. Try as they both did to pretend there wasn't anything, there way, they both knew it, they both were accepting it, but they were both blind to the fact the other was thinking and feeling the same things.

Bellatrix found herself spacing out in class, being distracted and wholly focused on the point of contact between her and Rita instead of the lesson, still she never got anything below an O.

"You're playing Ravenclaw tomorrow right?" Rita asked, looking nervously out the window as rain continued to downpour.

"Yea,"

"What if it's raining?"

"Well I'll get wet probably," Bellatrix said,

******

January 14th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up at 8 the next saturday for her game, Slytherin's captain wanted to put in another practice in the morning before the afternoon game.

Rita braided Bellatrix's hair into twin dutch braids. Thankfully it wasn't going to rain though the field was muddy.

Despite Slytherin being on track to win the quidditch cup for the 3rd year in a row, and the house cup as well, Sebastian was on edge the whole practice, he even yelled at Bellatrix which was something no one did. Bellatrix had been going for the snitch when Alex ran into her on his broom, she screamed at him to watch out and then Sebastian intervened because Alex looked terrified as Bellatrix berated him.

"I DIDN'T EVEN BLOODY DO ANYTHING!" Bellatrix yelled after Sebastian screamed it had been her fault for diving through the game,

"TAKE A WALK BLACK!" Sebastian yelled,

Bellatrix opened her mouth to protest but Sebastian forestalled her, "One more word and you're benched for this game."

Bellatrix pressed her mouth into a thin line, she was good, but they could win without her. She turned her broom and flew down to where Rita was already waiting by the changing rooms.

"You ok?" Rita asked as Bellatrix made her way into the locker room.

"Fine," Bellatrix said through gritted teeth, sweat dripped slightly from her face. Rita waited while Bellatrix took a cold shower and re-dressed.

"You don't seem fine," Rita observed as Bellatrix stormed out of the showers and then out of the locker room.

"You saw him run into me right? You saw how that was one hundred percent not my fault at all!" Bellatrix said, her voice rising,

"I did see you dive into the drill without even seeing where other people were." Rita said carefully,

"I was going for the snitch! It's my only job!" Bellatrix seethed,

"I know," Rita said,

****RITA*****

A few hours later Rita had to re-do Bellatrix's braid for the game, then she was out on the field and then up in the air.

Rita watched as Bellatrix's eyes narrowed as she flew around in search of the snitch.

"And.... Avery is off with the ball!" Eliza said through the intercom, "10 points to Slytherin!" She yelled, cheers ran from the stands. Rita didn't really pay much attention to any part of the game other than Bellatrix.

Bellatrix's eye had caught something, she positioned herself and dove after the snitch.

"AND BLACK IS HEADING FOR THE SNITCH!" Eliza yelled over the intercom, "YES BELLATRIX GO!"

The ravenclaw seeker heard the announcement and turned to dive toward where Bellatrix was diving, the problem being that the Ravenclaw was closer.

Bellatrix pushed her broom faster, annoyed Eliza had given the ravenclaw seeker a tip-off even if that hadn't been her intention.

The ravenclaw seeker was going to get the snitch, Rita could see it, he had just been closer, Bellatrix was fast, she was practically on his tail, but the snitch was right there.

He reached out, Bellatrix sped up and rammed into his side.

Rita watched as everything seemed to slow down, Bellatrix's force and speed sent the two of them falling through the air. The coach blew the whistle as both players tried frantically to regain control of themselves and their brooms. The game stopped and everyone watched as the two seekers fell towards the ground.

Rita was frozen watching Bellatrix try to stop spinning mid-air.

Both of them were about to crash, Bellatrix got control of her broom and pulled up. She looked sick, like she was on the verge of throwing up.

Someone cast a spell and the ravenclaw seeker stopped falling. Bellatrix lowered herself to the field and her legs gave out as she fell, the world was spinning.

Rita was already on the field along with Narcissa, Andromeda, and the rest of both teams.

Rita didn't really care about the ravenclaw who was throwing up a few feet away. She went to Bellatrix who was sitting blinking in the grass.

****BELLATRIX******

Bellatrix was fine, the fall had scared her, but she wasn't hurt, just really dizzy and embarrassed. Everyone was landed and the ravenclaw was retching into the mud. Rita was beside Bellatrix as she stood up slowly and wobbled a little. She felt Rita's hands bracing her, then she saw Narcissa in front of her and Andromeda standing back.

"Are you hurt?" Her sister asked,

"No I'm fine, dizzy." Bellatrix answered, Rita let go of her but stood close enough so they were still touching.

The teams were talking to the coach. Bellatrix grabbed her broom and mounted it,

"What are you doing?!" Rita asked alarmed,

"Going to see the coach and tell them I'm fine and can play." Bellatrix said, before anyone could argue she flew over. The team flocked her immediately, asking if she was alright.

"Go to the nurse, you're out Black." Sebastian said,

"I'm fine!" Bellatrix said,

"Yes, and the ravenclaw seeker isn't," Sebastian said,

"He's just a little sick! That's not my fault!"

"But it is Bellatrix! You need to start taking some bloody accountability! That was a foul, you can't just do whatever you want! There are rules!" He scolded,

"I didn't mean to bump into him!" Bellatrix said, Sebastian crossed his arms,

"So you lost control? Because you didn't 'bump into him' you practically body slammed him!" He said,

Bellatrix reddened. "I didn't lose control!" Bellatrix said defensively, truthfully she had done it on purpose but she hadn't realized how fast they were already going. She just couldn't let them lose because of her, especially after that morning.

"Whatever!" Sebastian yelled, "I don't care! Go to the hospital wing! And you're benched!"

Bellatrix froze, "You can't bench me!"

"I just did."

Bellatrix's teeth clamped together, color rising in her cheeks, she looked around, everyone was quiet and watching them. It was almost funny with the way Bellatrix (who wasn't particularly tall for her age) screamed at Sebastian (who was like twice her size and 3 years older)

Bellatrix turned on her heel and stormed off the field, a professor asked if she needed help getting to the hospital wing but she just waved him off. Rita and Narcissa fell into step behind her.

Bellatrix flung open the doors to the hospital wing and seated herself on a bed to wait for a nurse to arrive since she had beaten them back from the game.

Rita sat beside her, Narcissa hung back, worried for Rita's safety when her sister was this pissed.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Narcissa asked softly

"I'm fine!" Bellatrix said snapped, she was so mad at herself for possibly losing the game and missing the snitch and being benched and being blamed when really she wouldn't have had to do that if Eliza hadn't bloody announced her play to the whole bloody stadium!

Soon enough a nurse entered and examined a very hostile Bellatrix who everyone was very glad did not have her wand and who dreaded the day she would do wandless magic.

Rita was shooed out because she wasn't family and Bellatrix ordered Narcissa to leave.

The ravenclaw was brought in, looking pale but fine. Soon enough the nurse dismissed him to go because he was fine. Bellatrix continued to wait to be allowed to leave.

After a half hour a nurse came over,

"Can I leave?" Bellatrix asked anxiously,

"You're good to go medically, but uhm, you need to wait for your head of house to come retrieve you." She said,

"What?" Bellatrix snapped, "I'm fine I can walk back alone!"

"It's not about that," The nurse said,

"I'm in trouble?" Bellatrix asked in annoyance and disbelief.

The nurse just sighed and walked away.

Bellatrix had to wait like three hours before Slughorn came to get her. Thankfully all the teachers adored her, other than Dumbledore but he was headmaster.

"Did we win?" Bellatrix asked when he walked in, Slughorn laughed, somehow Bellatrix realized she was getting out of this scratch free.

"Yes," He said. They left the hospital and he took Bellatrix to his office. When she entered she fought the urge to gag as it felt similar to how Orion would take her to his office.

*no,* she thought, *no I won't do this, this isn't that*

She shook herself out of it and sat down across from the professor.

"What exactly happened?" He asked,

"I was going for the snitch, Eliza announced it and the Ravenclaw was so much closer!" Bellatrix said,

"Take a breath Bellatrix," Slughorn chuckled, "You aren't in trouble, I just want to know what happened"

Bellatrix hated being told to take a breath, but she did, and scorn her it did help.

"He was closer, I was fast, faster but not fast enough when he had that much of a head start. I didn't realize how fast we were going and I was looking at the snitch and I drifted into him and I lost my grip a little and veered the broom towards him." Bellatrix said, it was part lie, part truth."

Slughorn smiled, "I think that clears everything up!"

He wasn't big on discipline, or anything other than being a 'good' teacher.

"Can I go?" Bellatrix asked,

The sun was already setting. "Yes, go." Slughorn said, with that, Bellatrix left and she knew nothing would be done about it, so when she returned to her dorm she brushed off Rita's concerns and questions, changed, read, and then went to sleep with Rita lying awake beside her.

No one really questioned that they slept in the same bed, it was just like a sleep over or something.

There was something -though not a lot, nothing visible, something under the surface of their skin, something into the depths of their hearts where it cannot be heard- that sparked, that fought against storms of rain and wind to stay alive.

Notes:

TRAUMA IS THE WORD BELLATRIX IS SEARCHING FOR WTF (I say as i make her traumatized and unable to admit it bcs of Orion) *smiling devil emoji bcs idk how to do that.

Chapter 38: Third year, 1965- They said I was a cheat

Notes:

Ignore if I accidentally say 1964 instead of 65 bcs when the new year hits my brain lags.

Chapter Text

January 14th, 1965

It was nearly past curfew for third years as Bellatrix walked the long hallways through the castle to the Slytherin common room. Andromeda had complained about the common room, it was in the dungeons, she said it was dark and cold, maybe it was, but no darker or colder than their houses.

Bellatrix turned the corner to the statue that was the entrance to the common room. Rita was standing anxiously by the statue of a blindfolded woman with scales, when she saw Bellatrix approach her breath caught.

Normally Bellatrix was always incredibly neat in her appearance, her hair was never messy despite the curls, her uniform never had a wrinkle, she never had a speck of dust on her. But now, after she had been flying on a broom, and then not allowed to shower or change since the game...

Her braids had come partially undone, curls had fallen all around her face in a rather attractive way. Her Slytherin jersey had been pulled off and now was tied around her waist leaving only her black tank top on underneath. Normally Bellatrix wore long sleeve blouses, dresses, nightgowns, ect...

Bellatrix's face broke into a small smile at the sight of Rita, she always could cheer her up. Rita waited as Bellatrix approached her.

"Pure" Bellatrix said and the statue rotated to reveal the spiral staircase that led to their common room. They could already hear music as the students celebrated the win.

The girls entered the common room and then went up a flight of stairs to get to their dorm. Alecto was sitting on her bed, apparently waiting for Bellatrix because when they walked in she sprung up, an irritated look on her face.

"You could've cost us the game!" She exclaimed, Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, warning her friend to check her tone, because no one spoke to her like that. (other than Rita but that was different)

Alecto took a breath, "What happened?" She asked,

"We would've lost had I not done that," Bellatrix said,

"We could've lost since you were taken out." Alecto countered,

"Well it was a chance I was willing to take, now leave me alone," Bellatrix said before going to the bathroom and shutting the door.

*****

January 15th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up early as always and when she went down to the common room with Rita to go to breakfast Sebastian stood waiting for her. Bellatrix sighed, annoyed that this couldn't just be over with.

Sebastian spotted Bellatrix and walked over, "We need to talk," He said,

"I'll give you ten galleons if I don't have to have this conversation," Bellatrix said, money solved many of her problems,

"Not a chance," He snorted, "Let's go somewhere private"

"Whatever it is I don't care, and Rita will come, so let's save us all some time and just do this here." Bellatrix said,

"Fine," Sebastian said, his patience was wearing thin, if it had been anyone else they would've been off the team, but it was Bellatrix Black, and where her family name didn't save her, her skill did.

"What you did was unacceptable." He said,

"We would've lost had I not." Bellatrix said,

"You could've injured yourself and other people! It wouldn't have mattered who won then and you're lucky Norman is okay."

"Who is Norman?" Bellatrix asked confused,

"The Ravenclaw seeker!" Sebastian snapped, "Other people exist outside you Bellatrix, and not everything revolves around winning, you cheated."

"I won." Bellatrix said sternly,

"You're not even sorry?" Sebastian said, it was partly a question, Bellatrix didn't answer, Rita stood awkwardly behind her friend. He sighed, "What did Slughorn give you for punishment?"

"Nothing," Bellatrix said,

Sebastian raised his hands in disbelief, "You're good Black, you are. but not that good. And one day you're confidence will be your downfall."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"You're benched for the season." He said, Bellatrix turned back to him,

"What?" She asked

"You heard me. You'll still practice with us, but you're not playing any games."

Bellatrix looked at him in disbelief,

"Maybe it will make you a better player, but I hope it makes you a better person." He said, and with that, he left.

Bellatrix turned to Rita, "Did that just happen?" She asked,

"Yea," Rita said,

"I can't- UGH!" She grabbed her wand and levitated a vase before throwing it to where Sebastian had stood. The vase shattered into a million pieces, Bellatrix closed her eyes and took a breath, "Reparo,"

The girls left the common room and went to breakfast, it was early on Sunday so almost no one was in the great hall. Bellatrix took a cup of tea and some fruit while Rita ate eggs and toast.

As Rita ate Bellatrix ranted while waving around a butter knife as she spoke,

"Trix, the knife is making me nervous, why don't we put it down?" Rita said when Bellatrix flung out her arms and the knife.

"Sorry," Bellatrix said, she put the knife back in the jam.

"We won, I don't get why anyone is upset!" Bellatrix complained,

"Because someone could've gotten hurt." Rita said calmly,

"But no one did! And with that logic everything should be upset about everything because there is always a chance someone gets hurt." Bellatrix said,

Rita sighed and relented knowing that it was best for Bellatrix to just rant it out.

After listening to Bellatrix curse Sebastian and his bloodline with a side of breakfast the girl met up with Alecto and Eliza so they could all go meet the boys at Hogsmeade.

"I went out with Henry the other day," Eliza said,

"Which one is that?" Rita asked, Eliza had so many boyfriends no one ever knew what guy she was referring to,

"5th year, Ravenclaw." She said, "Anyway, so the point of the story, we went out and then he tried to take me to his dorm!"

"You didn't go right?" Bellatrix asked,

"Give me some credit, of course I didn't, and when I didn't he got so mad! It was actually hilarious." Eliza said,

Silently Bellatrix judged her friend, she was always getting into situations with guys where it would be too easy for them to ruin her reputation.

"I heard Rita went to your house over the break," Alecto said, Eliza was rambling to Rita about Henry.

"Yes," Bellatrix said, "Well, my aunt's house."

She always liked Alecto, they had known each other since they were kids. They both understood what the other's family was like, they both understood the force necessary that others saw as excessive.

"I can't believe they let you do that," Alecto said,

"I didn't even know! My aunt told me, apparently it was Orion's idea." Bellatrix said, stuffing down repulsion at the name, even Alecto scowled at his name.

********

They arrived at Hogsmeade soon and went to meet the boys at the three broomsticks.

Lucius, Rabastian, and Amycus were already sitting at a table when the girls took off their coats and walked over.

Bellatrix sat on the end of the table between Rita and Alecto as the conversation picked up.

"So what's the deal with quidditch?" Amycus asked,

"I can't play in any games for the rest of the season," Bellatrix said with a huff,

"Only?" Amycus questioned, "I for sure thought you'd get in trouble."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, her impatience for the subject to be forgotten evident, thankfully Rita changed the subject.

Bellatrix stayed silent for the most part, not having much thought on the conversation. Her focus was instead fixed upon Rita, her friend smiled warmly, there was a slight pink to her lips and cheeks from the cold, and her blonde hair fell in silky tresses over her shoulders.

Bellatrix thought about how Rita always smelled like parchment and citrus, it was now Bellatrix's favorite scent, it reminded her of lying in her bed with Rita beside her, so close together their hearts seemed to beat in sync.

Bellatrix was ready to get out of the loud crowded bar, she never did like warm spaces. The amount of bodies in the room made the temperature rise at least 5 degrees.

Bellatrix rose from her seat without a word and headed for the door to take a break.

Rita followed as Bellatrix walked out and then went around the building to sit in the snow. Her breath fogged in front of her as she just regulated herself. Rita sat beside her without a word and Bellatrix leaned her head on Rita's shoulder, the smell or parchment and citrus flooding her senses where in the bar the other smells contested it.

Rita laid her head atop Bellatrix's and breathed in the scent of dark french chocolate that was too bitter for anyone normal, and Bellatrix's perfume, it smelled expensive and strong, but Bellatrix never overdid it.

"Wanna go to Zonkos?" Rita asked,

"I've never been," Bellatrix admitted,

"You might hate it," Rita warned,

Bellatrix smiled and stood up. The two girls made their way to the loud buzzing store that was Zonko's joke shop. They walked in and Bellatrix stopped and looked around, Rita grabbed her hand and led her to a quiet part of the store that sold some silly items no one seemed interested in.

A gaggle of girls were flocked around one particular section of the store, "What's over there?" Bellatrix asked,

"Love potions," Rita answered,

"You're right I hate it," Bellatrix said, sneering at the ridiculous items in the shop, Rita laughed,

"I figured you would, but it was fun to watch you walk around."

The girls then left the shops and abandoned the idea of going anywhere is particular in favor of just walking around and eventually walking back to the castle.

Rita did enjoy spending time with other people, it was fun for her, but she enjoyed time with Bellatrix more, and Bellatrix tolerated very few people and only in small groups.

"How are your sisters?" Rita asked as they entered the castle,

"Narcissa's fine, Andromeda seems fine as well." Bellatrix answered,

"I talked to my parents, about you," Rita said, "They said you were welcome to visit during the summer, they even sent an owl to your parents about it."

"What did my parents say?" Bellatrix asked, she wasn't too concerned considering her parents seemed to actually like Rita's parents and Rita, as much as they liked anyone really.

"Nothing yet, my mum said she'd send an owl when she heard back."

Bellatrix nodded, knowing the chances of her going to Rita's this summer were slim to none, the chances of Rita coming to her house were slightly better.

The girls wandered the halls for the rest of the day, spending time in each other's company.

******

January 17th, 1965

******NARCISSA******

Narcissa was excited for the end of the year, she hated her friends so much it was genuinely hard to be around them. As horrible as her family was, they were always her's at the end of the day.

Andromeda was distant and the only person Narcissa actually enjoyed hanging out with was Bellatrix, and by extension Rita.

At first she thought it would feel like she was an annoying little sister, but Bellatrix and Rita seemed to like her company, plus Narcissa sensed Rita would be around more and since there was no way of getting Bellatrix away when Rita was there, the best she could manage was joining.

"Bella?" Narcissa asked as the three sat in the library reviewing,

"Yea?" Bellatrix said, turning from her essay to her sister,

"Can you help me, I'm having trouble with summoning charms."

Bellatrix pulled out a book and placed it on the table, "Show me what's you're doing,"

Narcissa took a breath and tried the spell, the book stirred but didn't move much more.

"You're telling it what to do, not asking, try again." Bellatrix said,

Narcissa did, the book went flying at her faster than she could react and only didn't bash her face in due to Bellatrix's counter spell.

"That one was your wand, you're gripping it too tight." Bellatrix said, she placed the book down again and positioned Narcissa.

The next time Narcissa succeeded and Bellatrix made her do it over and over with various items until she was confident it was fine.

"You're a good teacher," Rita said softly when Bellatrix returned to her essay, there was a kindness in her voice Narcissa never heard from anyone. Envy of her sister's friends burned in Narcissa's stomach, sometimes she wondered if that was the real reason she and Andy disliked Rita, but then again, so did Sirius and Regulus.

Rita left for a moment to go get something from her dorm and Narcissa decided to use this time to talk to Bellatrix,

"How did you and Rita meet?"

"The train, she walked into my compartment and sat down with me, but I saw her on the platform before that." Bellatrix answered,

"When were you her friend?"

Bellatrix paused, truthfully it hadn't been until a month into school when she realized Rita was her friend, and even then, friendship was new to Bellatrix and only through Rita's persistence did she accept the ordeal.

"I'm not sure, I think we were friends off the cuff, but I didn't call it that till a month later." Bellatrix answered, "How about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your friend, which one of those girls is your favorite again?" Bellatrix asked, referring to the three girls Narcissa shared a dorm with,

"Oh, I wouldn't call them friends, I don't like them very much,"

Bellatrix laughed as if Narcissa had said something funny.

Before anything else Rita returned and recaptured Bellatrix's attention. If Narcissa didn't know better she'd think the two were in love.

*****ANDROMEDA******

"Ted!" She called out, spotting her friend by the lake,

He smiled when he saw her and she came over to join him and his friends who were now her friends as well.

"Did you hear the new Drifter's song?" Penny asked,

"The what?" Andromeda questioned,

"It's a muggle band, sorry," Ted said,

"oh right!" Penny said, "I always forget you come from a magic family! Anyway, I can play it for you if you'd like?"

"Sure!" Andromeda said, trying to hide from the second comment,

Penny set the record into the player and started to play whatever the new drifters song was. Andromeda liked it fine, but music had never been an interest of her's.

"What did you think?" Penny asked eagerly when the record quit spinning,

"It was good," Andromeda said,

"I hate it," April chimed in,

"You only hate it because she plays it 24/7 in your dorm." Owen said smiling,

"Fine, but it's annoying after hearing it five times in a row." April said,

"Hearing you talk is annoying," Andromeda said smiling, it had been a joke, the kind she heard her sisters tell, but everyone stopped and stared at her,

"That was kinda mean Andy.." Penny said,

"Yea, it was just a joke," Owen said, they all looked like she had just insulted their mothers,

"Sorry, I was joking..." Andromeda said,

"Well it wasn't very funny," April said, and she seemed hurt,

"I didn't mean to upset you, I just, I thought that was how people joked," Andromeda said,

"It's fine, It wasn't meant to be mean." Ted said, no one else said anything, "Right?" He asked,

"Yea," Chris said tentatively,

"I guess..." April said,

An awkward silence filled the air and Andromeda excused herself with the excuse of homework. As she walked away she heard them whisper,

"She's usually really sweet.." Owen said,

"I don't know why she would say that." Penny said,

Andromeda picked up her pace as tears welled in her eyes. She feared she had made an irreparable mistake.

*****

Later Andromeda decided to go find her friends and apologize again, she found her way to the Hufflepuff common room and waited for someone to either come out or go in.

She waited for five minutes before the door opened and she came face to face with Ted,

"Oh!" He said, surprised to see her, "Hey,"

"Hi,"

"sooo, what's up?"

Andromeda looked down sheepishly, "I wanted to say sorry again, I didn't mean to upset anyone, I just thought that was okay to say." She said quietly, apologies were still new to her, but Ted was very understanding.

"It's okay, they know you didn't mean it maliciously," He said, but Andromeda didn't look any less upset so he invited her in.

She talked to April privately to apologize again, soon all was forgiven and Andromeda felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she still was getting used to people being understanding and nice to her, but Ted was helping tremendously.

******BELLATRIX******

After their little study session, Bellatrix walked back to the common room with Rita and Narcissa. She was happy Rita and her sister were getting along.

*********

January 20th, 1965

"I can't believe I still have to go to practice if he isn't going to let me play.." Bellatrix grumbled as she walked outside with Rita who planned to do homework while Bellatrix practiced.

"Maybe he'll cave?" Rita asked,

"Not a chance," Bellatrix snorted, "But next year I can play and the captain will probably be Rudolphus so whatever."

"Are you and him good friends?" Rita asked tentatively, she had only seen the two interact a handful of times but they did dance together at Christmas.

"Just the whole family thing," Bellatrix said, she still had yet to tell Rita of her arrangement to marry Rudolphus, she wasn't sure why considering it didn't matter whether Rita knew or not.

Rita nodded.

Bellatrix worked hard at practice as always and tried her best to be a team player, thankfully as a seeker her job made it so the only person she had to rely on was herself.

After practice the girls went to History of Magic, ten minutes into class Rita was bored to death and halfway through the lesson Bellatrix found herself tuning out as well.

"I got an owl back from my parents," Rita whispered as Bins continued to drawl on about the founding of the ministry.

"What did it say?" Bellatrix asked,

Rita cleared her throat and quietly did an impression of a snobby rich british witch and relayed the contents of the letter to Bella, "Rita is welcome at our estate during the summer, if you would permit it, we would like to bring her to the quidditch world cup as it is taking place in France this year and we have another estate there."

"I didn't even know we were planning to go," Bellatrix muttered, "And my mother has never said she would 'like' to do anything,"

Rita smiled, "Maybe I'm paraphrasing, but I am coming to your house the first of July, and then apparently we're going to France for the week and the quidditch world cup."

"Why do you know more about my plans that me?" Bellatrix said goodnaturedly, truthfully she was ecstatic to be seeing Rita over the summer. "Do you know if my Aunt and Uncle are coming?"

"No, sorry, but probably and probably Regulus and Sirius as well." Rita answered, Bellatrix groaned at this,

"Whatever, they had their own place in France, if they come that's where they'd stay probably." Bellatrix said,

"Ladies!" Professor Bins said loudly, the girls jumped, the change of tone from their usually monotone ghost-professor startling them, "Please continue this conversation elsewhere."

"Yes sir," Bellatrix said,

"Sorry sir," Rita added,

Bins turned back around and continued his lecture.

******

"We have potions next?" Rita asked, Bellatrix nodded, she thought about all the Slug club meeting invitations she skipped throughout the past year and a half, she just had better uses for her time. Rita groaned, fortunately they were finally doing something interesting in class.

"Take your seats please." Slughorn said as the students filed into the room, Rita and Bellatrix took their usual table at the front.

"Today we're brewing a beautification potion," the professor announced, many of the girls started whispering, "Who can tell me what this potion does?" Almost every hand went up, "Yes, Malfoy."

"It makes the drinker become more visually appealing." Lucius said,

"Very good, 5 points to Slytherin!" Slughorn beamed, "And who can tell me the ingredients?"

Bellatrix's hand was already up from the first question and while many others dropped theirs Bellatrix's hand remained in the air,

"Miss Black?"

"Fairy wings. morning dew, rose petals, lady's mantle, unicorn tail hair, and ginger roots, in that order." Bellatrix answered,

"Correct! 5 points to Slytherin," Slughorn said, as he continued talking about different properties of the potion the chalk began writing the ingredients and instructions on the board.

Soon everyone was already starting on their potion.

Bellatrix barely looked at the instructions as she began to brew the concoction, already knowing what to do. Rita double checked everything she did, and often enlisted Bellatrix's help.

"I almost forgot, I'm inviting Alecto and Eliza to the astronomy tower Friday night at 10," Rita said,

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, a pang of jealousy shooting through her,

"There is some comet or something," Rita said as she mixed in her lady's mantle

"Isn't that after curfew?" She asked, trying to think of any reason to stop Rita from going,

"Yes, but I went and asked the Astronomy teacher and she said it would be fine." Rita said,

"Well have fun," Bellatrix said bitterly,

"Trix, I'm inviting you to come as well," Rita said smiling, amused at the fact Bellatrix didn't pick up on that fact,

"oh!" Bellatrix said, her cheeks coloring slightly, "Right. yea I'll come of course." Bellatrix said as she finally put the ginger roots into the potion and stirred it clockwise for three rotations as the potion took a light pink hue.

"Ok thought so," Rita said giggling,

"I'm gonna go give this to Slughorn," Bellatrix mumbled motioning to her potion, as usual she was the first to finish and it was perfect, she ladled some into a vial and went to give it to Slughorn.

When he saw her approach his desk he put down his book and she gave him the vial; He uncorked it and inspected it for a while before turning back to Bellatrix.

"I haven't seen you at any of the Slug Club meetings," He said quietly, Bellatrix wanted to tell him it was because there were better uses of her time but she refrained, instead she smiled sweetly,

"I've been busy sir," She said,

"Well, I've already sent invitations, but I am hosting a small party this friday, considering my leniency after your last quidditch match I would be grateful if you made an appearance," He said,

Bellatrix hesitated, she had already agreed to go with Rita to the astronomy tower, literally a second before, and she would much rather do that, but Slughorn wasn't giving her a chance, "I've made plans for Friday evening with a friend," she said,

"Well, I'm sure they will understand." Slughorn said brightly, "You can invite them as well!"

"Of course sir," Bellatrix said before turning on her heel and returning to Rita who was also getting ready to give her vial to Slughorn,

"Before I turn this in can you check it?" Rita asked examining her potion,

"Sure, but um, Slughorn just invited me personally to a Slug Club party Friday," She said,

"You've skipped all his meetings," Rita said with a scowl,

"Yes, but those were letters, he basically said I had to come especially considering he let me off for the quidditch thing practically scot-free." Bellatrix said,

"How long is the party?" Rita asked,

"I don't know I'll check the paper invitation when we get to our dorm, but they usually run late, so I can't come to the astronomy thing, well maybe I can if you're still up there when it's over," Bellatrix said apologetically,

Rita sighed, "Whatever, fine," and with that she went to give Slughorn the vial.

"I'm sorry," Bellatrix said when Rita returned,

"It's fine, he didn't really let you decide, I just wish you could come." Rita said though it did nothing to quench Bellatrix's guilt.

"I'll go to the tower after the party." Bellatrix said,

"Don't come if it's too late." Rita said,

******

Chapter 39: Third year, 1965- I guess it must be true

Notes:

I'm gonna be on vacation for like half of July so I'm gonna try and write one more chapter before I leave but I probably won't have updates for a month! Also I'm not sure how things are gonna go when school starts again because I'll be super busy. If I have to write at midnight I'll do it though because over my dead body is this fic not gonna be completed. Also all the comments encouraged me to halt what I was doing (which was nothing) and write.

Translation of the french: When I was little, before my cousins were born, my aunt took me to Paris for the summer and we went to a museum and I got lost because I was looking at the statues and my aunt didn't realize I wasn't with her. I think it was at least two hours before I realized I was lost. Eventually I found someone and they brought me back to my aunt.

Chapter Text

January 22nd, 1965

Bellatrix was in her dorm alone getting ready for Slughorn's party at which her presence was mandatory.

It was 8 and most students, including her roommates, were at dinner. She was to be there at 8:30 but the stupid place Slughorn had chosen was across the castle from the Slytherin common room, on the upside it was close to the astronomy tower.

She planned to go to the party with Rudolphus, it had been his idea but Bellatrix knew it was only at his parent's insistence he try to be more favorable to her especially after she caught him snogging some girl in his year a week ago. She threatened to tell his parents but truthfully she just wanted something to hold over his head.

She did tell Rita who then wrote an article about it, then his brother told his parents.

Bellatrix walked down the stairs from her dorm into the common room. She wore a simple floor-length black long sleeve dress. It was now 8:10 and to get to the other side of the castle would take 10 minutes. Rudolphus still wasn't down so Bellatrix sat at the window.

A few other older students were in the common room, at the window beside Bellatrix two boys pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

Bellatrix thought about Rita, her hair, her smile, her skin, she shook herself from the thoughts about her best friend that plagued her mind, sooner or later it would get her in trouble if she didn't master occlumency. Instead she shifted her mind to her family, she thought about Regulus and Sirius back at their house, with Orion.

Somehow she felt grateful it was them there and not here as horrible and selfish as it was. She was so fucking tired of taking the brunt of everything from everyone, it had been like that since she was little, and had been worse before Sirius was born.

When the family had a male heir Bellatrix was a forethought, but soon that changed and she returned to being the example.

Soon Rudolphus ascended the stairs that went from the common room down the to dorms under the lake. Bellatrix stood up and waited for him to approach her.

"Bellatrix," he greeted, Bellatrix sighed, she wondered whether he would ever get over his feelings over the arrangement considering they were useless,

"Rudolphus," Bellatrix said indifferently.

The two walked the long castle hallways till they reached the room Slughorn had sent the location of in the invitation in silence.

****RITA*****

Rita walked back to her dorm with her friends Eliza and Alecto. Their plan was to change and then head for the astronomy tower, Rita hoped she'd catch Trix before she left and even more so hoped she'd be able to join them after Slughorn's party.

As they descended to the common room Eliza spoke loudly about her new boyfriend William. He was the first guy she had officially called her boyfriend, but Rita didn't really think it counted.

Rita opened the door to their dorm and was disappointed to find Bellatrix had already left, still, maybe she could leave the party early.

Rita dressed in warm clothes since the tower was always cold, especially in winter. She kept glancing back at Bellatrix's bed, as if she would materialize out of thin air, Rita wouldn't be surprised if she did, it was well within her magical abilities.

For years Rita had tried to convince herself all she felt towards her friend was a mix of admiration and envy of her talents and beauty, and maybe it had started off as that, but as she grew to long for Bellatrix's touch she realized it ran much deeper. Still there were times Rita would deny that she felt it, but in the end it was futile and her opinions changed with the seasons.

"Ready?" Alecto asked, Rita snapped out of her daze and turned to her friends who were by the door,

"You two go, I'll catch up in a second." Rita said, her friends shrugged and left.

Rita grabbed her warmer cloak and put it on, a piece of parchment fell from the inside. She paused and retrieved it from the ground. Upon opening it she was greeted with Bellatrix's familiar handwriting. She smiled, over the times when they were apart letters were sent back and forth, each time Jupiter or Saturn arrived with a letter it became a better day. She grew familiar with Trix's beautiful cursive, the letters were always thick because she had a tendency to press down too hard with her quill, something that resulted in breaking many and running out of ink often.

*Rita,

I'm leaving now, but after the party I'll come to the tower, wait for me if you can. Again, I'm sorry for bailing on you right after agreeing to come.

Love Trix,*

Rita beamed at the note, mostly because of the end, she had always signed her letters with anything but love and she never signed anything but her name. It was moments and things like this that made Rita question if her feelings were wholly one-sided.

LIke she did with every letter from Bellatrix she summoned the book from the pin Bella had given her first year and tucked the note inside before using a binding spell to ensure it's safety, then she set out to catch up to Eliza and Alecto.

****BELLATRIX*****

Bellatrix and Rudolphus were among the first people to arrive at the party.

Immediately she caught Slughorn's eyes and he came over to welcome them and tell them to enjoy themselves with a promise to seek them out later. He left with a wink directed towards Rudolphus paired with some comment about how the two of them made a fine pair.

"Do I have to stay with you?" Rudolphus asked in a condescending tone as if she were a child he had been forced to watch over,

"I've half a mind to make you if only to ensure your own displeasure." Bellatrix snapped, she wasn't hurt by his unwillingness to be around her, rather off-put by the lack of grace he handled it with. Surely he understood she wasn't ecstatic about the arrangement.

"Sadist," he clipped,

"Maybe, but I'm a long way off from masochism, therefore my desire to have you far away from me overrides my elation your aggravation gives me." She said without looking at him. Without further exchange he left and Bellatrix found some corner to stand in until she could leave.

Social as she may be during family parties she didn't enjoy it one bit and only played the role because it was expected of her. Talking with people was aggravating, they always danced around what they meant and Bellatrix had little patience though she knew it was hypocritical of her considering she had adopted the same manner of speaking when around others.

Selfishly she wished she had asked Rita to come, it would've been enjoyable for both of them, but they would've been bored together. Bellatrix liked Rita for a number of reasons, one of them being her ability to speak freely and to the point, something Bellatrix longed to do; another being she gave Bellatrix the ability to do the same.

Narcissa and Regulus never spoke freely while Andromeda and Sirius spoke too freely, Bellatrix had learned to take both and switch between the two as needed, even then sometimes she was abhorred for being rude considering she put insults into big words and easily navigated conversations with people thrice her age while her peers would get a confused expression on their faces when she spoke.

Intelligence was something she greatly prided herself in, though while her family expected perfection in school they had no ambition for her to rise above anything but a wife of a powerful man. Still, she knew no man could hold a candle to her brightness and brilliance.

As the minutes dragged on students filled the room, most of whom Bellatrix knew, some of whom Bellatrix wrinkled her nose at. Partly why she had began ignoring Slughorn's invitations was the influx of people below her who were invited. Halfbloods, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and even Mudbloods made up the professor's merry band of students he considered to have potential.

A mudblood girl walked past her and Bellatrix recoiled trying to distance herself from the filth.

"Sann-de-bourbe," She muttered as the girl passed. It was a curse her family often uttered now that the wizarding world fell weaker and people were penalized for saying mudblood. It was the same thing just in french. The girl heard her, she knew she had, and apparently she spoke enough french, or just knew the nature of Bellatrix and her sentiments towards her kind (not that it was something she went to lengths to conceal.), and was offended enough to stiffen before walking away.

Good,

Bellatrix thought,

Bellatrix didn't really see the need for her presence at the party. Students danced and ate and spoke to one another. She was approached by a boy in her house and asked to dance but she just stared at him until he walked away, the others who had been wanting to do the same abandoned all delusion.

Despite what her mother said, Bellatrix was pretty, and as she grew older she only became more lovely though no one would dare approach her. She never saw herself in that light and didn't care for her own appearance though she took care of it because it was expected of her.

Between the sisters, Narcissa was the most classically beautiful, they all knew it, their mother had told them enough. None were ugly, but Cissa's long blonde hair and ice blue eyes set her apart, she truly took after their mother the most. If you could picture the stereotypical doll that would be the closest image to Narcissa. She was beloved by all, as much as anyone in their family was anyway.

Andromeda was a perfect mix of Druella and Cygnus though it didn't do her many favors. The combination resulted in ashy brown hair that wasn't curly or straight but rather quite frizzy since their mother insisted she brush it. Her eyes were a light brown, golden in some lights, probably her most remarkable feature. Her nose was flat and her lips were thin, but her face was proportionate in a way that made up for her average features.

Bellatrix was the spitting image of her father, sometimes she wondered if that was why her mother seemed to dislike her no matter how perfect she was. Large sunken nearly black eyes stood out against her strong jaw and high cheekbones. Her hair was thick everywhere and long black eyelashes tangled with each other and often fell into her eyes. Her mother still insisted on grooming her eyebrows in an attempt to make them 'neat', that seemed to be the biggest flaw in Bellatrix's appearance. She had a wild-dark look to her, like a black wild horse.

It was a stark contrast to her youngest sister, but she never found herself envying beauty, rather she always was able to appreciate it. She had larger concerns.

And hour passed, Bellatrix made a few laps around the room but always returned to sulking in the corner.

It was 10 now and Bellatrix was impatient to leave, most everyone was still there.

Before the end of the night Slughorn made good on his promise to seek Bellatrix out. He was slurring slightly, no doubt drunk. The smell was revolting and Bellatrix had to breathe through her nose, it brought forward memories of her father and uncle, memories she suppressed for her own piece of mind.

"I'm pleased you came!" He said, his face was puffy and red as he spoke, Bellatrix smiled as if she had any choice.

"It's been wonderful," She lied, the professor smiled, she was grateful for his state because it ensured a short conversation which was a rarity with the professor who talked till he and everyone else was blue in the face. Still, she wished he had found her earlier so she could've left. Still, after the conversation she could leave, and Slughorn probably wouldn't notice. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 10:15. Fortunately SLughorn didn't notice.

"I've been rather disappointed with your absences, you show great promise." He said, "It's a rare thing to be in the club, I hope you know that."

"Of course sir, and I'm honored but I do have many commitments." Bellatrix said, it wasn't true, she had the time, she didn't need to spend much time on school work even with her extra classes, plus art and music weren't really classes.

"Oh yes, I understand! Especially with quidditch, though I had heard you were benched from playing in the games for the rest of this year."

Bellatrix gritted her teeth, still upset at the consequences, she much preferred just being hexed, that was over much quicker. "Yes, well I'll play next year." She said, trying to keep her frustration hidden,

"Of course. That's the spirit!" He said, he lifted a hand to clap Bellatrix on the shoulder but thought better of it.

So he hasn't lost all cognitive power to the fire whiskey.

Bellatrix thought considering he had the self preservation not to touch Bellatrix.

She didn't say anything in response and he excused himself to go talk with some other poor soul. Bellatrix didn't spend another minute at that stupid party. She didn't bid anyone goodbye and left, quickly walking to the astronomy tower.

****RITA****

Rita checked the clock every few minutes, Bellatrix hadn't given a time, probably because she didn't know when she would have an opportunity to leave. Still she waited and watched. Eliza and Alecto didn't take notice of her looking at the clock every five minutes and were too engrossed staring out the open roof of the tower at the stars.

It was beautiful, and Rita knew at any moment the comets would start flying across the sky. It wasn't going to be a particularly large meteor shower so no one else was going to take interest in it but she had researched the stars a lot, partly because astronomy was a fun class and partly because Bellatrix and her family seemed to be near-obsessive over it.

There was still no sign of Bellatrix when the first comet shot across the sky, it wasn't very bright but Eliza and Alecto ooed and awed. It was pretty but Rita found it hard to enjoy without Bellatrix. She had been the only person Rita wanted to invite, but it would have seemed suspicious if she had only asked Bellatrix, still she hadn't asked Alecto and Eliza until Bellatrix agreed despite her telling Bella they had already been enlisted in the adventure.

When Bellatrix came back a minute later saying she couldn't go Rita had already told Eliza and Alecto since they were only at the next table so Rita deciding not to go was off the table.

Every minute or so another meteor would fly by until finally the time between each one stretched and then the show eventually ended. It was 9:45 now, Eliza and Alecto were yawning and starting to gather their things to go back to the dorm.

"I'm going to stay a little longer," Rita said, "I have homework to do and the sky helps more than the maps," She had finished her homework with Bellatrix, but now she wanted to wait a little longer for her.

"I'm sure Bellatrix already did her's, she'll probably let you copy," Eliza said,

"I'd rather do it myself, it's fun for me anyway," Rita said,

"You two weirdos are perfect for each other," Eliza said jokingly, Rita's cheeks burned and with that they left Rita alone.

Rita's mind wandered to each time someone had made any sort of comment or joke about her and Bellatrix's friendship, sometimes implying it was more though no one actually thought that. Bellatrix always got so defensive about it. Those were the times when she thought maybe her feelings were reciprocated were squashed as Bellatrix snapped.

10 minutes passed, and Rita told herself she would leave at 10, but 10 came and she found herself giving Bella an extra five minutes, which turned into an extra fifteen and finally at 10:17 she heard Bellatrix's footsteps climbing the tower.

Her earlier discontent over Bellatrix not coming evaporated as her face appeared in the door.

*******BELLATRIX******

She walked into the tower, hoping Rita had waited and was greeted by her warm smile.

"Did Alecto and Eliza leave already?" She asked,

"Yea, about..." Rita glanced at the clock "30 minutes ago."

Bellatrix walked over and sat beside Rita, "I'm sorry, I would've left way earlier but Slughorn had said he would seek me out later after I arrived so I had to wait for that and then he talked for like 15 minutes." She pulled a napkin out of a pocket and unfolded it to reveal two chocolate croissants. "They're pretty good, but when we get to France I'll buy you better ones,"

Rita took one and bit into it, it was more than good and she couldn't imagine any being better.

"Well this more than makes up for your missing the comets." Rita said, Bellatrix smiled.

They ate their croissants and stared out at the stars,

"What are they called in France?" Rita asked,

"Pain au Chocolat." Bellatrix said,

Rita loved when Bellatrix spoke french, it was always so much softer and sweeter than english.

"Pain au Chocolat," Rita repeated, trying her best not to butcher the language yet failing, Bellatrix cringed,

"Maybe don't speak french in front of my family, or anyone in France," She said smiling,

"That bad?" Rita asked,

"Honestly I've heard worse," Bellatrix answered.

The girls were in the tower till midnight, talking and laying on the tile staring at the stars and, whenever the other wasn't looking, each other under the starlight. Bellatrix could name every constellation and star in sight from memory. Eventually Rita asked Bellatrix to speak french to her and Bellatrix obliged.

"Quand J'étais petite, avant mes cousins était née, ma tante m'a prise à Paris pendant l'été, et on a visité un musée et je me suis fait perdu car je regardais les statuts et ma tante n'a pas réalisé j'étais pas avec elle. Je crois c'était au moins deux heures avant j'ai réalisé j'étais perdu. Éventuellement j'ai trouvé quelqu'un et ils ont me ramène à ma tante." Bellatrix said, what she didn't say was after she was brought back to her aunt they went back home and she was crucioed for not paying attention and getting lost.

Rita didn't ask what Bellatrix was saying, she didn't care, she just liked the sound of it.

When they did go back to their dorms they had to walk quietly and after Rita ran into a suit of armor Bellatrix cast lumos to light their way. Their roommates were asleep, and they were tired.

Bellatrix was at her Uncle's house with Rita again. They were sitting in her room, heads touching, holding hands.

"How long are you going to pretend," Rita asked softly,

"What do you mean?" Bellatrix answered,

"That you're not broken. That you're not in love with me." Rita answered, and she pulled away from Bellatrix with a sneer, "It's disgusting."

Bellatrix opened and closed her mouth trying to answer when the door slammed open and Orion stormed in and grabbed her by the hair before she could react.

"How long Bellatrix?!" He shouted, Bellatrix felt like her heart was beating out of her chest, she struggled to breathe or even move. When she didn't answer Orion threw her down and went to Rita.

Bellatrix tried to scream, for anyone to come, for him to stop, but no sound came out.

"Pathetic." He hissed, then his wand was digging into Rita's throat. "This is your fault." Orion said as Rita screamed the way her sisters did when she had to crucio them. Bellatrix was frozen, unable to move, unable to stop it.

Through the screams Rita begged Bellatrix to stop Orion, to help her. But she just sat there.

Orion laughed, "You can't do anything, you can't stop me. You can't stop me from hurting you, and you can't stop me from hurting her, and you can't even protect little Regulus. You're nothing, you're worthless and used. It's laughable to even think Rita would ever love you."

Tears ran down Bellatrix's face, she can't even see and the only sounds leaving her and strangled cries.

She eyes open and she sees darkness, she can't move. Orion is gone, she's back at Hogwarts, Rita is sleeping beside her. She's sweating, her face is wet, it was a dream, just a dream, no a nightmare. She didn't wake anyone else. She's stiff, frozen, the realization it wasn't real does little to comfort her as she lays paralyzed with fear.

Finally her limbs unlock but she already knows there's no chance of going back to sleep.

*******

January 23rd, 1965

The sun rose and Bellatrix had already been up. After an hour of laying there she got up and quietly went down to the common room where she sat in the window and watched the snow fall. Her breath fogged the glass and she could feel the chill through the window. It was cold, her fingers were numb but she didn't care.

She wasn't sure which part of the dream had been worse. When Orion hurt Rita, when Rita's screams turned into those she had heard a million times, when she couldn't move, when Rita pushed her away and said she was disgusting. All of it haunted her, all of it made her hate herself and want to crawl out of her skin.

The thing she hated most was that while it was a nightmare, it could very well be reality. There were no monsters with horns and claws that chased her, no, there were only monsters who could hurt her because of one weakness, love. There was no telling herself the monsters weren't real, that they were figments of her imagination the way she would when Narcissa dreamt of snarling beasts. They were real, and they were close, so close.

She didn't know how much time passed but eventually the common room stirred as students woke, at some point she imagined what Regulus would do. How he would join her, sitting far enough away that they weren't touching but close enough for comfort. She wished he were here.

Instead Rita joined her by the window, she knew something was wrong, she didn't press, Bellatrix would tell her when she could, she always did.

Chapter 40: Third year, 1965- I was too young to know that some types of love could be bad

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

January 23, 1965

Rita's head rested against Bellatrix's shoulder as they sat together in the window. The nightmare replaying over and over in her head. Rita's presence gave Bellatrix a mix of comfort and distress. She felt like any second Rita would look at her the way she had in the dream, with disdain and disgust. Still, she was glad Rita was there because if she was there she wasn't at Orion's mercy.

The sun was still new in the sky and it painted the clouds golden and pink. Bellatrix hated sunrises, it was always a sign of a restless night for her, or it meant the next day was there, she couldn't hide anymore under the cover of darkness, she would have to push through every social interaction of the day.

Rita looked tired, she had probably woken earlier because Bellatrix had left. It wasn't weird for them to sleep in the same bed, not when they had been doing it so long. It was a sleepover between friends, that's what they told themselves each time they felt the brush of the other's skin that sent a fire through their body. It seemed to be a power of Rita's to always know where Bellatrix was. Any night Bellatrix didn't sleep, Rita didn't sleep.

Rita watched Bellatrix subtly, she scanned her friend's face, assessing the circles beneath her eyes that were too wide, her face was always tense after not sleeping.

"Did I wake you up?" Bellatrix asked, her throat was dry and quiet.

That's when Rita knew it was different from her usual insomnia, something had happened because for the first time Bellatrix sounded weak, something she never did, not even when her guard was down and it was just the two of them.

"No, I woke up later and you weren't there so I came down." Rita answered, looking at Bellatrix with concern.

As she analyzed what could possibly make Bellatrix look and act this way other students began to enter and as Bellatrix noticed she snapped out of the moment she allowed herself to be absolutely crushed. The look only lingered in her eyes and only if you knew what to look for.

Thank merlin it was a saturday, Bellatrix always felt high-strung after not sleeping and while she could power through the day and do everything she needed to most of the time, it was miserable for her and everyone else who had to deal with her.

"Can we go somewhere?" Bellatrix asked, her voice had returned.

"Where?" Rita asked,

"Somewhere quiet and dark and alone." Bellatrix said,

"Okay," Rita rose from the cushion and Bellatrix followed suit.

The girls left the common room in silence and started walking through the halls, taking turns in the opposite direction of anyone they saw. They didn't really know where they were going, but it didn't really matter.

Rita watched Bellatrix, wary of her friend who seemed off, more so than ever, still she would wait until Bellatrix broached the subject. Nothing good ever came of trying to direct Bellatrix or god-forbid force her into something.

As they walked down a hall a door materialized in front of them and they paused.

"You saw that right? Because I didn't sleep well but I don't think I've reached a point of hallucination." Bellatrix said,

"No I did," Rita answered, she walked towards the door and pulled the handle. Inside it was dim and cool, it smelled like the shampoo Rita used. Bellatrix joined her at the threshold.

"Lumos." She muttered, the light from her wand illuminated the dark room. There was a bed and a couch, both looked comfortable and Bellatrix remembered how tired she was. A wave of pleasant exhaustion hit her, relief followed, normally after not sleeping she was strung tight as a wire and didn't sleep till she physically dropped, and even then her mind would continue to race.

In the corner of the room was a small lamp, Rita went over to turn it on. It cast a subtle glow around the room. Bellatrix put her light out and let the door close behind her. The noise of the castle faded immediately.

Bellatrix and Rita went to the couch and sat down, thankful no one would look for them today, no one important anyway.

"What is this place?" Bellatrix asked Rita, thinking her friend had brought her here intentionally since it matched her needs perfectly.

"I don't know," Rita said, "I swear I've passed here a hundred times going to history of magic and I've never even seen a door here."

"Are we allowed to be here?" Bellatrix asked, Rita shrugged,

"I guess we'll find out."

*****RITA*****

Between the quiet, the dark, Rita's presence, and whatever magic encased the room Bellatrix lasted a full five minutes before sleep grabbed hold of her. Her head rested on Rita's lap. Rita smiled at the sight, she didn't think Bellatrix ever fell asleep that quickly, almost as if it was unnatural to do so, and maybe for her it was.

Rita always thought constantly being on guard and always being so tense and working hard Bellatrix would have an easier time sleeping, but it always took a lot for her to relax into the peace and calm.

She watched Bellatrix's face relaxed, more so than usual and for a fleeting moment until her chest rose and fell she wondered if something was wrong. Even in sleep Bellatrix's face remained tense, but now it was slack and she looked 14 for the first time in a long time. Rita couldn't help thinking that Bellatrix looked more beautiful than ever like this, something clawed at her chest at the understanding that even at rest, Bellatrix was never at peace.

A pang of hurt ran through her as she realized even when it was just the two of them Bellatrix couldn't fully let go. She shook it off, it was a stupid concern, and anyway, here she was, fully letting go, and Rita was there to see it. Plus, it's not like it was Bellatrix's fault, Rita figured if she had lived in Bella's house her whole life she wouldn't trust a single person, not after the people you're supposed to feel safe around failed you so miserably.

******BELLATRIX******

When she woke, Rita was stroking her hair lightly, and Bellatrix had half a mind to pretend she was still asleep, but Rita had already noticed the tension return to Bellatrix's face and body as she tensed again with the tell-tale sign she was conscious.

Bellatrix opened her eyes, Rita was smiling slightly.

"What time is it?" Bellatrix asked, she still felt relaxed, like someone was forcibly trying to fix her. It was annoying but helpful at the same time. Still, it made her feel vulnerable.

She had a good rest without any interference from her subconscious and part of her screamed at the thought of having to leave while the other part screamed at her to get out since there was clearly some spell fucking with her.

"I'm not sure," Rita answered, "I think it's been almost five hours, so probably around noon."

"You sat here for five hours?" Bellatrix asked, "didn't you get uncomfortable?"

Rita paused, she should have, every nerve in her should be screaming at her to move, but she felt fine. "Oddly enough no."

"I think there is a spell here or something," Bellatrix said as she rose,

"Really?" Rita asked,

"There's something wrong with this room, not in a bad way, but it's doing something." Bellatrix said, "I'll go to the library and try and figure it out."

"I'll come," Rita said, as if it wasn't a given, "I need to do homework."

As they left the room Bellatrix's senses returned and she felt normal aside from being less irritable and tired, but those were welcome changes. She suspected it wouldn't last long, nothing good ever did.

*****

In the library Bellatrix found out two things, 1, it was 1pm so she had slept for 6 hours in that room, and that 'that room' was magic. Bellatrix found some old text on it, really it was just a story but it fit perfectly.

According to the text it was the room of requirement, and wasn't wide spread knowledge. She spent the rest of the day trying to find more about it but there was next to nothing. The lack of information bothered her.

Back in their dorm, Rita and Bellatrix lay side by side on the bed together,

"Are we going to tell anyone else about the room?" Rita asked,

"I think it's something we should keep to ourselves, just in case." Bellatrix said, the truth was there was no just in case, but Bellatrix needed somewhere she could be unbothered.

Despite having slept past noon that day, Bellatrix found herself slipping into sleep's embrace once again.

Bellatrix woke with a start, she sat alone in Orion's office. It was cold, goosebumps covered her bare arms and legs.

Bare, she was bare. She sat on the cold chair with nothing on, instinctively she covered herself with her arms. She heard voices and footsteps outside. She strained to hear them but couldn't make out what was being said.

She moved to get up, to run, to leave but chains snaked out of the arms and legs of the chair and bound her to it.

Panic rose in her as she struggled against the chains but they just tightened. She craned her head towards the door as whoever it was approached. The door opened and white light engulfed the room, Bellatrix was blinded by it. She closed her eyes and turned away.

"Trix?" A voice rang out,

"TRIX!?" More frantic, Rita's voice, Rita's nickname.

"Rita?" Bellatrix called, she meant to scream but it came out a whisper, her throat was swollen and it made it hard to speak. She looked down, she wore a black gown, underneath a corset felt too tight and made it hard to breathe or move.

She tried to lift an arm to try and loosen the garment but they were too heavy, she turned her head to discover it was pearls that weighed down the limbs.

"Trix?" Rita called out again, she was closer.

All around Bellatrix was white so bright it hurt her eyes. It seemed like she was suspended in the air but she felt something solid beneath her.

Above her, the top of the room turned into a screen, or was it a window?

It showed Rita coming into a room identical to the one Bellatrix was trapped in now. In the room lay Bellatrix, but it wasn't her, because she was here. Rita rushed to fake-Bellatrix, something inside real-Bellatrix felt fear, her heart beat out of her chest and she struggled to move, to speak, to do anything but lay there. An overwhelming sense of dread engulfed her though there was no immediate threat.

She watched as Rita who had sounded worried for Bellatrix moments before walked cautiously towards the fake-Bellatrix with apprehension, like she was a vicious dog. The clone just layed there, not moving. When Rita got within arms length the fake-Bellatrix sprang up and grabbed her.

Real-Bellatrix screamed, or tried to, it came out as more of a choked sob as she watched herself pin Rita to the floor. Rita cried out in pain,

"Trix!" She screamed, her voice pleading, real-Bellatrix fought, trying to get up, to go help her but she couldn't do anything except lie there and watch and Rita begged and cried as fake-Bellatrix took out her wand.

A voice rang out, "Do it."

It was her mother's, she said it the same way she would when she told Bellatrix to punish her sisters.

"Crucio!" Fake-Bellatrix screamed, a bolt of red light sprouted from her wand and hit Rita who fell to the floor screaming terribly.

Tears ran down real-Bellatrix's face as she watched helplessly as Rita begged the girl who was her best friend to stop.

Fake-Bellatrix didn't even flinch.

Waves of exhaustion ran over real-Bellatrix, as if each moment leeched strength from her.

Soon she couldn't do anything but lay there as tears ran down her cheeks and clouded her vision. She wished above all else they would impair her ears so she didn't have to hear Rita's screams and pleading voice ring out.

Eventually Rita went limp, and Bellatrix wondered if she was dead, she would be better off dead. Bellatrix should want her to be dead, but selfishly she didn't she wanted her to be alive more than anything. She wouldn't be able to live if Rita was dead, even if she had to spend eternity watching Rita be tortured, it was easier than her being dead.

Fake-Bellatrix grew taller and broader until instead it was Orion standing over an unconscious Rita. New fear raced through Bellatrix as Orion appeared. He turned to whatever was allowing Bellatrix to watch and spoke to her. His black eyes bore into her,

"You did this." He said,

"No," Bellatrix whispered,

"Yes you did, you did this to her, you did it to your sisters, you did it to you cousins." He said, he was smiling, his teeth were red with blood.

"You made me," Bellatrix said weakly, Orion shook his head and stepped back. Instead of Rita, Bellatrix saw herself before Orion. He raised his hand and smacked fake-Bellatrix across the face, but real Bellatrix felt it and the pain made her head swim.

"You did this to her, just as you made me hurt her for what you wanted, for your selfish filthy queer desires." Orion spit, before Bellatrix could register anything pain split her, it was like nothing she had ever felt. She screamed and tasted blood as it bubbled up in her throat, and then nothing.

********

January 24th, 1965

Bellatrix's eyes shot open and all she remembered was pain, it took her a few minutes to remember that it was just a dream, she was safe, it was fine. Still, she was frozen and a cold sweat coated her body.

When her muscles un-tensed she sat up slowly so she didn't disturb Rita. She reached over and grabbed her wand from the dresser. Her feet fell softly on the wood floor as she made her way to the bathroom.

She quietly closed the door behind her and turned on the light which blinded her for a moment, for a moment she wondered if she'd be transported back to that horrible bright room from her nightmare.

That's ridiculous, She thought I've never even been there in reality She shook herself and pulled out her wand. She grabbed a glass beside the sink,

"Aguamenti" She whispered, the glass filled with ice cold water that she drank slowly, willing her throat to return to normal. She ran her hands under the sink for a few seconds before bringing some water up to splash her face, as if it would cleanse her mind from the torture she had just put herself through.

She stayed in the bathroom for longer than she should have, just trying to shake the clawing desperation and terror that followed her from the realm of dreams.

She climbed back into bed only and hour before the sun rose, but she didn't sleep.

******

Rita woke at 9 and Bellatrix pretended to wake up at the same time, as if she hadn't been up for hours. She was tired and tense and in a bad mood and she wondered what she would do if she kept being un-able to sleep when the weekend was over the next day.

*******

January 25th, 1965

Bellatrix was in a long hallway, it was one from her house, dark and cold like it was in december. When she looked behind her, her father's office loomed, he sat behind his desk and she knew that if he saw her he would call her in. In front of her was the drawing room with her sisters and cousins, they were laughing, happy, the way they were when they were younger.

She took a step towards the drawing room and a bang came from behind her. She turned, her father saw her and now stood behind his desk, wand drawn.

"Bellatrix, come here." He said, his voice was low and menacing. Normally Bellatrix would obey like the dutiful daughter she was, but each and every part of her screamed to go to the drawing room.

She stood frozen for a moment, her head looking from side to side, then she turned to the drawing room and ran. A livid scream ripped through the air, the halls echoed it. Bellatrix turned her head backwards as she ran to see her father still standing behind his desk, but a dark figure chasing her. From the split second her head was turned she saw the creatures bloody clawed hands that reached for her. It was black but it's eyes gleamed red, the perfect shade of blood.

Bellatrix screamed and ran faster, but her feet were in the heels her mother forced her to wear at the ball and she landed wrong on the tiny point that was supposed to sustain her weight. She felt her ankle roll and cried out as she tried to continue forward but the hall seemed endless and as far as she got it seemed the room kept getting further.

She called out for her sisters to help her but they seemed not to hear and the beast drew closer.

Once again, Bellatrix woke, and if she hadn't been locked in place she was sure she'd be thrashing. Maybe it was a blessing she couldn't move, it stopped her from clawing out until she calmed down enough. Still, she wished she couldn't control it and someone was forced to help her, because she would never tell anyone.

Still, Rita stirred as Bellatrix attempted to calm her racing heart and erratic breathing.

"Trix?" She whispered, Bellatrix was still too shocked to answer and the noise that came out of her was pitiful.

At this Rita woke up more, concerned for her friend. She pulled back the curtain around her bed, the moonlight illuminated the tears on Bellatrix's face, along with her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Rita simply folded Bellatrix into her arms, Bella's long nails clawed into her arms as she searched for stability. Rita didn't mind.

"It's okay," Rita said softly, her head nuzzled into Bellatrix's hair, she breathed in the scent, it was some expensive french conditioner. "It was just a dream, it's okay," Rita said, Bellatrix didn't really hear her over the rush of blood and the heartbeat that pounded in her head but the pressure of Rita holding her was comforting, as was her scent.

Finally Bellatrix's heart-rate steadied but Rita didn't let go. After an hour Bellatrix fell back into sleep while Rita stayed awake, fending off nightmares that tried to creep into Bellatrix's mind.

*****

Bellatrix woke and Rita was still sitting in the same position, still awake.

Bellatrix uncurled herself from Rita who seemed to realize they needed to get ready for class. The two didn't say anything, both were so exhausted there was no room for words. They dressed in silence and went to the great hall. Rita stayed closer to Bellatrix was usual, her hand always was touching Bellatrix in someway, trying to steady her.

Narcissa and Andromeda took separate notes as they watched Bella and Rita enter the great hall, both with matching purple circles beneath their eyes.

Narcissa noticed the way Rita's hand never left Bellatrix and the way she stared at her sister with concern, like she was fragile, and for the first time, Bellatrix looked fragile. Slightly so, but it was undoubtedly there. Narcissa wondered just how deep their bond went and for the first time she found herself questioning the extent of her sister's pureness.

Andromeda noticed the same things but she found herself detesting Rita even more, blaming the changes on her and resolving to tell Bellatrix how she felt about Rita and how much of a bad influence she was. Andromeda had watched her sister drift away for three years, she had listened to Bellatrix chastise and dismiss her whenever Rita was around, and now even when she wasn't.

******

Bellatrix moved through the day in a daze, trying her best not to curse everyone who so much as looked at her.

She felt like the world was against her, and soon Rita's soothing hand turned into a burden. Bellatrix had the sense Rita hated her, that she was doing this out of obligation. She hated herself even more for relishing in Rita's touch, she tried to brush away all the horrible impure thoughts that crossed her mind, but it was hard with the feeling of Rita's long warm fingers on her arm, or back, or thigh. It wasn't intentional of Rita and that made it worse. All of her focus narrowed to that one point of contact, wherever it was and it grew heavy and irritated.

"Will you quit!" Bellatrix snapped as they sat together in charms, she wrenched her arm out of Rita's reach. It was nearly the end of the day, all that was left was astronomy and that wasn't until 7.

Rita looked at Bellatrix, stunned and hurt.

"I'm sorry," Rita said softly, "I didn't mean to upset you, I wish you had said something earlier. I just figure it would be comforting, since... you know."

Bellatrix's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of her weakness. "Well it's not, and it wasn't a big deal." Bellatrix said, the lack of sleep had made her surly and self-loathing, she dealt with that by turning it outwards

Rita's face hardened, she grew pissed off at Bellatrix's stubbornness, she hated the game of hot and cold Bellatrix played, she never knew what side of her she was going to get.

"Fine," Rita said, she turned away and didn't look back towards Bellatrix who stormed off the second Flitwick dismissed them.

Notes:

I have so much trouble writing homophobia bcs i've never actually experienced it and idk what they sound like... Also I have never had internalized homophobia so it's hard for me to write that for Bella. Also I don't have nightmares, idk if this is all obvious.

Chapter 41: Third year, 1965- The Unbreakable vow

Chapter Text

Bellatrix stormed out of the class, she was so irritated and not really sure why. She didn't know where she was going. As she walked quickly through the castle she ran into someone.

Without thinking she drew her wand to curse them but before she could the person snatched it. As her anger simmered she saw it was Rudolphus.

"Trying to curse me now?" He asked, "And I thought we were starting to really become a good couple." he said sarcastically, Bellatrix straightened,

"Give me back my wand." She said, he handed it back to her,

"What's the problem?" He asked,

"Why would I tell you?" She snapped, he shrugged,

"Who am I going to tell?" He said,

"I'm just irritated. I haven't slept well." She hissed,

"What's your excuse all the other times?" He asked smugly,

Bellatrix scowled, "Shut it," She started to go around him but he just moved in front of her,

"Ok," he said, smiling, "Sorry,"

"Just get out of my way and leave me alone."

"I can't do that,"

"Why not?"

She was really re-thinking cursing him now.

"Orders from our parents."

"We aren't married yet and they aren't here." Bellatrix hissed,

"My brother is and he'll do anything to make sure I get in trouble."

Bellatrix was a little stunned by this, she always did whatever she could to make sure Andy and Cissa got in the least trouble, even if it meant she did.

"What do they even want!" Bellatrix screamed, and stomped her foot,

"Stop acting like a five year old." Rudolphus chastised,

"I'm bloody mad and tired and you're in my way!" Bellatrix screamed, he rolled his eyes, "You never bloody want to talk to me and the one time I really don't want to you chose to force it on me!"

"You've no right to be mad at me, it's not my fault we're being forced to marry." He said, she hated how calm he was, she hated how she was screaming at him and he just stood there amused as if he wasn't scared of her. He should be.

"I'M NOT MAD ABOUT THAT I'M MAD YOU WONT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW!" Bellatrix roared, her voice echoed through the castle, immediately her throat hurt. She was flushed and breathing heavily,

Rudolphus recoiled without a word and Bellatrix brushed passed him, heading for the dorms.

She wasn't really sure what happened but when she came to Rita was cleaning up broken things and Bellatrix was in her bed. Rita saw Bellatrix was awake and stopped,

"What time is it?" Bellatrix asked,

"7:30, you didn't come to Astronomy," Rita said, "I covered for you, said you didn't feel well earlier and asked if I could come check on you. You were asleep but you broke basically anything breakable, I repaired most of it but I have to do each thing individually and I'm trying to be quiet so you can sleep."

Bellatrix didn't answer, Rita continued after a moment,

"Do you feel better?" She asked, Bellatrix nodded,

"Sorry I snapped at you in charms," She said, it sounded strange to apologize but it's something people do. "I was tired,"

"It's fine," Rita said, "You didn't sleep well. I'm not sure what you've been dreaming about but I don't like it when something makes you that scared."

"I wasn't scared," Bellatrix said, she meant it defensively but it was half-hearted,

"Go back to sleep," Rita said, noticing Bellatrix's eyes drooping again,

*******

January 26th, 1965

Bellatrix was granted peaceful sleep to her relief, but her mind ran through the nightmares in her waking hours. She found herself more nervous to be around Rita, as if she would see something Bellatrix herself denied but was still there. As if Rita would turn and tell her she was broken and disgusting for the thoughts that entered her mind when Rita was around.

*****

January 27th, 1965

Bellatrix sat in the great hall with her friends, though her mind was else where. She thought back to Christmas her first year after Hogwarts, of Orion and what he had done to her.

She was shaken from her thoughts when one of her family’s owls landed in front of her. She removed the letter tied to its leg and then the owl was gone.

*
Dear Bellatrix,

I have written to inform you that this summer Rita Skeeter shall accompany us to France for the quidditch world cup. Her parents have already agreed. Remember, she, your sisters, and cousins are your responsibility. She and her family have won our favorable opinions, do make sure this does not change. Toujours pur.

Sincèrement Druella Black
*

Bellatrix smiled at the letter, Rita had already told her but now it was set in stone. Still she worried about a million things.

Rita peered over Bellatrix’s shoulder and read the letter.

****

Later Narcissa approached Bellatrix in the common room.

“What did the letter say?” She asked

“None of your concern.” Bellatrix replied, she didn’t want to tell anyone in case it would ruin it.

“I want to know.”

“Shame,”

“It’s about Rita isn’t it?” Narcissa folded her arms,

“What makes you say that?” Bellatrix replied, her face was a mask of cool indifference though internally she cursed herself for being so transparent.

“You tell me everything unless it concerns her.”

“I don’t tell you everything,”

She thought of all the secrets she kept from her sisters. Things about their mother and father, things about Rita, Orion. All of these were closely guarded subjects. She would lock them in Azkaban rather than showing anyone.

“Well you tell me most things.” Narcissa huffed, “and I usually figure out the rest on my own. You’re not as special as you think Bella,”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “what on earth are you talking about Cissa?”

Narcissa shifted uneasily, “I know what happens behind closed doors. You were gone for two years before I came to school, and when you were gone it was Andy, and when she was gone it was me.”

Panic flared inside Bellatrix, it couldn’t all be for nothing. She couldn’t have tried so hard to keep them safe by being the one in the line of fire for it to have not mattered, it was bad enough she couldn’t save Regulus.

Bellatrix stood and grabbed Narcissa’s wrist, she yelped as her sister’s nails dug into her skin.

Bellatrix dragged Cissa to her down and closed the door behind her. Then she cast a silencing charm around them and locked the door.

“What are you saying?” Bellatrix hissed, fury burned in her veins and rage was apparent in her wild gaze. Narcissa felt scared of her.

“You know what I’m saying Bella.” Narcissa murmured, “You know I’m talking about more than the cruel punishments we endure at our parents’ hands. You know what Orion does and I’m surprised it never occurred to someone as smart as you he wouldn’t stop.” Tears welled in Cissa’s pretty blue eyes.

Bellatrix clenched her hands, she was shaking. Narcissa, beautiful, innocent, sweet, young Narcissa. Her baby sister. Orion would pay, he would pay for each and every one of them. She wanted him dead for all he did, and she hated herself for being so naive to think it would stop with her if she just let it happen. She felt foolish, and she swore to never feel that way again.

“Get out.” Bellatrix said quietly, and as much as Narcissa wanted to argue the fire in Bellatrix’s eyes silenced her.

Bellatrix paced around her dorm, raking her brain for an answer. Then it came to her. She couldn’t directly kill Orion or hurt him, not yet, but maybe she could protect them, maybe she was powerful enough for an enchantment.

No teachers would give her information on the kind of thing she needed, she already knew that, and it would be in the restricted section. No, she needed someone else, someone who knew everything.

The bloody Baron. The ghost of Slytherin.

All other thoughts left her mind as she rushed up the stairs of the tower, he would be at the top.

At the very top of the tower, in the dark and dust sat the old ghost. Bellatrix opened the door and walked in.

“Excuse me?” She asked, if she was afraid her desperation and fear of much scarier monsters overruled it.

The ghost looked at her, “You dare?” He hissed,

She stood up straighter, “I need help.” The words tasted strange in her mouth.

The ghost scoffed, “I don’t do homework child.”

“Please, I need to stop him.” Bellatrix begged,

“Who are you?” The ghost asked, he seemed more intrigued,

“Bellatrix of the most noble and ancient house of Black.” She answered,

The bloody Baron mused for a moment, “how old are you?”

“13,”

“Little young to carry such a burden.” He replied,

“I handle it,” Bellatrix replied,

“Enlighten me and I’ll consider offering aid.”

Bellatrix took a breath, she knew she would need to tell him if he was going to help her, she knew eventually she’d need to tell someone this. It didn’t make it any easier.

“There is a man, Orion. He hurts me. I put up with it, I allowed it. I did so in hopes it would start and end with me, I was a fool for such notions. My sisters, and cousins, all four are so young, too young. I failed in protecting them.” Her voice broke and the tears she told herself she wouldn’t spill flooded her eyes and ran in rivers down her cheeks. “I failed, and I have to fix it.”

Sobs threatened to take over her body, terrible whining screaming noised clawed at her throat wishing to be released.

“I don’t know who to go to. I can’t tell anyone and I don’t know how to do what I need.”

“Which is what?” The ghost asked, still stone faced.

Bellatrix took a breath, “I need to do ancient magic, I need to ward their rooms and them from him. I need to do blood magic. I need him to feel so much pain whenever he tries to hurt them it’s unbearable.”

“Why not just kill him? It would certainly be easier.” The Baron replied,

“I can’t,”

“Can’t or wont?”

“Can’t. I plan to the second I can.” Bellatrix answered, steel in her voice.

“I’ll help you,” the ghost replied, “and in exchange you will help me.”

“Whatever you need.” Bellatrix said quickly,

“Swear it.” He said, “come back with someone and we shall make an unbreakable vow.”

Bellatrix froze. Not because she was unwilling, but she wasn’t sure anyone would help her do this. Still, she nodded and left.

Rita sat in their dorm when Bellatrix entered,

“Can you do an unbreakable vow?” Bellatrix asked, the words broke from her mouth so quickly.

“No?” Rita answered, then she saw the look of desperation on Bella’s face, and she would do anything to fix it. “Teach me.”

“But you would do one?” Bellatrix asked quickly, “If I taught you?”

“I’d do anything for you Trix.”

“Good.”

*****

"Where are we going?" Rita whispered as Bellatrix dragged her through the dark castle. It was after curfew and Bellatrix needed to make sure no one interrupted them.

"Room of requirement," Bellatrix whispered, she hadn't let herself sleep, patiently waiting for her doormates to fall asleep so she could wake Rita and take her to learn how to administer an unbreakable vow. She also wanted to chase away nightmares... even more reasons to do this.

They reached the floor where they found it last and Bellatrix began walking in front of the room over and over thinking the same thought; I need to teach Rita to administer an unbreakable vow

A door appeared and Bellatrix opened it eagerly. Inside was a large empty space on one side, and parchment, quills, and books on the other.

Bellatrix smiled as she closed the door and lights flickered on.

"Have you performed an unbreakable vow?" Rita asked as she surveyed the room.

Doubts about actually going through with this crept into her mind. She had just agreed after seeing Bellatrix so... wild. It had brought on a lot of emotions: Fear, sadness, lust... She had pushed that last one away, but Bellatrix had looked so awake running in, slightly out of breath, then she noticed the redness to her eyes and tear stains that had dried. Remembering that helped her remember why she was doing this.

"mhm, only a few times though, and only once when it was something big." Bellatrix replied, she was looking through the books provided. "My parents wanted me to learn all spells that could be useful, better to master them now they said. Anyway, I had tutors explain everything about it to me and then I practiced on nothing and then on my sisters with small easy things like 'do you Narcissa Black swear to pick up this ring when you first can?' stuff like that. Then I practiced on house elves to make sure that if it was not fulfilled the other would actually die. Thankfully I only had to do that once because I got it right the first time."

"Are you joking?" Rita asked, a little scared,

"No," Bellatrix said casually, "Then when I was ready my mother had be administer one between Father and Andy." She continued,

"What was the vow?" Rita asked,

"Andy was promising father she would never tell someone what happened at home,"

Rita's face contorted in shock, Bellatrix didn't answer,

"OH! Got it! Rita come here." Bellatrix motioned for Rita to look at the page she had flipped to. "Read from her to the next section."

*******

"Done." Rita announced when she had finished reading the section.

"Ok!" Bellatrix chirped. it was unsettling to see her so excited, "So tell me what you learned,"

"An unbreakable vow is a promise between two administered by another party. If that promise is broken or not fulfilled the failing person will die. To perform one..."

Rita went on about every subject that long section had. When Bellatrix was satisfied she had Rita write it out and then make a draft fake one. It was tedious.

"Sorry for dragging you through all this but we can't practice on anyone so when you administer the one I need you to it will be the first time." Bellatrix said,

"Why don't you do it?" Rita asked,

"One of the people in the vow can't do it. It has to be a third party. I thought about asking Andy or Cissa since they know how to do it but I didn't want them asking questions or telling people."

"What? Wait? You're making a promise with someone that could get you killed?" Rita asked, her voice betrayed the concern and shock.

"Yes, but don't worry it's fine. He just wants me to do it so I don't back out." Bellatrix said, "I need information, he'll give it to me and then I do something to help him after."

"Who is he?" Rita asked, jealousy filled her body, would Bellatrix be promising to do something with some guy for information! Was it Rudolphus?

Rita had been jealous of Rudolphus, she didn't understand why until recently. It seemed as if Bellatrix and Rodolphus were flirting or at least spending time together. She couldn't deny they were suited to each other, both purebloods from powerful families, both moody and dark. It had been worse watching them dance together at Christmas, and then Trix had ditched her to go to a party with him.

"The bloody Baron." Bellatrix answered,

"TRIX!" Rita shouted, Bellatrix jumped, "HE'S A GHOST!"

"He's not that scary it's fine!" Bellatrix replied, off-put by Rita's outburst.

"NO YOU DAFT GIRL! HE CAN'T DIE HE'S A GHOST THE VOW WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HIM IF HE BROKE IT!"

Bellatrix realized this as Rita said it. But as she was trained to do, she searched for a loophole and quickly found one.

"We'll word it to say that I will fulfill one task for him only after he gives me the information I require."

Once again Rita was impressed by Bellatrix's abilities to work her way around anything.

"I don't want you doing something that could kill you." Rita said,

"You said you'd do anything for me." Bellatrix said, she had stopped writing and was now looking directly at Rita.

"I would!" Rita said nervously,

"OK, then trust me when I say it would be better for me to die than not get this information and don't ask more because I won't tell you." Bellatrix said and then continued scribbling.

*****

Rita wasn't sure how much time had passed when Bellatrix finally quit writing.

The whole time it had been a cycle when Bellatrix would write something, cross it out, re-write it, change it, transfer something onto a different page. Any time Rita said something Bellatrix shushed her.

"Ok, I've got it." Bellatrix said, she gave Rita the paper with the wording of the vow. Rita read it over.

*
Do you, Bellatrix Black swear to do one favor asked of you by the Bloody Baron after he reveals the information you are searching for?

*

"Why give him a vow if he won't die?" Rita asked after reading it,

"Just extra reassurance." Bellatrix replied. "Memorize that."

Rita began working to memorize it, each time she thought she had Bellatrix had her recite it then do it again.

By the time Bellatrix was satisfied Rita was certain the words were etched into the inside of her eyelids.

"I think you're ready, I'll take you to him." Bellatrix said finally.

"Wait!" Rita exclaimed, "Are you sure?" she wished she had more time, maybe Bellatrix would have second thoughts.

"Yes." Bellatrix said, there was ice in her veins and fire in her eyes.

The two girls snuck back to the common room and climbed the tower.

Bellatrix opened the door at the top and led Rita in.

"Bloody Baron?" She called into the swirling dust and shadows.

The ghost materialized, "Who is this?"

"Rita Skeeter, she's administering the vow." Bellatrix replied,

The ghost examined her for a moment, goosebumps crawled across her.

When satisfied he floated to Bellatrix who held out her arm.

"That doesn't work." The ghost said, "I can't touch you."

"Then how?" She asked, the ghost smiled, Bellatrix felt a chill at the sight before he disappeared. Before she could react the sensation of being frozen overcame her.

"Like this," The Baron hissed, but it was Bellatrix's mouth that said the words. "I'll take control of your right hand, you'll have your left. I'm sure you understand the rest."

Rita was horrified at the sight. When it was the Baron Trix's eyes glazed over and his creeping voice spilled out of her perfect lips.

The Baron's presence invaded her every nerve. Icy cold pangs that were so cold their burned ran through her body but she couldn't do anything until he retracted his grip on her mind and only controlled the right side of her body.

Bellatrix raised her hand and her left clasped it.

Rita took a breath and steadied herself.

"Do you, Bellatrix Black swear to do one favor asked of you by the Bloody Baron after he reveals the information you are searching for?"

"Yes," Bellatrix replied.

She could feel his emotions as truly as if they were her's. His anger, his sadness, his thirst for revenge, all of it encompassed her.

Rita flicked her wand and a gold thread coiled around their hands

"And Do you, Bloody Baron swear to tell Bellatrix Black the information she searches for?" Rita said, the tremor in her voice was slight but there.

Bellatrix's eyes glazed over, "Yes," His horrid voice replied.

Bellatrix was forced out of her mind again but she still watched everything the Baron did as if from the sidelines. She hated having him in her mind, it reminded her of her uncle and parents rifling through her thoughts as if they were old photographs being observed and scrutinized.

Rita flicked her wand again and another coil wrapped around their wrists.

Bellatrix wanted nothing more than for Rita to complete the spell so her mind would belong to her alone. She felt a flood of dark powerful magic crash into her as the Baron performed his own silent part of the spell. She did the same.

They stayed like that for a moment as Rita completed the spell, then the coils disappeared and with a whoosh the Baron left her and stood in front of them again.

He left her with a gasp and her head felt light. Her vision blurred and then righted after a moment.

The sensation reminded her of the time she had gotten the wind knocked out of her after her mother hit her with a jinx that sent her flying through the room and hitting the floor, hard.

The Baron stood before them, a grin on his face.

"Your friend should go. I have some information for you and only you." He said,

Rita wanted to protest but Bellatrix shot her a look and she left.

Chapter 42: Third year, 1965- Sacrifices

Notes:

I'm skipping information because there is now way I'm coming up with explanations for how what she's gonna do work when I'm not sure what she's doing.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

When Rita had gone, the baron turned back to Bellatrix,

"Interesting," He mused,

"What?" Bellatrix asked, he just smiled.

"What you're searching for, is dark blood magic. Specifically A sanguis obice potion."

"What is that?" She asked,

"If I told you that you wouldn't have to do any work." The baron replied, "But I will tell you where you can find information on such a thing."

A wispy map of hogsmeade appeared in the air. "On the edge of Hogsmeade, is a bar called the hog's head. Ask the owner about blood magic. He can help."

"Will he help is the question." Bellatrix replied,

"You're actions shall determine that." The ghost said, "Now my section of the vow is fulfilled. Time for yours."

"Alright," Bellatrix said, "What shall I do?"

"Nothing for the moment, but when I am in need of something, I shall call on you."

With that the Baron floated through the wall and left her.

******

January 28th, 1965

She recounted the interaction with Rita shortly after.

"That's not as helpful as it should've been." Rita said, "I mean you're at a ghost's mercy for information you still might not get."

The whole thing was ridiculous and poorly thought out, especially for Bellatrix.

"I'll get it and I'll do it. She said to Rita, desperation and fear lurked in her eyes. "I have to."

"You should rest. It's going to be morning." Rita replied, the two were in the bathroom of their dorm talking in hushed voices.

"Right," Bellatrix said, "We have class... When is the next Hogsmeade trip?"

Rita blew out a breath, "Valentines day I think,"

"That's in over two weeks!" Bellatrix groaned,

"You'll still have time till school's out to make the potion."

"What if it takes a really long time to make like those that take months!" Bellatrix said, her voice was agitated.

"Then you'll just need to wait! But honestly Trix, think. You can't do it now so sleep because we have classes and you're terrifying when you don't get rest."

"Ok, alright." Bellatrix said.

********

Their alarms went off a couple hours after Bellatrix finally dozed off. Thankfully she had been too tired to dream.

As she went about getting ready it seemed like the world was muffled, and as if her limbs were 50 kilos each.

Classes were a drag and Bellatrix was half in half out for the most part. Seemed like her nights of wake were catching up to her now. She wanted nothing more than to go back to bed; even worse she felt horrible mentally. She was so fatigued and any interactions further drained her.

******

January 30th, 1965

Bellatrix was so relieved the weekend had come. Yesterday she had been so exhausted that she had skipped the rest of her classes after lunch to go to the nurse.

She lay in her bed, alone. It was almost 12 pm and everyone else was gone, she hadn't even had the energy to reply to them.

She lay in a state of waking disassociation. For her time passed without any linear progress. One hour it felt like it had only been ten minutes, other hours seemed to drag on forever.

When she finally did move it was to use the bathroom.

Thoughts raced through her mind. Some scolding her for being so tired, so human. Others running through mistakes she's made. Some played out horrible scenarios.

*****

February 1st, 1965

She spent the weekend like that, she barely even ate or did anything. Her clothes were the same and her hair needed to be brushed. Sometimes she slept, but never for long and never deeply.

When monday came she tried to get up and go to her classes, but she just... couldn't. She didn't even speak, just refused to get out of bed. It brought her back to the day after Christmas of 1962.

Eventually Rita realized she would be late if she didn't leave Bellatrix.

She ended up having to tell all the teachers she was sick and staying in her dorm.

Bellatrix didn't register anything happened, and when she did she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it.

At one point the nurse came in a checked on her. She declared Bellatrix was actually sick but didn't need to go to the hospital wing.

Rita gave her the work she had missed, Bellatrix didn't even move to do it.

Rita ended up doing it for her.

She was so concerned for her friend. It was so different from the normal Bellatrix, and she just wanted it to return to that.

******

February 3rd. 1965

Bellatrix's sisters stopped by to check on her.

At this point it had nearly been 5 days since she showered or even brushed her teeth.

She was rotting in her own bed, in her own skin.

Rita tried, I mean really tried, to keep Bellatrix comfortable. Sometimes she would have a fit of energy and try and wash up or feed herself but it never lasted long. Rita would wipe her face with wet towels to try and keep her clean, at some point she dragged Bella out of bed and made her brush her teeth.

Work had piled up, and even as Rita tried to do it there was always more. The nurse stopped by again, gave Bellatrix some potion, it didn't help because there was nothing physically wrong with her.

Teacher were getting fed up and a couple rumors had started that Rita quickly shut down, or tried to anyway.

Normally she loved gossip but when it was Trix it was different.

******

February 5th, 1965

Rita finally forced Bellatrix to get up. She pulled her into the shower and didn't let her out until she started cleaning.

Bellatrix used her wand for most of the process and then tried to get back in bed but Rita wouldn't let her.

"This can't go on Trix! It's killing me and it's killing you!" Rita argued, Bellatrix sat silently. "It's friday and you're going to classes and then doing your bloody work and then this weekend we are going to do things and then the next weekend is the Hogsmeade trip!"

Bellatrix didn't reply, but she did get up and go to classes.

******

February 6th, 1965

Bellatrix was still a little out of it but it wasn't nearly as hard anymore, Rita helped a lot.

******

February 14th, 1965

Today was the day. Today was the day Bellatrix and Rita would go to Hogsmeade and then to the hog's head.

It was crisp outside, the girls wore tights under their school skirts and a light cloak, Bellatrix had brought her quidditch jumper just in case.

They set off down the cobblestone path to the town. Bellatrix ran over everything she knew. Suddenly making an unbreakable vow seemed foolish, who knows what the Bloody Baron would ask of her.

Rita's nose and hands were red from the wind which made the air colder. She shivered,

"Want my jumper?" Bellatrix asked, she untied it from around her waist and handed it to Rita.

"Thanks," Rita replied, she pulled the jumper over her head. It was bigger on her than it was on Bellatrix, plus usually Bellatrix wore it with quidditch pads and other clothes underneath.

In Hogsmeade flowers and hearts were everywhere for valentines day. Couples were snogging everywhere. It made Bellatrix sick, even more so when she would see a pureblood with a halfblood or mudblood which wasn't a lot but still. Her face twisted into a grimace and Rita stifled a laugh.

"We should go into the tea place!" Rita exclaimed, "The one with all the hearts and flowers and couples-"

"Oh shut it Skeeter," Bellatrix groaned, Rita laughed.

As they continued down the path to where the Baron had said the Hog's head was. There were few people on the street, and those that were looked shady. It didn't bother Bellatrix much, she had been to Knockturn Alley a few times; Rita on the other hand, grew more uneasy every second.

Some animal knocked a can over and she jumped out of her skin.

The Hog's head was... something. It was dark and smelled like dark magic and dust. The windows were coated in grime and if not. for the wooden open sign hung on the door Bellatrix would've thought it abandoned. Over the top of the door was a rather attractive pig head. Still, it wasn't worse than the house-elf heads at her house.

Bellatrix pushed open the door, Rita stood half-hidden behind her. Inside a red glow illuminated the room, all the chairs and tables were wood and the floor looked like no one had swept in a decade.

No one was in sight. The door shut behind the girls rather loudly.

"I don't think anyone is here," Rita whispered,

"It said open." Bellatrix replied, not even caring to lower her voice. "HELLO?" She called,

Rita grabbed her arm, she wasn't sure whether it was to lead Trix out or for stability.

There was shuffling in the back before a figure emerged behind the counter.

"Wha'd ya wan?" He asked gruffly, "yer a litt'l young to be drinkin'"

"I need some information..." Bellatrix said, she stepped closer to the counter, the man's face was covered by the shadow of his hood. "The Bloody Baron said you might be able to help."

"Did he now?" He replied,

"Yes," Bellatrix replied,

"And who're ya, to com'in ere askin questions?"

"Bellatrix Black,"

"I might 'ave whatcha need, dependin' on what ya can give me."

Bellatrix pulled out the velvet sac of money. "I have money."

"How much?" He eyed the bag greedily,

"Depends on what you can do for me." Bellatrix replied, Rita tensed,

The man surveyed her for a moment before nodding. "Follow me," He replied, "Yer friend stays."

Without waiting for a response he turned and headed towards the door he entered from.

Bellatrix turned to Rita, "I'll be right back, if something happens run." Then she turned back and hurried after the man.

He led her through a hallway and into a storage cellar, it smelled strongly of liquor and reminded Bellatrix of her father. She wanted to gag.

The man pulled a string and a single light bulb came alight, then he sat on a crate and motioned for Bellatrix to sit.

She remained standing, "I need information on a saguis obice potion."

He grunted, "Blood magic, dark blood magic no less." Bellatrix crossed her arms, "And what do ye need that fer?"

"That's my business." She sniffed, she didn't want to tell anyone else about what happened in her home, the Baron was one thing, the man before her was another.

He sat still for a moment before extending his hand, it was caked with dirt and littered with scars.

Bellatrix pulled out the pouch and dropped a galleon in his hand, he didn't move. Bellatrix sighed and dropped five more into the gnarled hands.

His fist closed around the money and he rose, "Stay 'ere," He grunted.

He left the cellar through another door Bellatrix hadn't noticed. Her heart was racing, still she was grateful her money did a lot of talking.

It had been nearly five minutes since the man had left when he finally returned. He took his seat on the crate and opened the inside of his coat before producing a scroll that was yellow with age.

Bellatrix reached for the scroll but the man jerked it back, confusion washed over her face and then he extended his hand.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and dropped five more galleons into his hand. He opened the scroll for Bellatrix to see but didn't let her touch it. The handwriting was faded and messy but there were instructions and ingredients listed.

"How much for the scroll?" Bellatrix asked,

"It's not for sale." He replied,

Bellatrix emptied the contents of the pouch into her hand. There were fifteen galleons, 17 sickles, and 20 knuts.

"How about now?" She asked, "I'm not an idiot, I know it's a copy and this is seriously overpriced, but I need it."

He seemed to be waging an internal debate with himself and as the minutes passed Bellatrix grew impatient.

"Fine." She said after nearly five minutes, she returned the money to it's pouch and started to leave.

"Sold." The man said, Bellatrix stopped and turned. The man held the scroll out for her to take and his other hand for the money.

She walked towards him and dropped the pouch in his hand as he handed her the scroll.

She quickly stuffed it in her cloak and walked back out the door they had come through, the whole time she was worried he would change his mind but he didn't.

Rita was pacing around the room when she returned and practically knocked her over when she came out.

"Thank Merlin you're okay. This is really stupid Trix, really really stupid."

"It's necessary." Bellatrix replied, then she took a breath, "And I'm sorry but you can't be a part of this anymore, I have to do the rest on my own and I can't tell you."

"What? No!" Rita exclaimed,

"Yes, it's dangerous." Bellatrix replied,

"But you're doing it!"

Bellatrix smiled, "It's my problem, and I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt or in trouble for me. Please, trust me when I say having you would just put me at more risk, I can't do this without knowing you're safe."

Tears welled in Rita's eyes, "How dangerous is it for you? And tell me the truth Trix."

Bellatrix looked down, "I'm more worried about what would happen if I failed or was caught."

"That's not an answer."

"If I don't get this right, don't tell Cissa or Reg or anyone what I was actually doing, and take care of them."

******

February 15th, 1965

It was nearly midnight when Bellatrix slipped out of bed. She had made Rita sleep on her own tonight as she looked over the things she would need for the potion. The good thing was that the potion didn't take time, the bad thing was that in order to cover all she needed to and have enough to slip into her sisters' and cousins' drinks she would need a lot of her own blood.

Other than the liquid running through her veins, the potion required a few other things she needed to sneak into Slughorn's potions closet to get. Thankfully he never took stock, he wouldn't even notice the five little things Bellatrix needed were missing.

She crept through the dark halls, trying her best to stop her footsteps from echoing.

Slughorn's office wasn't far from the common room but it felt like it took an hour for her to get there.

As quietly as she could she twisted the knob and cracked open the door, wincing at the creaking sound it made.

She slipped in and closed the door behind her before casting a silencing charm.

"Lumos,"

She walked over to the closet Slughorn kept all the ingredients.

She opened the door. There were so many bottles of merlin-knows-what lining the shelves.

If she hadn't been a witch, and a very good one, it would've taken hours to find what she needed.

"Accio crushed Thestral rib."

"Accio vampire fang"

"Accio Mandrake root"

"Accio Arachnid Major Eye"

"Accio basilisk scale"

One by one the bottles of ingredients floated down to Bellatrix and she stored each one carefully in the cloth she had brought.

As quietly and carefully as she had come, she was gone and back in her dorm before anyone could notice. She stashed the stolen ingredients in a pocket of her trunk before locking it with a password charm.

Notes:

Manic depressive ep after a episode of mania.

Chapter 43: Third year, 1965- Waiting

Summary:

Sending Bella on her like tenth side quest

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

February 20th, 1965

Bellatrix had all the ingredients, except one, but that would have to wait till her plan could be put in motion, so as she waited for summer to come, life went on.

******NARCISSA********

Narcissa was walking through the halls with Christina when Rita turned the corner and ran into them.

"Watch it!" Christina shrieked,

"Oh sorry," Rita replied, "Bye Cissa,"

And with that she walked off,

"You know her?" Christina asked, disgust written on her face. While Narcissa wasn't Rita's biggest fan, she loved her sister, and hated her 'friends'

Narcissa straightened, "Yes, she's my sister's friend, Rita."

"Andromeda?"

"Bellatrix."

For some reason people assumed Narcissa was talking about Andromeda whenever it was something good, as if it was unheard of for Bellatrix to be kind, or have friends.

"Really?" Christina asked, she turned, staring at where Rita had walked off to,

"Yes, really." Narcissa rolled her eyes.

"Why? Bellatrix is so... forgive me, but your sister is a raging bitch and Rita is so... not." Christina said,

"My sister is not..." She trailed off, foul language wasn't allowed at the house, they needed to express themselves with class. "Point is, Rita is horrible."

Christina raised her eyebrows,

"Whatever." Narcissa muttered.

****ANDROMEDA*****

Andromeda and Ted sat in the library to study for their potions exam. For some reason Ted was good at potions, Andromeda had trouble following instructions.

"It's really just like baking!" Ted said,

"What?" Andromeda asked,

"Baking, like making food."

"I never make food." Andromeda replied,

"Right!" Ted said, a smile broke out on his face, "You have a thousand butlers!" He laughed,

Andromeda smiled, "House elves actually, and only one, unless you count my Uncle's, then two."

"So you've never baked?" Ted asked,

"No," Andromeda replied, her cheeks grew red, sometimes she wished her family had just been normal, maybe then they would be like Ted and his friends, not broken.

*****NARCISSA******

Narcissa and Christina entered the library, Narcissa stopped short at the sight of Andromeda with that hufflepuff mudblood again. She gritted her teeth, it wasn't like she had a problem with it personally, but if people found out it would get them all in a lot of trouble. It was a wonder Bellatrix didn't know yet, if she did surely a stop would've been put to it.

Bellatrix... Her thoughts drifted back to her eldest sister. The one who held her when they were little, at the time Bellatrix had seemed so much older, but she had only ever been a kid; she still seemed older, worn down by the weight of the family. The sister who would entertain her and Andromeda, and then Sirius and Regulus when they were born; she'd create magical stories that seemed real. The sister who had taken the blame for things her and Andy had done, her screams echoed through the house that one time Narcissa broke a vase, she never did anything wrong after that. The sister who then turned her wand onto the very sisters she took the blame for at her parent's orders. The sister who tried to protect them from everything, who had tried her hardest, and still failed.

Despite her best efforts, Narcissa experienced the horrors of their family. Their mother's hand, their father's curses, their aunt's sharp tongue, their uncle's violations. All of it.

She shook herself from the thoughts and walked over to Andromeda.

Andy didn't notice at first Narcissa stood before her.

"Andromeda," Narcissa said,

Andy looked up, her smile vanished, she looked so guilty, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have.

Narcissa felt bad, she stood over Andromeda the way their mother would, and Andromeda sat there with the same guilty look.

"Narcissa," Andromeda replied,

"Oh!" Ted exclaimed, "You're Narcissa, Andy's sister. I don't know if you remember but we kinda met, well I think you saw me, and I saw you. Anyways, I'm Ted. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake, Narcissa looked him up and down before turning back to her sister.

Christina watched Ted with a look of disgust written on her face. Sometimes Narcissa wondered if that was just the way her face looked, as if she smelled something unpleasant.

Ted lowered his hand awkwardly,

"What are you two doing?" Narcissa asked,

"Studying." Andromeda replied,

"With him?" Narcissa wrinkled her nose, "You're grades aren't good enough to tutor someone. I'll assume he's the reason you're not doing well, honestly Andy if you're going to study do so with Bellatrix or me."

"You are still a first year." Andromeda replied,

"I bet I could pass your classes." Narcissa replied, "But fine, ask Bellatrix."

"She's busy."

"She helps me when I ask." Narcissa countered,

"Yes because you're her favorite. She has never once helped me!" Andromeda replied, "And besides, Ted is helping me! And he is smart."

Narcissa lowered her voice, "Honestly Andy, you need better company." She spit, "He just isn't as good as us, you'll never succeed if you go on like this." She shot a nasty glare at Ted. Maybe hate had been beaten into her, maybe fear had, either way, the end was the same.

Ted stood awkwardly, hearing every word because Narcissa didn't really care if he did or didn't.

"I'm doing well with him!" Andromeda replied, Narcissa scoffed,

"She is," Ted said, Narcissa turned to him, her upper lip curling the way their mother's did. "She's getting mostly E's and a few A's." He continued,

"Anything below an O is unacceptable for a Black, for someone like you, it's expected, you just can't get higher." Narcissa hissed, she turned back to Andromeda, "I'll tell mother and father if you continue with this."

"I'm not doing anything wrong!" Andromeda protested,

"Then you have nothing to worry about when I tell them, or you could tell them."

Andromeda's mouth gaped open,

"Right." Narcissa said,

"You wouldn't tell, you and Bella would be in just as much trouble, Bella might be in more, and you'd never want to endanger your darling older sister, who for the record, only cares for herself!" Andromeda's voice rose to a shout.

"You have no idea what Bellatrix does for me, for us!" Narcissa replied, slander of her sister wasn't permitted, "You're being so selfish Andromeda!"

"Excuse me for wanting to be happy, and if that makes me selfish so be it." Andromeda said, "I'd rather be selfish than a slave to the family." She had risen from her chair now and started to walk away when Narcissa grabbed her sleeve, Andromeda turned to her sister and leaned in. "I'll get out if it's the last thing I do Cissa, and you should too." She jerked her arm from Narcissa's grip.

With that, Andromeda walked off. Leaving Narcissa with that last sentence, whispered so quietly no one else could hear.

Ted followed after Andy, and Christina looked around the library,

"Let's go study somewhere else." She said, "It reeks of mudblood."

*******ANDROMEDA*******

Hot tears ran down her face, she had managed to keep them in until she left the confines of the library. She heard Ted calling after her, but she didn't stop.

She began to run, not even sure where she was going.

She only stopped when her legs felt like giving out and she couldn't breathe.

She gasped for air, as sobs racked her body. She couldn't breathe, the world blurred, her hands shook, tears blinded her and she gasped and spluttered. Her heart pounded in her chest, she felt like she was dying.

Suddenly someone was there, rubbing circles on her back and talking in a soothing voice. Slowly she started to hear the words being spoken.

"It's alright, you're okay. Breathe. In, out, in, out."

Andromeda listened to the voice, and calmed her breathing, the world steadied and she looked up to find Professor Mcgonagall sitting with her on the floor.

Tears welled again in Andromeda's eyes, but her breathing was better now.

"I'm sorry," She choked out,

"You've nothing to apologize for." Mcgonagall said,

Andromeda wanted to be held, she wanted her mom, not really, but she wanted a mom, like the ones her friends told her stories about. Tears ran down her cheeks again and she leaned into the teacher her enveloped her in a tight hug.

"It's alright." She repeated over and over.

And for the first time, Andromeda really believed it.

*****BELLATRIX*****

March 7th, 1965

Bellatrix sat in her Ancient class taking her exam. The only sound was the scratch of twenty quills on parchment.

It wasn't one of her favorite classes, not enough actually practicing, she preferred that to paper and quill, Rita was always a better writer, Bellatrix's writing was too stiff and mechanical, unfeeling.

Still, the test was easy and she was first to finish.

The second the bell rang she ducked into a closet to use the time turner, she had field studies with Rita at the same time as ancient ruins. Just a turn and she was back an hour and heading outside and catching up with Rita.

"Hey! There you are!" Rita said as they walked side by side to professor Lomin.

"Class, today we're going over real life defenses because it had come to my attention some students..." And at this he paused, seeming to look directly at Bellatrix, but maybe she had imagined it. "have been using unfriendly spells on school grounds." Ok maybe she hadn't imagined it.

Maybe she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. If anything other students being able to defend themselves from her hexes would just make it more challenging.

"Miss Black," Professor Lomin said,

"Sir."

"Care to demonstrate a hex?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, this was a challenge. She held her head high and stepped forward.

"My pleasure." She said, her voice laced with fake politeness,

"Whenever you're ready."

Before he even finished his sentence Bellatrix's wand was raised as she fired an engorging hex at the professor's head. He conjured some sort of invisible wall that sent the hex hurling back at Bellatrix who barely had enough time to dissipate the spell.

Bellatrix clenched her teeth, upset at being out-done.

"Very good," The professor said, Bellatrix returned to her place with the class. "Now, the biggest downfall of the people casting hexes is they aim for the obvious target, and they don't expect any retaliation. As Bellatrix demonstrated she went for my head, which was expected. What she didn't expect was for me to return her own hex to her, this is a good way to defend yourself without actually hexing someone back."

"You alright?" Rita whispered,

"Fine," Bellatrix replied, tense as a board,

She had fumbled for a split second as her own hex came back at her, she nearly got hit.

The professor continued explaining the spell, a simple reflection charm.

"Now, I've assigned partners for you to practice this with, remember, small jinxes to start! If you can't undo it yourself don't cast it." The professor said, he began reading off pairs of students, Bellatrix listened intently for her name. "Rita and Cassie, and finally Bellatrix you'll be with me since we have an uneven number."

Rita smiled at Bellatrix encouragingly and went off with Cassie, leaving Bellatrix to the professor.

Without warning he fired a hex at her, she was already on edge so without a second thought she cast the charm he had just taught her. The spell flew back at him and with a flick of his wand it was gone.

She drew her wand and fired a reduction hex at the professor's arm, taking him by surprise, he clearly was expecting her to go for another target. Still he sent up the charm and when it fired back at Bellatrix she was ready. With a flick of her wand the hex dissolved.

The back and forth reminded her of dueling with her father, except the curses were always worse with them.

She got caught up in the frenzy of clashing hexes and grew more frustrated each time he blocked one of her spells. She didn't care that the objective was blocking, if she wasn't hitting him she was losing.

He blocked yet another hex of her's, she let out a shout of frustration and without thinking fired a strong stinging cruse as his legs. It hit home, and he yelped and dropped his wand. She had been hit with that spell too many times, it felt like a million jellyfish wrapped around that part of your body.

Bellatrix smiled smugly as his face remained twisted in a grimace. He grabbed his wand and cast another spell that stopped the pain, as he straightened Bellatrix expected anger in his eyes, but there was only satisfaction and a hint of pride.

*****

Bellatrix spent the rest of the day waiting to be reprimanded, but it never came.

What did come, was The bloody Baron. As Bellatrix walked back from the library the ghost appeared before her. She startled,

"Bellatrix," He said,

"Hello," She replied, "Do you have something for me?"

He smiled, at least he tried to.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. There is something very special to me, right here in Hogwarts and I need you to retrieve it for me."

Bellatrix wanted to ask why he couldn't do it himself but the Baron had a short temper and she had yet to upset him so she wasn't going to start now.

"It's found in the Ravenclaw common room, it's a necklace that was stolen from me a long time ago." He conjured up a holographic image of a golden chain with a blue gem hanging from it. "Find this, return it to me, and your favor is completed."

With that, he left.

Bellatrix was a little surprised that was all he had asked, it was such a small thing to do.

******

March 9th, 1965

Bellatrix had conjured a perfect plan to sneak into Ravenclaw's common room, she simply transfigured her uniform to ravenclaw's and followed two students to their common room, they even opened the door for her.

The baron hadn't said where it would be.

The task became more challenging as she entered the common room. It was big, the ceiling was tall and painted like the night sky. A tower stood in each corner of the room, two were the dorms. A tall statue stood in the middle of the room.

"Accio Necklace,"

Nothing, so there was some sort of enchantment on the necklace.

*****

She searched the common room for an hour, she was ready to give up. As she sat on a couch next to the statue something caught her eye. At the top of the statue was a blue gem, Bellatrix smiled, she had found it, and when everyone went to sleep, she would retrieve it, and then her debt would be paid.

*****

March 10th, 1965

It was three am, Bellatrix had snuck out earlier and gotten her broom, then she returned to the common room. It was a riddle to open it, one she solved quickly.

Now she hovered at the statue's head, prying the gem from the top of its head. The chain had been around its neck, it was so thin you couldn't see it from far away.

She tried to be delicate but it just wasn't working. She transfigured a lamp into a knife and began to pry the gem out of the stone. She wedged the blade into a crevice and pulled.

As she did the gem came flying out, she caught it before it began to fall.

With the gem and chain she snuck out of the ravenclaw common room, back to put her broom away, and then to the tower where she first found the bloody Baron.

The ghost sat there, Bellatrix presented him the gem and chain wordlessly. As she did something snapped inside her, the vow had been completed. Relief flooded her senses, she was off the hook, and she had what she needed.

Notes:

ugh this is rigged, I want it to be summeerrr, I want them to go to franceee and see the quidditch world cuppppp. I hate school guys.

Chapter 44: Third year, 1965- Please don't ever become a stranger

Summary:

Idk I just started writing, also I'm trying so freaking hard not to start writing a new fic but I had a rlly good idea.

Notes:

Me: Writes quidditch

Me after writing two lines about quidditch: What the fuck else does she do? Ima switch to Rita's pov

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

March 15th, 1965

"So it's done?" Rita asked,

the girls were sitting in the library studying for an exam, there was a quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin today, Bellatrix was petty enough to skip it after being suspended from playing.

"Yes," Bellatrix replied, not giving any extra information, they both knew what they were talking about.

For such a dark potion it didn't really require much skill, unless not bleeding out is considered a skill, then again, nowadays mediocrity seemed to be a skill. Pathetic.

"I'm sure next year you'll be allowed to play again," Rita said,

"I'd better be, Rudolphus will be captain." Bellatrix replied, her oh so dear future fiancée,

"What do you mean?" Rita asked,

"Oh nothing," Bellatrix said quickly, it wasn't a secret they were arranged to be married, but she hadn't exactly broadcast it, only the family knew. Rudolphus and Bellatrix seemed happier that way, so who cared.

Then again, if it wasn't such a big deal, (She always knew she'd be arranged to someone after all) why did it feel like a heavy stone in her stomach, why did the thought of telling Rita make her want to throw up and scream?

Bellatrix looked up, Rita was writing, her green quill danced delicately on the parchment as she wrote words that were worthy of bringing wars to an end. She did always have a way with them, almost like a trail of ink drew in anyone who read her pages like a bloodhound to a steak. It left people wanting the next page, the next story.

Her blonde hair fell delicately over her face. Her red glasses were slightly crooked as she scrunched up her face in concentration. She always looked mad when she wrote. Bellatrix thought it was a wonder not everyone found her impossible to tear their eyes away from her beauty. They were all unworthy anyway.

Rita stopped writing and looked up to find Bellatrix already staring at her.

"What?" Rita asked,

"Nothing," Bellatrix said quickly looking away, "Oh, how's Long story short going? I haven't seen a new edition in a while."

Rita waved her hand, "I quit that months ago."

"What? Why?"

"I submitted a proposal to Dumbledore about letting me start a school newsletter. It's much more refined, plus if I want to be a real journalist this will look good on applications." Rita replied,

"What did he say?"

"Nothing yet, but I just turned it in a few days ago."

"Like that old bat has anything better to do," Bellatrix muttered, Rita giggled,

*****

When Bellatrix and Rita entered the common room they expected at least a small celebration from Slytherin for winning the match, they had been wiping the floor with Gryffindor all year; but when they entered a few students were moping about, and everything was quiet.

"Merlin, who died?" Rita whispered as they made their way to their dorm.

Alecto sat on the floor of their dorm staring aimlessly at the ceiling, Eliza looked concerned.

"Oh thank Merlin." Eliza exclaimed as Bellatrix and Rita entered, "It's been like this since the match! Please Bellatrix, tell her it's not the end of the world. You lost one match."

"You lost?" Bellatrix asked, her voice betrayed her annoyance,

"Not helping!" Eliza snapped,

"What happened?" Bellatrix asked,

Alecto sat up and turned to her, "Our fill in seeker for you is shit." With that Alecto didn't say more and laid back down.

"We were up, by like a lot, like 100-0, then the stupid Gryffindor seeker caught the bloody snitch so it didn't even matter." Eliza informed her,

"The worst part is your sub wasn't even close." Alecto groaned, "Can't you talk to Sebastian? Get him to let you play. I'm sure if you just apologize-"

"I'm not apologizing!" Bellatrix interrupted,

"Come on!" Alecto groaned, "We need you back Black!"

"Then he can come ask for me to play again, or find another sub who doesn't suck." Bellatrix replied,

"But you like playing quidditch! So just apologize and you'll be our seeker again! Are you seriously going to let your own pride get in your way?"

"I'm not going to apologize when I did nothing wrong." Bellatrix snapped,

"Would you rather be right or happy?" Alecto asked

"I'm happy when I'm right." Bellatrix countered,

"Merlin you're stubborn."

*****

March 16th, 1965

The next morning the Gryffindors were still celebrating the win, some of them throwing taunts across the great hall.

Sebastian was arguing with Rudolphus about something, from the glances they both kept shooting at Bellatrix she figured it was about her. She pretended not to notice.

******

March 30th, 1965

Today was the last quidditch match of the season, it was between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Since Bellatrix's suspension, Slytherin had lost 3/4 matches, and one they only won because they scored an extra goal putting them ten points above Hufflepuff as their seeker caught the snitch.

If they lost this game the cup would go to Gryffindor.

Bellatrix did care, but she pretended not to.

"Are you going to the game?" Eliza asked as she was heading out the door,

"No," Bellatrix replied, "I don't need to watch us be embarrassed."

Eliza rolled her eyes and left.

Ten minutes later and all Bellatrix could think about was what was happening in the game, even as she feigned reading.

"I know it's killing you." Rita said,

"I've not the faintest clue of what you speak of." Bellatrix replied,

"You talk like you're with your family when you're on edge," Rita said, "It's your tell. You do it when you lie as well."

"Well I hardly ever lie, not here anyway."

She couldn't even count the number of times she lied at home.

******RUDOLPHUS********

The match was going horribly, Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied and their seeker was flying around aimlessly.

He had to admit, as bitchy as Bellatrix was, she was talented. You could say a lot about her, but you couldn't say she wasn't a damn good witch.

They were taking a time out now, Rudolphus flew over to Sebastian. They had been having the same argument over the past month since he suspended Bellatrix.

"You've got to call her back in!" He yelled, the wind was raging and hard to talk over,

"No I don't!" Sebastian yelled back,

"Mate! We've been getting our asses handed to us since you benched her! Not even Slughorn would have her benched and especially not now when we're losing this bad! We're going to lose the cup without her!"

Sebastian knew he was right, "She needs to learn she's not invincible! One day she'll pick a battle she can't win."

"I don't think there's a battle she can't win." Rudolphus replied,

"Maybe not but she'll let her guard down and that's when her opponent with strike." Sebastian said grimly,

"Well that's not our current problem." Rudolphus replied,

Sebastian seemed to debate with himself for a few moments,

"Get her little sister to find her." Sebastian said finally, "Have her tell Bellatrix to get her broom." With that he flew off to ask the reff for another few minutes timeout.

Rudolphus smirked and flew over to Narcissa, "Where's Bellatrix?" He asked,

"Her dorm I think," Narcissa answered,

"Go get her, tell her Sebastian told her she can play." Rudolphus ordered,

*****BELLATRIX*****

A knock sounded on her door,

"Come in!" She called,

Rita had gone down to the kitchen to have the house elves give them food, so other than Bellatrix the dorm was empty.

Narcissa opened the door and walked in, Bellatrix looked up from the book she was 'reading' (she had been on the same page for ten minutes because she kept getting distracted thinking about the game and then forgetting what she read.)

"Aren't you supposed to be at the game?" Bellatrix asked,

"Rudolphus sent me here to come get you." Narcissa replied,

"Tell him I'm not just going to come and sit there." Bellatrix snapped,

"He said Sebastian wants you to play."

"Yeah right."

"Seriously. His exact words were "Tell her to grab her broom"

Bellatrix smirked, "I'll be down in a second, grab my broom from the shed and meet me outside."

She shooed her sister out of the room and quickly pulled on her uniform before scribbling a note to Rita and then rushing downstairs as she tied her hair back.

Narcissa met Bella outside with her broom, Bellatrix grabbed it and flew over to the stadium.

She spotted Rudolphus looking around anxiously and flew over to him.

"Miss me?" Bellatrix taunted, she could hardly contain her smile, his face broke into a grin as well,

"I never thought I'd be happy to see you." He said, "SEBASTIAN!"

Sebastian came flying over, "Ready?" He asked,

"I'm going in?" Bellatrix grinned,

Sebastian rolled his eyes and flew onto the pitch. Bellatrix shot a look at Rudolphus and followed.

Alecto flew up to her when she got into position,

"You're back!" Alecto exclaimed

"I'm back." Bellatrix replied,

"And seeker Bellatrix Black is being brought back off the bench after Slytherin's string of losses when she was MIA!"

Some Ravenclaw was doing the announcements,

The whistle blew and Bellatrix took off looking for the snitch. She really had missed the way the wind blew through her hair as she soared through the air.

Slytherin scored a couple more goals as Bellatrix's eyes scanned the air.

"It seems like just having her back is boosting the team's performance!"

*****RITA*****

Rita returned to the dorm with a plate of scones to find Bellatrix missing. In her place was a note,

*Cissa came by, Sebastian's letting me play because I'm too good and they keep losing without me. I'm on the quidditch pitch, come see me. We can celebrate after the game.

Love Trix,*

Rita rushed out of the dorm and practically ran to the quidditch pitch.

When she got there she was out of breath as she joined Eliza in the stands.

Bellatrix was circling the air like a hawk, her whole body was tense under her uniform, poised to shoot off after the snitch at any moment. Slytherin was up by fifty now, and that wouldn't even matter if Bellatrix wasn't out there going after the snitch.

Suddenly she stopped, her focus locked onto something, she braced like a cat about to pounce before shooting off after the snitch.

She sliced through the air, it took the Gryffindor seeker a second to figure out what was going on, and by the time he started after her, it was too late. The snitch was practically her's.

Cheers rang out from the audience as Bellatrix reached forward and grabbed the snitch. The whistle blew, the game was over, Slytherin had won. They had secured the quidditch cup. It all happened so fast within a few minutes of Bellatrix being brought back in.

The team landed and everyone rushed to her, her face was glowing as she took in all the attention and admiration.

They even lifted her onto their shoulders and paraded around the pitch a few times. Even Sebastian was cheering.

*****BELLATRIX*****

Shouts rang out in the Slytherin common room that night as they all celebrated. For a good ten or fifteen minutes she had been the center of the focus but when some stronger beverages were brought out she was allowed to slip into the back with Rita. They sat by their window with it cracked letting the cool night air fill the room, they tried to breathe most of that instead of the strong smell of sweat, firewhiskey, fag smoke, and something else.

Still, as unpleasant and loud as it was, Bellatrix enjoyed it; her own little bit of freedom, her own chaos. She had sent Andromeda and Narcissa up with the rest of the first and second years earlier so she didn't have to worry about them.

Eliza came over, she had taken a drink of something, she stumbled slightly.

"RITA!" She called, "Dance with me!" Her speech was slurred,

"No, it's ok." Rita said, she was smiling.

Bellatrix had seen her watching the people dancing, maybe wistfully,

"Go, have fun." Bellatrix urged, she didn't love the thought, but whatever, maybe she would join when everyone was too drunk to remember it.

"YESSS!" Eliza exclaimed, Rita smiled and followed her into the crowd. Bellatrix watched until she lost sight of her between the bodies.

*****RUDOLPHUS******

"I hate to admit it," Rudolphus slurred, "But Black saved our asses today!" He was yelling slightly to be heard over the din of the party.

"That she did." Sebastian replied, equally inebriated,

Rudolphus looked over to where Bellatrix sat alone staring out the window. Not sadly, in fact she looked perfectly content to stay in her own corner of the world. Something about it made her a little more appealing. She was quite pretty without a snarl or scowl on her face, it was undeniable.

Her fiery personality was something he once thought to hate, it had been intimidating, not that he would ever admit that. Now that fire ragged like an inferno, and he liked the heat. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his blood, maybe it was the dopamine of the win, but he couldn't help but think he quite lovely. He found himself thinking she wasn't the worst person to be tied to.

******BELLATRIX******

Rita had been smart enough not to drink, Eliza however was hammered after one drink and Rita and Bellatrix ended up practically carrying her back to the dorm and then holding her hair as she threw up. Alecto came up later after Eliza had fallen asleep in the bathroom, passed out was a better word. She had gone straight to bed.

Rita layed in Bellatrix's bed, the two girls were still, not daring to move in case it would break the spell. For this little window of time they were together, for this little window of time they could imagine futures that would never come to be, for this little window of time, Bellatrix could let herself feel what she felt for Skeeter without waves of guilt and denial drowning crashing over her like a tsunami.

Just for this little window of time.

******

April 3rd, 1965

When Bellatrix wasn't busy, her mind fell back to the potion that would save her sisters and cousins.

She found herself re-reading over the instructions, she knew it all my heart now. All it took was ingesting all the ingredients 24 hours before drawing blood. She'd done the calculations, she'd need about a liter and a half of blood. It was a lot, but not enough that she'd need someone else's help, worst comes to worst she'd only coat her sisters and cousins doors.

While she didn't bite her nails, the skin around them was picked until it bled. She refused to put a bandaid on it, she just wiped it off on a sock.

"Trixxieeee," Rita said in a sing-song voice as she waltzed into their dorm.

"Rita," Bellatrix replied, she kept her eyes on the potions book she was studying.

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"We're facing our Boggarts in DADA tomorrow!" Rita informed,

"Oh," Bellatrix replied, her last boggart had been Orion. That was two years ago now, she hoped it had changed.

"I'm excited, my last boggart was..." Rita paused, "Well never mind, but I think it's changed now. I hope anyway."

"Me too," Bellatrix muttered,

*******

April 4th, 1965

Bellatrix sat in Slughorn's office, he wasn't there.

Suddenly the door opened and Slughorn walked in, Orion came in behind him. Bellatrix froze, she had done something seriously wrong if her family had been called. Maybe Slughorn knew about the potions ingredients, maybe she was being expelled.

Slughorn sat at his desk and Orion took a chair beside Bellatrix.

"I assume you know why we're here?" Slughorn asked,

"No sir," Bellatrix replied, she forced her voice to stay normal,

"Lies." Orion hissed, he pulled out his wand-

Bellatrix shot up in her bed, it was a dream, it had been a dream.

Still, it felt real. She felt a wisp of the pain she knew would have come.

She wished she could think it was fake, that it didn't happen. But it did, maybe not just then, but it was real. It wasn't something made up by her subconscious.

The sun was coming up so she didn't have to worry about falling back asleep.

Deep breaths,

Breathing in,

2

3

4,

Breathing out,

2

3

4,

*****

Defense against the dark arts came along far too quickly and Bellatrix was so scared of everyone finding out what she was scared of. The answer should've been nothing, she was too strong to have fears.

The class filed into the room and the professor began talking about boggarts, all things Bellatrix knew. Boggarts had been a punishment at her house since they were children. It was easy to convince a child there were monsters lurking in every corner.

Back then her boggarts had consisted of failure, disease, and small spaces.

She desperately wished they had stayed as those.

Too soon, they had started, Bellatrix decided to go in the middle of everyone, that way it would be forgettable. Rita went before her.

Eliza had gone first, her boggart was a mirror with a hideous reflection in it.

Some others went, the most notable was Lucius's boggart. It was his father. The class was silent when he went, no one laughed as Lucius cast the spell.

Rita stepped up next, for all the excitement she had shown earlier, she looked terrified. Her knuckles gripped her wand so tightly they turned white.

Before her, the boggart took shape as her friends in a circle around her. They began to laugh and taunt her, calling her names and such. Rita's eyes welled with tears. She closed her eyes.

"Ridiculous!" She shouted, nothing, "RIDICULOUS!" She screamed, the boggart began to shrink until finally the girls were the size of quills.

She stepped away, tears were streaming down her face, Bellatrix went over to her and folded her into a hug. Rita braced herself against Bellatrix as she controlled her breathing. Bellatrix worried people would see her as weak.

The professor had told the students to continue as he came over. Rita's face remained buried in the side of Bellatrix's neck.

"Are you alright?" he asked,

"Clearly not." Bellatrix snapped, "I've got it."

"Do you need to take her to your dorm? I'll write a pass for the both of you for the day." He said, his voice was soft and comforting but that only enraged Bellatrix. He had just made them do this and now that it backfired he was sorry.

She wanted to scream at him, instead she averted her eyes and answered, "Yes, I think that would be best."

"Alright. Don't worry about facing your boggart Bellatrix, I know you know the spell."

With that Bellatrix led Rita out of the class and back to their dorm.

"I'm sorry," Bellatrix said,

"For what?" Rita asked, she sniffled slightly,

"I don't know, I just feel bad, seeing you cry." Bellatrix replied,

"Thanks for helping me," Rita said,

"Of course, don't worry, it doesn't make you weak." She said,

"I know." Rita said, "Do you?"

Bellatrix paused, she constantly worried about looking weak or fragile. She was always overlooked as a girl, they were always hoping for a boy, for an heir, it never mattered how strong or smart she was. Any weakness would be proving them right.

Notes:

NEW POV UNLOCKED???? WHATTTTTT

also not me foreshadowing

Chapter 45: Third year, 1965- Say that we got it

Chapter Text

April 10th, 1965

*Cher Bella,

Maman a dit que Rita va venir à France avec nous pour le match de quidditch. C'est vrais?
Evan et Pandora ont venue pour dîner heir, Maman a invité Barty Crouch Jr et ses parents, mais ils ont pas accepter.
J'ai rencontré Barty au fête de noël, il est sympas mais un peu comme Sirius, je veux dire qu'il parle trop.
Tu me manque, je croyais que tu allais m'écrire, Sirius a dis que tu n'écrivais pas car tu t'en fiche de nous,
mais je sais c'est faux, c'est probablement car t'a beaucoups de travaille.
Andromeda envois des lettres à Sirius chaque semaine.

R.A.B.*

Bellatrix scanned the letter her baby cousin had sent, she felt guilty for not writing to him. It had just slipped her mind with everything else, she just distanced herself from her home when she wasn't there, not because she wasn't proud, just because it was nice to have a breath. She couldn't imagine how Regulus must feel, he'd be the last to go to Hogwarts, and when he did Bellatrix would be in her last year. He would truly be alone once Sirius started school.

Suddenly Bellatrix felt a set of hands land on her shoulders, she flinched and turned around, it was just Rita,

"Sorry," Rita said, "Did I startle you?"

"A little," Bellatrix admitted,

Rita slid into the seat next to Bellatrix, she looked at the letter, "French?"

"Yea,"

"What does it say?"

"Oh it's from Regulus, he was just telling me what's going on at home," Bellatrix replied,

"Oh,"

Bellatrix stood up, "I'm going to go write him back, I'll see you in Herbology."

"Tell him I say hi!" Rita called,

*****

No one was in the common room since they were all at breakfast, she had gone early that morning after another nightmare where she couldn't fall back asleep.

She sat at a table and began to write a return letter to Regulus,

*Cher Reggie,

Oui, Rita vien a France,
J'espère Pandora et Evan sont bien,
Pardon pour pas écrire, je te jure c'est pas car je m'en fiche de toi.
N'écoute pas ce que Sirius te dis, j'ai beaucoup de chose a faire et j'ai oublier,
je vais essayer de t'envoyer plus de lettres. Je savais pas que c'était quelque
chose qui te déranger, t'es tellement timide que quelquefois je sais même
pas si tu m'aime!
Dis mois tout ce que passe a la maison, même si c'est horrible,
je suis toujours ici pour toi.

Ta cousine prèferè, Bella*

She quickly gave Jupiter the letter and hurried off to Herbology.

*****

Bellatrix was nearly late to Herbology since it was across the school, still she arrived right before class began and took a seat beside Rita.

"Today, we are dealing with mandrakes." The professor stated, "Can anyone tell me why we use earmuffs when handling them?"

"Because they shriek like banshees," Bellatrix muttered under her breath, Rita giggled.

One of the other students raised their hand,

"Yes, miss Dockery,"

"Because a full grown mandrake can scream loud enough to render a human deaf, and even immature mandrakes can be dangerous." The girl answered

"Very good, now everyone put on your earmuffs, we went over how to handle them last class, so today you will be potting them."

Bellatrix lifted the earmuffs from her desk and put them on, other students did the same.

Bellatrix and Rita were given two mandrakes and two larger pots to transfer them to.

"I hate herbology," Bellatrix said, she had meant to whisper but the earmuffs made it hard to hear herself so she ended up talking normally, still no one heard because the earmuffs.

"What?" Rita shouted,

Bellatrix sighed and enunciated the words slowly without screaming, in case someone would hear.

"You like neuropathy?" Rita yelled,

Bellatrix looked at her incredulously, "Not even close," She replied,

"I eat clothes??"

"Merlin, forget it." Bellatrix sighed before starting to carefully dig out the mandrake roots,

"THIS IS FUN! I LIKE THIS GAME" Rita yelled,

"YOU'RE SCREAMING!" Bellatrix yelled back, now the sounds of other students and the muted shrieks of the mandrakes made it impossible to hear what anyone was saying,

"YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!" Rita yelled back,

Bellatrix sighed and grabbed a quill and paper to write it out,

"I said you're screaming!"

"I'M SCREAMING?"

Bellatrix nodded,

"SORRY! WAIT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"NO?" Bellatrix shouted back shaking her head,

"I THINK YOU'RE JUST REALLY GOOD AT READING LIPS!" Rita shouted

"I THINK SO YEA." Bellatrix replied,

*****

At the end of class when they took off the earmuffs everything seemed way louder.

"That was kind of fun," Rita said as they walked to field studies, Bella would have to turn back time later to go to ancient ruins.

"Really?" Bellatrix asked in disbelief,

"Yea, it was like a game, we should do it in the dorm but only one person can't hear, it would be like charades," Rita replied,

"What's charades?" Bellatrix asked,

"It's a game my family and I play, like you have some topics or words and you have to act it out while your partner guesses what it is, but you can't talk."

"Sounds frustrating." Bellatrix said, she would hate not hearing, she relied too much on it especially at home, not being able to talk would be just as bad.

Rita shook her head, "It's super hilarious, like, you're all laughing really hard as someone tries to act out something ridiculous and the other person is guessing. Don't you have any games you play with your family, I bet it would be super fun because there are a lot more people, when I play it's usually just me, my mom, my dad, and grandma."

Bellatrix looked down, the only game she played with family was chess, and that was less of a game and more of a challenge. It wasn't meant to be fun. "My family isn't really the game type," Bellatrix replied,

"Oh, sorry." Rita answered, "If you ever come to visit us we'll play all sorts of games."

"Right, and when hell freezes over will my mother and father let me go to your house, I've never even been allowed to stay with Alecto." Bellatrix said.

She guarded the longing for those experiences behind a voice laced with amusement. She buried her childish impulses beneath mountains of superiority. She forced herself to grow up, it was all she ever wanted. At least she thought, but to her growing up meant choices and respect, not being sold off as a pureblood wife whose job was to produce an heir. She didn't want to grow up to follow the red carpet that had been laid out for her, it's destination being watching herself wither away through a looking-glass. The carpet she once wanted to rush down, the one she thought was velvet turned out to be blood. Her blood painted the way for her, like a train-track. And like a train she barreled down the rails that had been laid centuries earlier, she couldn't get off, couldn't stop it. Her destiny was written in the stars she had been named for.

Bellatrix, the second brightest star in Orion's constellation. Sirius was brighter, Sirius was the heir. No matter how much better she was, the family's legacy would sooner fall to a distant male cousin than her. She wanted it, she wanted to be their heir, she wanted that power, that control, that respect. She wanted to be more than a woman, she wanted to be a person.

****

April 15th, 1965

*Cher Bella,

Merci pour m'écrire! Je savais que Sirius savais pas de quoi il parlait.
Je suis trop excité pour l'été car je veux te voire.
Maman a dis car maintenant que ta 14 ans tu peux aller au cité avec moi, toute seule.
Jors, Narcissa et Andy et Sirius et Rita peut venir, mais je veux aller avec juste toi une fois.
Sirius a essayer de faire un trous dans son oreille, Maman était tellement fâché.
Il est encore punis,
maman a dit si il n'arrête pas il peux pas nous accompagner a France et que elle vas le
laisser à la maison de Malfoy car ils rest en Angleterre pour l'été.
Nous sommes allons a voire tante Druella et Oncle Cygnus, quand ils ne faisais pas attention,
j'ai aller à ta chambre car tu me manques.
J'espère que tu ne serais pas fâché avec moi, je faisais attention de ne déranger rien.
Dis moi de la vie à l'école!
A toute!

R.A.B*

*Cher Reggie,

Si ta mere est d'accord, je t'emmènerai au cité, tout seule comme tu veux.
J'espère que Sirius arrête avec ces connerie, ca cause trop de problems,
Tu me manques aussi, j'attends l'été avec l' anticipation! Je veux que tu essayé d'être copains avec Rita,
elle est cher a moi. J'ai dis la meme chose a Cissa.
Andy et Sirius j'en dis rien car ca changerait rien.
Il-y-a rien a raconter de l'école, ca va, jors c'est ennuyant après tout qu'on a appris a la maison.
Rita va bien, Eliza a toujours du drame autours d'elle, normalmente a cause d'un garcon.
OH! Et Slytherin a gagné le quidditch cup pour la 3ème fois consécutive.

Ps. Ça ne me dérange pas si tu vas dans ma chambre pendant que je suis a l’école.

-Bellatrix,*

"BELLA!" Rita exclaimed as she rushed into the dorm,

Bellatrix quickly rolled up the letter and gave it to Jupiter to deliver. She hoped their parents never read anything in the letters, not that she had said something wrong, but it could be seen as that.

"What?" Bellatrix asked, turning to Rita,

"Dumbledore said I could start a school paper!" She was beaming, her eyes lit up like sunlight reflecting off water. A smile stretched across her face,

Bellatrix stood and went to hug her,

"That's amazing!" She said, folding the blonde into her arms,

Rita's arms embraced Bellatrix with the same fervor.

They clung to each other,

Bellatrix liked the pressure Rita squeezed her, as if she never could be close enough. Her hair smelled like something sweet but earthy, her skin was soft as Rita's cheek brushed against Bellatrix's neck, she shivered but loved the feeling. They clung to each other, neither letting go or loosening their grip.

It was an excuse to be this close, they could both lie to themselves at times like this.

"I'm really happy for you Rita," Bellatrix said softly,

"Me too," Rita whispered.

******

April 20th, 1965

Rita's first news letter had come out,

It was drab, she had wanted to write about gossip but knew Dumbledore would never let that happen, instead she filled a few pages with school events and short stories students volunteered to tell about the graduating class, all good things of course. She had gotten someone to take photos for it and also a few other people on board with the project.

"I wish I could write about important things," Rita whined as the girls sat at breakfast reading the new paper,

"What like the girl's lavatory on the 3rd floor being broken isn't important?!" Eliza said mockingly,

Rita rolled her eyes, Alecto chuckled.

"Groundbreaking news Rita," Bellatrix teased, Rita smiled and nudged her,

"You try writing about something interesting when I can't because it's slander." Rita said in a bored tone,

"Change the names," Eliza offered, "Pretend it's fiction, or just use initials, technically it's not against the rules."

"What were the rules anyway?" Bellatrix asked as she stabbed her fruit with her fork,

Rita cleared her throat and said in her best imitation of the headmaster: "No slander of students or faculty, no offensive language, no biased reports on issues."

The girls broke into laughter at the expense of the old wizard.

Suddenly Jupiter landed in front of Bellatrix with a letter from Regulus,

*Cher Bella,

Je veux bien que tu raconte le drame qui se passe à l'école, c'est ennuyeux ici,
Pardon, je voulais écrire plus mais j'ai un lesson maintenant et je veux pas
demander a maman pour an hibou alors je utilize ta chouette, mais elle veut partire.

R.A.B.*

"Merlin!" Bellatrix exclaimed, "You were gone for like five days, I was getting worried."

Jupiter just hopped around a little and cocked it's head,

"You have no clue what I'm saying do you?" Bellatrix stated,

Jupiter just kept staring,

"Well I'm glad you're back," She sad, running a finger lightly over the bird's head, Jupiter hooted happily and flew off.

Bellatrix looked up to find Rita, Alecto, and Eliza staring at her,

"Oh merlin I was just talking to my owl." Bellatrix groaned and covered her face with her hands, "This is your fault Rita, first you name her and now I'm talking to her. I'm losing my bloody min."

Rita laughed, "It's cute."

"Oh shove off!" Bellatrix said giving Rita a playful shove.

*****

April 21st, 1965

*Cher Reggie,

Si t'a vraiment envie d'écouter le drame parle a Rita,
je suis nul a raconté la vie de les autre,
Une histoire, oui, la drame, non.
En plus, moi j'en sait rien du drame sauf que Rita me dit.
Aussi, j'ai dis a Jupiter de rester pour qu'elle ramène ta lettre, dis moi si ca marche,

-Bellatrix*

******

April 27th, 1965

*Cher Bella,

tu as nommé ta chouette Jupiter??
Et oui, elle a rester ici pour deux jours pour que j'écris ta lettre.
Et bon, dit à Rita d'écrire sure ta prochaine lettre la drame.

R.A.B.*

Maybe it was a little strange seven year old Regulus seemed to really want to know about gossip, but Rita said she had always been interested in it.

Maybe Regulus just liked knowing things, he always listened as supposed to talking, he always prefered that.

******

May 3rd, 1965

"I'm so screwed for end of year exams!" Eliza exclaimed,

It had become a sort of tradition that the girls would have study sessions together in the library for the month leading up to exams.

It was mostly for their benefit that Bellatrix came. Studying was something she did to be perfect, but she could do just fine without it. Work harder and smarter.

"You say that every year, and every year you do fine." Bellatrix said as she copied some notes down, the repetition helped her remember.

"But this is third year! It's so much harder." Eliza whined,

"You won't say third year was hard by 5th year." Bellatrix pointed out, "Especially since that's our OWLS"

"Don't remind me." Eliza said,

"Relax, it's two years away, you'll be fine."

"I just want it to be summer." Alecto sighed,

"Same! I'm so tired if school, this year has been so long it's actually painful." Eliza agreed,

Rita was busy writing out gossip for Regulus, Bellatrix had written a little note and then handed it off to Rita so she could fill him in on everything. She had charmed Rita's quill to change the words from english to french as she wrote. Regulus did speak and write and read english, but it was just easier in french.

*****

An hour and three pages later Rita handed Bellatrix back the letter.

"You can send it now," She said, "I had a lot because I haven't had anyone to tell this all to but you, and like you don't really care."

"I do care," Bellatrix protested,

"No, you don't, but that's okay. You care about me but not about the actual story, still, I don't mind. It confuses me a little that you don't care, but I don't mind. Anyway, so I told him practically everything big that has happened since we started school, but a lot of it required backstory, so that was a whole thing." Rita took a breath,

"I have no clue how you piece this all together, or make it sound interesting to read. When I try telling gossip it sounds like I'm listing what to send the houself for." Bellatrix sighed,

"You have your strengths I have mine," Rita said with a smirk.

Bellatrix sent the letter off to Regulus. It was a good arrangement, Rita got to write about what she wanted to and tell someone, and Regulus got the stories he wanted.

*****
May 5th, 1965

*****REGULUS******

Regulus sat in his room, alone. Screaming came from beyond. The wails belonged to Sirius. Their mother had pulled him away again and sent Regulus to his room. Nothing blocked out the noise, and he feared making any sound in case Walburga would turn to him next. His cowardice made him hate himself, he couldn't help Sirius, he was too scared.

The only thing keeping him from crying was the knowledge Bellatrix was going to write back and Jupiter would tap on his window at any second. He had grown to like the little owl, maybe it was because it meant he could have a distraction for a little.

*****

May 6th, 1965

Sirius was locked in his room, Regulus had only been allowed out to go to lessons, then he was sent back. Kreature brought all his meals.

Jupiter would come any moment now.

"Elle va me repondre." He said quietly to himself, the same phrase he had been uttering for a little over a week now.

He had asked for drama as a distraction, he needed to focus on something else, plus maybe other people's shitty lives would make him feel better about his own.

*****

May 9th, 1965

Sirius was screaming again, it was worse, so much worse. Sometimes Regulus caught parts of what he said, a lot of pleading and apologies followed by harsh words from their mother. The drum of rain didn't drown out the noise, the booms of thunder paled in comparison to his brother and mother's screams.

Regulus had chewed his nails down to the quick. Sometimes they bled, he just let it, as if that could make up for the pain Sirius suffered, as if the guilt would lessen, as if the score was settled.

He hardly would have heard the tapping from his window had he not been watching for it against hope. It was raining too hard for Jupiter to come, but the little owl came anyway.

He jumped up and quickly opened the window.

The poor bird was soaking and shivering. Regulus felt awful and rushed for a blanket. He closed the window behind the owl and scooped her up in his arms. He untied the letter from her leg and dropped it on his desk before returning to the pitiful creature.

He tried his best to dry her off, but it would've been better with magic. He went to his desk where he had stolen and stashed a few dead mice from their owlery for when Jupiter came. He opened it and gave one to her.

"Pardon petite," He whispered, stroking the bird's wing gently. As he took care of the owl the noise was blocked out, or at least quieter.

Eventually the owl fell asleep and seemed fine enough so Regulus went to open the letter. He jumped as Sirus's screams pierced through the air again.

Regulus swallowed hard and with shaking hands opened the envelope.

It was three pages front and back, after a paragraph the handwriting switched to print, Rita's part. She went on for pages about all sorts of scandals at school. Sometimes he didn't even understand why something was drama until Rita would explain it better. Each piece of news led into the next and it seemed like at some point everything intersected.

As he read his troubles lifted, he lost himself in the story of others. For a little while he forgot what was happening, where he was, who he was. It was nice.

Bellatrix had told him to tell her everything happening at home but he never did. She always worried about them, in her own way. He saw the way she stressed over Cissa getting in trouble. Narcissa had told him a million times about how she felt bad that Bellatrix always lost sleep over them, wondering if there was more she could do.

She always wanted to do more, be more, do better, be better. She strived to be great, it was a shame she was part of this family, he wondered what she would become versus what she could have become. What they all could've been. Maybe next life.

*****

May 14th, 1965

*****BELLATRIX*****

Jupiter returned with a short letter from Regulus thanking her for the gossip and asking for more which Rita gladly wrote down. Exams inched closer, only two weeks until they began. It seemed like forever, but really it wasn't. Soon Bellatrix would be drawing blood, she had pushed the thought down, it did her no good, but as it grew closer it invaded her mind.

Then if it worked she and Rita would be going to France, if it didn't either she'd be dead, or she would wish she was.

*****

June 1st, 1965

The first day of exams snuck up on them like some sort of poetic metaphor Bellatrix couldn't be bothered to think of.

Eliza threw up after their potions exam, nerves.

****

June 5th, 1965

Time seemed to pass differently, quicker, unless she was with Rita she wasn't even present. She took her tests in a daze, all she thought about was getting home and getting this stupid thing done.

The closer the time came the more nervous she was, she played it off as exam nerves.

****

June 7th, 1965

They were on the train. They were on the train, they were going home. Home. Home?

Whatever.

She hardly spoke, Rita did, she tried to listen, but still. It's fine, she'd see Rita in July for the World cup, they'd spend the second half of the summer in France, Narcissa and Regulus would be safe. Safe?

Whatever. She knew what she had to do.

The train pulled into the station, she gathered her sisters and said goodbye to Rita. They walked off in separate directions, Rita looked back, she didn't know exactly what Bellatrix was planning, but it wasn't good. Still, Bellatrix didn't know what she was planning either.

Bellatrix greeted her mother and father on the platform and they dissaparated.

Rita greeted her mother and father on the platform, then they dissaparated.

Bellatrix spent the day telling her family everything about school, her sisters did the same. They had diner finally and Bellatrix wanted to sleep, but she had to wait.

Rita excused herself when she got home.

At 11:30 Bellatrix rose again and unlocked her trunk. She took out the ingredients she had stolen from Slughorn. She looked at the clock, this time tomorrow she would be bleeding.

At 11:30 Rita rose again and unlocked her trunk. She took out the ingredients she had stolen from Slughorn. She looked at the clock, this time tomorrow she would be chanting a spell.

Bellatrix crushed the ingredients together into powder she dissolved into water. It was nearly midnight.

Rita took out the mandrake leaf. It was nearly midnight.

Bellatrix watched as the clock struck twelve.

"Hanc potionem sume, sanguinem meum in venenum vertite, sanguis meus nos tuebitur." She chanted the ancient phrase and drank the potion.

Rita watched as the clock struck twelve.

The full moon was directly over her, she put the mandrake leaf in her cheek using a sticking charm.

Bellatrix climbed into bed, it would work.

Rita climbed into bed, it would work. She would become an animagus.

Chapter 46: Summer, 1965- Change

Notes:

TW???

Also for the swimsuits just search up 1960s swimsuits bcs thats what Rita is wearing.

Idk why I made this school year so much longer than the last two, summer is also gonna be hella long tho so its fineee

Chapter Text

June 8th, 1965

Bellatrix was woken by Kreature who informed her to get ready and come to breakfast.

She quickly wet and brushed her hair before changing into a black dress. Narcissa met her in the hallway and they walked down together. Andromeda was already at the table with their parents.

"Sit," Cygnus said,

Bellatrix looked at Narcissa before taking her seat. Her hands shook slightly, what if they knew what she was planning, what she was doing?

Their father cleared his throat before saying, "Next year Narcissa will be trying out for the quidditch team. She will make it, and while we could hire a professional coach as we did with you, it would be easier to have you teach her on your old broom."

"My old broom?" Bellatrix asked, she only had one broom,

"Oh, I've gotten ahead of myself," Cygnus sighed and called for Horrendum who arrived carrying a new broom, the elf handed it to Bellatrix who accepted it with care. "Of course before the school year we'll get Narcissa a proper broom, but for now yours will do, especially in case she breaks it."

"Thank you," Bellatrix said,

"Is it true Rudolphus is going to be captain this year?" Narcissa asked,

"Probably," Andromeda muttered,

"Speak up, or don't speak." Druella sneered,

Andromeda didn't reply,

"The words you're groping for are 'I'm sorry Mother.'" Druella said, her voice rising,

"The words I'm groping for I can't say without you using an unforgivable on me," Andromeda snapped, "mother." she spit.

The room was silent, everyone stared at her, their mother's mouth hung open, their father's face turned red as a tomato. Bellatrix looked at Narcissa who glanced between Andy and their parents.

Andromeda, that stupid girl, just sat there unwavering,

Every breath Bellatrix took felt like a risk, this wasn't going to go well at all.

"Who did you tell?" Cygnus hissed.

"What?" Andromeda asked,

"Who did you tell?!" He screamed, his chair clattered to the floor as he stood up and rounded on Andromeda. He grabbed her arm tightly and yanked her up; Bellatrix saw the fear in her eyes, she was too worried about Narcissa to even think about what Andromeda had just revealed. Their parents rage would blow up on all of them in a moment.

"No one!" Andromeda said, her voice broke, tears threatened to spill from her eyes,

"Liar!" Cygnus's voice shook the room, even Druella seemed scared.

"I swear!" Tears fell onto Andy's cheeks,

"Stop crying before I give you something to cry about!" Their father screamed, "You had to have told someone otherwise-"

"CYGNUS!" Druella cut him off, he turned on her in rage, but she motioned to Bellatrix and Narcissa and he understood. They couldn't know.

"Come on," He snarled before pulling Andromeda away by the arm. The two disappeared from the room.

Narcissa let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Bellatrix looked to their mother who didn't meet her gaze.

"Go to your rooms." Druella said quietly,

Bellatrix and Narcissa stood immediately and left quietly, worried that if they made a noise she would have them come back.

On the landing Bellatrix looked to Narcissa who had tears in her eyes, her lip quivered. Bellatrix looked back down the stairs, making sure no one was there before grabbing Narcissa's hand and pulling her into her room. She shut the door and cast a muffling spell.

Narcissa broke down as the words left her sister's mouth. She nearly fell onto the floor but Bellatrix rushed up and grabbed her, holding her little sister against her chest.

"It's okay," She whispered petting Cissa's hair,

"Why did she have to do that?" Narcissa said between sobs,

"I don't know," Bellatrix whispered, "I don't know."

"She could've kept the peace!" Cissa wailed,

"I'm sorry," Bellatrix whispered, tears wet her cheeks. "I'm so sorry Cissa."

"I hate it here!"

"Don't say that..."

"I hate her!" Narcissa screamed,

Bellatrix wasn't sure whether she meant Andromeda or Druella.

******
Horrendum came a few hours later informing them their aunt and uncle were coming with Regulus and Sirius.

"And what of Andromeda?" Bellatrix asked,

"Master said Horrendum isn't to tell you," The elf said sheepishly before turning to leave, Bellatrix grabbed her arm lightly.

"Please," She begged, the elf shifted a little before responding quietly,

"She is to stay in her room, no one is to go in. I can't say more."

"Thank you," Bellatrix said, releasing the elf's arm. Selfishly, the only concern about Andromeda was that Bellatrix needed her to drink the potion tonight, and she was locked away.

******
Narcissa and Bellatrix went downstairs to meet Sirius and Regulus along with their parents.

Walburga detained Bellatrix for nearly an hour talking about all sorts of things while Cygnus and Orion went to the study, Druella went off to who knows where, and the other children were sent to the drawing room.

"How was school?" Her aunt asked excitedly,

"Alright," Bellatrix replied,

"And Rudolphus?"

"Hates me," Bellatrix said,

"Really?" Walburga seemed genuinely shocked,

"Well, maybe he doesn't hate me, but he most certainly doesn't like me." Bellatrix muttered,

"Give it time," Walburga said, "Orion hated me practically up until our wedding."

Bellatrix smiled and agreed, but she didn't want that, a loveless marriage. To be tied to someone she didn't love, who didn't love her. It would be miserable, it would just be easier if she could marry Rita, that would make her happy.

******

When Bellatrix was dismissed she practically ran to the drawing room, not because she didn't like aunt Walburga's company, but she wanted to see Reggie.

She arrived at the doors and burst through the room, her excitement hardly able to contain.

That excitement faded as she watched Regulus and Sirius flinch at her entrance, even once they relaxed seeing it was just her she was still distraught. Just another reminder why tonight had to go perfectly.

As Regulus's fear at the initial entrance faded he sprung up and wrapped his arms around Bellatrix, she hugged him back.

"You're back!" He said,

"I'm back," Bellatrix replied, she held onto him until he let go.

*******REGULUS******

Regulus felt safe in Bellatrix's arms, safer than he had in a long time. Maybe it wasn't the most logical attachment, by no means was she warm or particularly nice, but she was nice in her own way, especially to him. She was strong, that was something he admired about her, she always seemed to know what to do, and she could do anything. To Regulus she was invincible, it was a childish notion, she was just a kid herself, but she could keep him safe.

There was a novelty in the fact Walburga liked her as well, like she could tame his mother who was never kind to anyone.

Bellatrix was a lot like Walburga in many ways. He liked the feeling of love Bellatrix gave him, like he mattered, it was almost like having his own mother care for him. Almost.

******BELLATRIX******

"So what have you all been up to?" Bellatrix asked,

"Where's Andromeda?" Sirius asked,

"In her room." Bellatrix answered coldly,

"I want to see her!" Sirius protested,

"Well you can't." Bellatrix stated,

She wasn't entirely sure why she scorned Sirius, why she shut him out. Jealousy maybe, he got everything she wanted, he would be their perfect little heir, he would always be worth more just because of what was in his pants, and it pissed her off. Another part of it was that she blamed him entirely for Aunt Walburga's problems. He took her from them, from Regulus. She became someone else after he was born, and he hated her for something that he caused her to be. And Bellatrix hated him for depriving her and Andy and Cissa and Reggie of the loving funny aunt only she seemed to remember.

"Can we go into the garden?" Regulus asked quietly,

"Sure," Bellatrix replied.

****RITA****

Becoming an animagus was more of a challenge than she had thought. It was nearly impossible to not rip or swallow that stupid mandrake leaf, and talking was hard. She tried to say as little as possible. She wasn't sure how she could do this for 29 days till the next full moon.

She was sure the amount of reading it had required would permanently make her vision worse which wasn't great considering she was already next to useless without glasses.

"Rita!" Her mom called from downstairs.

"Coming!" Rita answered, she padded down the stairs and into their kitchen.

"This weekend we're going to the lake, uhm, your friend, I was thinking you could invite her!" Her mom said, "Bellatrix?"

"I can write her and ask, but her parents might say no." Rita replied,

"They are strange," Elaine commented, "Well I think if we're letting you go with them to France for a month she should be able to come stay with us for a week."

Rita's mother was a sweet woman, the kind that bakes bread and makes her own jam in pretty jars. Rita took after her, the same blonde hair and green eyes. Anyone could tell they were related. Sometimes Rita wondered how on earth they had convinced Trix's parents to accept them, at least a little.

"Maybe it would be better if I wrote them, her parents seem rather fond of me." Elaine mused,

"Who's rather fond of you?" Rita's dad said as he entered the kitchen, he was just getting back from the ministry.

"DAD!" Rita rushed over to him, jumping into his arms,

"Hey bug!" Her dad said, folding her into his arms.

Rita pulled away smiling and turned back to her mother,

Her dad went over to her mom and kissed her on the cheek,

"So who's fond of my lovely wife?" Claus asked,

"Rita's friend's parents, the Blacks." Elaine filled in,

"Ahh," Her dad said,

"I was telling Rita about our plans to go to the lake and asked her if she wanted to invite Bellatrix," Her mom said,

"That sounds like a good idea."

"mhm, I'm going to write them now. Rita will you watch the bread in the oven and set the table?" She asked, taking off her apron and leaving to her office,

"Sure," Rita replied.

She pulled out the plates and silverware to begin setting the table, her dad sat on a chair and started asking her about how school had been.

"It was good," Rita answered,

"Good? Not Amazing? Anything interesting?" Her dad asked,

"Loads interesting, but nothing you'd find interesting." Rita replied with a smile,

"Try me,"

Rita smiled, "Well, there was a lot of drama between these two 5th years. You see, these two girls were dating the same guy and..."

Rita launched into a long winded explanation of everything that had happened over the year, at a certain point she forgot to set the table or even check on the bread as she sat telling all the drama to her father.

Suddenly the smoke alarm went off, Rita snapped out of it and rushed to the oven, the bread had burnt and was now smoking. Her mother rushed in and grabbed oven mitts to pull out the bread as Rita turned the oven off.

"I'm so so sorry mom!" Rita exclaimed, "I got distracted telling dad about school!"

"It's alright, it was an accident," Claus said,

"I asked you to watch the bread!" Her mom scolded, "And set the table!" She said motioning to the unset table,

"I'm really sorry!" Rita apologized,

Her mom sighed, her dad got up and went over to Elaine. Her laid his hands on her arms,

"Take a breath," He said softly, "It's okay."

Elaine took a breath and sighed,

"I'm really sorry mom." Rita said,

"It's okay," Her mom said, "Just pay more attention next time."

"I will." Rita reassured,

******BELLATRIX******

One hour, in one hour she would complete her mission. In one hour she would take a blade and slit her own wrists. Then when she finished at her house she'd sneak to the floo powder and go to their cousin's, then the houses in France, and finally back home.

In one hour Orion would never touch them again.

*****

June 9th, 1965, 12:00 am

Bellatrix already had the blade in her hand, as soon as the clock struck, she knew it would happen but it felt like fire burning through her blood. She screamed into her teeth.

Deep breaths, she had to be quiet. She opened her door and got out, she would start with Narcissa. She walked down the hall to her sister's room. At the threshold she took the knife and cut into her wrist. It wasn't deep enough, no blood came out. She cut again over the same spot, she was rewarded with a gush of red. She began running her bloodied wrist over the door frame. The blood turned clear and vanished as it made contact with the wood. Then it was done, next door, Andromeda.

She repeated the process for her other sister, then Regulus's door, then Sirius's. She made it back to her door and painted a coat over that as well. Now to Sirius and Regulus's home.

She stopped the bleeding with a towel as she walked to the fire place.

Green flames engulfed her as she went to Grimmauld place.

Her heart beat out of her chest, she was terrified of getting caught. In front of Regulus's door she re-opened the same gash. She yelped at the pain, adrenaline was no longer on her side.

Sirius's door, Andromeda's, Narcissa's, her's.

Back to the fire place, she felt sick and dizzy, the blood didn't stop at first, she pushed down harder with the cloth until it did.

France... their houses in France.

Green fire, new fireplace.

Stumble up the stairs, Narcissa's room, head pounding.

Regulus's room, too much blood, what time was it? Was she being quiet enough?

Andromeda's room, what was she doing? This was stupid. Her vision swam. She wanted to throw up.

Sirius's room.

Her room.

Fireplace.

Floo powder, she's still bleeding, pause stop the flow.

Green flames.

She landed in Walburga's house in France. She hit her head on the brick. She had a headache. Last house.

Upstairs.

Cut again, more blood. Narcissa, Regulus, Andromeda, Sirius, fireplace. Home. Home.

She was going to faint, she had to be quiet. Pressure on the wound.

She forgot something,

Regulus, Cissa, Andy, Sirius... no she got everyone.

Home,

Green flames. Home.

Back to her room. Wait, Cissa. She opened her sister's door, she was asleep.

Bellatrix crept up to her sister's bed and shook her slightly.

"Cissa." She hissed,

Narcissa stirred and turned,

"Bella?"

"Drink." Bellatrix held out the glass she grabbed from Cissa's nightstand. She had filled it with her blood that turned clear upon contact.

"What?" Narcissa asked, rubbing her eyes,

"Just drink." Bellatrix said, she pushed the glass to Narcissa's lips. She drank. Bellatrix left. Regulus.

Same thing, Regulus was more willing, he didn't ask any questions.

Andromeda, no Sirius first. Andy was riskier.

She didn't even wake him, it was pointless.

"Imperio." She whispered, she handed him the glass, he drank.

Andromeda. Bellatrix could feel herself slipping, each step felt like sinking. Sheer will kept her moving.

"Alohomora." She slurred, the door clicked, Andromeda was already awake.

"Bella?" She asked, concern painted her face. "What happened?" She took in her sister's pale face, the way she was swaying.

"Drink," Bellatrix slurred. She always filled the cup before going into the next room, they didn't need to watch her press into her arm trying to get more blood to flow. The original cut had become deeper, each time it was harder to stop the flow of blood.

Andromeda tried to protest but Bellatrix wouldn't do anything until her sister drank.

Andromeda caught Bellatrix as she tried to leave. Sleep, she wanted sleep, she was so so tired.

Bellatrix let her weight drop in Andromeda's arms, almost pulling them both to the floor.

She pressed into her wrist one last time, filling the glass.

"Andy?" She asked, her voice was breathy,

"Im here," Andromeda replied,

"Make me drink this if I pass out." Bellatrix pleaded, there was so much weakness in her voice, tears filled her lidded eyes. She lifted the glass to her mouth, some spilled over her dress but she didn't care.

It got darker,

Her head hurt.

Nothing... Nothing...

*****ANDROMEDA*****

Andromeda watched as her sister faded out of consciousness. She had finished the glass before passing out, Andromeda couldn't hold her up anymore, she gently lowered the both of them to the ground.

"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin..." Andromeda muttered. She was pressing down on the cut on Bellatrix's wrist. She was scared of hurting her, but then again, she was more scared of her bleeding out.

Andromeda rushed to her bathroom, frantically searching for bandages or something. There were none, she didn't know any fucking healing spells.

Her sister was going to die, her sister was going to die and she would be responsible.

"Horrendum!" She whispered, "Please it's Bellatrix!"

Crack

The elf appeared and bowed,

"Please help her!" Andromeda begged, tears ran down her cheeks as she grasped Bellatrix's wrist.

The elf immediately hobbled to Bellatrix and pushed Andromeda's hands away, she began to say something under her breath.

Andromeda watched as the cut closed very slowly.

******

The sun was rising when the elf took Bellatrix back to her room, Andromeda made her swear not to leave until Bellatrix woke up and not to tell their parents.

******BELLATRIX******

Bellatrix opened her eyes, she felt tired and sick.

Horrendum was there, the little elf sat on a stool beside Bellatrix's bed.

"Don't tell anyone."

Those were the first words out of Bellatrix, she was terrified someone would find out.

The elf bowed and left.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Blackness filled her vision and she nearly passed out again but after a minute she steadied. Slowly she stood and walked to her desk, she grabbed her wand and left as quietly as she could. She was still in her night clothes as she crept to Andromeda's room.

She opened the door slowly, it was still unlocked. Andromeda had fallen asleep at some point, but Bellatrix remembered enough to know Andromeda would ask questions. That couldn't happen.

She raised her wand to her sister's temple,

"Obliviate."

******

June 13th, 1965

No one spoke of what Bellatrix had done because no one knew. But it had worked, Bellatrix knew it had when Orion tried to enter her room late at night and he couldn't. She supposed Orion figured it out as well but it was too late, he couldn't do anything and couldn't say anything about it.

The sickly feelings she had disappeared with time. Orion, Walburga, Regulus and Sirius had left earlier that day. They wouldn't see their cousins till France in mid-July. Regulus had been upset at the news.

The reason for their quick departure was Sirius who had been on a streak of misbehavior. It was to the point where Walburga and Orion were genuinely contemplating staying home with him from France. Regulus knew this, and he hated that Sirius made it so he had to go home, he wanted to spend more time with Bella and Cissa.

*Dear Trixie,

I miss you tons, and my mum said she was going to send an owl to your parents
to see if you could come to the lake with us for a week. We would leave the 20th of June,
and come back the 27th.
I'd love for you to come! Also I miss you and can't wait to spend half the summer in France with you.

Xoxo- Rita*

Bellatrix wondered if her mother would even inform her of the invitation. Probably not, she would most likely just decline.

*Dear Rita,

I miss you so much, my mother hasn't told me anything about the invitation.
She probably will say no, but either way I'll see you. Regulus sends his thanks
for the gossip. He went home today,
Can't wait to see you again.

Love, Bellatrix*

*****

June 15th, 1965

CRACK

"Miss Bellatrix is requested in the drawing room." Horrendum said,

"Thank you Horrendum," Bellatrix replied, the elf bowed before leaving.

Bellatrix quickly sealed the letter and gave it to Jupiter before hurrying to the drawing room.

Her mother stood waiting by the window, her back facing Bellatrix. Bellatrix swallowed, maybe they knew, maybe she was being punished. She approached her mother carefully, as if it were a wild animal.

"Mother?" She asked,

"Come, stand beside me." Druella said without turning to face her.

Bellatrix walked over to her mother's right side and looked up at her.

"Look outside," Druella said, "What do you see?"

Bellatrix shifted her gaze to the garden, it was sunny and green. She could see the fruit trees in full bloom and the paths that led deeper into the extensive grounds.

Bellatrix thought about her answer,

"Light," She replied,

"Is it beautiful?" Druella asked,

Again, Bellatrix paused, she supposed it was, conventionally it was a very pleasant view but it didn't interest Bellatrix, she had no use for it and there was nothing that made it stand out. To Bellatrix it was plain, something people gazed upon and said things such as: Oh what a pretty garden!- But they never watched it for long before something else caught their fancy.

"I suppose it is a lovely garden mother," Bellatrix replied,

"But do you find it pretty?"

"Truthfully I don't see any great beauty in it but it is certainly not unpleasant." Bellatrix mused,

"Why not?" Druella asked,

Bellatrix grew more anxious, the last thing she needed was to offend her mother.

"There is nothing interesting about it." Bellatrix said, "Nothing that captures my attention, it is all so light and lush."

"And what would you find beautiful Bellatrix?" Druella questioned,

Bellatrix looked harder at the garden. She tried to envision things to add or take away that would make the grounds prettier to her standards. She found none.

"I don't think there is something to do that would make me find the garden more pleasing." Bellatrix said finally.

"You misunderstand me." Druella said, she turned to Bellatrix. For a moment Bellatrix thought she saw kindness and pride in her mother's eyes. "What strikes you as beautiful?"

Rita

That was the first thing that came to Bellatrix's mind when asked about beauty. Rita was what she considered beautiful.

That wasn't a good answer.

"I find beauty in darkness," Bellatrix said, "I think it should be unsettling to a degree. Novelty strikes me as beautiful. Security can be pretty, but I think true beauty lies in what we cannot trust."

Druella didn't answer, instead she turned back to the garden.

Bellatrix stood with her mother for another few minutes, searching for whatever Druella was fixated on beyond the house. She didn't find it.

As Bellatrix turned to leave Druella spoke.

"You were invited to go to a lake with the Skeeters for a week." She said,

Bellatrix turned back to her mother.

"Would you like to go?" Druella asked,

"Yes." Bellatrix answered uncertainty.

"You leave the 20th," Druella replied, "Alert Horrendum if there is something you require for the trip." She extended the letter Rita's mom had sent to Bellatrix before leaving.

Bellatrix stood dumbfounded in the drawing room reading the letter.

* To Mrs. Druella Black,

Hello,
I hope your summer is fairing well.
I am writing to extend an invitation to your eldest daughter, Bellatrix.
My family is taking a week trip to our house by the lake and my daughter, Rita, informed me she would enjoy Bellatrix's company.
We would pick her up the 20th at noon, if you agree and return her the 27th.
I sincerely hope you do accept.

I would also like to thank you again for your offer of taking Rita to France for the months of mid-july and august.
She is excited to join your family.

Respectfully, Elaine Skeeter *

Maybe Bellatrix had gotten old enough to be trusted, maybe she was just obedient enough that her mother and father didn't even consider the possibility of her misbehaving. Either way, she was being given freedom.

*****

In the days leading up to Bellatrix's departure to the lake her parents called upon her more. She tried her best to be perfect and do everything. It was all a test, she had to pass to go with Rita. She would pass.

On the 16th, she was invited to have tea with her mother and some of her friends. Her father asked her opinions on certain politics.

The 17th she accompanied her mother to the Rosier's for a dinner. She loved it. The dresses and people and manners. Everyone spoke eloquently and for the first time regarded her as more than a burden or a child.

On the 18th, Rudolphus and his family came to dinner one night. He looked at her differently now, less as if she was a child. He even spoke to her differently, asking about things such as the weather and other pleasantries people were expected to speak about. She liked the small talk, it saved her from wondering what to say no matter how tedious it was. To her it was almost a game, like dress up.

The biggest change came on the 19th when Andromeda snapped at her father again. Narcissa had been sent away right after, while her father took her and Andromeda to his study. Bellatrix had expected to be punished but instead her father sat at his desk and told Bellatrix to raise her wand.

There had been a time when she had hated it; when she loathed to discipline her cousins and sisters. Now there was power in it, obviously she didn't enjoy it but without herself being punished it was okay. She knew it was necessary, people need to be punished. She was doing the right thing.

Chapter 47: Summer, 1965- Everytime I get too close I just go mess it up

Summary:

Sorry this took so long, I didn't have much motivation or creativity.

Chapter Text

June 20th, 1965

Rita and her family arrived at exactly noon. Bellatrix and her mother waited at the door for them to knock.

A few pleasantries and questions were exchanged before Bellatrix was apparating again, this time with Rita.

They landed outside a quaint cabin. Bellatrix heard birds chirping. The air was cool without being cold and the grass was tall with flowers. As she looked around she saw the gorgeous lake right behind the cabin. The sun glittered off the clear water. Bellatrix was certain she would be able to see the bottom if she were closer.

She took in a breath. Rita's hand was intertwined with her own. She looked down at where their bodies joined, heat raced through her body. She should pull away. She didn't.

Rita's parents led her into the cabin and showed her the room she would share with Rita. It was small but beautiful. Art hung on every wall and an ornate rug laid on the floor. A bunk bed stood in one corner of the room while a dresser stood in the other.

Bellatrix opened her trunk and unpacked with Rita. All the while the two girls giggled and talked about whatever. They didn't have much to say, but they said a lot.

Rita seemed to mumble slightly and when Bellatrix asked Rita brushed it off saying she had bit her cheek earlier and had to be careful.

The sun was still high in the sky and Rita's parents said they were going to the store for a few hours and that the girls were welcome to do whatever they pleased.

Bellatrix was walking on eggshells around them, never speaking out of turn or doing anything that could be perceived as rude or disrespectful.

Once they were gone Bellatrix rushed to Rita and threw her arms around her.

"Sorry I didn't hug you earlier, I didn't want to be rude or childish." Bellatrix said,

Rita laughed and hugged her back, "My parents don't care in the slightest, seriously do whatever."

"It feels weird, to see you talk to normally with them." Bellatrix said,

"Well, just loosen up." Rita said, "Anyway, we can change into swimsuits and go to the lake if you want?"

"Okay," Bellatrix said.

Bellatrix changed into a long-sleeve black swim-dress.

"Ready?" Bellatrix asked knocking on the bathroom door,

"Can you tie something for me?" Rita asked, she opened the door.

Bellatrix's breath caught in her throat as she looked Rita up and down. Heat raced through her body and created a blush on her face. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

Rita wore a green two piece bathing suit. The top tied around her neck and Rita held two other straps against her back. The short-style bottoms rose to her belly button and left a few inches of skin between.

"Trix?" Rita asked,

Bellatrix ripped her gaze back to Rita's face with shame, "sorry, what?"

Rita turned around and handed Bellatrix the straps. "Tie these together."

"In a bow or knot?" Bellatrix asked trying to tear her thoughts away from Rita's milky skin.

She shouldn't be thinking this, she shouldn't be feeling this.

She wasn't- it wasn't like that, it was just she had never seen so much skin before.

That's what she told herself.

"Bow," Rita answered.

Bellatrix slowly tied the two straps together, sometimes her finger would brush Rita's back and Rita would shiver slightly.

"Done." Bellatrix brought her hands away from Rita's back and let them fall at her sides.

"Thanks," Rita turned around,

Bellatrix nodded.

The girls walked to the lake and while Bellatrix wished she was able to say she didn't look at Rita, she did. Her eyes tracked Rita's pretty legs and they walked down the stairs to the lake. She watched Rita like a horror movie she hated but couldn't bear to take her eyes off. It was too intoxicating, too tempting, too horrible.

The water was clear. Even as the girls swam to the middle they could see the bottom. Bellatrix dove down to the bottom, it was about twenty feet. Fish swam through the crystal water, they were colorful and fast. Bellatrix and Rita made a game of chasing them but they never even got close.

Bellatrix and Rita swam under the surface, watching each other. Rita loved the way Bellatrix's hair rose in the water and floated around. Each time she came up for air she was tangled in it.

Eventually they got tired and swam to the shore. Rita's parents hadn't come back yet.

They dried off and sat by the edge of where the water touched the land. The sun was setting and it was getting cooler. Rita inches closer to Bellatrix so they were touching.

Bellatrix stiffened, it was so new, so fragile, such a vulnerable moment.

Rita ran her hand through Bellatrix's damp hair. Her touch was soothing and sweet.

Fuck it.

Bellatrix took the towel from around her shoulders and draped it to hold both of them. Rita leaned into Bellatrix, and Bellatrix put her arm around Rita.

The sun went down. The stars came out.

"Should we go inside?" Rita asked,

"Probably." Bellatrix answered, but neither moved to leave. Instead, Bellatrix layed down on the grass, Rita curled into her. Their legs tangled as their arms wrapped around each other and Bellatrix was perfectly happy.

******

Bellatrix and Rita both fell asleep by the river. The night got colder and they got closer.

Bellatrix was woken by the sound of apparition. Immediately she shot up, waking Rita in the process.

"Your parents are here," Bellatrix said hurriedly, "We need to get inside and pretend to be asleep." She was already collecting her things.

"What?" Rita asked, sitting up slowly,

"Hurry!" Bellatrix hissed, "I don't want to get in trouble!"

Rita grabbed Bellatrix's wrist. "We won't get in trouble for this. It's fine Trix." She said kindly but sternly,

"But-"

"No, it's different, there are different rules, and I don't know everything they did to you that made you this scared, but it's not okay." Rita said, "Just take a breath and stay here, you'll see what I mean."

Bellatrix's heart was beating out of her chest and she could barely register the criticism of her family's harsh ways. Still, she trusted Rita. Bellatrix laid back down on the grass and Rita curled into her side. Bellatrix was too erratic to relax.

Rita noticed how stiff she was and grabbed onto her hand. Rita intertwined her fingers with Bellatrix's and squeezed. Bellatrix squeezed back.

Bellatrix could hear footsteps approaching and she knew Rita's parents were right there, her anticipation grew with each second as her breathing picked up.

Elaine and Claus approached quietly, murmuring to each other.

"Lumos," Elaine said, a small light fell on the girls, Bellatrix closed her eyes and tried to act like she was asleep.

"they're asleep," Claus whispered,

"Should we wake them up and bring them in?" Elaine asked in a hushed voice,

"No," Claus replied, "It's a nice night, let them sleep. Plus, Rita said her friend had a hard time sleeping."

At this Bellatrix clenched her teeth, it wasn't Rita's business to go around telling people Bellatrix was haunted by night terrors because she was a fucking baby. Still, she didn't say anything.

"I'll get them a blanket," Elaine said before retreating with Claus into the house.

When Bellatrix was sure they were out of eye and earshot she moved, "Who else did you fucking tell?" She spit,

"What?" Rita asked in an innocent tone, Bellatrix didn't buy it for a second,

"That I couldn't sleep! I can sleep! And it makes me look weak, so who else did you tell? And what else have you told people hm? All my fucking secrets?" Bellatrix's voice rose to a point where she was almost shouting,

"Trix, shhh, we're asleep remember?" Rita whispered, as if on cue Elaine came out with blankets. Bellatrix shut up for the moment and they went back to fake sleeping.

Rita's mom draped the quilt over them, Rita squeezed Bellatrix's hand again under the cover. Bellatrix should've let go, but she didn't.

Elaine finally left and Bellatrix spoke quietly, "What did you tell them?" She asked,

In the time Rita's mom had taken Bellatrix had cooled off and as it always did, her anger turned to hurt and distrust. Or maybe it was always hurt and she had just been masking it with anger.

"Trix," Rita replied softly, "Does it matter? Can't we just be... I don't know... happy for once."

 

Their hands remained intertwined and sleep fought to overwhelm them both but Bellatrix fended it off.

"Yes it matters, because I tell you things in confidence and if you tell everyone my secrets the way you seem so eager to with everyone else, I can't trust you, and there is no relationship without trust." Bellatrix replied coldly, "So what did you tell them?"

"I only told my mum and dad when I knew you were coming because I didn't want them to say anything if you had nightmares." Rita replied, her voice was quiet and she sounded tired.

"What did you say?" Bellatrix asked, she was growing impatient,

"I just said sometimes you would have trouble sleeping but that you didn't want to talk about it. And then they asked why, so I told them you got nightmares." Rita answered sensing Bellatrix's hostility,

"You made me look weak." Bellatrix muttered,

"They don't see it that way, and neither do I." Rita assured, she put her other hand on Bellatrix's arm. "You are so much more than you think."

Bellatrix gazed into Rita's eyes, she saw kindness, and care, and love, and everything she wished she saw from her family. And Rita valued Bellatrix, for more than just what she could do or be, for more than her ability to be a good wife one day, or even a good witch. Rita valued Bellatrix for who she was, faults and all.

Maybe it was ok, maybe she could feel like this forever.

Foolish thoughts from a foolish girl,
Hopeful thoughts from a girl deeply in love,

*****

June 21st, 1965

The morning sun shone down on the two girls who had fallen asleep. Bellatrix's hair had caught some morning dew, it glittered like the diamonds she wore to parties. It entranced Rita who wished she could freeze the moment forever. She had the strong urge to just lean in and kiss her. She wondered, not for the first time, what her best friend would taste like.

*****

Once the girls had went inside and dressed they returned to the field.

"So, we could swim again today or there is a forest with a meadow I could take you to." Rita said,

"Meadow sounds nice." Bellatrix replied, tension still hung in the air.

The walk to the meadow was about twenty minutes.

Bellatrix and Rita walked side by side through the forest. The trees created a canopy that filtered the sun onto the floor is rays. It was gorgeous.

There was no path directly to the meadow so they were winding between bushes and trees. It was peaceful.

A chorus of birds sang different songs that all mixed into a beautiful melody. Bees and butterflies flew in front of them going to and from flowers and bushes.

"I'm sorry about last night," Rita said, it wasn't her fault but Bellatrix would die before admitting fault first and the air needed to be cleared.

"I snapped at you, I'm sorry as well." Bellatrix replied stiffly, she still had trouble apologizing.

Rita and Bellatrix weren't new to fighting, they did it all the time, but they always made up silently, communication was awkward for Bellatrix and Rita never knew what to say to her.

Rita wanted to say something more on the subject but decided not to.

They made it to the field around noon. It was the most beautiful place Bellatrix had even been. The trees blocked out most of the hot afternoon sun and cast a green glow on the floor. Tall grass with wildflowers covered the entire area and moss coated the ground making it so soft they could walk along barefoot. Bees and butterflies zigzagged through the air going from one flower to the next.

Bids fluttered about and sun in the branches of the tall willows.

Rita led Bellatrix through the branches of a particularly large willow. The leaves were so dense you couldn't see what was behind them and they touched the forest floor. A sweet aroma hung in the air.

Rita let the branches she had pushed aside fall back into place once Bellatrix had gone through.

Bellatrix slid her feet out of her flats and ran them along the moss-covered ground. She smiled and met Rita's gaze.

"If my parents were here-"

"But they aren't." Rita interrupted "So don't even think about them."

Bellatrix's grin grew and she twirled around with her arms out. She tilted her head to the sky and watched everything blur together.

Rita watched as Bellatrix's black dress fanned out around her, she looked almost unreal, like a spinning shadow.

Bellatrix only stopped when it was starting to make her sick. The world spun around as if she was the center of a top. She stumbled for a moment trying to regain her footing.

"Are you quite alright?" Rita asked with a smile,

Bellatrix giggled,

"Is this what it's like?" Bellatrix asked,

"What what's like?" Rita asked,

Bellatrix gestured around herself loosely, "This, all of this freedom and..." She took a breath, " and love." the last part came in a whisper. Bellatrix's eyes fell to the floor, searching for something that didn't exist.

Rita walked to where Bellatrix stood, barely any space between them. They were sharing the same air. Rita pulled Bellatrix into a tight hug,

"This," Rita said softly, "This is what love feels like."

Bellatrix's arms wrapped around Rita, holding on to the feeling of her body, the feelings that only Rita made Bellatrix feel. Bellatrix's heart beat fast, and it seemed to be in sync with Rita's. The combined thumping was hypnotic.

Bellatrix let go first and Rita let her arms drop but neither moved away. Bellatrix stared into Rita's eyes, she could draw them with her eyes closed, she had seen them in her sleep. She knew each and every line of color, the places where it looked like a cavern in the iris.

Rita stared right back into Bellatrix's usually black eyes. In this light Rita could see her pupils, and that her eyes were a very dark brown, not black. In the light they looked almost like gold. It reminded her of how stained glass looks opaque until hit with sun, and then you see all the lines where the color wasn't entirely even, you see the dark and the light.

Bellatrix's eyes flickered down to Rita's lips, and under the cover of the willow it didn't seem so wrong, no one would see, was it even real? Maybe one time would get rid of the ideas Bellatrix found in her more pleasant dreams, maybe it would go away and she would be normal if she gave into this one urge.

Maybe Rita had imagined Bellatrix's eyes flickering down to her lips, it made no sense. Rita's tongue ran over the mandrake leaf still in the inside of her cheek. Only two weeks until she would spit it out.

Bellatrix's breath caught as she watched Rita. She leaned forward subconsciously.

Rita drew in a breath and stepped back before turning around. Bellatrix was taken aback.

Just like that the moment was over and Bellatrix felt guilt like a fire burning inside her stomach. She felt it scorching her insides, if anyone ever knew... It had been a lapse in judgment, and it wouldn't happen again. Bellatrix was determined to make it through the summer without one of those thoughts.

Rita took a breath and then turned back to Bellatrix with a smile. "We should go home, I'm getting hungry."

"Oh" Bellatrix said, "Okay." She didn't want to leave this little place yet. Still, she followed Rita out and home.

*****

June 22nd, 1965

For the first time, Bellatrix experienced real family.

There was no elf to wake her, only the sweet smell of something cooking. Rita and her rose around the same time, and while Bellatrix went to get ready Rita told her not to bother, so they went to breakfast in their sleep clothes. Bellatrix was apprehensive at first but that disappeared when she saw Rita's parents were still in night clothes. Rita began to set the little wooden table where they would eat. Bellatrix tried to help but didn't know what she was doing so she just ended up watching.

Then Elaine brought over plates and set them on the table. Bella, Rita, and Claus sat at the table and waited for Elaine to join them. There was no looming dread hanging over Bellatrix's head like there usually was at her house. She never even noticed its presence until it was gone. Somehow it made her feel bare, like something was missing, like she would float away without that weight.

There was no formality, Rita's mom had made eggs and pancakes and sausage. There was also fresh orange juice.

Everything tasted buttery and sweet.

They talked at breakfast, Rita's mom asked them what they had done yesterday, and Rita told her in great detail, even about things Bellatrix couldn't even dream of telling her parents.

Then Claus went fishing and Elaine took the girls to the garden where they spent and hour picking, and eating, raspberries. Elaine smiled all the time, Bellatrix wondered if her cheeks hurt. It seemed contagious and Bellatrix wasn't paying attention to her own expressions until her cheeks began to ache and she realized she had been smiling just as much.

Somehow it felt like a betrayal to be here, to be happy and having fun. Her parents wouldn't approve; she wondered how Elaine had managed to act well enough that Cygnus and Druella trusted her to act with decorum.

When all three of their baskets were full, they went inside and Elaine washed the raspberries.

*****

When the sun went down they ate a dinner of potatoes and chicken.

When the table had been cleared Rita's dad spoke, "So, shall we play charades or uno or something else?"

Bellatrix leaned into Rita and whispered, "I don't know those games," she felt hot at the admission she didn't know these.

"It's fine, we'll teach you." Rita whispered, she turned back to her father, "Charades."

"Alrighty!" He said clapping his hands together. "Bellatrix do you know how to play?"

Bellatrix shook her head,

"Ok, so basically, your team would write down ten things each, they can be anything. Then we do the same and put yours in our bowl and ours in your bowl. Then when it's your turn you pick out of your bowl and act out whatever is on the card, but you can't speak and your partner gets a minute to guess what it is. If they don't get it we guess, and you keep going until the minute is up."

Bellatrix stared back blankly,

"It's a lot, but you'll get it as we go on, first round can be a practice round." Rita said,

"Okay," Bellatrix replied.

They made their slips of paper. Bellatrix and Rita teamed up while her parents were together.

Elaine started, she pulled the first slip out of the bag and began to make the motion of writing,

"Writer!" Claus called out, Elaine shook her head, "Author!"

"Yes!" Elaine said, she threw down the paper and grabbed another.

When their minute was up, Rita went.

She smiled at her paper and began to act like she was riding a horse.

"Cowboy?" Bellatrix guessed, Rita shook her head, "Rider?", Again Rita shook her head. Bellatrix continued making guesses as Rita changed motions. All of them were wrong. The timer went off and Elaine shouted out the answer,

"Rodeo!"

"Yes!" Rita exclaimed, before going to sit back down.

"Sorry I didn't get it." Bellatrix muttered as Claus took his place,

"It's fine," Rita replied with a shrug, "It's just a game anyway."

"Uh, what do I do if I don't know what it is?" Bellatrix asked,

"I don't think there's gonna be something you don't know in there." Rita reassured,

"I don't know what a rodeo is." Bellatrix whispered,

"Oh!" Rita said, she seemed shocked, "Really?"

"Yes." Bellatrix answered,

"It's like the circus but less colorful." Rita answered, "You do know what a circus is-"

"Yes! OF course I know what a circus is!" Bellatrix hissed,

"Just making sure." Rita said, "Uhm I guess if you don't know just pick a new one."

"ok,"

In no time Claus had finished and it was Bellatrix's turn. She picked up the first slip of paper and opened it.

Vampire

Bellatrix tried her best to mime what she considered obvious giveaways for a vampire but Rita never got it, her parents didn't know either so at the end of the timer Bellatrix just told them what it was.

She went back to her seat, she felt stiff.

They continued playing for nearly an hour and by the end Bellatrix had opened up and gotten better. They didn't keep score of points and there was no pressure to do well because the object of the game was having fun.

*****

June, 26th, 1965

The week had been magical and Bellatrix felt a sinking in her stomach in knowing it was nearly over. Her only consolation was the knowledge she would see Rita the 17th of July.

It felt like time had sped up and before she knew it every second felt precious.

Bellatrix was feeling depressed, she tried to be present when she was with Rita in the lake or the garden but a sense of doom filled her gut. She knew it was irrational and that all she was doing was squandering her time but she couldn't help the overwhelming sense of anxiety and melancholy that began to consume her; especially with her departure so soon.

Rita noticed and did everything she could to combat the shadows looming over Bellatrix but it was futile. Bellatrix was just destined to be a pessimist, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always wallowing in the good with the knowledge the bad lurks around the corner. It was hard for her to enjoy anything temporary.

*****

June 27th, 1965

Bellatrix didn't crack a smile as she was delivered back to her house. She said goodbye to Rita even before they left because she knew it was her only chance. She walked back into her house at noon as promised without looking back.

Her sisters asked her about what happened and she gave no details, instead she sank into an immobile, non-verbal state while staring out the bay window in the drawing room. Nothing roused her and she didn't move until dinner and avoided speaking as much as possible, even when asked questions. When she did speak it was monotone and devoid of life.

She seemed like a husk and just brushed it off as being tired.

She was tired, tired of everything and when she lay in her bed clutching the cold metal of her necklace tears flowed down her cheeks. Tears for herself, and her life, and the life she could have had. She cried now and cried hard, swearing it would be the only time and that she would soon leave these foolish notions behind.

****

June 30th, 1965

Adults seemed to like Bellatrix even more when she never spoke and hardly moved. She felt drained, she had no energy and Horrendum had been the one brushing her hair because Bellatrix just couldn't be bothered. The smallest tasks seemed to suck everything out of her. Narcissa was concerned and when she brought it up to Andromeda she was met with indifference.

"I don't see why you care," Andromeda spat, "If she's like this even better because she can't scold us."

"She does what's good for us!" Narcissa protested,

"Since when is cursing us 'good for us' Cissa," Andromeda said coldly, she left before Narcissa could respond.

With Bellatrix a shell of a person and Andromeda being bitter, Narcissa was left to her own defense. It was lonely and the house seemed colder and darker.

She imagined monsters hidden in corners waiting to pounce on herself since she was without her sisters protection.

Andromeda saw the monsters, and they weren't hiding in corners, they sat at the breakfast table in the morning and called her their daughter.

Bellatrix warred with her own mind and body, some fierce sense of self preservation was the only thing keeping her going. The only thing making her rise from bed each morning.

****RITA****

July 5th, 1965

Rita was so excited, the full moon was tonight and she could finally get rid of the stupid mandrake leaf that had caused her great inconvenience.

Once midnight struck she would spit the leaf into a vial, then add a strand of her hair, a silver teaspoon of dew that had not been touched by sunlight or human feet, and finally the chrysalis of a death's-head hawk moth.

All of her ingredients were laid out on her windowsill in full view of the moon's rays.

When midnight struck, and the full moon was over head she spit the leaf into the small bottle and then added her ingredients. She then put the vial in a small dark cabinet where it was not to be disturbed for seven days. Then she climbed into her bed with her alarm set for five minutes before sunrise.

***

She rose and waited until the sun began to peak out from the horizon.

She placed the tip of her wand over her heart and chanted, "Amato Animo Animato Animagus"

***BELLATRIX****

July 7th, 1965

*Dear Trixie,

I miss you a ton, and I can't wait to go to France with you all!
.....

Love, Rita*

Bellatrix didn't read past the first sentence, she threw the letter into the drawer with the rest of Rita's letters and laid back down in bed. She had been claiming illness for the past couple days, she would need to get better soon or her parents would get a healer and know she had never been ill.

 

****RITA****

July 10th, 1965

Bellatrix hadn't sent a response to her letter, she tried not to let it bother her. She was probably just busy.

****

July 12th, 1965

At sundown, for the last time in the week, Rita chanted the spell with the tip of her wand over her heart.

She felt giddy, so far she had succeeded, nothing was wrong. She was determined to do this and do it correctly. Now all she had to do was wait for a lightning storm.

****

July 14th, 1965

It was just her luck she didn't have to wait long. On the morning her family had planned to go to the beach for a weekend they had to cancel because a lightning storm was coming that afternoon.

Rita snuck out of her window and ran to the field by her house with the potion, the sky had darkened, it was starting.

She stood patiently, waiting for the first strike which would turn the liquid blood red.

The sky rumbled and light gathered in the clouds, the wind ripped at her clothes and filled her ears.

A bright flash illuminated the sky, it fell in the distance. Rita watched as the vial's contents turned red. She smiled and recited the chant for the last time, "Amato Animo Animato Animagus" then she poured the contents into her mouth and swallowed.

Fiery pain coursed through her body as if she was being struck with lightning. She screamed into her teeth trying not to resist the change. It felt like two hearts beat inside her chest, it was overwhelming and disorienting.

She closed her eyes and an image of a beetle took over her mind. She dropped to her knees, her eyes wouldn't open as she stared at the image her mind had conjured.

She did feel a slight sense of terror but it was overruled by the overwhelming all-consuming pride. She had done it, and she was succeeding. For the first time she understood one part of Bellatrix she had never got. Her thirst for power and control made sense now. Now Rita knew what it was like to yearn for more, to be more.

Her eyes shot open as the vision dissipated and she knew it had worked, all that was left was changing into her animagus. She took a breath and willed her wind back, she envisioned her heart giving the reins to the one that had begun to beat in her chest.

She felt her limbs tingle as they changed, and then the world seemed to get bigger and bigger until she was on the ground, as small and insignificant as a blade of grass. Even in her small form she knew it held immense power, she was practically invisible and she could fly.

She decided to fly home.

She got back safely and returned to her human form.

The rest of the night she practiced changing to and from her animagus form. She flew around her room and wedged in between spaces no human could fit through.

She debated writing Bellatrix a letter and telling her everything but then decided she would just show her when they saw each other.

She went to sleep unbelievably giddy, and she couldn't wait to share the news with Bellatrix.

****REGULUS******

Regulus was shut in his room staring out at the lightning storm. Sirius's screams rang out and while he knew Sirius deserved it, a part of him wondered how their mother could stand to stand there and curse him. How she could claim she loved them and then hurt them.

He thought of Bellatrix, she was always so strong, she hardly screamed when cursed and nothing seemed to affect her. At times it made her parents more angry, and if they wanted to hurt her, but on other occasions they seemed proud of her strength. It was confusing.

He wished Bellatrix were here, he would see her in three days, but still.

His parents had made the decision to stay with Sirius in London instead of going to France. They would send Regulus with his aunt and uncle. Sirius played it off, like the thought didn't terrify him but Regulus could hear his sobs through the walls after their mother had finished with his punishments. He could pretend he was unaffected all he liked, he brought it on himself and Regulus knew it was unfair to hate him, but he couldn't help it. It hurt for him just as much to have to listen to Sirius's cries and know what was happening and know he was powerless to stop it.

He hated Sirius for being so weak, he hated Sirius for acting out, and he hated Sirius for ruining every plan and his determination to ruin every good thing that ever came to him. Self-sabotage seemed to be his greatest strength, and Regulus was sick of it.

Chapter 48: Summer, 1965- France

Summary:

Sorry this took so long chat! I'm doing school and writing and it's a long chapter.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

July 15th, 1965

It really was incredible. She was no larger than a blade of grass, so small yet so free. Rita had snuck away the moment she could, she told her parents she was going for a walk, and she was, but little did they know she was walking through the grass as a beetle! It felt weird at first and had taken her a few times to really get the hang of all the new things she could do, but she adjusted quickly.

Ants were huge, and really scary. She had passed a few absolutely demolishing a grasshopper that still seemed to be alive. It was all fun and games until she died as a beetle and no one ever found her because some bird swooped in and caught her. She tried not to think about that, or the fact she went through so much trouble for her Animagus to be a beetle.

Whatever, there are worse things to be.

She wondered to herself what Bellatrix's Animagus would be, something powerful and smart probably. The fact that she was actively breaking the law by existing hadn't quite set in, still, if they didn't want people to become illegal Animagus's then the process should be harder.

She wondered what Bellatrix would say, what she was doing at this moment...

***BELLATRIX***

Bellatrix sat on her balcony, Narcissa sat beside her with a pencil and paper, she was sketching the landscape. Their parents had gone to some meeting or something and they were left alone, not that she was complaining.

Andromeda was off doing god knows what, Bellatrix would deal with it later, right now she was content to sit and read under the sun. A moment of peace.

She wondered to herself what Rita was doing... Her mind drifted from her book and towards her friend. Rita's smile flashed through her head, her hair, her eyes. Merlin, her eyes were pretty. She recalled the scent of citrus and if she closed her eyes she could almost imagine she was laying beside Rita, breathing in the scent of her pillowcase.

Her mind wandered unchecked, and who gave a shit. Heat raced through her, and it was pleasant. She felt tingly all over, like when limbs fell asleep. The sensation coursed through her and made her heart beat erratically and her body feel fluttery.

She pictured Rita walking out of the bathroom and asking Bellatrix to tie the back of her swimsuit. Her stomach churned. Bellatrix recalled the way her fingers brushed over Rita's soft skin and how at every contact Rita had shivered.

That had been the first time she had seen someone other than herself practically in underwear and it made her feel things.

"Are you alright?" Narcissa asked, breaking Bellatrix out of her daze.

"Yes," Bellatrix answered a little too quickly, Cissa raised her eyebrows, "Why?" Bellatrix asked,

"You look like you're in pain." Narcissa remarked, "You're all tense."

She motioned with her pencil to Bellatrix's clenched hands and legs. She hadn't even realized how much she had tensed up.

Bellatrix forced her limbs to relax,

"What were you thinking about?" Narcissa asked,

"No one." Bellatrix answered,

Narcissa snickered, "So someone then, because I asked what, not who."

Bellatrix cursed herself mentally and rolled her eyes faking nonchalance. "Whatever Ciss,"

Narcissa smirked, "Was it Rudolphus?" She teased,

"Why would you think that?" Bellatrix asked, genuinely surprised that was what Narcissa was thinking. Rudolphus was far from her mind even when he sat beside her, she had more important matters, like thinking about paint drying or anything else.

"I'm told that's what girls think about," Narcissa replied, "Plus, I've seen the two of you interact."

"My point precisely, you've seen us interact." Bellatrix huffed,

"Oh come off it," Narcissa smiled, "There has to be something. I mean, you're getting married eventually."

"I don't have to love, or even remotely care about him to marry him, and if that's what you expect in a marriage you'll be thoroughly disappointed. " Bellatrix said with finality.

Narcissa looked down, "So it was another boy?"

Bellatrix looked away. She had been thinking about Rita the way she assumed girls her age thought of boys. Sure she didn't feel anything towards men in general, she never had, but that was normal. She was normal.

"No," Bellatrix said softly, "Not a boy."

******

July 16th, 1965

Bellatrix was already packed for tomorrow. The plan was she would go with Druella to get Regulus from Walburga's since they were staying home with Sirius, and then to pick up Rita.

She was giddy with excitement and anticipation.

Rita had written her a couple more letters that she wasn't in the head space to read. Andromeda was more distant than ever, hardly ever talking, not even to her sisters who used to be her confidants. Narcissa was constantly on edge, Bellatrix couldn't help but see herself in her sister. Always looking over her shoulder, always waiting for the other shoe. Bellatrix recognized the habits all too well.

While there was a time she wanted to keep Cissa from that at all costs, now she felt a grim satisfaction in her sister's discomfort. She knew what it was like, what Bellatrix had dealt with trying to protect them all. Bellatrix had become colder, nothing scared her anymore. She saw her aunt when she looked in the mirror, she heard her father's voice when she spoke. Her mother's manners haunted her every move, and her Uncle's voice rang in her ears.

Do it

You're pathetic,

The words he hissed in her ears so many times before now echoed even in his absence.

Bellatrix ran her nail over the wood of the dining room table. It had grown much longer and she had filed it into a claw. It carved a line into the wood.

"Stop it." Her mother scolded,

Bellatrix looked up through her eyebrows, before slowly lifting her hand and placing it on her lap.

She had been testing a theory. She had stopped being punished for things her sisters did or when her parents were in a shit mood, and she wondered what else she could do without the fear of her mother's wand.

It was almost like she was one of them, an equal, a person. Maybe all those years of doing everything correctly were paying off, maybe more was coming, and if so she still had to remain perfect for a little longer, just until she could break free. Just until she was bigger.

Bellatrix sat comforting Narcissa. She was only 6, Bellatrix was 9. Their mother had punished Cissa with Crucio for the first time. Sobs racked the little girl's body and Bellatrix was powerless.

"One day we'll be bigger." Bellatrix promised,

It was defiant, it was true.

"Rudolphus is coming to dinner." Her mother announced, this snapped Bellatrix out of her little reminiscence.

"Alright," Bellatrix replied, this was also new. No more 'yes mother, yes father'

"We will have a discussion about your futures, it's more important than ever." Druella said,

Bellatrix wondered what she meant by that. She decided not to ask, all in good time.

*****

Rudolphus and his family arrived at 6, Druella, Andromeda, Cygnus, and Narcissa welcomed them in. Bellatrix had been instructed to sit in the drawing room and wait for Rudolphus.

Bellatrix played the dutiful daughter as always. Never a hair out of place, never a word outspoken. It was all a play, a game of chess and she would win.

Rudolphus entered the drawing room to retrieve Bellatrix so the two of them could return to the rest of the party. He waltzed in like some fucking prince and hardly said a word -as to be expected- before taking her gloved hand and leading them back to the living room when her family and his waited.

The two of them were the picture of grace. Perfectly aligned. Black on black, both living shadows that commanded respect and notoriety. Neither smiled, neither laughed, it was all seriousness between them. To anyone else the sight would've been terrifying, a match made in hell, but to the families it meant only prosperous times were near.

Bellatrix sat beside Rudolphus the whole hour before dinner, nothing other than pleasantries were exchanged, they mostly listened as their fathers spoke about important topics. The mood was serious and somber, Bellatrix found she detested it. Every bone in her body wanted to cause a stir, not because she disliked anything, but the words dragged on and she longed for action or a voice in the conversation.

As they all got up to move to the dining room Rudolphus leaned into Bellatrix,

"This is dreadfully dull," He whispered,

"I'm inclined to agree," Bellatrix returned,

Dinner started and wine flowed.

"So," Cygnus said, "Rudolphus you're entering your final year yes?"

"Yes sir," Rudolphus replied, Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"And what do you plan to do after graduation?"

As if her father cared he continued to ask these questions, all of which Rudolphus answered flawlessly. Bellatrix stayed quiet.

After dinner the party returned to the drawing room. Druella and Rudolphus's mother spoke about whatever in one corner. Narcissa, Andromeda, and Rabastian sat by the window talking in hushed tones so as not to be disruptive. Cygnus and Rudolphus's father sat by the fire drinking scotch. This left Rudolphus and Bellatrix in their own spot with no one near enough to hear their conversation.

At least, no one would hear if there were a conversation. It was a comfortable silence for neither particularly were interested in talking or listening to the other so there was no reason to fill the silence.

Rudolphus had stopped seeing her as some sort of parasite that benefited from the relationship. He realized she brought more to the table, that it was mutually beneficial, but that ultimately she was the better of the two. His pride was still working overtime at the moment of the realization but it was too strong to deny and Bellatrix knew it as well. She had no doubt in her abilities.

Finally Rudolphus and his family left and Bellatrix went to her room.

She unpinned her hair that had been kept up for nearly five hours. It hadn't taken long to do but it hurt. Her hair was so thick and heavy that having it in anything other than down or braids would give her a headache. Still, she never wanted to cut it. The curls made it "Messy" as her mother would say. She often wished her hair was like Narcissa's. Soft with a gentle wave.

She pulled out the last pin and then the hair fork that was black onyx with diamonds adorning it to make it look like the stars. She rubbed her temples before unzipping her dress and slipping into her nightgown. She climbed into bed and turned off the lights with a flick of her wand.

"I love your hair." Rita said, she ran her fingers over Bellatrix's scalp and Bellatrix closed her eyes,

"I love you," Bellatrix replied, lost in the feeling of Rita's hands on her.

Rita pulled her hands away from Bellatrix's hair and grabbed her face.

"I love you too Trix." She said, and she leaned in.

Bellatrix shot up from her bed and ran to the bathroom.

She doubled over the toilet and threw up. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.

No, no she couldn't do this. She wasn't like this. She wouldn't betray her family.

She felt disgusted with herself. She shook herself, still crying she reached for her wand. She didn't need to remember this, and she couldn't have anyone else see it. Just because they hadn't looked through her memories in a while didn't mean she was safe. Occlumency was something she wasn't taught.

She raised her wand to her temple and envisioned the memory. It was bad, but in a moment it would be gone.

"Obliviate." She whispered.

*****

July 17th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up with a fog over her mind. She couldn't help but think there was something she was forgetting.

She brushed it off and got ready.

******

Bellatrix was forced into a ridiculous outfit. Her dress's collar was feathered and poked her everywhere. The gown fell to the floor and was encrusted with gems that scratched her when she let her arms rest by her side.

"It's the height of fashion in France." Her mother had said,

Bellatrix found it pretty, no doubt, but that didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable.

Bellatrix went with her mother to collect Regulus.

They apparated outside her aunt's door and knocked. Walburga answered the door with Regulus by her side. He was dressed in a similar outfit, feathers seemed to be the style of the moment.

Walburga made small talk with them for a while and then they were off to Rita's with Regulus in tow.

The three of them apparated a few meters away from the Skeeter's gate and then walked in through the garden and to the door.

Bellatrix knocked and Rita's mom answered, she looked different. She stood there stone faced and serious, perfect. No wonder Bellatrix's parents found them acceptable when they acted like this in front of them.

Rita appeared around the corner with a trunk and a stony expression that matched her mother.

"We offer deepest gratitude to you and your family for inviting Rita." Elaine said dully.

"It's our pleasure. Bellatrix tells us you've raised a proper young lady and I must trust her counsel." Druella replied,

Elaine bowed her head and gave a polite smile. The small talk died at that and Rita took hold of Druella as the four of them apparated back to Bellatrix's house.

They arrived at the door and entered.

"Bellatrix," Druella said, "Do see Rita to your room, you should find another dress there for her. Horrendum shall aid her in getting ready. Don't dally. We leave in an hour."

"Of course." Bellatrix replied, her heart beat as fast as ever as she walked away.

Her mother didn't say a word about her lack of formalities or that she had forgone asking to be dismissed. Bellatrix let herself grin slightly as she walked upstairs with Rita.

This was it. She could feel it, after next year her hard work and obedience would be rewarded.

Bellatrix ushered Rita into her room and closed the door, then she pulled Rita into a long hug.

"I missed you," Bellatrix whispered, as if saying it any louder would trigger something, as if she wasn't already breaking a million rules every time Rita entered her thoughts.

Rita smiled into Bellatrix's neck. "I have something to show you."

"Can it wait until I get you dressed?" Bellatrix asked, she pulled out of the hug and turned around to grab the dress off the hangar. Rita didn't answer and when Bellatrix turned around she was gone.

"Rita?" She called, "Where did you go??" A beetle rose in the air coming eye to eye with her before landing on her collar.

After a second the beetle took flight again and then morphed into Rita.

"Holy..." Bellatrix trailed off. She was in awe. "Did you just...?"

Rita nodded, her grin spread from ear to ear.

"When? How? I mean... Holy shit Rita..." Bellatrix said, she was at a loss for words.

"I know!" Rita exclaimed, "And over the summer, I had the mandrake leaf in my cheek while we were at the lake."

"That's..." Bellatrix trailed off, "Do it again."

Rita smiled bigger and morphed into a beetle. Bellatrix outstretched her land and Rita landed on it. Bellatrix examined Rita's animagus form closer. She was a chrome green with stripes of pink and flecks of gold. Her wings were beautiful and iridescent guarded by her exoskeleton. She was beautiful and incredible.

"You're amazing..." Bellatrix whispered,

****

One hour later, Bellatrix, Rita, Regulus, Andromeda, Narcissa, Druella and Cygnus stood by the fireplace ready to leave for France. Bellatrix wanted to reach out and grab Rita's hand but resisted the urge and instead clenched her hand into a fist. Her nails bit into her palms and she couldn't decide whether it was to punish or restrain herself.

Druella went first, followed by Narcissa, Andromeda, Regulus and Rita.

This left Bellatrix standing before her father. It felt like looking into a mirror, the demeanor, the expression, all of it was identical. She knew it was improper, that she should mirror her mother, but she couldn't. The role set for women was not one she desired. To everyone, strength and fortitude of mind was distasteful in a woman; she was not to have her own opinions, her own ideas, all of that belonged to the men.

"You've grown much since last summer." Her father said,

Bellatrix didn't reply, unsure whether it was a compliment or a scolding.

When he didn't say anything more Bellatrix turned to the fireplace. In a furnace of green flames she was gone and stood in her mansion in France. She stepped out of the fireplace and went to stand between Rita and Narcissa.

A moment later her father appeared and they were all dismissed to their respective rooms until dinner.

Bellatrix showed Rita to her room (which was right beside Bellatrix's) and then excused herself to her bedroom.

*****

Bellatrix sat in her room staring at the wall she shared with Rita, as if that would make the wall break down on it's own.

Suddenly she heard a loud fluttering and looked over to her window to see a beetle thumping against the glass. Bellatrix smiled and opened the window to let Rita in. Rita landed and turned back into a human.

"This house is huge." Rita said,

Bellatrix smiled and rolled her eyes before plopping down onto her bed, Rita joined beside her.

"I flew around once and that nearly took me ten minutes!" Rita exclaimed,

"So coming to see me was an afterthought?" Bellatrix teased, Rita nudged her playfully and Bellatrix felt a current where they touched. She pulled away quickly, her heartbeat reset.

"Anyway!" Rita chirped, she scooted so she was laying behind Bellatrix's hair, "Maybe keep your window open." she ran her nails through Bellatrix's scalp. Bellatrix closed her eyes and untensed, melting into the mattress she hummed in agreement.

Rita smiled, she loved knowing how to calm Bellatrix down. How to help her after a nightmare, or when she's in a rage. How she would never hurt Rita, no matter what.

****

At dinner, Bellatrix sat at her father's left hand with Rita beside her. She hadn't had a chance to talk to Regulus or her sisters yet, in fact she didn't speak with any of them much anymore, she was always preoccupied at school and now at home her mother and father always had something for her to be a part of or go to. Their trust came at the price of her sisters'.

Bellatrix didn't understand why they had stopped telling her things. Sure, she punished them, but her parents had always made her before, so who cared if it was because Bellatrix knew that was what was right. She wasn't a monster, she just wanted the best for them, for all of them.

*****

July 18th, 1965

Bellatrix decided to take Rita, Regulus, and her sisters to the little bakery she went to a million times with her aunt. Her parents allowed it as they were meeting with someone important to think about important thoughts and talk important talk. The lack of details was unsurprising but it was what drew the line between Bellatrix and the adults, what told her and everyone that while she may be expected to be just as good as them, she wasn't equal to them.

She had to work harder, be better.

The bakery had checkered floors and cute little tables. Bellatrix ordered a pain-au-chocolate for herself and Rita. The rest of them ordered and they sat down outside to watch the people pass by in the beautiful French town.

"This is amazing." Rita said.

Bellatrix smiled, "I told you so,"

"Bella, c'est quand le quidditch coupe du monde?" Regulus asked,

"Je crois que c'est le 30." Bellatrix replied,

"I have no clue what you're saying but I love when you speak French." Rita said smiling, Bellatrix laughed,

****

That evening Bellatrix left her window open and Rita flew in. They layed in bed together, intertwined, sharing breaths, sharing bodies.

It wasn't wrong,

If it wasn't wrong why was it a secret?

If it wasn't wrong why did she want to kick herself?

It felt too good to be bad.

Nothing ever felt this good, but if her family was doing what was good, then it should feel bad. Good should feel bad. Suffering meant she was doing it correctly, it meant she was following the path intended.

*****

July 23rd, 1965

All the wizarding world was talking about the world cup, and with only a week left until the actual game all of France was buzzing with excitement. Even Bellatrix, who never particularly enjoyed watching quidditch couldn't help feeling excited.

They were meeting with the Rosiers for dinner tonight at some restaurant. Bellatrix and Rita were getting ready together in Bellatrix's room, she had sent Horrendum away, claiming they didn't need help when really Bellatrix just wanted to be alone with Rita, even if Horrendum wasn't really anyone, the presence disrupted the feeling.

"Hair up or down?" Rita asked, she held her hair up with one hand.

"Up," Bellatrix replied, she loved being able to see the earrings she gave Rita on display, even if no one else knew.

There was a knock at the door.

Bellatrix straightened and stood tensely,

"Bella," The person called,

Bellatrix relaxed. It wasn't one of her parents. She went to the door and opened it,

"What?" Bellatrix asked harshly, Regulus's face fell,

"Sorry," he murmured, his eyes cast downwards, Bellatrix immediately felt bad,

"No, It's okay." Bellatrix reassured, she moved to let Regulus walk into her room, "What's the matter?"

"I just wanted to see you," Regulus said,

"Oh," Bellatrix replied, she was a little stunned. For her, it was like no one else existed when Rita was there.

"Also, I wanted to know if we could go to the bakery tomorrow?" Regulus asked,

"Sure, I'm sure Cissa and Andy would like that," Bellatrix replied. She sat on the edge of her bed, Regulus stood in front of her.

"No, I mean just you and me." Regulus said, "Remember, you promised we could?"

Bellatrix paused for a moment, she had promised Regulus that, but at the same time she didn't want to leave Rita with her family, even if it was only for a little while.

"Go," Rita said, "I don't mind,"

Bellatrix looked back to Rita who was smiling,

"I'm sure the two of us can make that work." Bellatrix said to Regulus,

Regulus smiled and hugged her, "Can I stay in here with you?"

"Sure," Bellatrix said,

****

That evening, the seven of them joined the Rosiers for dinner.

The restaurant was candlelit and had a witch playing the piano and singing.

Bellatrix wore a black silk gown, part of her hair had been pulled back and was fastened with a pretty emerald clip.

At dinner, Evan tried talking with Regulus since they were the same age, but Regulus mostly just sat there unwavering. He no longer seemed shy, just uninterested. Pandora had a glazed over look about her, Bellatrix couldn't help but think she was just a strange child.

Mrs. Rosier spoke a little to Bellatrix about school and plans, but mostly the conversation was between the men. Bellatrix replied to everything they said in her head because it wouldn't be acceptable for her to state her opinions aloud.

Her father spoke about the minister of magic and Bellatrix internally interjected herself into the conversation. She followed it with vivacity, hanging onto their every word and learning.

"So how is Rudolphus these days?" Mrs. Rosier asked Druella,

"He's quite well," Druella replied, "He makes a fine match for Bellatrix."

"I have no doubt about it, good breeding and good education, not to mention the Lestrange fortune. There was no possible better option!" Mrs. Rosier exclaimed,

Bellatrix gritted her teeth, who gave a shit?! She was worth so much more than a marriage.

"And are there plans in place for Andromeda and Narcissa?" Mrs. Rosier inquired,

"Oh of course!" Her mother said, "Narcissa is to marry Lucius," Bellatrix raised her eyebrows, Lucius? Ugh, Cissa could do better. "and Andromeda shall make a fine match for Amycus Carrow."

Before Bellatrix could register it, Andromeda stood up abruptly, knocking over her chair in the process.

"Andromeda!" Their mother scolded. Bellatrix looked at Rita and then at Regulus and Narcissa. They had all frozen, waiting with bated breath.

"Sit down child." Cygnus hissed, Andromeda was fuming and color rose in her cheeks.

"You will not embarrass me!" Druella spat,

"You will not marry me off to anyone! Least of all Amycus Carrow!" Andromeda shouted. The restaurant had gone quiet, "I will marry whoever I want to! It's my decision!"

Cygnus stood up and in one swift motion grabbed hold of Andromeda before disaparating.

"Shit," Rita whispered,

Regulus and Narcissa looked to Bellatrix who's eyes tracked her mother's movements.

Druella was flushed and looked stunned, she looked around and saw everyone staring.

Inside her a war ragged, on the one hand, she wanted to leave, on the other, it might cause more of a stir if she did. The family's reputation depended on this, no matter what she did, there would be rumors. No matter what she did, Cygnus would be angry, and it would be Andromeda's fault.

Druella cleared her throat and continued eating as if nothing had happened. The Rosiers followed suit and within a few minutes the chatter started back up.

****CYGNUS****

"You know nothin girl," Cygnus hissed, his wand underneath Andromeda's chin. His daughter was shaking but she held a brave face; Defiant. "You will marry who I tell you to, whether it be a troll, Amycus, or even Sirius." He said pacing around her in a circle, like a predator with a cornered deer.

"You will be obedient." And with that, he flicked his wand and Andromeda felt a sharp pain race across her face. Andromeda still said nothing. Cygnus sneered, he was loosing control, Andromeda was going to be incorrigible if this went on. "Say it." He spat.

Andromeda didn't even make an inclination that she heard, Cygnus gritted his teeth and struck her across the face. Andromeda fell to her knees, a red welt was forming on her cheek. "Say it." Cygnus repeated.

Color rose in his face as she refused to respond. "SAY IT!" He boomed, his breaths came in ragged pants as his rage boiled over. "You insolent little-" he took a shaky breath. "Crucio,"

****

Cygnus sat at his desk sipping scotch. Andromeda had finally said it before losing consciousness, he had won. Horrendum had come and taken Andromeda to her room.

crack

"The master wished for me to alert him when Mrs. Black arrived sir." Horrendum said,

Cygnus put down his glass with a thump, "Tell Druella to put the children to sleep and then to come here." Cygnus ordered,

Horrendum bowed and started to turn when Cygnus hit her with a curse that sent her scurrying away. Cygnus laughed.

*****DRUELLA******

Druella's hands shook as she entered Cygnus's study.

There he sat, facing the fireplace.

"Cygnus?" She asked softly,

"Come here." He commanded, Druella went to him. "Do you know what makes a good wife Druella?" He asked, still staring at the roaring flames.

Druella knew what her daughters went through with him. She had always been harder on Bellatrix because it made her better, it made Cygnus like her more, it meant she was safer.

"Obidience." She said, she felt like a child being interrogated. She thought it would stop when she was married, that she would be an equal, but no. She never escaped the thumb of men.

"Obedience is important," Cygnus agreed, "But what's more is the ability to serve."

"Serve?" Druella questioned,

"Yes, Serve." Cygnus repeated, "To produce heirs, to rear them, to serve your husband as your god." He turned to face her now, "You've failed." He said, "You failed to produce an heir, now it goes to Sirius. You failed as a mother to control them and shape them to be the perfect wives. You see more in them but they will never be more, they have never been more. Not even Bellatrix."

Druella tried to hide any expression that might cross her face.

Cygnus rose from his chair and began to pace.

"You failed entirely with Andromeda. Narcissa will never amount to more than a pretty wife for Lucius to flaunt and use. The fire in Bellatrix must be quenched. She is good, but she is no son, if she were perhaps there would be more of a place for her in this world." Cygnus said, "I know what you did with Bellatrix. How you were hardest on her, in hopes I would spare her. And I did because it worked. She acts the way she should, she thinks the way she should. She will make a good wife as long as she can bite her pride."

Cygnus stopped pacing and faced Druella,

"Bellatrix will see you as a villain. She'll always hate you, she'll see herself as my creation." Cygnus said smugly,

"If she must hate me so be it." Druella said quietly, "I'll be her villain."

Cygnus sneered, "You're pathetic. You were good once, useful."

******

The daughter will sit with her father a laugh at their mother's failures, thinking they are so much better and smarter, but this does not spare the daughter from the mother's fate.

Notes:

ALSO REMINDER, yes they can't do magic outside of school but the way it works it that it is traced to where the person is generally so if there are adult witches or wizards there they just assume it was them casting the spell.

Chapter 49: Summer, 1965- The Quidditch world cup

Notes:

Jesus this is taking so long

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

July 23rd, 1965

Bellatrix had told Rita to stay in her room, even if she wished Rita could be with her, but it wasn't fair and Bellatrix didn't need Rita knowing more about her family than she already did. Bellatrix stared at her door, waiting for a knock.

A few minutes passed before Regulus and Narcissa showed up. Bellatrix ushered them in and turned off the lights.

"Did you see Andromeda?" Narcissa asked, she was crying, Regulus held it together, trying to be strong for them.

"No..." Bellatrix replied, "I'm sorry Cissa,"

She was sorry, but more than that she was angry at Andromeda. Bellatrix was finally getting freedom, and now her sister just goes and fucks it all up. If Andromeda had behaved like Bellatrix she would be gaining privileges as well.

Bellatrix was just glad no one but Andromeda was being punished for this. She was a little disappointed at not being called in to discipline Andromeda, it was her duty after all. Maybe her parents had decided she wasn't ready... Maybe everything she had worked for would be for nothing...

"You have to go." Bellatrix said, suddenly stern. This would get her in trouble, and Andromeda was causing enough of that for all of them.

Narcissa gave her a look of confusion, Bellatrix didn't know how she didn't understand.

The wind whistled outside, a chill ran through the room as if light and warmth were leaving. Narcissa's face, that was usually bright and cheery seemed devoid of color, it took away from her beauty. Darkness didn't suit her the way it complimented Bellatrix. Maybe she was born into the wrong place, or maybe she was just cursed because darkness would follow her forever, no matter what she did and it would always leach her beauty.

The shadows in Bellatrix's face seemed more pronounced, for the first time Narcissa thought she looked scarier than she did elegant. Like something was lurking beneath.

"Go," Bellatrix ordered,

"But-" Narcissa started,

"Now." Bellatrix said, she gave no reason though she had plenty, Narcissa should know and if she didn't she had better learn. Bellatrix was conditioned to look for trouble so she could avoid it. Maybe it was paranoia to some definition, always looking over her shoulder, waiting for something to drop, waiting for a fire to catch. Was it really crazy that she was so worried when worse things had happened before and would happen again.

Narcissa shrunk before her sister who had turned so cold in the blink of an eye. She turned and left with Regulus beside her. Narcissa was hurt and confused, it seemed like only yesterday her sister had been, well, her sister; now she was a step away from their parents.

If only Narcissa knew how much Bellatrix did, how much she hid. If only Narcissa understood Bellatrix had done her best to save them by damning herself.

If only Bellatrix knew there was no saving them, nothing she could do. If only Bellatrix understood she would've been better off selling her soul to the devil because no God was coming to save her.

****

July 24th, 1965, Sunday

Bellatrix sat with her family in the cathedral.

"In the name of the father, son, and holy spirit." The priest repeated.

Bellatrix made the sign of the cross and tried to pretend her shoes didn't hurt and her dress didn't itch, after all, this wasn't for her, it was for the lord and she was being selfish.

She could recite every prayer and song by heart. The rosary hung from her wrist, she clutched it like a lifeline.

When she was younger, she had been told to bow her head to pray, out of respect, but when no one else was around she would look up to the heavens and recite her prayers, as if it would make her God take more notice, make him listen, make him save her.

It had been a while since she prayed on her own...

3, 4 years?

No. Longer. 6 or 7.

She never went to the chapel at school, stopped wearing her rosary, stopped asking for God.

It wasn't because she quit believing. He was always watching, always listening. That's what everyone told her, and if he knew everything happening, and did nothing, then it was because it was right. She didn't need saving because there was nothing to be saved from. God is good, so this too must be.

Andromeda had been forced to come as well. Her mother held her under the imperius curse to ensure no further outbursts would occur.

Still, the enchantment didn't hide the emptiness in her eyes or the pain her posture betrayed.

Now in the cathedral, before the priests and servants of the lord, Narcissa felt nothing.

Since she was little she prayed. She prayed so hard and so long, begging God to save her, to save her sisters. She never got an answer still she always prayed, maybe if she just did a better job... She had an almost childish belief in some father figure. Now she felt nothing. The beautiful stain glass murals she had always admired as a child gave her no sense of glee, the depictions of Jesus on the cross evoked no emotions from her. If God was good and all powerful why did He allow all the evil in the world. If He was so great and loved them why did He let her sister be punished until she could no longer stand, why did He let Bellatrix turn into a shell, why did He allow their parents to be so cruel, why did He never answer when Narcissa begged for help, for it to stop, to be saved? Why did He never do anything?

*****

July 25th, 1965

"Bellatrix," Druella said,

The two of them sat in the drawing room, Bellatrix had been reading. She closed the book lightly and looked to her mother. Andromeda was locked in her room, Narcissa was elsewhere, Bellatrix hadn't spoken with her since she kicked her and Regulus out a couple nights ago. Rita was in the garden and Cygnus had taken Regulus into the city leaving Bellatrix with her mother.

"Yes?" Bellatrix replied

"Would you take Regulus to the little patisserie tomorrow? He's been asking for some time." Druella said,

Bellatrix paused, she had planned to but after Andromeda's outburst she figured it wasn't the best time.

"Of course," Bellatrix said finally,

"Good," Druella replied, "Cygnus has business so I'm sure the girls and I can find a suitable activity in your absence."

Bellatrix stiffened at the thought of Rita alone with her family, especially since Bellatrix was usually there to direct her, and there was no guarantee Narcissa would. Still, she held her tongue and the two sat in silence before it was acceptable for Bellatrix to leave.

****

July 26th, 1965

Bellatrix waited until noon to leave with Regulus for the cafe. She told her mother they were leaving and then they were out the door. Just like that...

The sun shone brightly on the cobblestone streets and reflected off the buildings.

It was a thirty minute walk since the manor was on the outskirts of the city.

They walked along the scene. Women in long dresses accompanied by men in suits walked through the lovely streets, all arm in arm. The city of love. A few tourists wandered about distinctive by their wide-eyed expressions and clothing. Bellatrix could also identify a few witches and wizards even though they fit in here better than most places since (unknown to most) Parisian fashion was based of witch and wizard fashion. All the great french designers were wizards or witches.

It was warm and the exertion of walking made Bellatrx hot in her heavy dress and thick hair. Her boots rubbed against her heels through her stockings and it felt as though her clothes were sealing themself onto her skin.

Regulus was equally uncomfortable in his coat and trousers.

Finally the two arrived at the cafe. The walls were old brick much like every building in Paris, a few french windows with shutters let light into the little place. Smoke pumped out of the chimney and metal chairs and tables dotted the outside under a stripped overhang for when it rained and people wished to dine outside. Bellatrix entered the cafe with Regulus in tow. The smell of fresh bread and pastries filled her nose. She remembered coming here with her aunt all the time when they all lived in France.

The charming place was run by an old witch with grey hair.

Bellatrix and Regulus greeted her before ordering a tea, hot chocolate, a pain-au-raisin for Regulus and a quiche for Bellatrix.

They sat outside. Under the cover of shade Bellatrix felt better. They sipped their drinks and ate slowly while taking in the surrounding people. Bellatrix's eyes landed on two young women sitting together on a bench laughing about something. One had short light brown hair curled in the current style; she wore a black fascinator with feathers adorning it. The other had darker longer hair. They sat close to each other and Bellatrix's mind wandered to Rita. What was she doing with her family now...

"What would you do about Sirius?" Regulus asked,

"What?" Bellatrix said, caught off guard at the question,

"If you were me," Regulus said, "What would you do?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment, she didn't know everything Sirius did but she had a pretty good idea.

"I'm not you," She replied after a long moment. "I'm not in that situation,"

"Isn't it like that with Andy?"

Bellatrix shook her head, "With Andy, I'm older for one, and no one relies on her. If she's a disgrace so be it, it won't be good, but it won't be the end of the world. She's just a girl. Sirius is heir, to have him fail..." She paused, many a time she imagined what it would be like if she could be heir. She was the oldest, the smartest, she did everything perfectly. "To have him fail would be more public."

Regulus looked down, "Doesn't he know he's making everything worse?"

Bellatrix never liked Sirius, from the second he was born everyone made it abundantly clear that Bellatrix no longer mattered, he was the heir, he was their perfect little child who would carry on the family. Her whole world changed, her aunt changed, her role changed, and she had to take care of the little beast as well. Even with all the problems he caused everyone was adamant about turning him into the perfect child.

"He doesn't care Reggie." Bellatrix replied, she tried to force sweetness into her voice. Honestly she wasn't sure if Sirius knew or not, but it was better for Regulus to believe he just couldn't give a shit. She took his hands and looked him in the eyes, "You can't do anything and it's not your responsibility to do so." That much she was sure of. It might be her responsibility to control Andromeda and Cissa, but it would never be Regulus's fault his brother was a failure.

"Will it get better?" Regulus asked, he sounded as though he was choking back tears.

"Maybe," Bellatrix said without conviction, "Best case scenario, you end up heir. However it would happen."

"But what if I don't want to be heir?" Regulus asked,

"Don't be ridiculous Reggie." Bellatrix replied, "I'd be heir in a second if I could."

"But you can't..." Regulus said softly,

"But I can't." Bellatrix repeated, "But you can."

Regulus looked at her. Pride shone in her eyes, something he rarely saw. Her words echoed in his head "But you can." "But you can." "But you can." "But you can."

Bellatrix wanted to be their heir, but while that wasn't an option, Regulus was the second best and he listened to her fairly well. And then it donned on her, if Regulus was heir, she could pull the strings behind him. An almost manic look flashed through her eyes, "Promise me." She said suddenly, taking Regulus's hand. "Promise me you'll become heir."

"Bella-"

"Please." She begged, she never begged.

"I'll try..." Regulus said, Bellatrix's nails dug into his arm.

"You will." She hissed,

"I will." Regulus repeated, and he did want to in that moment, to make Bellatrix happy, proud even.

She smiled and released his arm.

******

Bellatrix walked quickly with Regulus always a few steps behind as they hurried home. Bellatrix was eager to get back to Rita and she never liked leaving anyone with her parents for too long.

They arrived at the house and Horrendum let them in.

"The Mrs. and girls are having tea in the sun room." The elf said, bowing deeply,

"Thank you Horrendum," Bellatrix said, "Regulus, go to the drawing room."

Regulus nodded and they parted.

As Bellatrix drew nearer to where the elf had said the women were having tea, Rita's voice grew louder and while she couldn't make out exactly what was being said laughter from her mother often followed.

She walked faster and came to the open doors where Druella, Narcissa and Rita sat at a little table laden with tea, jams, and biscuits.

"Bellatrix! Come sit!" Her mother called, and it didn't sound much like an order anymore.

Bellatrix obliged.

"Rita has been telling us all about school. She even has a gossip paper!" Druella exclaimed,

"Well, it's really a news letter but when I can I like to add in little interesting bits." Rita said,

"She's a wonderful story teller I must say!" Druella said paying no attention to Rita's statement. "Oh you'll love having children! I'm sure you'll be a wonderful mother full of stories for your little boys! I always wished I could have a son of my own."

Bellatrix pretended the comment didn't hit a sore spot.

Narcissa stared down at her cup looking morose.

"Oh, I do hope you can give me grandsons Bellatrix." Druella followed,

"What?" She asked,

"Well, not now of course, but in a few years." Druella laughed and turned her attention back to Rita.

Bellatrix bit her tongue. She knew getting married wasn't a choice, but she didn't want kids and she knew Druella only cared for an heir, she'd be a horrible grandmother. Bellatrix would be a horrible mother, she didn't want kids ever.

"So Rita, have your parents arranged a marriage for you?" Druella asked, Rita stumbled and looked over to Bellatrix who was lost in her own thoughts.

"Uhm, no, they have no plans for my marriage." Rita replied,

"Oh how dreadful!" Druella exclaimed, "You'll be on your own in that regard then! Still I trust you'll have no issues finding a good husband and settling down for a home life."

Rita forced a laugh, Bellatrix had returned to paying attention. Rita didn't want that, she didn't need that. She was incredible, she'd become someone, someone big, someone worth while. She was made for more, they all were.

"You remind me of myself you know?" Druella said, "Vivacious, intelligent..." she listed off, "I myself was quite a writer."

"Really?" Rita asked,

"Oh yes. I even wanted to be an author for a little. Silly prospects of course, it's not a woman's place, but young dreams are just that." Druella laughed to herself and sipped her tea, "I was a good writer..." She said wistfully,

"Do you write still?" Rita asked,

"Oh no!" Druella smiled, "I haven't in years, not since..." She paused thinking back, "Not since I married."

Rita looked at Druella, and while Bellatrix was blinded by biases and her vision was clouded, Rita saw the sadness in her. Like the life had been drained, everything she ever enjoyed had been stomped down, all her hopes and dreams. Rita couldn't help but wonder if Bellatrix shared the same fate. Would Rita even recognize her in 7 years... Would Bellatrix recognize herself?

******

July 30th, 1965

Bellatrix stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her black curls were half pinned up while the rest fell delicately over her shoulders. She wore a black off-the-shoulder velvet dress, it was already making her hot. She still wore her raven-skull necklace that looked quite pretty on her pale skin. Light makeup had been applied, her lashes were more defined and her lips and cheeks were painted a dark shade of red.

She looked beautiful, she felt like a liar.

****

Rita wore a green flowy dress and a set of pearls. She smiled at Bellatrix,

"You look good," She whispered, her lips grazed Bellatrix's ear and she shivered,

"Thank you," Bellatrix replied quietly, her heart fluttered and her stomach jumped.

The two of them walked a few steps behind Bellatrix's parents. Narcissa, Andromeda, and Regulus were at the very back. The morning had been rather tense with everyone getting ready for the cup. Now the seven of them walked into the stadium to find their box. Horrendum accompanied them of course.

"Ah Cygnus! Druella!" Bellatrix looked up to see Abraxas Malfoy with his wife and Lucius advancing.

"Abraxas!" Cygnus greeted, "How are you?"

"Well, and you?" Abraxas replied,

"Just as." Cygnus smiled, "Our boxes are side by side?"

"Appears so!" Abraxas said, "Quite the coincidence."

"Quite fortunate really," Cygnus said, lowering his voice, "There seem to be all sorts up here now."

Abraxas nodded solemnly, "I'd rather not be reminded of that,"

"Yes, yes." Cygnus replied, "Well, if it fancies you all our box has quite enough room for an old friend."

Abraxas smiled and eagerly agreed, no matter who you were, an invitation from a Black was nothing to be ignored.

The men talked loudly while the women chatted about things in inaudible tones. Regulus sat quietly next Bellatrix who spoke softly with Rita. Andromeda sat by herself seemingly staring off into space. Lucius had an air of boredom as most boys their age did and Narcissa sat properly beside him making polite conversation.

Bellatrix was certain she'd be arranged to marry him sooner or later. He was the best fit after all.

The game started and Bellatrix had no real interest in it. She didn't care to watch quidditch but Rita liked it so she tried not to talk over it for her sake. It was France vs England and in the first ten minutes France was up by 30.

Both teams had great defense and Bellatrix found herself looking at the game in a strategic way, looking for the teams' weaknesses and strengths and how she would exploit them in a game. The mental exercise occupied her mind for the first 20 minutes until England called a time out.

France was winning so far, 130 to 80.

"They look so cool flying around like that." Rita said wistfully,

"They really do," Regulus said,

Bellatrix looked between them but she didn't understand the appeal. For a few minutes she tried using the binoculars to see the players better but it was distasteful, they looked quite unfortunate and she found no real appeal in watching the players flying around.

The game started up again and they were off.

*****

Bellatrix spaced out for most of the actual game and when it was over she was eager to get home.

Getting home took longer than Bellatrix had the patience for. Somehow every time Bellatrix was about to scream or say something flippant Rita would put a hand on her arm to steady her and Bellatrix held her tongue.

It was a rare talent to be able to predict Bellatrix and yet an even rarer one to be able to contain her.

******

August 15th, 1965

The rest of their time in France passed in a blur and before Bellatrix knew it they were taking Rita home with a promise of meeting up at diagon alley when they went shopping for school.

When they had parted Bellatrix couldn't bring herself to care for anything else.

She felt exhausted beyond all measures and even fell ill.

For the next two weeks Bellatrix was practically bedridden. She was nauseous and often threw up any food given to her. A doctor came by and concluded she had just caught some bug and should be better soon but that beyond rudimentary potions there was nothing to be done.

Still it did nothing for her.

*****

August 20th, 1965

Bellatrix grew worse every day. She was losing weight because she couldn't keep anything down and no potions helped. Narcissa and Andromeda weren't allowed to see her because they might catch something.

Bellatrix herself felt miserable. She was so tired but could never sleep so she was irritated all the time but too sick to even act on it which made her more upset. She felt restless and was never comfortable, partly because of her racing heart and partly because she
physically felt achy.

She ran a fever and was always too cold or hot.

When she continued to get worse another doctor was called in.

He examined her and determined that she had caught a virus, most likely a flu of some sort and needed rest and quiet.

Bellatrix was deathly pale as she forced herself to write Rita a letter explaining her condition and that she couldn't meet her in diagon alley in a few days but that she hoped by school she would be recovered.

******

August 22nd, 1965

Bellatrix's sisters and mother went to diagon alley without her to get their school supplies and her's. Rita wrote back sending her best wishes.

*****

August 25th, 1965

It seemed the potions were working and Bellatrix's condition steadily improved. She was eating more though the sickness had done it's damage and Bellatrix looked frail with the hollows in her cheeks and shadows beneath her pronounced collar bones.

Narcissa visited her now and sat beside her bed usually drawing or reading. Bellatrix wasn't really in a mood to talk but the company of someone other than her mother was welcome.

******

August 30th, 1965

By the night before school Bellatrix was mostly recovered and she did well to hide any symptoms so there was no reason to keep her at home. She still looked sickly but was truly feeling much better and saw no reason to continue staying at home.

******

September 1st, 1965

Bellatrix readied herself to depart for the train station and was ready to see Rita again and get away from the dark corridors of the manor.

She missed school more than anyone could imagine. She missed Rita more than anyone could imagine.

Notes:

Mother of all fuck that took so long

Chapter 50: Fourth year, 1965- I'd be a bitch not a baller

Notes:

4th year is gonna be INSANE have funsies!

Chapter Text

September 1st, 1989
Dear diary
I believe I'm a good person
You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—
Here we are, first day of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself — what happened?

 

Sorry I had too. Anyway on to the fic.

September 1st, 1965

Bellatrix and her sisters arrived at the train station for another year of school. They parted from their parents, boarded the train, and immediately went to their respective spots. Bellatrix found Rita and Alecto in their usual carriage with Lucius and Amycus.

"Where's Eliza?" Bellatrix asked as she put her trunk under the seat.

"Probably in another carriage snogging some fifth year." Lucius remarked,

"We don't need it from you Malfoy," Rita shot back, "She can do as she pleases."

"Sure," Lucius responded with a smirk, "Doesn't make her any less of a slag though."

Amycus snorted and Rita grew red.

"Leave it Rita." Bellatrix said, "They're idiots anyway." She sat down beside her friend, glad to finally have her back.

*****

At the feast Narcissa came over to Bella and her friends.

"Black, you're sister." Rabastian said, cutting Bellatrix off from talking and drawing her attention to Narcissa who had been standing awkwardly for a few moments without notice from Bellatrix and not wanting to interrupt.

Bellatrix glared at him but turned to Cissa.

"What?" She asked, the tone colder than she was aiming for.

"When are quidditch tryouts?" Narcissa asked,

"Oh right, you can do that this year..." Bellatrix said, to be honest she had no clue when tryouts were and didn't really care.

"Friday." Alecto said, not looking up from her meal,

"Yea that." Bellatrix said,

"Thank you," Narcissa said turning to leave,

"Welcome," Alecto called,

Narcissa spun back around "Sorry, this friday or next?"

"Next," Alecto replied,

"Ok, got it." She said before walking away and joining her friends.

"What was I saying?" Bellatrix asked, completely thrown off track,

"No clue," Lucius said,

Bellatrix sneered.

********

September 2nd, 1965

Before their first day, schedules were handed out.

Bellatrix was in all advanced classes, Rita was in advanced History of magic, Alecto advanced DADA, and Eliza was in advanced Potions.

"We only are going to have two classes together!?" Rita exclaimed looking over their schedules.

"We live together, I think it will be fine." Bellatrix said, though she really was upset at the realization. She would need to sit next to new people for a number of classes and she really didn't want to.

"Merlin Bella," Alecto said looking over her shoulder, "You're in all advanced?"

"She should've been in ravenclaw." Lucius called,

"Don't be stupid Malfoy," Rita snapped.

"He can't help it it's habit by now," Bellatrix said nonchalantly.

*****

Bellatrix walked into her first class for the day, Ancient ruins.

She looked around, it was an elective so most of the people were the same as last year.

She was one of the last to arrive because she walked Rita to her class because Rita had a story to tell about when she went to diagon alley that just couldn't be put off. There was only one seat available next to a short Slytherin with mousey hair and a fat nose. They must have been in the same year but Bellatrix didn't know her.

As she put her bag down by the seat the girl introduced herself.

"Hi," She said, her voice was over-sweet, "I'm Dolores," She stuck out her hand. Bellatrix looked down at her hand in scrutiny before tearing her eyes back to the girl's squashed face. When it was apparent Bellatrix had no intention of shaking her hand she cleared her throat and lowered it. Bellatrix looked at the girl queerly without saying a word before opening her book and waiting for the professor.

The lesson was quite dull, just a recap of last year's materials and what the course would cover this year. Bellatrix spaced out and began carving little symbols into the desk with her nail.

"You can't do that," Dolores whispered, Bellatrix raised her head to meet the other girl's gaze. Her brows were knit and color rose in her face, her pursed lips made her face look even flatter, as if someone had smacked her with a board. Bellatrix wouldn't be surprised if that was what had happened considering she was already getting the urge.

"What?" Bellatrix asked incredulously, surprised at anyone telling her what to do.

"Carve into the desk, it's against the rules." Dolores said with an heir of superiority. Bellatrix was fuming but she just smiled and dug her nails deeper into the old wood. Dolores huffed and raised her hand. Bellatrix rolled her eyes, now she understood why this seat was the only one available.

"Yes, miss Umbridge?" The professor asked,

She cleared her throat, "Is it not against the rules to vandalize school property?"

Bellatrix fought the urge to snicker and just smirked.

"Yes, it is." The professor said,

"And would carving into a desk count as vandalism?"

Bellatrix still had her nails in the desk and continued her ministrations.

"Yes, it would." The professor said,

"And doesn't the rule book say that vandalization of school property would result in two detentions and considering the scale, suspension?"

"What is this about Miss Umbridge?" The professor asked, crossing her arms

"Well, some students," She indicated to Bellatrix, "Think carving into a desk is acceptable."

The professor sighed and turned to Bellatrix who looked at her smugly knowing she was practically untouchable with the amount of money her family donated.

"Miss Black, please stop carving into the desk." The professor said wearily,

Bellatrix smiled and sat up straighter. "Of course Professor. I was only carving out the ruins you were talking about."

"Yes, well leave it for paper." She said, then she started to continue her lesson when Dolores interrupted,

"You mean she won't have a detention?!" She shrieked,

"Calm down Miss Umbridge." The professor said, "There is no need to give out any detentions for this."

"I wasn't aware..." She sucked in a breath, "That vandalism and destruction of property were encouraged."

"It's an old desk Miss Umbridge," The professor said, "Bellatrix is not the first to carve into it and I doubt she will be the last."

"Yes," Bellatrix said, mocking Dolores's high-pitched voice, "No need to get your knickers in a twist Dolores."

Dolores opened her mouth to say something back but the professor cut her off. "Enough, enough. Please I'd like to return to the lessor before both of you loose your house points in the first thirty minutes of the school year though I'm sure it would be some sort of record."

Dolores was red in the face as Bellatrix sat smugly knowing she had gotten the last word.

****

Class ended and Dolores approached Bellatrix when they were in the hall. She opened her fat mouth to say something but Bellatrix hexed her with a non verbal tongue-swelling jinx. Dolores immediately began making unpleasant noises over her overly large tongue and waving her hands frantically.

"What's the matter?" Bellatrix asked with mock concern, "Cat got your tongue?" She laughed while Dolores grew more upset and before she walked away Bellatrix grabbed her arm and leaned in. "Look," She whispered harshly "I don't know who you think you are, but stay out of my way because I'll win and it will cost me three minutes of my life I'll never get back, you however will face it for the rest of school." Bellatrix pulled back to look Dolores in the eyes, "Got it?" She asked, her voice sickly-sweet as her nails dug into the girl's arm.

Dolores nodded, Bellatrix smiled and let go of her arm. She brushed past her, hitting her shoulder and whispering "Umbitch" Under her breath as she walked away and silently cast the counter jinx for her tongue.

*******

"She actually said that?" Rita asked through a fit of laughter as Bellatrix recounted the story for all of them at dinner.

"She did." Bellatrix said smiling,

"Her?" Lucius asked, pointing a few seats down to Dolores who was sitting quietly. Bellatrix nodded, "Yikes," he exclaimed, "Looking at her makes me lose my appetite.

"Stop that's mean!" Eliza said though she was suppressing a laugh.

"It's true!" Lucius replied, and there was nothing in his voice other than honesty making everyone laugh harder.

"You should see her mad." Bellatrix snickered, "Her toad-face gets all purple and I swear I saw a vein."

"I should get Eliza to draw a caricature of her for the paper." Rita said,

"I don't think I could exaggerate it much." Eliza replied smirking,

Bellatrix smiled as her friends discussed Dolores and her less than average looks. It was exceedingly entertaining to listen to comparisons and jokes at her expense. Malfoy, whose comments were usually unwelcome, were quite appreciated when directed to another party.

******

That night Bellatrix went to sleep happy. For once she felt like she was appreciated by people, like the world would stop if she left, or like someone would care for more than a minute.

*****

September 5th, 1965

Saturday morning brought a cold front to Hogwarts. The air had a noticeable chill and Rita hardly wanted to emerge from her blankets. Bellatrix coaxed her out with promises of going down to the great hall and getting a hot cocoa.

"I really missed school," Rita said as the two of them sat back in the common room by the window. Bellatrix turned to look at her. She was wearing Bellatrix's quidditch sweater and warm socks. Her hair was tucked behind her ears as she held the mug of cocoa with both hands.

Rita met her gaze, "Didn't you?" She asked,

"I did." Bellatrix replied. She missed it more than words could describe. It felt sacrilege to say it, like she was betraying her family because she knew the reason she missed being at school. She missed the freedom, the light, the love, Rita. She thought seeing Rita over the summer would make it better, and it did, but then she just missed her more.

Bellatrix was content to stay in that moment with Rita forever. She seems to say this a lot, but it was always true, she was always wishing she could freeze time or just elongate the minutes with Rita. In these moments, she feared nothing safe for interruption and that came all too soon.

"Hey, Rita right?" Bellatrix and Rita's attention shifted to the voice. A boy stood before them. He was tall, brunette, green eyes, fairly attractive conventionally.

"Yes," Rita said, "And you are?"

"Oh sorry," He fumbled, "I'm Landon."

Rita smiled but Bellatrix could tell she wasn't really in the mood to talk to him.

"Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? It's the first trip and I know it's kind of short notice but I'd love to go with you." Landon said

"Sure," Rita said quickly, obviously just trying to get him to go away so she could continue her conversation with Bellatrix.

"Awesome. I'll meet you tomorrow here." He said before walking off with a dumb smile on his face.

When he was out of earshot Rita turned back to Bellatrix.

"Did you just agree to go on a date?" Bellatrix asked bewildered,

"I think I did..." Rita said, "I was just trying to get him to go away."

"I think a 'no' would've done the same." Bellatrix said, she was more confused at the turn of events than anything.

"I didn't want to hurt his feelings." Rita replied,

"Well, now you're going to have to spend the day with him tomorrow and then tell him no." Bellatrix pointed out.

Rita groaned, and dropped her head into her hands. Bellatrix laughed,

******

September 6th, 1965

"Will you come please?" Rita asked, she was spraying on a thin layer of hair potion and putting on her green dress with the bow at the back.

"No way." Bellatrix replied, she looked back at her Potions books.

Rita walked over to her bed and sat at the foot of it. "Please Trix I really want you there." Bellatrix closed her book and looked up. Rejection was on the tip of her tongue but Rita interrupted, "If you think it would be awkward I'm sure he has a friend or somethin."

Bellatrix snorted, "Yea and get stoned by my family for it? No thanks."

"Then go with Rudolphus." Rita said, she was grasping at straws at this point.

"You really want me to go don't you?" Bellatrix said,

"Yes, desperately." Rita said, Bellatrix bit the inside of her cheek.

"Fine..." Bellatrix got up from the bed, "I'll go bother Rudolphus."

"Thank You!!" Rita exclaimed as Bellatrix rolled her eyes and exited the room.

Rudolphus was in his dorm studying for his NEWTs. Bellatrix knocked and when there was no reply she just banged on the door.

"MERLIN WHAT?!" Rudolphus snapped flinging open the door to find a stone-faced Bellatrix who was not happy at being yelled at. Still, he wasn't scared of her.

"Rudolphus," Bellatrix said,

"What do you want Black?" Rudolphus asked, leaning casually on the door frame.

"I need you to come to Hogsmeade with me today." Bellatrix said

"No," Rudolphus deadpanned. "Nice chat," He started to close the door but Bellatrix stuck her hand out and stopped it.

"I'm serious." Bellatrix replied,

"Why?" Rudolphus asked,

"Because, Rita wants me to go with her and this guy." Bellatrix replied, Rudolphus let out a low laugh,

"Enticing." He said sarcastically,

"I'll owe you." Bellatrix said, this peaked his attention,

"Like what?" Rudolphus asked,

"I don't know, you figure it out. Just come on, plus I'm sure our parents would be pleased." Bellatrix said, Rudolphus considered for a moment but in the end agreed to meet her in the common room in a half an hour.

Bellatrix returned to her dorm to tell Rita.

"Thank you!" Rita exclaimed,

"You owe me," Bellatrix muttered, but really she was glad to come for Rita. After thinking about it more she hated the idea of Rita going to Hogsmeade with this kid and fire burned in her veins at the thought.

******

The minutes later, Rita left to meet Landon.

Twenty minutes later, Bellatrix met Rudolphus in the common room.

"Where's your friend?" He asked, not making eye-contact.

"Rita left with the guy already." Bellatrix responded, "Let's just get this over with." Rudolphus rolled his eyes and mockingly waved his arm in an 'after you' gesture.

The air was crisp and the wind stung Bellatrix's nose when she inhaled. She wore a long-sleeve black velvet dress with silver buttons down her back. Rudolphus wore an oversized black leather jacket.

Bellatrix looked Rudolphus up and down. "You look like a muggle." She sneered,

"And you look like you work in a convent." Rudolphus returned. Bellatrix chuckled to herself and Rudolphus smirked, neither spoke the rest of the walk.

As per Rita and Bella's agreement, she walked into the three broomsticks and sat down a few tables from Rita with Rudolphus who looked bored out of his mind. Rita noticed Bellatrix out of the corner of her eye but continued her conversation with Landon.

"What can I get you two?" Madame Rosmereta asked. Bellatrix ordered a butter-beer and Rudolphus ordered a fire-whiskey since he had turned 17 over the summer.

The drinks were brought, and Rudolphus sat back in his chair sipping his drink. Bellatrix looked him up and down.

"I can feel you lurking." Rudolphus said,

"Maybe I wouldn't if you didn't dress like a bloody muggle. I mean what would your father say." Bellatrix snapped, how was this supposed to be the man she is under for the rest of her damn life.

"Does it really bother you that much?" Rudolphus asked,

"Doesn't it bother you?" Bellatrix hissed, "Aren't you embarrassed?"

Rudolphus scoffed, "Merlin, it's just a bloody jacket." He shook his head, Bellatrix grit her teeth but didn't press the issue.

After an hour Rita and Landon got up and after they left Bellatrix and Rudolphus followed a safe distance behind as they walked back to Hogwarts.

"This was what was so important that you now owe me something?" Rudolphus asked coyly,

"It was important to her so it's important to me." Bellatrix said,

"Girls are weird." Rudolphus remarked,

"Suck it." Bellatrix hissed.

*******

Bellatrix and Rita met back in their dorm to talk.

"How was it?" Bellatrix asked,

"You couldn't hear?" Rita asked,

"Not over every other noise." Bellatrix said, "Now tell me what happened."

"Well, he's super sweet..." Rita began explaining the details of her little date while Bellatrix tried not to gag. She already hated him.

******

September 8th, 1965

"Wanna meet up during our free period?" Bellatrix asked as she and Rita walked from breakfast to their first class. Their free period was right after.

"I'm meeting up with Landon actually but I'll see you at lunch!" Rita said,

"Oh," Bellatrix replied, "Ok,"

Bellatrix and Rita parted for their respective classes and Bellatrix couldn't concentrate during Potions because she was just so pissed off Rita was ditching her for this guy.

****

During her free, Bellatrix sat in the library with Alecto while Eliza was off doing who knows what. Rita on the other hand, was in the Slytherin common room with Landon

"What do you like doing?" He asked,

"I write a lot," Rita replied,

"Oh, yea you do the paper."

Rita nodded. "What do you like doing?"

"I play quidditch,"

"What position?" Rita asked,

"Seeker," He replied, "I'm trying out this year for the Slytherin team."

"Really?" Rita said, there was no chance he was making it, especially not over Bellatrix and with Rudolphus as captain. Rita still wasn't sure what their relationship was, they seemed to hate each other but acted like they were courting half the time.

Rita didn't really look at Landon much, it's not like she was enthralled by him but he seemed to really like her.

They talked about small things and when it was time to go to her next class Rita liked him enough to agree to hang out tomorrow. Still, she felt a touch of guilt for picking him over Trix, she brushed it off. It's not like they were dating or something, it's not like there was a commitment.

The rest of the day, when Rita saw Bellatrix she seemed colder and Rita knew she was mad but that it was over nothing consequential.

******
September 9nd, 1965

"Where were you?" Bellatrix asked when Rita entered their dorm,

"I told you I was going to see Landon," Rita replied,

"You said see " Bellatrix emphasized, "You were gone for an hour." She had been waiting for Rita in their dorm just wanting to be with her for a moment because they never had classed together and lunch was short and there was homework to be done and a million other things that separated them.

"I meant hang out," Rita said, "Besides, you were with Alecto." Rita had seen them together more and it wasn't the easiest. They had more in common, especially in regards to their families and their behaviors, both were competitive and argumentative.

"We were waiting for you to join," Bellatrix said,

"Whatever," Rita replied, she was not in the mood to fight, and besides she didn't want to fight with Bellatrix. Bellatrix was always in the mood to fight, even if she did want it to be with Rita.

******

September 11th, 1965

Tryouts were coming up soon and Narcissa had convinced Bellatrix to practice with her after school, naturally Alecto and Amycus joined. Bellatrix would've said no if it weren't for the face Rita was spending most of her time with Landon. It really pissed Bellatrix off.

Bellatrix floated lazily on her broom watching Narcissa fly around with the quaffle while Amycus and Alecto hit bludgers at her. Bellatrix redirected them with her wand if they got too close for comfort.

She did fairly well and at a certain point Amycus played keeper, Alecto hit beaters, and Bellatrix played on Cissa's team.

Everyone had a lot of fun but Bellatrix's mind seemed to be on Rita even more than usual. It was strange to miss someone you saw everyday.

******

September 12th, 1965

Quidditch tryouts were at the end of the day and Bellatrix spent most of her day waiting for them.

At lunch Rita sat down with them,

"Are you coming to watch tryouts after school?" Bellatrix asked,

"Mhm," Rita replied smiling, "I wouldn't miss it, plus your sister's trying out right?"

"Yea," Bellatrix replied, "Cissa,"

"Maybe I'll tryout then," Lucius smirked,

"First of all, ew." Rita said, "Second of all, she's a second year Malfoy."

"And my sister," Bellatrix added,

"Well, maybe she hasn't been told but my parents already told me we were arranged to marry each other, so she's mine." Lucius said, "Frankly I was worried it would be you or Andromeda."

"She's not yours " Rita said, "That's insanely sexist, women don't belong to men." The table went quiet as everyone stared at her, "What?" She asked noticing her friend's confused expression.

Rabastian cleared his throat, "So, the pureblood laws... Have you heard of them?"

Rita stared at him with a confused expression,

"They aren't technically laws, but most of the old families abide by them." Bellatrix said, "They practically have a bunch of rules about who can do what. They are super old, like 1200s old and there is a huge passage about women and their roles."

"You're kidding," Rita deadpanned,

"She's not, her family made her memorize most of it." Alecto chimed in,

"I'll show you the book later." Bellatrix said dismissively, wanting to move on from the topic. Rita looked at her queerly as Bellatrix continued to chew. "What?" Bellatrix asked, swallowing the bite.

"You all are so weird." Rita said, setting her fork down with a thud. "You tell me there is some bullshit code to control women your family made you MEMORIZE and then just brush it off." She shook her head,

"Can we just drop it for now? I just want to eat my lunch without having a conversation about whatever this is." Bellatrix snapped, she had been in a bad mood recently with the smallest things setting her off.

"What do you mean Whatever this is ?" Rita asked, "Feminism, basic human rights, equality?" Lucius and Rabastian looked at her like she had lost her mind which only added fuel to the fire. "You're unbelievable, this is unbelievable." Rita scoffed.

Bellatrix clenched her teeth biting back a million remarks about Rita ditching them all for the whole week just to talk with Landon.

"Drop it Skeeter." Bellatrix said in a low voice,

"You sound like your mother," Rita hissed,

Bellatrix whipped her head to Rita. "Fuck you." She spat, she turned on the bench and got up before storming out.

Rita sighed and laid her head in her hands. The table was silent, and to Rita it felt like the whole room was silent. Alecto sat across the table wide-eyed before slowly getting up and following after Bellatrix. Rita watched, knowing that used to be her job and felt even more angry, irrationally so. She had no right to be jealous, especially not after what she just said.

Eliza's eyebrows were practically in her hairline as she stared uncomfortably down at her plate, even Lucius didn't have a remark. Rita groaned and dragged her hands off her face.

"Little harsh..." Eliza said,

"I know!" Rita snapped, she took a deep breath, "Believe me, I know." She whispered.

******

Bellatrix was fuming as she walked onto the quidditch pitch for tryouts, she had snapped at Narcissa before they walked out of the locker room. Her knuckles were white around the broom as she took to the air. Rudolphus was talking about the procedures for tryouts and what they would be doing. Bellatrix was staring daggers into Landon who hovered a few people away from her. She turned to the stands and spotted Rita, she blew out a breath and shook it off.

Tryouts started and Bellatrix went. The snitch was released before the teams took off for a scrimmage. Bellatrix watched the little ball zip around, Landon was playing the seeker for the other side. "Good luck," He said with a smile,

"You'll need it." Bellatrix said cooly right as the whistle blew and the players took off.

Bellatrix tried not to have her eyes wander to Landon or Rita too much. It was genuinely hard.

Rita sat in the stands watching them both. She kept finding her gaze locked onto Bellatrix who flew around so gracefully, her hands delicate on the handle of the wood, her hair flowing behind her, eyes squinted and face twisted in concentration. She looked like a hawk stalking prey as she flew. Rita tore her eyes away and watched Landon who wasn't nearly as excited, but that was who she was supposed to watch.

The scrimidge lasted thirty minutes before Bellatrix caught the snitch, of course. She stayed on as seeker while Rudolphus switched out the rest of the players.

After about four thirty minute-ish games Rudolphus flew up to Bella whose face was red.

"Need a break?" He asked,

"No," Bellatrix snapped, "I'm fine."

"Get some water." He ordered, "Take one off, you know you have the spot anyway."

Bellatrix wanted to argue. Flying was blowing off some steam and giving her something else to concentrate on other than the fact Rita was here for Landon, to watch Landon, to admire Landon. Fuck Landon.

Instead, she nodded and flew off to grab a sip of water. Alecto was still playing beater.

*****

At the end of tryouts the sun had started to go down. They were all tired and sweaty, and ready to go back to their dorms. Bellatrix just wanted to fly around some more.

Rudolphus stood in front of them all telling them when and where the team would be posted.

Finally, they were dismissed and Bellatrix saw Landon meet up with Rita at the other side of the pitch. She was out-of-breath but fire burned inside her. She took to the air again and flew laps.

*****

Everyone had left, Bellatrix wasn't even sure what time it was, and she just kept flying around the pitch. The night air was cold and bit at her cheeks and stung her nose. Tears streamed because of the wind and Bellatrix just pushed the broom faster. The adrenaline was like a drug running through her veins.

*****

September 13th, 1965

Bellatrix had snuck into the dorm around three am and was now waking up a mere 5 hours later. Her hair was windswept and tangled.

Bellatrix sat on the floor of the bathroom trying to de-tangle her hair with a lot of potion and a brush. She had gotten most of the front after soaking her head in water but she couldn't get through the back and her arms were getting tired. "UGH!" She slammed the brush down on the tile.

A moment later the door cracked open and Rita came in. Without a word, she sat down behind Bellatrix, picked up the brush and started softly running it through Bellatrix's hair until it passed through without a hitch. She handed the brush back to Bellatrix, their fingers brushed on the exchange and a tingling sensation went up her arm.

"thank you," Bellatrix said quietly, Rita nodded and smiled before leaving.

Chapter 51: Fourth year, 1965- I'd be the man

Notes:

All quotes from Pureblood laws are taken from the "laws of Manu" and are real rules written for olden women in India.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

September 17th, 1965

Bellatrix wasn't planning to look at the team sheet when it came out after school, she knew she made it. Rudolphus had practically told her so after tryouts when she was still fuming. Bellatrix pretended it had been that bothering her, and not the whole Rita thing which she was totally over now.

Bellatrix sat at lunch with Rita, Landon had joined them today. Eliza spoke to him, asking him all sorts of questions while Bellatrix just ate quietly.

"Oh, Trix." Rita said suddenly, "You still need to show me those pureblood 'laws'" She said, putting the word "laws" In air quotations.

"Mhm, yea I can do that tomorrow." Bellatrix replied. Narcissa rushed up to Bellatrix smiling.

"What's up Cissa?" Rita asked, Narcissa's gaze flickered to Rita and then back to Bellatrix.

"The team sheet came out early! Rudolphus posted it in the commons!" She squealed,

"Really?" Landon asked, standing up from his seat, Narcissa turned to him and grimaced,

"I wasn't talking to you." She said, sticking her nose in the air. Bellatrix felt pride for her sister, even if she failed with Andy, Narcissa would turn out well, mother and father would be pleased.

"Don't be rude." Rita scolded,

"I don't take orders from anyone, least of all you." Narcissa said pretentiously, Rita looked to Bellatrix for help but Bellatrix wore a neutral expression. "Anyway," Narcissa continued, much more calm and collected, "I made the team, of course, Alecto and Amycus as well."

"I knew you would," Bellatrix said, her lips slightly upturned. "You're a Black after all." Narcissa smiled, she was thriving off the admiration and praise of her sister. "I'm glad we get to play together this year."

"How do you know you made it?" Landon asked, "She never said if you had." Once again, Narcissa sneered at him and opened her mouth to say something but Bellatrix stopped her.

"Because he practically told me, and I was the best, and on the team last year." Bellatrix said nonchalantly

"And she's practically married to the captain." Lucius snickered,

"Shove it Malfoy." Bellatrix hissed, Lucius laughed but didn't say more.

******

September 18th, 1965

"Ok," Rita said, plopping herself down onto Bellatrix's bed. Curfew had been set and Bellatrix was reading by candle-light. She raised her head and the flames cast a shadow over her face. Eliza and Alecto had gone to a Ravenclaw party and wouldn't be back till late.

"What?" Bellatrix asked, looking at Rita with a confused expression.

"You said you'd tell me about those pureblood laws." Rita said,

"Oh, yea" Bellatrix said, she closed her book and put it on her bedside before walking over to her little bookshelf and grabbing a book that looked larger than the dictionary. She opened it to the middle and flipped through a few pages tracking the words with her finger before finding the right section. "Here." She said finally, handing Rita the book open to the right page. Rita took it and began reading, still sitting at the foot of Bellatrix's bed.

Rita's face fell as she continued to read. "Merlin's beard!" She exclaimed,

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

" A wife, a son, and a slave, these three are declared to have no property; the wealth which they earn is acquired for him to whom they belong!?" Rita read aloud the passage.

Bellatrix shrugged, "just keep reading,"

"In childhood, a female must be subject to her father, in youth to her husband, when her lord is dead to her sons; a woman must never be independent." Rita read,

"That was the part we were talking about at lunch, after you said women don't belong to men." Bellatrix filled in, unbothered.

Rita however was fuming. "This is bullshit!" She exclaimed, "Women are just as important as men! I mean-" She stopped, taking a breath, too mad to even continue. "God Trix, did you learn nothing from Jane Eyre! Do I need to write an essay on that for you to get it?"

"Jane in the end was right." Bellatrix reminded her, "Do not insult me by suggesting a lack of understanding on my part. Jane married, she had a child, she gave up her silly notions."

"Jane remained strong!" Rita exclaimed,

"Corinthians 11:3, "But I want you to understand that the head of every man is Christ, the head of a wife is her husband, and the head of Christ is God."" Bellatrix quoted,

"Don't quote verses at me!" Rita exclaimed, "Not with all this bullshit you've just shown me! I mean you can't believe any of this Trix!" She picked the book up again and read aloud once more, " To be mothers were women created You don't want children!"

"How do you know what I want?" Bellatrix snapped,

"You've said so yourself." Rita replied, her voice lowered from a shout to a pathetic beaten-down tone.

"It's my duty, to produce a male heir." Bellatrix said,

"Like it was your mother's duty?" Rita asked sadly, "She gave up everything, and you hate her for it!"

"I hate her for being weak!" Bellatrix screamed, "She couldn't save us, she couldn't give me anything! She's worthless!"

"Is that what your father tells you?" Rita asked, "Because you sound like him."

"Don't try and insult me using a man I admire." Bellatrix hissed,

"Really? What about Orion? Do you admire him?" Rita screamed,

Bellatrix was at her throat in a matter of seconds. Her nails dug into Rita's flesh as she whispered menacingly, "Don't you dare. Don't you dare mention his name to me, not after everything I did to stop it. Not after everything I told you."

Rita was frozen in fear. She had never thought Bellatrix would actually hurt her. And maybe a few years ago she wouldn't have, but she sure would now. In her eyes, all there was was rage. Rita swallowed, Bellatrix's grip didn't falter. "You're hurting me Trix," She said, it meant to be stronger but her voice broke and tears spilled onto her cheeks.

Bellatrix faltered for a moment, thinking about what she was doing, thinking about what her parents did. Was she really like them? Was it a good thing to be like them? Slowly she let go of Rita who immediately pulled away, rubbing her neck that had scratches from Bellatrix's nails and was red with a handprint. She coughed slightly, the force Bellatrix had initially grabbed her with had knocked the wind out of her.

Bellatrix stared at Rita who looked at her with fear and something broke. That was the last one, Narcissa, Andromeda, Sirius, Regulus, they had all seen her as a monster at one point or another, that was fine, they were supposed to. She was supposed to be scary to them at times, like she was supposed to be scared of her father. But Rita, Rita wasn't supposed to be scared of her. Tears welled in Bellatrix's eyes as she looked at her best friend and part of her knew that this was her fault. If she hadn't been spending so much time with Landon, if she had been a good friend it wouldn't have happened.

Bellatrix opened her mouth to say something but closed it just as fast, there were no words on the tip of her tongue. Instead she stepped forward and Rita stepped back, flinching slightly. Bellatrix stopped cold in her tracks, her face falling.

Rita felt horrible. She had said things she never meant and she wasn't mad at Bellatrix, she was mad at her family, at what they did to her, at all of it. She had hurt Bellatrix who had lashed out and now Rita felt like she was playing victim.

"Trix..." Rita said softly, Bellatrix's gaze fell to the floor, "I-I'm sorry." She said, her voice was slightly hoarse. Bellatrix didn't move or say anything. Rita stepped closer, and when Bellatrix didn't yell or push her away she threw her arms around Bella, cradling her head with her arms. "I'm sorry," She whispered. Slowly, Bellatrix returned the hug.

*****

September 19th, 1965

The next morning, Rita had lost her voice and it wasn't hard to imagine why considering the visible handprint bruise around her neck. She got up and put on a black turtleneck under her uniform shirt. It was fine, it was an accident.

Bellatrix was quiet most of the day and Rita felt bad. Bellatrix needed her right now and she blew off Landon for a while.

By the end of the day Bellatrix was better, she was less foggy outwardly.

Inside she felt empty, she longed to feel rage, or sadness or anything but this numbness that consumed her.

*****

September 25th, 1965

All was good, Bellatrix was back to her normal self and Rita was back to spending time with Landon. Still the events replayed in both their minds and when the bruise did go away, the memory didn't.

After their first period, Rita parted with Bellatrix to go sit with Landon in the library while Bellatrix went for a walk around the grounds. The air was fresh and had a faint smell of cinnamon. Most of the people outside were Gryffindors taking advantage of the day, a few Hufflepuffs sat playing games. Normally Bellatrix would be doing work but she didn't really feel like it, plus she was ahead anyway.

Andromeda was among a group of Hufflepuffs sitting under a large tree. They were all laughing and joking around, Andromeda sat too closely to one boy in particular. Bellatrix spotted them and stopped in her tracks.

She was too far away for any of them to take notice. She contemplated interrupting their merry little time together. On the one hand, Andromeda was playing with fire, on the other if she acknowledged it she'd be obligated to tell their parents which might end poorly for her. She was torn for a few minutes and right when she made up her mind to just ignore it for now, Andromeda caught her eye. The two stared at each other for a long while, before Bellatrix broke away and continued on.

Rita and Landon sat in the library talking about their classes, the one thing she knew for sure was he was nothing spectacular. He wasn't stupid, but he wasn't smart, and he acted like a teenage boy, granted he was a teenage boy but still.

Rita continued listening and he did make her laugh for real but really she was there because she felt like she was supposed to be. Like this would be some turning point and she'd find someone.

When it was time for her to go he complained but in the end they parted and Rita went off the her class.

******

That evening was Bellatrix's first quidditch practice of the year. She sat with Narcissa and Alecto in the locker room while Rudolphus talked over strategy. Finally they went onto the pitch and practice started. They ran drills, flying to and from one end of the pitch to the other and then maneuvering through obstacles.

Bellatrix flew near Narcissa the duration of practice, making sure she was alright. She did quite well and even insisted Bellatrix leave her to her own devices. Pride struck Bellatrix. Maybe their parents would never care, but Bellatrix cared, and she knew it was thanks to her if Narcissa became something great.

*****

Rita tossed and turned in her bed. Sleep was far off while Bellatrix and the pureblood laws stuck in her mind.

Finally she rose and peeked out the curtain to Bellatrix's bed. Her curtains were drawn but a faint light shone from inside. Rita crept over and peeked in the curtain, Bellatrix looked up and greeted Rita with a small smile. Rita took this as an invitation and climbed onto her bed. Bellatrix cast a muffling charm and put her book aside.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked,

"I could ask the same of you," Rita teased,

"I was just reading, there aren't enough hours in a day to do everything, I mean, between school, practice, work, and then finding time to be alone or do things enjoyable..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I always seem to want just a few more hours."

"I get that." Rita said, she laid her head on Bellatrix's lap and gazed up at her friend. "Balancing social life is hard, sometimes you just need to pick and choose what you need to do and then decide what you like doing best."

"How do you do it?" Bellatrix asked,

Rita stared up at the green canopy, thinking for a moment, "Well, I don't have quidditch, and I don't work ahead when I don't have to, for one." She said, Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "Since you don't seem keen on giving up over-working yourself, I guess the most important thing is choosing what you like doing most and what's most rewarding." Bellatrix looked at her with a confused expression, "Like, for me, I enjoy writing and it has satisfaction when I can see my progress after I use my time to do it."

Bellatrix mulled Rita's words over in her mind for a long while. Her first response was that she enjoyed being with Rita which was something she could say about few people.

*******

September 30th, 1965

For the first time this week, Rita sat down with Bellatrix, Alecto, and Eliza in their corner of the commons for their free period.

"Not seeing Landon?" Eliza teased,

Rita smiled but it seemed forced, "Not today, he was busy."

The truth was, he wasn't busy, but Rita wanted to hang out with them more anyway.

"So is it official yet or??" Eliza prodded,

"Not exactly, he hasn't asked but he's been referring to me as his 'girlfriend' for a few days now." Rita said, Eliza squealed, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and pretended to gag.

"Oh hush," Eliza said before turning back to Rita, "Pay no attention to her foul mood, it's been like this for weeks."

"Excuse me for not wanting to hear about boys all the bloody time." Bellatrix said snarkily, "It's bad enough with you, and now Rita's joined in and even when they aren't here it's like they are with how many syllables you two waste on them. It's precious time we never get back and the only reprieve from this madness is Alecto and so help me Salazar if she starts up with it as well I might just throw myself into the Black lake with stones tied to my limbs!" Through her little speach she never took a breath and her voice had risen in volume as to attract a few eyes to their corner.

Alecto laughed at Bellatrix's outburst. "Please, no more talk of boys, we might just lose Black." She said jokingly,

Eliza smiled and raised her arms, "Fine fine," she relented, "I won't say another word but if Rita brings it up no promises."

"Well, Rita doesn't plan to unless she is utterly sick of me because that would be the sure way to get rid of me." Bellatrix replied,

"Oh I could never get rid of you Trix." Rita said, falling into Bellatrix with an embrace. Bellatrix blew out and breath and suppressed a smile.

*****

October 1st, 1965

Rita bounded in at lunch with news that made Bellatrix want to jam a fork into her hand.

"Landon and I are official!" She said merrily, congratulations came from their friends but Bellatrix remained silent.

The joyous situation spread across Hogwarts quickly and seemed to be what everyone was talking about. For Rita's sake, she bit her tongue and while never pretending to be happy she didn't show her out-right displeasure. She wasn't even sure why she was so upset, it's not like Rita had done anything wrong and there wasn't anything specific wrong with Landon. Believe her, she had tried to find something on him but had failed.

Her biggest comfort came in knowing everything came to an end. She channeled her anger into quidditch which was good considering their first game was the 3rd.

*****

Rita had spent dinner with Landon and afterwards they walked back to the commons together and talked for a while.

Rita checked the clock and seeing that it read 9:30 quickly ended the conversation.

"I hadn't realized how late it was." She said suddenly, "I have to go really now."

"Of course, I lost track of time as well." Landon replied with a smile.

"Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked,

"Yes," Landon replied, Rita turned when he spoke again, "I had a lot of fun with you," she turned back to him with a smile, "I love you." He said, the words slid from him so easily Rita hardly had time to process it. She just smiled and hurried to her dorm.

Landon considered it to have gone well because he was unaware of Rita freaking out in her dorm.

It was too early, they were too young it was too fast. Second thoughts crept in. She thought about breaking up with him on the spot but decided it was rash and impulsive.

I'll give it a week or two and if I still don't like it then I'll end it. Rita thought to herself. Still, even as she tried to convince herself all was well, nagging was in the back of her mind and tightness in her throat. She found herself wondering if she even liked him or just felt like she should, was it too fast or was she being dramatic.

She knew what Eliza would say I think you might just have commitment issues. And Rita wondered if that was the case but she had no trouble with commitment, granted she had never been in a relationship but still.

Alecto would tell her to just break up with him.

Bellatrix would... Well, come to think of it Rita wasn't sure what Bellatrix would say. Whenever these things were brought up she was silent, and when she did speak about it, it was to express her hatred of the subject entirely and her boredom and having to listen while others spoke about it when more interesting, compelling topics could be pursued.

*****

October 2nd, 1965

Doubts continued to plague Rita's mind. She wondered if she even was attracted to Landon or if she had liked the nuance. Was she the problem? She decided to not bring the situation up to anyone and instead spent the day with Bellatrix while telling Landon she was busy with work.

Bellatrix seemed distant with Rita, she brushed it off as being tired and Rita didn't push it.

*****

After practice Alecto approached Bellatrix,

"What's going on with you?" She asked,

"What?" Bellatrix asked, immediately defensive. Alecto raised an eyebrow as if the issue were obvious but Bellatrix didn't say anything more.

"You've been bitchy since the second week of school and you won't even admit you're being bitchy." Alecto said,

"Oh shove it Carrow," Bellatrix said, starting to pass by her but Alecto moved in front of her,

"Look, I don't know what's going on, but figure it out Black." She said sternly, "You're no fun to be around when you're like this and if you think any of your intelligence, or skill, or connections are going to save you then you've got another thing coming because I love you, but even I'm fed up with this moody shit."

Bellatrix bit her cheek, "I'm fine." She protested, though it was said without much conviction.

Alecto surveyed her face for a moment. "I've known you forever Bellatrix, and I've seen you be plenty bitchy and mad, but it never lasts this long without a cause. You don't have to tell me but I think I know what it is and it starts with an R and ends with you in trouble so, while I hope I'm wrong, if I'm not you need to figure out a way to get rid of it."

Bellatrix's face twisted into a scowl. "This has nothing to do with Rita and to insinuate what you're insinuating is insulting to not only me but my entire line."

Alecto didn't falter or break eye contact. "Good."

******

October 3rd, 1965

Bellatrix entered the great hall for breakfast to jeers and cheers alike. Half the students wore red and gold in support of Gryffindor while the other half wore green and silver for Slytherin.

Bellatrix sat beside Rita, ignoring the glance from Alecto. She made a point to seem less bitchy .

"I wish they would shut up." Eliza muttered, "It's too early for this noise."

"What's wrong with you today?" Bellatrix asked, surprised at her friend's distaste for the festivities she usually enjoyed.

"She's hung over," Alecto said, "I told you not to stay at the party in the commons."

"I was having fun at the time." Eliza moaned, Rita looked at her with pity but Alecto rolled her eyes,

"Don't, she learned the hard way." Alecto said, Eliza hit her arm lightly.

"Hey Black! Are you going to foul out for the season again?" A Gryffindor called from across the hall.

Bellatrix turned and located the voice, it was some 4th year boy. She narrowed her eyes at him and turned back to her friends. Had he not continued to provoke her, that's all that would've happened. As he continued to call insults across the hall, Bellatrix's fist tightened on her wand. Right before she pulled it out to curse the boy, Rita's hand folded over her own and stopped her.

"Don't be stupid." She whispered,

Bellatrix looked at her and released her wand. Rita was the only one who could get away with saying anything of the sort.

Still, while he wasn't immediately cursed, Bellatrix burned his face into her memory and knew that sooner or later she would catch him alone. His word against hers, and she didn't have to do much talking because a section of the library and the east wing of the school donated by the Blacks gave everyone a good reminder of who she was. Maybe it was nepotism, but Bellatrix was to a degree, better than most witches and wizards even above her age.

******

At lunch Rita decided to tell her friends about the problem she was having.

"I don't know what to do." She said, "I thought I liked him but now it's like everything he does just repulses me, like I'm embarrassed about it or something"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and cut into her food, "Break up with him." She said,

"It's been three days," Rita said

"Even better, stop it before it gets too much." Bellatrix grumbled, she didn't want to hear about this but at the same time she always felt like her time with Rita was limited and she didn't want to leave.

"He said he loved me." Rita said quickly. The table was silent, Bellatrix still held her fork in her hand as she stared at Rita, Alecto's eyebrows were in her hairline as she stared in disbelief, Eliza had a queer look on her face as if she was trying to piece something together, Lucius and Rabastian had no clue what to say and Amycus had a look of disgust on his face.

Finally, Eliza broke the silence, "Ignore him entirely, don't speak to him, pretend you don't know him because what the actual fuck?"

"I can't!" Rita protested,

"Just break up with him." Alecto said, "If you don't like him it's not going to end well."

"But what if I do like him and I'm just flighty." Rita said, "He didn't do anything really wrong but I just don't really want to talk to him or be around him anymore!" She really had thought she liked him but now it felt more and more like an obligation.

"Give it till the end of next week," Lucius said,

"If you last that long," Bellatrix said under her breath, Eliza scolded her but Bellatrix felt no shame, "What? It's just the truth..."

******

Bellatrix sat on her broom, waiting for the whistle to blow and the game to start. Her hair fell down her back in a braid Rita had done and her necklace was clipped to the strap of her bra so it wasn't visible.

When the whistle blew, Bellatrix was off. She shot into the air like a rocket and had she gone any faster there might have been smoke.

As she searched for the snitch, Narcissa was dominating. She was quick and seemed to be two moves ahead of everyone else. Her blonde hair streamed behind her as she flew with the quaffle for the rings.

Suddenly she was aware of another person next to her, she turned her head and glanced over to see Alice smiling at her, "You're fast," She shouted, hardly audible over the wind. Narcissa didn't smile back or answer, she ignored Alice and sped up, trying to lose her but Alice kept up. Even as she tried not to, Narcissa's gaze drifted over to her too much.

Slytherin was winning, no surprise there. Bellatrix zipped around in search on the snitch.

"And the quaffle goes to new Slytherin chaser Narcissa Black, and she scores. Slytherin 40-20." They had let a Gryffindor do the commentary and he was only energetic when they scored. "And the ball goes to Gryffindor! Prewett passes to- and Lestrange intercepts. 10 to Slytherin."

Bellatrix caught sight of a fleck of gold close to the ground. She tracked it with her eyes for a moment before bracing and diving before the commenter could make an announcement letting everyone and their mothers know where the bloody snitch was.

By the time they noticed she was too close and Gryffindor's seeker was too far. "And Seeker Black is diving for the snitch." Just before she could grab it it zipped right and Bellatrix gave a shout of frustration as she turned with it, needing to put both hands back on the broom for stability. "It's giving her some trouble..." He said, "Slytherin just scored again," McGonagall said, "Oh, yes one of the snakes scored, shocker," The boy muttered into the microphone.

Bellatrix followed as the snitch shot upwards and down and side to side. It was right in front of her, by now the Gryffindor seeker had caught up but was still a good few seconds behind her. Bellatrix reached out, pushing her broom faster and extending as far as she could.

"BELLA WATCH OUT!" Narcissa screamed from above, Bellatrix glanced to see the Gryffindor beater sending a bludger straight at her, she sped up and grabbed the snitch as the bludger missed her.

With the snitch in hand she turned around to see the Gryffindor seeker falling towards the ground. There were shouts for medical and after a brief moment of confusion Bellatrix realized what had happened. As she sped up, the bludger missed her and slammed into the Gryffindor seeker's head. Apparently he hadn't seen it and pressed on faster.

He hit the ground from about 15 feet because there was no time for anyone to react and a team of witches made it onto the field as the players landed, Bellatrix was the first to touch the ground and see the kid. His face looked bashed in, nose crooked, busted lip, not to mention the bent out of place arm. 15 foot falls are bad enough without what Bellatrix assessed at a glance to be at least a concussion and at worst serious brain damage. Alecto landed next to her and seeing the boy turned and threw up. They were ushered away as a medical team swarmed him.

The next half hour was chaos of people coming and going, teachers trying to herd students one way, and everyone was shouting over each other.

Eventually everything calmed down and Bellatrix went back to her dorm where her friends were already waiting. As she walked through the halls she heard rumors already forming, that he was dead, that he had been taken to st mungos, ect..

When she entered the dorm Rita flung her arms around Bellatrix.

"That was so close to hitting you!" She exclaimed, "I thought it was going to, we all did. Thank Merlin Narcissa yelled at you."

"I don't even think that was allowed." Alecto said,

"Well, that's pretty instant karma." Eliza remarked, "You try and cheat and hit your own teammate instead."

"Don't," Alecto said, "I saw him, he's fucked."

"She threw up." Bellatrix filled in, "It wasn't pretty."

****

Over the next few hours they took turns explaining what they had seen happen and by the end they had a pretty complete picture.

Rita layed down with Bellatrix as Eliza and Alecto drifted off to sleep.

"I'm glad it's him and not you." she whispered, "Does that make me awful?" She asked,

"No," Bellatrix said, what she didn't say was that for a split second she had stared at the kid and wished it was Landon.

Notes:

Has anyone noticed how the chapters and the style in which I write changes based on the book I'm reading. Like, I bet if you really examined it you would be able to tell when I switch books.

OH MY GOD I HATE WRITTING QUIDDITCH BROOOOOOO.

Chapter 52: Fourth year, 1965- Flashbacks

Notes:

Ignore my crap math on when people were born and just go with the flow.

Chapter Text

October 4th, 1965

By the next day, most of the stories were either the same, or wildly different than what had happened. Rudolphus informed Bellatrix that the kid was in the hospital but would make a full recovery and that it hadn't been nearly as bad as it had looked.

Bellatrix, of course, told Rita this and fairly soon she had set the story straight.

Bellatrix spent the rest of the day helping Eliza study for her potions exam. Rita spent the day with Landon.

"This is probably my favorite part of the castle." He said, they walked through a grand arch that led to the greenhouses. The air was warm for october and it was bright but only because of the reflection of the clouds.

"Why?" Rita asked, though she didn't really care, Landon shrugged, What a riveting answer. After that the conversation was mostly him talking about his friends and his life, Rita found herself wished she was with her friends.

*******

October 5th, 1965

"Merlin, he's driving me insane." Rita said sitting down between Bellatrix and Alecto at lunch,

"What did he do?" Eliza asked, she was always up for stories, especially involving boys. She considered herself to be all knowing in the subject which Bellatrix found ironic considering her own endeavors never worked out well.

"Nothing!" Rita snapped, "Literally nothing and I just don't want to see him or talk to him and I don't know why!" Her voice trailed into a whine as she slammed her head onto her arms. Alecto smirked and patted her head mockingly,

"There there," She said, Rita's groan of frustration was muffled by her arms.

"How bad is it that I hate talking to him?" Rita asked after a moment, she raised her head and looked at Bellatrix expectantly,

"Don't look at me," Bellatrx remarked,

"Considering he's your boyfriend..." Eliza said, "Pretty bad. What does he do that makes you not want to talk to him?"

"NOTHING! LITERALLY NOTHING!" Rita screamed, the hall went quiet as people stared at her, she didn't care though, lowering her voice she continued. "Nothing, that's the issue, if it was something I'd have a reason but there's no reason for me not to like him!"

"Just break up with him!" Alecto groaned, "You think you're sick of him? I'm sick of hearing about him!" Rita looked downcast and Alecto rolled her eyes, "He's a guy, he'll live."

"He said 'I love you' " Rita blurted out, "And I wanted to die,"

Bellatrix clenched her fork, the thought of that made her irrationally angry when she had no right to be.

"You're fucked," Eliza replied, "I can't help anymore, good luck!"

******

Later, Bellatrix and Alecto sat in the commons by the window while Rita was out with Landon, she had wanted to blow him off but went anyway.

Alecto's head rested on Bellatrix's lap as she read and Alecto messed around with playing cards.

"Remember when we were like 6, and Sirius had just been born, and my family was at your house?" Alecto asked, Bellatrix put aside her book,

"Vaguely, why?" She responded, curious as to where Alecto was going with the train of thought,

"Do you remember how pissed off you were?" She asked, Bellatrix smiled, and nodded,

November 4th, 1959,

Bellatrix was only 6, Walburga had given birth to a lovely baby boy just yesterday. Obviously they were expected to visit. The house was full with all sorts of people for the fabulous christening of their perfect little heir.

The Rosiers, along with the Carrows were among the inner circle of family so of course they were present, Mrs. Rosier herself was newly pregnant, though at the time it wasn't known. Orion was the center of attention while little Sirius lay quite contently in a gorgeous cradle, one fit for a prince so to speak. Bellatrix had seen him once and that was as she helped Druella with the delivery, Narcissa and Andromeda were too young at the time and remained in the drawing room.

When Sirius was born, Walburga was relieved to learn it was a boy, Bellatrix was sent with haste to find Orion and Cygnus and tell them of the news. She knew what it meant even at her young age, any hopes of her being heir (through Walburga's failure to produce an heir at all and Druella's curse of only having girls) had vanished.

Druella had begun to raise her as an heir after Narcissa's birth and Bellatrix had accepted the role eagerly, her thirst for acceptance and knowledge was finally being filled and in her mind, everyone thought her a wonderful heir. Little did she know of the whispers, she was no heir, she was made for a wife and mother, power should not fall into her hands no matter what she did.

With Sirius's birth, she was disregarded, her importance to the family became non-existant, all she could hope to be was the wife of a strong male heir. Plans had been in the making since her birth and long before either child was told, Bellatrx had long been presented to Rudolphus as a trophy.

Now Walburga was shut in some room as the men congratulated Orion. Hidden from everyone, including Bellatrix, was Cygnus's wrath towards Druella. They played the part very well and no one suspected when Druella was shut up in the house for nearly a month after Sirius's birth.

The children were in the drawing room with some nanny who paid little attention other than to scold them. Narcissa and Andromeda were too young to understand much at all and sat quite happily in their little corner playing as children did. Rudolphus was the oldest at the time, nearly 10 and he was out-put to still be placed among the "little ones". Lucius, Rabastian, and Amycus played roughly as all little boys did and Bellatrix envied it if only for the freedom they represented. Bellatrix and Alecto sat sedately in the bay-window, legs crossed, hands folded.

Bellatrix was distressed and her exterior had not been formed yet at such a young age so while her posture and words gave no indication, everything she wished to say was written on her face.

"You're upset," Alecto noted,

"No," Bellatrix lied, control over her tone was another thing she had not mastered and the word came out with vehemence.

"Liar," Alecto whispered,

"Am not!" Bellatrix protested, and though the conversation dropped for then, Bellatrix later confided in Alecto.

"You tried to deny it as well," Alecto grinned, Bellatrix nudged her,

"Not very well, mother thoroughly cursed me for my indignance and 'lack of grace' throughout the situation." Bellatrix remarked,

"Yes, well, Sirius has been cursed enough for that same reason," Alecto laughed,

"Well he doesn't seem to learn. I on the other hand reformed myself." Bellatrix remarked, she still cursed his name though he was not to blame at the time. Still, there were many things Bellatrix blamed him for at the time and even now. One being the loss of her aunt.

November 10th, 1965

Though by this time, all the guests had gone home, Bellatrix and her family remained for weeks more. Bellatrix often asked to see Walburga since they had not spoken for a long while, not as they used to anyhow. She was refused time and time again. Walburga never left her room and when Sirius was brought to her much yelling could be heard from that part of the house, Druella always left with Sirius in her arms crying.

One day, she slipped in after Druella had gone and left the door cracked as she hurried to leave the room with the wailing baby. Walburga lay in bed on her side facing away from the door, so still she could be dead. Bellatrix closed the door quietly behind her and walked around to where Walburga faced. Her aunt took no notice of her, not even when she stood in front of her.

Walburga's eyes were devoid of life, she was pale and dark circles rounded her bloodshot eyes. Most of her body was covered with bedding, but it was apparent she had lost weight, the hollows in her face made her look scary and her hair was oily and matted from nearly a week in bed.

"Aunty?" Bellatrix called softly, Walburga's eyes shifted from the wall to Bellatrix and then back to the wall. Bellatrix felt broken, seeing the strongest person she'd even known reduced to nothing by Sirius.

Bellatrix walked closer to her Aunt and reached a hand to her hair tentatively like she'd snap. Walburga didn't say a word as Bellatrix gently tried to comb out her hair with her fingers.

After a minute, Druella came in and pulled Bellatrix out harshly, her mother's nails dug into her skin and Bellatrix was certain she'd be cursed for her disobedience, instead Druella pulled her into a room and shut the door, then in harsh whispers explained to Bellatrix that she mustn't tell a soul.

Bellatrix returned to her room, the image of her aunt imprinted in her mind and it would be for years to come. Whenever Bellatrix looked at Walburga that's what she saw, not the strong woman she was. Not the aunt who taught her all sorts of things and let her play with her wand and practice magic when she wasn't supposed to. Not the aunt who she'd spend weeks with when Orion was away on business. She was still proper, but always spoke her mind and taught Bellatrix to think for herself. She exercised Bellatrix's brain and engaged her in conversations neither were allowed to take part in otherwise. During dinners, Walburga would whisper to Bellatrix asking her opinion on the topic being discussed so much that it became a habit for Bellatrix to simply reply to everything in her mind.

Walburga slowly got better, a combination of force and responsibility led to it and shortly after she was pregnant again.

She was better with Regulus, and had Bellatrix join her many times in taking care of him under the guise of 'training her'. Still, she never fully returned to who she had once been and Bellatrix despised Sirius for it. Walburga seemed to despise Sirius for it as well. As the years passed, Sirius hated Walburga as much as she hated him and this only filled Bellatrix with more rage towards him. He took away her aunt and then blamed Walburga when he never knew her. He never knew what she had been, and as the years passed Walburga's kindness faded with the memory of who she once was. Even Bellatrix had to strain to remember the old Walburga.

Bitterness only grew.

After that, Bellatrix returned to reading and Alecto fell asleep with her head resting on Bellatrix's legs.

Rita entered the common room searching for Bellatrix and seeing Alecto laying on her made her angry, irrationally angry. And she had no reason to be, she had no right to be. She had no claim over Bellatrix, and she couldn't want one when she had a boyfriend.

******

October 7th, 1965

"I'm doing it." Rita decided, announcing it at lunch,

"What?" Lucius asked,

"I'm breaking up with Landon." Rita said,

"What? Why?" Eliza asked,

"Because I just don't like him that much!" Rita replied, "I mean, it's no use staying with someone I don't like."

"But he's so cute!" Eliza protested,

"I've made up my mind." Rita replied, "In fact, I'm doing it now." With that, she rose from the table and walked down the bench until she came across Landon. She tapped him on the shoulder as her friends watched from the other end of the table. The two walked a little ways away from his friends.

"What's up?" Landon asked, Rita fidgeted and struggled to say anything for what felt like a minute though it was really only a few seconds before she forced the words from her throat.

"I want to break up." She said quickly, immediately the pressure in her chest lessened and she wondered why she had ever been nervous.

"Oh..." Landon said, and he said more but Rita couldn't hear him over the rising noise in the hall.

"uhm, bye." She said before quickly walking back to her friends. Bellatrix watched as Rita sat down on the bench, she looked uncomfortable.

"What did you say?" Eliza prodded, Rita didn't reply, the whole situation had been awkward and she was glad it was over, she didn't feel upset or anything, just relieved.

Chapter 53: Fourth year, 1965- I know the end

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

October 13th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up to a great owl pecking the window beside her bed. It was just barely light outside and Bellatrix quietly slipped out of bed and opened the window. It was one of her family's owls; the creature hopped in and perched on her nightstand, it had a letter tied to its leg and Bellatrix undid the ribbon. Right as she began to read it two more owls flew in carrying a medium-sized parcel. They placed it carefully on her bed and waited before Bellatrix dismissed them.

Bellatrix sat on the edge of her bed and opened the letter,


Bellatrix Druella Black,
Mother is letting me send a letter with the present she got for your 14th birthday. I miss you a lot and can't wait to see you at Christmas.
- R. A. B.

Bellatrix folded the letter and placed it in her nightstand drawer. Then she unwrapped the parcel. Inside, there was a dark wood box with runes inscribed on the top, they were locking runes she needed to unlock. Leave it to her Aunt Walburga to send a puzzle as a present, still, Bellatrix appreciated it more than anything because she loved a challenge. The runes were more complicated than any of her school classes had yet to offer. Under the the box, a large black leather book sat. Bellatrix opened it to find it was Walburga's writing. The first page had a note written in beautiful cursive.

Bellatrix, this is one of the many books I've written and kept. Inside you will find knowledge that was passed down and is otherwise lost. Ne Dit rien de cette cadeaux a tes parents, et prend soin de le garder proche.

Bellatrix smiled at the note and then flipped to the first real page. The parchment was yellowing with age but the words were written in Walburga's beautiful cursive. The date at the top said September 1st, 1947. Inside ruins and their purposes filled the page and the next few to follow. Bellatrix scanned over them, searching for the one inscribed on the box.

Finally she found it, the ruin was a powerful sealing charm that required the caster's wand to unlock. Bellatrix figured her aunt had borrowed her wand to create the ruin. Bellatrix traced over the ruin with the tip of her wand and it began to glow green before fading. Bellatrix was then able to open the box. Inside was another note from her aunt congratulating her on opening it and instructing her on how to re-inscribe the ruin. Below that was a beautiful dagger with a jade hilt.

Bellatrix picked it up delicately, she turned it over in her hands before running her finger lightly across the edges careful not to draw blood. It was sharp as hell.

After inspecting it for another few minutes she re-placed it into the box and sealed it back with the ruin. Then she opened the book and began flipping through. She found that the back had a few pages empty for her to fill. She quietly thanked her aunt and began to read about ruins, she figured inscribing a few on her wand and dagger would be the best use of her aunt's generous gift. After all, the best gift to Bellatrix was that of knowledge.

The sun was just rising as Bellatrix flipped to a page about precision and accuracy ruins. She dog-eared the page before closing the book and rising from her bed.

Rita was awake shortly after Bellatrix got up.

"Happy 14th," Rita said, Bellatrix smiled.

Rita swung her legs over the side of the bed before bending down and grabbing a box from beneath her bed. She brought out the box wrapped with metallic gold paper and handed it to Bellatrix with a smile. "Surprise!" She exclaimed.

Bellatrix took the box with a smile, Rita told her to open it. She set it down on her bed and unwrapped the parcel to reveal a crocheted golden snitch plushie. Bellatrix had never had a plushie unless porcelain dolls count. It was detailed as well. Somehow Rita had worked the lines and rivets into the soft string. It was the perfect shade of gold.

"It's so soft..." Bellatrix murmured, then turning her attention to Rita said, "I didn't know you crocheted."

"Really?" Rita seemed surprised, "I've done it forever, my mum taught me." Bellatrix smiled, her mother never taught her domestic tasks like cooking or cleaning or crocheting. That was all house elf work and disgraceful. Still, Kreature taught Narcissa a bit of cooking, she loved it despite being awful at it. Bellatrix had always been kind to Kreature, it ensured she got in trouble less and knew more about family affairs. Plus, the elf was bitter and Bellatrix found him amusing.

"It's incredible," Bellatrix praised. She was useless with anything other than magic. Her hands did nothing exceptional, Narcissa drew and painted, sometimes she embroidered and she was good at it. She had an artist's hand and eye, maybe it was a youngest child thing. Bellatrix couldn't help forming comparisons between her and Amy March from Little Women another book Rita had roped her into reading. Bellatrix was awful at art, she pressed down too hard and broke the led of pencils and the tips of quills. She ruined brushed from her heavy hand that bent the bristles.

Andromeda was good at music. There was a feeling behind the keys when she played. Bellatrix might have been 'better' but it was emotionless and monotone. Plus she always played to fast, rushing through everything. Bellatrix was better at fast-paced things. Dueling, games of speed. She was good at thinking, like chess, or solving problems. She never created anything because she was too busy creating herself, she was the ultimate project.

*****

"You know what Landon had said about you?" Lucius asked as the seven of them sat eating breakfast in the courtyard.

Eliza and Alecto were exhausted from staying up so late at the party in the common room after Slytherin beat Ravenclaw. Bellatrix had stayed for 30 minutes before leaving. The music was loud and the people made the room hot. Eliza had roped her into a dance which made Bellatrix want to rope herself from the ceiling. It was a fast tune with too much beat and not at all like the ballroom dancing she was accustomed to.

"What?" Rita asked, perking up at the mention of gossip,

"That you're a heartless bitch," Amycus supplied, robbing Lucius of the great reveal,

"What? For breaking up with him?" Alecto asked, "Move on!"

"No, for breaking up with him after he told her his mum had cancer." Amycus replied,

"So what? I was supposed to stay with him even if I didn't like him just because his mum has cancer?" Rita asked,

"Merlin you actually did?" Eliza asked,

"Yes! I wasn't going to stay with someone I don't want to be with!" Rita defended,

"Why does it matter?" Bellatrix asked, "If his mum has cancer I mean,"

"It's terminal, doctors didn't catch it early enough. She's got a couple months." Rita said, "That's all I know."

Bellatrix was confused for a second before coming to the realization she was a muggle. Bellatrix made a face, "You didn't tell me he was a halfblood,"

"Does it matter?" Rita asked,

"Doesn't make me like him any more." Bellatrix remarked, "He's nothing, halfbloods are hardly better than mudbloods because either one of their parents is a mudblood or a blood traitor."

"I'm a halfblood." Eliza said defensively,

"You're different," Bellatrix dismissed, "Your mum's a witch, your dad's a halfblood born of two halfbloods, hardly even counts." The others said their agreements, reassuring Eliza she was ok. Then Rita went on,

"He sought me out the day after I ended it, said he wanted to "sort things out". I was like, what do we need to sort out, who the kids are gonna live with? We dated for a week!" Rita exclaimed, Bellatrix began laughing uncontrollably and Lucius, Rabastian, and Alecto joined in soon enough.

"You're all horrible people," Amycus said stifling a laugh,

"We're all going to hell." Eliza agreed smiling.

*****

As the day drew on the seven of them sat in the courtyard and Narcissa sought out Bellatrix to wish her happy birthday.

Bellatrix let her stay with them till the sunset and they all went in. Narcissa didn't contribute much to the conversation but she enjoyed the company. They talked about everything from politics to vapid subjects. No matter the topic, someone was laughing at one thing or another.

Bellatrix felt good, even when Lucius or Amycus or Rabastian made a comment that made Bellatrix want to hex them, even when Eliza brought up boys, even when Alecto laid across her lap which she normally opposed.

Bellatrix parted with her friends as they went to the library for a little while and she accompanied Narcissa back to her dorm.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you all." Narcissa said,

"Of course," Bellatrix replied, draping an arm around her sister, "Come again sometime, it was nice having you with me."

"Serious?" Narcissa asked,

"No, he can't come," Bellatrix said jokingly, Narcissa smiled, "But yes I'd love you to hang out with us."

"That's good," Narcissa replied, "I hate my friends."

Bellatrix asked her why and Narcissa launched into a long-winded explanation of why she found her 'friends' annoying and just shallow in general. She got the sense they didn't like her for more than the fact she was who she was and that seemed to be someone important. Plus they got on her nerves and she didn't enjoy being around them. They talked in the way sisters do and walked for longer than they needed before Narcissa said her peace and they arrived at her door after many detours.

"Well, you're free to join me any time," Bellatrix said, Narcissa smiled and hugged her before retreating to her room.

Notes:

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Chapter 54: Fourth year, 1965- twenty stiches in a hospital room

Notes:

Excuse my outburst from last chapter!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

October 25th, 1965

"Circle up!" Rudolphus yelled, Bellatrix angled her broom to the center of the pitch to meet him. When all the players were there Rudolphus ran over the drills they'd do. As usual, Bellatrix's were different, her's were all about speed and agility. During practice she mainly screwed around just enjoying the rush of trying to knock herself off her broom. The challenge was exhilarating and when Rudolphus got on her about being careful because if she got hurt they were screwed she just went where he couldn't see.

It was a particularly foggy day, when Bellatrix flew a few meters away she was practically invisible, just a dark figure zooming around. It was practically impossible for her to actually find the snitch in this weather so they didn't release one for the sake of time.

The air was chill and tears pricked in Bellatrix's eyes as the wind bit at her nose and face, her hands became congealed and stiff on her broom. She was thankful for the heavy jumper that kept the wind from completely freezing her.

The rush of wind in her ears was deafening, with everyone else out of sight she felt a thrill, she was alone. Suddenly a shrill whistle cut through the air. Bellatrix stopped and listened as the noise came again, she rolled her eyes and flew towards it. Through the fog she saw Rudolphus and the team on the ground, Bellatrix slowed her broom and hovered above them.

"Get Pomfrey!" Rudolphus ordered frantically, Bellatrix was about to question why when she saw Alex and Mallon unconscious.

"Shit," Bellatrix whispered before taking off towards the castle.

She reached the hospital wing, her hair had come out of her braid as she burst in.

"Madame Pomfrey?" She called urgently. The old nurse peaked her head out of her office and asked what the matter was, Bellatrix quickly explained the situation to the best of her ability. Immediately Madame Pomfrey hurried out with Bellatrix at her heels, in the hall they passed McGonagall and Pomfrey quickly asked her to locate the assistants and call St. Mungos.

Once outside, Bellatrix remounted her broom and flew ahead at great speed, she nearly knocked over Rudolphus because of how low she was flying to the ground.

"She's coming," Bellatrix said, Narcissa was kneeling beside the players checking certain things Bellatrix didn't understand but Narcissa seemed to know what she was doing. "What happened?" She asked,

"Alex ran straight into Mallon, they both hit the metal goal post and fell like 30 feet." Alecto said, "I saw the whole thing."

"I told you we needed subs." Bellatrix said, turning to Rudolphus, he cut her a look telling her to shut up. At that moment the nurse rushed over and knelt by Narcissa.

"Pulse is normal but they are out cold, pupils equal but dilated, they both have a concussion and maybe a few broken bones." Narcissa said, Pomfrey nodded knowingly and ordered them to be laid onto stretchers.

They were quickly brought to the hospital wing where some St. Mungos people already stood, ready to take the boys.

"Practice over," Rudolphus said once things had calmed a little. Alecto and Amycus left, presumably to their dorms. Narcissa nudged Bellatrix,

"Cmon Bella, let's go," She said softly, "They'll be alright,"

"You go, I'll be right there." Bellatrix replied, Narcissa looked at her sister before sighing and walking out. Bellatrix turned to Rudolphus, "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

"Will you calm down." Rudolphus snapped, dragging his hands over his face,

"We have a match tomorrow and we don't have two players all because you refused to carry a larger team with subs!" Bellatrix replied, her voice rising in volume, "I will not calm down because it was a stupid idea and a bad call!"

"I know!" Rudolphus yelled, Bellatrix flinched he had never truly yelled at her, not like that anyway. Rudolphus took a breath before repeating himself in a whisper. "We'll just have to forfeit."

"No way." Bellatrix protested,

"We don't have enough players." Rudolphus replied,

"Well then find some." Bellatrix said, growing annoyed at his resistance to finding an actual solution, "They're going to be out for more than one game so just find new players, and maybe at least a couple subs."

"Like who?" Rudolphus demanded, Bellatrix didn't answer, "You want to be capitan so bloody bad be my guest!" He barked,

"you're just pissed because you messed up." Bellatrix berated, "Don't take it out of me for trying to give you actual suggestions on how to fix this." She crossed her arms, Rudolphus tensed and ran a hand through his hair,

"If you were giving me suggestions instead of just telling what I did wrong -which I'm utterly a wear of- I'd be a little more receptive." He explained through gritted teeth, "You know you're the only person who can talk to me like this and undermine me." He admitted begrudgingly,

"I doubt I'm the only person, it's not difficult to achieve such a feat." Bellatrix quipped, Rudolphus fought a smile,

"I'll find some new players," He relented, though Bellatrix knew that was the only solution, Rudolphus would die before forfeiting, least of all to Gryffindor. If he did Bellatrix wouldn't respect him one bit, no one would.

Bellatrix smiled and turned to leave. She exited the doors and Narcissa stood up from the bench on which she sat. "Are you alright?" She asked, Bellatrix smiled,

"I'm alright,"

"Good," Narcissa replied, her concern subsiding because for the first time in a long time she truly believed Bellatrix was telling the truth. She smoothed out her skirt, trying to imitate Bellatrix's posture and properness. She could learn a lot from her sister.

Bellatrix looked at Narcissa and knew she hadn't completely failed in saving her sisters. She just prayed straight to God her spell would hold and Orion would never touch them. If she could go back and do it again, she would've bled herself dry covering every inch of the house. No, she would've just killed Orion. She looked at her sister wondering how he could ever hurt her, how he could defile something so pure and beautiful. She hated him with every part of her being.

"I'm proud of you Cissa," Bellatrix said as they walked, Narcissa smiled to herself, beaming internally at the praise she seldom received, least of all from Bellatrix.

******

October 26th, 1965

Bellatrix was up at 4am because Rudolphus had left her a message that he wanted to practice once more before the game. Apparently he had managed to find replacements after all.

Bellatrix quickly dressed and tied her hair back before heading down to the pitch. Her and Narcissa were the first ones there. Soon after Alecto joined them.

"So who did you get?" Bellatrix asked Rudolphus,

"Malfoy and my little brother," Pudolphus replied, clearly he wasn't thrilled about the selection,

"They're good players." Bellatrix said, "Better than Mallon and Alex if you ask me."

"I didn't put them on the team for a reason, they're cocky and arrogant," Rudolphus replied, "They think because they're good they can get away with anything and Malfoy isn't really a team player, my brother is just annoying."

"You let me get away with anything," Bellatrix reasoned,

"Seekers don't have to play as a team," Rudolphus answered, "You're faults in teamwork don't matter in your position." He crossed his arms and stared into the low light of dawn before checking his watch again. "I wanted to start at 4:30," He grumbled,

"They'll be her soon." Bellatrix placated,

"They had better."

At 4:45 Amycus, Lucius, and Rabastian came up. Lucius was yawning, Bellatrix could feel the annoyance radiate off Rudolphus and she didn't blame him. They were being insolent and had their need not been desperate she was sure both she and Rudolphus would've yelled at them.

"Everyone fly a few laps." Rudolphus said, Lucius grumbled but didn't argue. Bellatrix was the last to leave,

"Good luck." She smirked before taking off,

"It was your advice!" Rudolphus yelled after her, she turned her head and shouted back not knowing if he heard or not,

"Your call Captain !"

*******

They practiced until 7 when they had to go if they were going to get ready in time for class. Bellatrix had Ancient ruins first.

She walked into the dim dusty classroom and took her seat beside Dolores.

"You're in violation of dress code." Dolores remarked,

"You're in violation as well, you're not allowed to wear masks after halloween." Bellatrix snapped,

"I'm not wearing a mask!" Dolores replied,

"That's your actual face?!" Bellatrix replied in mock terror, Dolores's cheeks turned red and she opened her mouth to say something but Bellatrix cast a little wandless silencing charm, her lips moved but no sound came out. Bellatrix smirked and tapped under her ear to signify she couldn't hear her. Then the professor entered and the lesson began.

Bellatrix decided not to lift the charm, served the girl right and she was probably doing a public service.

******

Bellatrix walked onto the field last to the cheers and jeers of other students.

She took her place and readied to take off. The whistle blew and she shot into the air.

"Slytherin has two players out and stepping in are 4th year Malfoy and little Lestrange."

Some Ravenclaw was commenting, Trelawny was her name or something. Bellatrix had a couple classes with her considering a lot of her classes consisted of Ravenclaws. Still, they never interacted.

"For the last 5 years Slytherin has won the quidditch cup, they seem to be keeping that streak up." She said, her voice was monotone and though not unpleasant to listen to she just seemed very distant.

Bellatrix searched the air for any sign of the snitch.

"And Narcissa Black has the quaffle, she's quite good." Trelawny said, "She's only in 2nd year as well and has a lot to live up to with Bellatrix as her older sister. Speak of the devil, Bellatrix is still looking for the snitch, I guess that's mostly her job though, I wonder if it gets boring waiting around for so long."

Bellatrix gritted her teeth as the crowd laughed.

"Stay on topic," McGonagall scolded,

"Right, the score is 40-0, Slytherin is in the lead." She said. The ref blew the whistle as Gryffindor called for a time out. "Looks like Gryffindor needs a moment to collect themselves, or mentally prepare. They aren't doing too well."

Bellatrix flew down and hovered by Narcissa waiting for the game to resume.

"Looks like they are bringing out Alice Fortuce as a chaser for Gryffindor. She's a second year as well. I've never seen her play so maybe she's good." Trelawny said over the intercom.

Then time was up and they were back in the air.

As Bellatrix looked for the snitch, Narcissa was practically light as she zipped around at a dizzying speed. She had the quaffle under one arm as she raced to the goal post evading the other players. Then someone was next to her. Alice had come in from above.

"Hey!" She called, Narcissa glanced over and Alice took the quaffle. Before Narcissa could turn around Alice was heading to the other end of the pitch. Narcissa groaned and turned around.

"There goes Fortuce with the quaffle and.... she scores. 40-10 now."

"What the hell happened?!" Rudolphus screamed at Rabastian who had failed to block the goal.

Narcissa didn't hear the rest of their conversation.

An hour later, Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied, 150-150. Bellatrix was growing frustrated not being able to find the snitch. Suddenly a gold glint caught her eyes and without any thought she raced after it. Tears filled her eyes and frigid air stung her nose as she sped towards the ground. The snitch took off in a sharp right and Bellatrix followed it.

The snitch turned left and Bellatrix zipped after it, staying on it's tail even when it made the sharpest turns. The Gryffindor Chaser had caught on and was following her now. The snitch flew up abruptly and Bellatrix followed. She clung onto her broom as she shot into the air in a vertical line, now the little ball was within reach. She tentatively moved one hand down the broom to the end before letting go and reaching forward. Gravity no longer held her to the broom and only one hand and her legs kept her from falling.

It was just out of reach, she was so close she could feel the little wings brush against the tips of her fingers and Bellatrix shifted slightly, launching her weight forward and it was just enough to get her hand on the little thing. Then she slipped. One hand held the snitch, the other held fast to her broom as her legs dangled in the air. She was too high up for it to be a safe fall. The game had ended, Slytherin had won.

A gasp ran through the cloud as they observed Bellatrix holding on with one hand to her broom. She kicked her feet in vain trying to regain purchase of the broom. Then it jolted and they both fell a foot before it evened out again sending a sharp pain through her shoulder. She screamed through her teeth.

Narcissa watched with horror, paralyzed as was the rest of their team.

Suddenly a figure shot passed and to Bellatrix. It was Alice.

Alice raced through the air to Bellatrix who was a good 30 feet above where Narcissa was. Bellatrix's grip slipped right as Alice reached her and grabbed hold of her hand right as she fell. Bellatrix's weight pulled Alice down a foot or so before she steadied. Bellatrix's nails dug into Alice's hand and Alice held on just as firmly. Bellatrix now summoned her broom which flew down and she was able to lower herself onto it. Only when Bellatrix let go and Alice was sure she was stable did Alice release her hand.

Bellatrix's heart pounded against her ribs as she came down from the adrenaline. At this point Narcissa had re-gained her senses and within a moment she was beside her sister.

"Are you ok??" Narcissa asked frantically. Bellatrix put a hand to her chest, feeling the thuds of her heart a slight smile appeared on her face, she loved the rush.

"Perfect," Bellatrix said breathily, she looked to Alice who hovered about a foot away and nodded, that was the only thanks a Gryffindor would get from her, and frankly it was more than she gave most. Bellatrix then flew down to the rest of the team, shaking off any concerns and landing on the terf where a celebration was about to begin.

Alice and Narcissa were still hovering in the air.

"You're welcome," Alice muttered under her breath. Narcissa turned to Alice, they didn't know each other well, the few encounters they had were mixed and Narcissa was certain Bellatrix didn't remember threatening to curse Alice that one time, but Alice definitely did and so did Narcissa. There was an awkward silence in the air, Narcissa averted her gaze down.

"Thank you," She said, "For helping her. I was just frozen and had you not-" Narcissa took a breath, "I dont-" She found it hard to talk and she also found it ridiculous she was so upset, nothing had happened after all. But the thought that if something had happened, Narcissa wouldn't have done anything plagued her. It's not like it was her fault, she just froze up. Still, she didn't want to think about what would happen if Bellatrix was injured or worse.

"Hey, It's okay." Alice said, she flew closer and nearly reached out to offer a comforting hand when she thought better. Instead she smiled, her chin-length mousy brown hair was wind-swept and tears of reflex stuck her eyelashes together and glossed over her gold-brown doe eyes. Dimples dotted each cheek that was naturally slightly pink and her lip curved farther to the left than right revealing a little of her teeth. The red and gold of her uniform complemented her honey skin perfectly and Narcissa found herself speechless.

"Thank you," She repeated, trying to gain her composure. Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through her, or the fact Alice had practically saved her sister's life, but Narcissa felt inexplicably drawn to the girl. Her stomach turned and tingles spread across her body, she felt uncomfortable, like she had when Orion would take her for favors. A nauseating feeling overtook the earlier warmth and she felt dirty and itchy; she sped away just needing to get the stupid wool jumper off.

*****

Bellatrix spent at least five minutes assuring Rita she was alright before Rita quit asking her questions. Rudolphus and her team knew better than to bother her after she said she was fine.

For the first time, Bellatrix joined the party after the game. It was a thrill, the pounding music she had found offensive now invigorated her heart, the people pressed up against her added to the atmosphere and rush she sought after. It was free and unrestricted as she jumped around not worrying what anyone else thought of her or whether she was dancing properly or if she was going to hit someone by accident. Just the act of doing something so improper made her heart race.

"Bella!" Eliza called from a meter away, Bellatrix turned and began making her way over to her friend who held two little glasses.

"What's that?" Bellatrix yelled to be heard over the blaring music,

"Liquid fire!" Eliza shouted in response, "Take one!"

Bellatrix took one of the tiny glasses from Eliza and sniffed it, it smelled like hand-sanitizer and reminded her of her father coming out of his study when she was younger and he was drunk. "What do I do?"

"Wait here!" Eliza shouted before turning and leaving Bellatrix by the couch in the commons. Next to her two 7th years were snogging, Bellatrix sneered and turned away.

Shortly, Eliza returned with Alecto and Rita, each had a mini-glass of liquid fire.

"On three just drink the whole thing!" Eliza shouted, they all stood close together so to be heard over the blaring music. "Ready!?" They all nodded, Rita who stood beside Bellatrix shot her a look, Bellatrix wasn't sure what it meant but she just smiled and shrugged.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

At Eliza's command they all tipped the shots into their mouths and before tasting it Bellatrix was swallowed, and thank merlin as well, because then the burning and wretching hit her. The taste was awful and she was coughing and gagging as Eliza laughed. Alecto had a sour expression and Rita's eyes teared up as she fought the urge to gag.

"Shit Zabini!" Alecto yelled, "That's bloody awful!"

"Wait a few minutes!" Eliza replied, "You'll be thanking me in no time!"

With that Eliza left, Bellatrix wasn't really a wear of what was happening as she desperately struggled to stop the gagging coughing episode.

"Not taking that too well!" Alecto shouted playfully. Had Bellatrix not felt like she was about to hurl she would've told Alecto to shut it, instead she opened her mouth to say something and was taken over by another fit of coughing as the air brought the taste stronger into her mouth.

"Crap, Trix, you alright?" Rita asked,

Bellatrix was gasping now, but she was able to talk slightly, "Great," She pushed out, then it hit her. A wave of dizziness overtook her and she began to laugh for no reason. Alecto was starting to feel lighter as well and Rita felt the world slow down, the music felt like it was inside her and she had the urge to grab Bellatrix and dance, so that's what she did.

Rita pulled Bellatrix into the middle of the crowd, they were practically pressed against each other as they swayed with the crowd that pushed them this and that way. Bellatrix felt awake, every sense on fire every nerve lit as the alcohol coursed through her veins. She didn't have nearly as much control over her limbs as she was used to but no one seemed to care.

Rita tired quickly and became out of breath. She felt as if time stood still and everything else around her was blurry while Bellatrix seemed to be the only solid thing in her vision, and merlin was she pretty. Her hair flew with every snap of her neck and she looked free for the first time, truly free, the training and educate lessons were erased within a matter of moments. Even the way she carried herself had shifted entirely and it was incredible to watch.

Bellatrix moved with the beat and every moment she felt like she was getting farther and farther from the real world, like she had entered some new universe in which everything felt a million times better.

Rita could smell Bellatrix's perfume, a smell she had come to know from the past 4 years. She never could put her finger on the exact sent and had never asked. If she was too close she could smell a trace of the alcohol on her breath. Rita made a note to ask Bellatrix what the scent was called later, not that she'd remember in the morning.

Bellatrix wasn't really focused on anything since everything blurred together. Nothing held her attention for more than a second and the constant physical reminder she was touching something kept her grounded even if it was just a little. The only thing she knew for certain was that Rita was beside her holding her hand. After all, who knows where they would float away to in the crowd...

Bellatrix doesn't remember exactly remember how long she was in the commons, but she did remember walking up the stairs to their dorm and collapsing with Rita on her bed.

********

October 27th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up with a haze over her mind, the light seemed fuzzy and she was a little out of it. She swung her feet over the side of her bed and opened the curtain letting a flood of sunlight it.

"CLOSE IT!" Eliza bellowed from her bed, putting her head in her pillow. Bellatrix jumped slightly before drawing the curtains once again. Rita groaned from her bed.

"I feel horrid," Rita groaned,

"Are you sick?" Bellatrix asked in alarm, backing up.

"She's hung over," Alecto called, "Eliza's worse but she drank more." Alecto seemed alright, she stood, blinking slightly and walked over to Bellatrix.

"I feel nauseous." Rita whined, rolling over and clenching her eyes shut as if that would help.

"I'll get the other trashcan." Alecto remarked, heading to the bathroom, Bellatrix looked around unsure what to do.

"What aren't I sick?" Bellatrix asked when Alecto returned, she shrugged,

"I'm not sick either, must be an us thing." Alecto said, "Don't complain, just appreciate it."

"You're both arses." Eliza groaned,

"You're the one who drank." Alecto replied,

"And I'm never doing it again!" She called before promptly turning over and barfing into the can Alecto had placed beside her bed.

"You say that each time." Alecto muttered.

The morning was rough, both Rita and Eliza were sick and throwing up. Alecto left quickly to get them food, Bellatrix figured she just didn't want to be in the dorm where the smell of vomit and alcohol was enough to render anyone sick. Bellatrix kept the curtains drawn but she opened the window letting a frigid air enter the dorm. She sat on the edge of the bed where Rita lay and watched her with a concerned expression.

"Can I do something?" Bellatrix asked, Rita shook her head. Bellatrix moved to get up but Rita's hand grabbed a hold of her.

"Just stay." Rita said. Bellatrix's hand was ice cold as per usual and Rita found it comforting against her hot skin. Rita maneuvered Bellatrix's hand to her forehead, she closed her eyes at the contact. "I feel like I'm dying." Rita mumbled, "No fair that you're fine when we drank the same."

"Must be immune," Bellatrix joked, but it wasn't really. If it ran in the family it would make sense considering the way her father would drink. At that moment Alecto came in with two trays. Each had eggs and toast. Bellatrix rushed over because it looked like Alecto was about to drop one. Bellatrix took one of the trays and brought it to Rita.

"I'm not hungry," Rita said feebly,

"It will make you feel better," Bellatrix urged,

"If I eat I'll throw up." Rita reasoned,

"You'll throw up either way. Now, do you want to throw up food or alcohol and stomach acid because I'm sure the second tastes twice as bad." Bellatrix said, Rita sat up slowly, just enough to be able to feed herself. Alecto was having a similar experience with Eliza. "Why didn't you get us food?" Bellatrix called to Alecto,

"Does it look like I have more than two arms?" Alecto shot back snarkily,

"You're a bloody witch Carrow, you can use magic." Bellatrix replied, "And I'm hungry and I don't want to leave the two alone."

"Then you go get us food if you're so bloody worried about it." Alecto replied, Bellatrix huffed but got up anyway.

She opened the door and nearly knocked over Narcissa who was standing waiting expectantly. Bellatrix jumped slightly,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Narcissa said looking slightly panicked, as if she had just disrupted Bellatrix and would now be pushed away for it.

"No it's alright," Bellatrix said smiling, she was actually happy to see her sister, they had grown closer this year and Bellatrix didn't find her as annoying as usual. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Narcissa replied, "Just wanted to tell you Alex and Mallon are alright, well they're alive and conscious, lot of broken bones for both of them but nothing the hospital can't fix, they'll still be out for the rest of the year and might not even be cleared to play next year."

"Does Rudolphus know?" Bellatrix asked, he would not be happy to find out it looked like Lucius and Rabastian were permanent subs,

"I assume so," Narcissa replied, "I heard it from the nurse, you know she actually wants me to do her class as an elective, she said I have the makings of being a healer." She was glowing with pride at this announcement,

"Well you certainly enjoy helping," Bellatrix replied, the issue of quidditch was for later. "I'm going to the dining hall to get Alecto and I breakfast, want to come?"

"Sure!" Narcissa exclaimed, the two walked down to the great hall where Bellatrix arranged a tray and Narcissa did the same, then Bellatrix levitated them and had them float in front of them as they made their way back to her dorm.

As Bellatrix entered and set down the trays with her wand she turned to Alecto, "See how you can do that?" She teased,

"Oh whatever," Alecto replied rolling her eyes. Narcissa looked at Eliza and Rita who looked just as bad as they felt,

"Are they sick?" She asked with concern, Alecto snickered,

"Something like that," Bellatrix said,

"Should I get the nurse?" Narcissa asked, "They don't look well,"

"No no, it's alright. Uhm, now isn't a great time... So unless there was something specific you needed..." Bellatrix replied,

"oh," Narcissa said, looking a little downcast, "Sure, of course I'll leave you to it." She gave a feeble smile before leaving.

Bellatrix turned just in time to witness Rita throwing up violently. Bellatrix rushed over and held her hair back to help.

"This sucks." Rita coughed, her voice hoarse,

Notes:

Me when I'm out of ideas so I write a quidditch chapter and have people get hurt.

Chapter 55: Fourth year, 1965- Confessions

Notes:

Yall I swear I'm not pushing Christianity or Catholicism in this Fic. I LEGIT LOVE ETHEL CAIN. This is Bella getting religious trauma

Chapter Text

October 31st, 1965

Bellatrix was back in her house, she woke up in her bed all alone, it was dark. The room seemed to be cast in shadow like a dark cloud surrounded her.

She got up, and her feet hit the cold wooden floor of her room. She wore a simple white nightgown that fell to her knees which were bruised. She felt off balance as she looked up a mirror appeared. Her reflection was not right. Her face was rounder, her hair was frizzy and her body had reverted to that of a child.

She left her room, walking through the dark hall, the portraits were still and their faces blurred if she looked at them for more than a moment. Then she heard muffled voices that seemed to draw her. As she came closer she could hear it was Regulus and Orion but she couldn't understand their words. She came to a door and pressed her ear to it, still, she was unable to decipher their words.

She pressed slightly to open the door and it disappeared, she fell to the floor. Looking up she saw Regulus, tears in his eyes with Orion behind him.

"No," Bellatrix whispered, she had done so much. She had worked so hard to protect them, and she thought it had worked. Orion hadn't touched her or Andy or Cissa as far as she knew. She hadn't asked Sirius or Regulus because she had just assumed.

"Stupid girl," Orion snarled, "You think your little blood enchantment worked?" He said mockingly, "No, you got too old, all of you did, except for little Regulus here." He caressed Regulus's face before roughly grabbing his chin.

Bellatrix shot up in bed, feeling around frantically. She was alone, her face was wet with tears and her limbs were tangled in her sheets. She tried desperately to untangle herself, pulling at the bedding but it only became more tangled and she grew more frustrated to the point where fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

*****

Bellatrix was mad at herself, she was supposed to be over these stupid dreams, she hadn't had any for months and now they were returning and now she was worried they were reality. She had no way to protect Regulus while she was at Hogwarts and no way to check up on him without their parent's knowledge.

She was tired, angry, and worried. The entire day she was on edge.

She walked into Ancient ruins and took her place beside Dolores.

"If you say a word I promise you'll regret it." Bellatrix snarled,

"Are you threatening me?" Dolores asked,

Bellatrix didn't bother trying to calm herself, her wand was in her hand before Dolores knew it. "engorgio."

The girl's head swelled to a comical size and she let out a shriek that would put a banshee to shame. "How dare you!"

The teacher turned to see what the commotion was about. She stood stunned for a moment with her mouth gaping open, then she turned to another student and ordered them to escort Dolores to the nurse. Then she turned to Bellatrix, unsure what to say for a moment before settling on sending her out of the class with orders to visit Slughorn's office and explain the situation to him.

Bellatrix left the room and began the walk to her head of house's office.

The door was closed when Bellatrix arrived. She knocked loudly to which Slughorn called telling her to come in. His office was lit by floating candles that cast uneven yellow glows on the stone walls. Slughorn sat at his great wooden desk, he was bent over a stack of papers with quill in hand and glasses perched on his red nose. He looked up and surprise passed across his face.

"Bellatrix!" He said, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I was sent to see you by Professor Flint, Sir." Bellatrix replied,

"What did you do to be sent out of class?" Slughorn asked, he motioned for her to take a seat across from him. Taking off his glasses and laying down his quill he turned his attention to Bellatrix, waiting for her to answer.

"Well, really it's a complicated situation, sir," Bellatrix said, "You see, another student, Dolores Umbridge sits beside me in Ancient ruins, and for as long as I can remember she's been disruptive to my learning and the rest of the class. Excuse me sir, but she's quite annoying." Slughorn seemed slightly amused by Bellatrix's tale and urged her to continue. "Well, this morning I was particularly fed up with her antics and asked her politely not to speak to me because I was in no mood. She ignored me completely and outburst that I was being horrible and mean, I was tired and I know it was not the correct course of action but you must understand my frustration, sir. Without thinking about it I hexed her with an enlarging jinx to the head, I immediately regretted sir but I was just so frustrated with her."

Bellatrix had perfected the art of twisting stories to her benefit and acting innocent. Someday she'd be powerful enough to not have to lie, but for now, her credibility paired with skill was enough. After all, no one other than her and Dolores knew exactly the course of events and no one liked Umbridge particularly so her story would make sense. Plus, she was in good graces with Slughorn considering status. She was a Black, and Dolores was just some halfblood who stuck her nose up for no good reason.

Slughorn took a breath, "Well, you recognize your error." She said, "I understand your frustration but I think you're smart enough to understand why what you did was incorrect."

Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to say that she did understand where she went wrong and that next time she'd be sure not to get caught.

"I won't waste your time with a lecture and I trust that next time you will remain calmer. You're very hot-headed Bellatrix, it's a good quality, one I admire about you, but there is a time and a place." The professor said. Bellatrix fought back a smile, knowing she had everything the way she wanted,

"Yes sir," She said,

"Right, well I can't let this incident go unpunished, but I believe both you and Dolores to be at fault. I shall have a conversation with her and decide her punishment. You will serve a detention today after school aiding me in grading papers." Slughorn said,

"Thank you, sir," Bellatrix said, Slughorn smiled,

"I hope you'll learn from this experience." He said,

"Yes sir," Bellatrix said,

"You may return to class now." He said, Bellatrix thanked him again before leaving and returning to Ancient ruins. Dolores was still absent and Professor Flint didn't interrupt her lesson other than to tell Bellatrix she had moved her seat to the other end of the class. Bellatrix smiled and took her new seat.

******

Lessons were out at 3 and students were permitted to go to Hogsmeade for the Halloween celebration.

Bellatrix, Rita, Eliza, Alecto, Amycus, Rabastian, and Lucius all left the castle together for the parade. It was the first year they were permitted to go to the celebration since they were 4th years now. Bellatrix wore a velvet black dress and conjured some fake blood to drip from her lip, Rita was dressed as a ghoul, Eliza was a cat, Alecto was an elf and the boys wore all black with scary masks covering their faces.

"I'm so excited." Eliza said, "I heard that there's going to be a dance in the square and a costume contest and a bunch of people."

"Sounds awful." Bellatrix said,

"Oh cheer up," Rita said, nudging her, "It'll be fun don't worry."

It was not fun. It was loud and Bellatrix could've done literally anything else that would've been more productive. Still, she walked beside Rita. The air smelled like smoke and sweat. Children ran around with training wands shooting off sparks and laughing. One ran straight into Bellatrix, making her stumble into Rita. The child pulled back and apologized. Bellatrix looked at her dress, making sure nothing had been ruined before looking back at the girl. Normally she would scream or something but she couldn't find it in her.

"go on," She said, waving a hand at the child.

"You're pretty," The girl said smiling, Rita was now a wear of the interaction and was watching. Bellatrix looked at the girl with a look of mild surprise. Then the girl giggled and ran off with her friends.

"Would it have killed you to smile?" Rita asked,

******

November 2nd, 1965

Bellatrix found herself plagued with insomnia. She couldn't sleep despite her exhaustion, her limbs were restless as she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. It was almost painful, the way her legs jerked involuntarily, and wouldn't allow her a moment of relaxation. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to come but it didn't.

When she did drop off, it seemed like only a few hours later she was woken by her alarm. It was the first time in a while she had needed one and she rose from her bed feeling sluggish and weak.

It was Sunday so no one else was awake but Bellatrix had decided to go to mass.

Hogwarts had a beautiful Chapel in the west wing. Stain-glass windows depicting all sorts of scenes filtered light in illuminating the beautiful pews with colorful rays. Bellatrix was one of the only people there. She approached the altar and made the sign of the cross before taking a seat.

A priest stood at the altar in black robes. Candles were lit with a wave of his hand.

A chorus accompanied the piano that Professor Flitwick played and filled the chapel with harmonious melodies. Bellatrix closed her eyes. She had missed this, the choir singing, the peace the priest brought. It was familiar.

He read from Leviticus and recited a sermon about following God in a righteous way through everyday actions.

Mass ended with communion and Bellatrix stayed after everyone had left, just sitting in her Lord's presence. She'd be confirmed soon, next year actually. She felt awkward about it. Since school had begun she had neglected mass and God in general. It was only when she was home that they went and she never really absorbed it.

******

November 3rd, 1965

"Professor McGonagall is pissing me off." Bellatrix said, "I actually can't stand her! She took off 5 points from my assignment because I was Too ridged Like I got the spell so who cares!"

"It's five points Bella, you'll live," Rabastian said,

"Write a letter and don't send it." Rita said, "That's what I do when people piss me off or I want to say something I shouldn't."

"I thought you just put that in your articles." Alecto joked,

"Well, I do now." Rita replied smiling. Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"The problem is beyond unsent letters." She said.

*****

November 9th, 1965

Bellatrix sat in the Chapel listening to Father John.

"Now the sons of Eli were wicked; they had respect neither for the Lord nor for the priest's duties toward the people. Samuel chapter two, verses 12 through 13" The priest closed the bible from which he read and began his sermon about respecting the Lord and how those who didn't would surely face eternal punishment in a great lake of fire.

The people stood and the choir began a hymn in Latin. Bellatrix sang along to the song she had heard from an early age but never learned the meaning of.

"Join me in reciting the Lord's prayer."

"Au nom du Père, du Fils et du Saint-Esprit." Bellatrix made the sign of the cross, "Notre Père qui es aux cieux Que ton Nom soit sanctifié Que ton règne vienne Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel. Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour; Pardonne-nous nos offenses,Comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés; Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation, Mais délivre-nous du Mal. Au nom du Père, dy Fils et du Saint-Esprit, Amen." Bellatrix ended the prayer with the sign of the cross, reciting the words in french quietly to herself as the rest of the people chanted in english. It was automatic.

They took communion, and the priest gave a short speech before mass ended.

As usual, Bellatrix stayed after. This time she kneeled in prayer, quietly reflecting, not taking notice of her surroundings.

When she opened her eyes she saw the priest sitting beside her in quiet contemplation.

"Bellatrix Black, if I'm correct." He said, Bellatrix bowed her head,

"Yes, Father,"

"It's been a long time since you've come to God's house." He said, "Your sisters haven't come. I was unaware they had begun Hogwarts until recently because I assumed I would've seen them if they had."

"You have my regrets, Father," Bellatrix said, she felt like she was getting lectured by her family except she wasn't afraid,

"It is not I you owe regrets to my child." Father John said, "I sense you have strayed from our Lord, I can see it in your eyes."

Father John was a very old Wizard. Bellatrix wouldn't be surprised if he were older than Dumbledore himself. He had been the pastor when her parents attended Hogwarts and even then he had been gray. He had deep brown eyes and a strong nose. His skin was pale and loose on his body, sagged with age and creased with time.

Bellatrix looked down and folded her hands. The priest sighed.

"I'll see you at Sunday's confession. You can cleanse yourself of your sins." With that, he rose and left Bellatrix.

******

"Where have you been?" Rita asked when Bellatrix joined their table in the library. The boys sat with them and Narcissa as well.

"Mass," Bellatrix replied, taking a seat between Rita and her sister.

"Mass?" Alecto questioned, looking up from her work, "Since when do you go to mass?"

"I always have, just not here," Bellatrix replied,

"Why now?" Alecto asked,

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "I don't know why this is a big deal." She sighed, opening her book.

Alecto glanced at her brother but didn't say more.

*****

Bellatrix and Narcissa walked side by side through the castle. It was cold and Bellatrix's fingers were stiff and icy.

"Mother and Father would like you to go to mass," Bellatrix said,

"Did they say that?" Narcissa asked, Bellatrix shook her head,

"They haven't said anything, but if they knew we weren't they would and besides, it's good for you." Bellatrix fell silent momentarily, "for all of us." she said to herself.

*******

November 16th, 1965

Bellatrix made the sign of the cross and kneeled behind the screen of the confessional. She knew he'd know who she was, but she never felt comfortable confessing face to face. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been..." She paused trying to remember the last time she had done confession. "too long since my last confession." She finished,

"May the Lord help you to confess your sins."

"I have disrespected my father and mother and gone against their wishes in secret. I have lied and cheated to win or get ahead of others. I have stood by as my sister disgraces our family without action and let her continue in her actions without penalty despite our parents entrusting her care and discipline to me. I have been made unclean..."

She paused, her voice catching in her throat as the feeling of Orion's hands on her came back. Tears welled in her eyes and a choking sensation gripped her chest and throat. "I have stood by while those in my care were made unclean." At this, she broke. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as sobs racked her body and her muscles seemed to give way. "I failed them and I waited too long- and I am now just as responsible for it." She struggled to finish the confession, fighting to speak as salt streamed down her face and a sickening feeling filled her every limb. "This is all I can remember- I- I am sorry for these, and all my sins."

"I can see you have suffered for your sins Child and are truly sorry. For your sins, you shall pray the Act of Contrition, and prayers for the grace to heal your relationship with your parents. Repair the relationship with your sister, and prayers of purification to rid yourself of the uncleanness, and pray to the person you have rendered unclean." The priest took a breath, "I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

Bellatrix thanked the Father and stood. Wiping the tears from her face she left the confessional and joined Narcissa in the chapel.

Chapter 56: Fourth year, 1965- What I wouldn't give to be in Church this Sunday.

Notes:

Warning, Eating disorders kinda

Ignore the year switch im just an idiot.

Chapter Text

November 20th ,1965

Bellatrix woke screaming and thrashing in her bed. Terror racked her body and clouded her mind.

Before she knew it Rita was beside her, trying to get a hold of Bellatrix's arms and stop her before she hurt herself.

"It was just a dream!" Rita exclaimed, "It's not real!"

Bellatrix's head jerked around and she clasped onto Rita, locking onto the one thing that felt solid. Tears glazed her eyes and she looked at Rita so pathetically she looked years younger.

"It was terrifying," She whispered,

"It wasn't real," Rita soothed,

*****

From that point, a slow descent began. No one noticed at first. Bellatrix was more drained but it was brushed off as a lack of sleep.

She wasn't truly tired, not in a sleep way. She was fatigued and burned out. It hadn't hit her till now that for the past 4 years, she hadn't had a break, there was always something. It was foolish to think it wouldn't affect her at some point, foolish to believe she was invincible. Everyone, even her had limits.

******

December 1st, 1965

Bellatrix and Rita were walking down the hall enjoying the free period they got since their Field studies Professor was absent. Bellatrix's eyes trained on the ground which was strange considering she usually walked with purpose and a head held high.

"Happy Birthday," A girl passing by said, Rita smiled and thanked her,

"Who's that?" Bellatrix asked once the girl was out of earshot.

"She's in my DADA class." Rita replied,

Bellatrix had given Rita her present that morning. It was a necklace with an emerald stone dangling from it. Bellatrix found it fitting for Rita's 14th birthday. It was customary to receive precious stones after 13 when the transition from pearls to jewels began. Rita wore it proudly, she had long given up trying to reject the absurdly expensive gifts Bellatrix continued to bestow upon her.

It was presented with a small smile that looked like it took effort.

*****

December 9th, 1965

Bellatrix had fallen into a melancholy state, well she had hit the bottom anyhow, she had been falling for the past two weeks. There was no particular reason, she just felt a sucking feeling inside her, like nothing was worth anything, she didn't want to be present anymore. She was in her own world all the time. In class she fell through the void of her mind, it was dark and cold, maybe that's where the sinking feeling came from. Maybe she was feeling the sensation of falling while physically being planted.

Part of it was exhaustion, nightmares ruined her sleep and before bed, she cast a muffling charm over her bed so that when she inevitably woke screaming it wouldn't alarm anyone. She pushed Rita away, not intentionally but she was just distant and Rita, concerned as she was, couldn't do anything. Bellatrix would spend hours sitting in silence without moving just staring at something no one could see. Narcissa joined her on occasion but they never spoke.

It was almost as if she had been paralyzed. She did the work she needed and nothing more which was unusual, she had no desire to expand her knowledge or skills. The simplest tasks took the most.

When Rita sat beside her she would stay for a moment before getting up without a word and leaving. She wasn't mad, she just needed to be alone.

****

December 15th,1965

It got so bad Rita decided to ask Narcissa for aid.

"I think I did something and I don't know what but I'm scared to say something." Rita confided, she had caught up with Narcissa in the common room. She glanced over to where Bellatrix leaned against the wall behind the window alcove. She had lost weight by skipping meals or hardly eating when she did. She had seemingly lost any appetite and it showed in the way her clothes hung. It had started back in November and now her clothes seemed to swallow her. She had grown paler and her skin seemed almost translucent as it stretched across her skin.

She had been sent to the nurse by a couple of teachers because of how ill she looked but there was nothing physically wrong with her.

Her bones were prominent in her legs and arms which were constantly covered in goosebumps and freezing to the touch. When Bellatrix changed into her night-gown Rita could see the ridges of her spine and ribs. Bellatrix had always been thin but there was really nothing to spare and now she just looked emaciated.

Narcissa sighed, staring at her sister. She couldn't help but think of empty cicada shells when she looked at Bellatrix. The metaphor worked perfectly and only Narcissa could find the art in it.

"This has happened before and it had passed before." Narcissa replied, "Not in a while, but as kids it was more often. I think you helped her a lot these past few years." It was one of the few praises or redeeming qualities Cissa identified in Rita.

"What do I do?" Rita asked,

"Wait, give her space and time." Narcissa replied,

"And if it doesn't get better? If she worsens?" Rita asked,

Narcissa hesitated, unsure what to say, unsure if there was any correct thing to say. "I don't know,"

******

December 18th, 1965

Bellatrix went to mass for the last time before she returned home for Christmas. Tomorrow the train would take her back.

She sat in the front row, listening to the sermon about Mary the Mother of Christ. The sound of the preacher faded into the back and muffled in her ears. The chapel was warm in contrast to the frosty air outside. Snow had been falling for the past week making it nearly impossible for Bellatrix to manage. She didn't usually get cold easily but she had lost too much weight. It was unhealthy. Her hair fell out frequently and her nails were weak and broke at the smallest pressure. She tried to force herself to eat because she knew she needed to but she just couldn't.

When Mass was over Bellatrix began the walk back to the Slytherin dorms. The castle's stone did nothing to help with the cold and Bellatrix constantly wore layers upon layers.

She suddenly was aware of a presence beside her. Rudolphus walked to her right. She looked over at him as he stared straight ahead.

Without turning to her he spoke.

"You look awful," He deadpanned, Bellatrix stopped walking and turned to him. He stopped beside her and turned to face her, waiting for her to return a witty remark or defend herself because then he'd know she hadn't completely slipped away. Instead, she just looked away without replying. Her shoulders sagged and the burdens she had acquired and held over the years were starting to grow heavy. "Say something," Rudolphus urged,

"What do you want me to say?" Bellatrix asked, her voice was docile and breathy. He hated it.

"When have you ever needed to be told what to say, Black." He replied, "You always have something to say and always say it." She looked away and to the ground, her eyes falling as well, like it took too much energy to hold them up. She felt sick suddenly, a wave of nausea and dizziness hit her and she stumbled backward, bumping into the wall and throwing out her hands to stop herself from sliding down. Rudolphus was beside her with a hand on her back. He pushed her to a bench a few feet away and stood before her.

Bellatrix closed her eyes and swallowed as she fought the nausea. "I'm fine," She said, "Just tired."

"And dizzy, and nauseous, and you can hardly stand and you've lost at least 10kg-"

"13," Bellatrix corrected, "Lucky number," she meant it as a joke but it was too weak for humor to be in it.

"Merlin, you're sick," Rudolphus said, he wasn't sure in which way he meant it.

"You think I don't know that?" Bellatrix huffed,

"You can't play quidditch you know that right?" Rudolphus said, "Not like this. You look terrifying, I've seen corpses more life-like." At this point he was just trying to get a rise out of her, hoping it would snap her back to normal.

"Then I guess you'd better get a new seeker," Bellatrix stood and walked away ignoring the black spots floating in her vision. She didn't have the energy for this.

*****

December 19th, 1965

Bellatrix got up a few minutes into the train ride home and excused herself to the bathroom. Instead, she walked around until she found an empty compartment and spent the rest of the ride there.

Only when the train stopped did she return to her old compartment, waving off any questions and grabbing her stuff before collecting Andromeda and Narcissa to get off.

Their parents waited for them on the platform.

When they landed at the manor, Bellatrix threw up from the apparition, it was just bile and burned her throat. Their mother shrieked and had Horrendum take Bellatrix to her room. The elf cleaned her and changed her before placing her into bed.

Back in the drawing room, Andromeda was questioning Narcissa.

"Since when was she sick?" Andromeda asked,

"She's been sick." Narcissa answered, "You were just too busy with your mudblood friends to notice." Andromeda recoiled, "Oh don't act surprised. I know where my loyalties lie and so should you." Andromeda looked away for a moment, she reminded herself that Narcissa was just young and didn't know better. She'd change.

"I don't remember Bella looking so... emaciated," Andromeda said,

"Look she doesn't need your concern when you haven't been there or even noticed! You don't even care about her!" Narcissa was nearly screaming. She was angry, angry at Andromeda for not helping, Angry at everyone for letting Bellatrix fall into this state, angry at herself for not being able to do anything, and even angry at Bellatrix for letting this happen. But beneath that, she was scared. Scared for Bellatrix, scared she'd never be the same. If Narcissa lost her sister she wasn't sure what she'd do.

"I'm sorry," Andromeda whispered, tears filled her eyes.

"It's your fault you know," Narcissa said harshly, fighting a lump in her throat. "Your behavior stressed her out when she has done nothing but protect us and now you've worn her down. And If she doesn't get back to normal..." Narcissa closed her eyes and a tear ran down her face. "And if she doesn't get back to normal you'll have lost us both."

Andromeda was crying now, truly crying. Her chest felt like it was closing as she gasped for breath. Of course she cared about Bellatrix, even after everything, especially after everything. And she cared about Narcissa as well which is why she decided, starting now, that she'd be perfect. She'd fill Bellatrix's shoes until she was back, and then she'd be the perfect daughter. "I'll do better," She promised, both to herself and to Narcissa, and even to Bellatrix, even if she couldn't hear it.

*****

December 24th, 1965

Bellatrix had gained some weight back. She spent all her time in her room with Horrendum helping her do everything, including eat. At times Horrendum would have her under the imperius spell just to make her eat and keep it down.

Still, gaining weight only fixed her body which had been on the verge of shutting down. She was still exhausted and nightmares still tore her from the sleep she managed. Color came back a little and she looked less green.

Her mother came to see her on the 24th and determined she was fit to go to the Christmas Eve service so with Horrendum's help Bellatrix dressed and departed for the service.

The choir was beautiful and the heat of the candle Bellatrix held warmed her frozen hands as the songs warmed her heart. She had grown up with the church, she had spent so much time there, listening to the priest, wandering the beautiful halls, and admiring the stained glass windows. It was more of a home than anything else she had.

She didn't really believe in a God, she didn't admit it, but she couldn't see how there could be a God amid the problems in the world. They just didn't go together. But she didn't go to church or Mass to please God, or to be closer to Him. She went because it was familiar, she went because it symbolized perfection. It made her a better daughter in her family's eyes and it was all she knew.

*****

December 25th, 1965

Bellatrix woke up and combed her hair, which may not seem like a big deal, but it didn't take so much effort.

Regulus and Sirius arrived at noon and Bellatrix joined them in the drawing room. When Bellatrix first greeted Regulus he seemed almost scared of Bellatrix and Sirius straight up told her she looked terrifying. Andromeda scolded Sirius for his remark and this surprised everyone but Narcissa was relieved she was finally trying to do something right. Sirius pouted the rest of the day after this because Andy had never scolded him, he didn't care anymore when anyone else did because it was so frequent the harsh words lost their potency but disappointing Andromeda was entirely different.

*****

Guests for the ball began to arrive at 20h. Narcissa was tasked with greeting them while Bellatrix and Andromeda were to wait around making conversation. Sirius and Regulus were still too young to be anything but seen and not heard. Bellatrix sat with Walburga who was asking her about school.

"Are you too busy to eat?" Walburga asked, Bellatrix knew she had been dancing around the question for a while now and was relieved to get it out with.

"I fell ill in february but I'm recovering now." Bellatrix replied, she forced a smile. Walburga hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

Every now and then Bellatrix shot a glance to the door, waiting for Rita and her parents to arrive. It was now 20:30. Alecto danced with Lucius while Eliza had enthralled a couple purebloods a few years older. Bellatrix waited at her table, because of her arrangement it would be improper for her to accept any dance from a man.

Bellatrix looked back to the door as she heard the crack of apparition and Rita entered with her parents. Bellatrix smiled as she caught Rita's eye and waved her over. Her parents stopped and spoke with Druella and Cygnus.

"You're better?" Rita asked, she looked Bellatrix over, noting her hair's smoothness and her face's fullness.

"I am," Bellatrix replied smiling. She hadn't had time to miss Rita or realize it, but now that she saw her, she realized how much she had. Bellatrix told her that being home had done her well, she left out the parts about how to get her to eat Horrendum had to put her under imperio or the other unpleasant parts of being home.

Rita wasn't entirely convinced Bellatrix was better and she was too scared to ask. The past month or so had driven a wedge between them, silence was harder to fix than fights and Rita felt like she was walking on egg shells. Bellatrix didn't know what to say either, the comfort between them was gone and silence was awkward and unwelcome.

At that moment Rudolphus came over and held out a hand for Bellatrix. She shot a smile at Rita before following Rudolphus to the center of the room. The dance was a slow waltz and Bellatrix and Rudolphus both stood and moved rigidly.

"You're well?" He asked quietly, not looking her in the eyes. Bellatrix tilted her chin up to look at him.

"I am," Bellatrix replied, he didn't say anything more.

Rudolphus had never been outspoken. His opinions were his own; when he said something, it was with purpose and intentionality. It set him apart from most boys who were loud and obnoxious for the sake of it. He had grown to care about Bellatrix, not as a wife yet, she was still too young, but he cared for her in the way a master cared for his student.

"I suppose you'll return to quidditch then. Now I can put you on the pitch without fear of a gust of wind blowing you off." He said monotonously, Bellatrix smirked and rolled her eyes. "Next year I must choose a captain for the team."

Somehow the conversation always reverted to quidditch, it was easy to speak about and they had it in common.

"And I suppose with Alex out you need a new choice?" Bellatrix said,

"No, my choice stays the same and it was never Alex." Rudolphus replied, Bellatrix raised her eyebrows, "You've been an obvious choice. I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want it to get to your head but I hope it'll provide you with an incentive to stay well."

"I didn't think I'd be a contender for the position," Bellatrix said, "I thought combativeness would make me a poor leader."

"Combativeness makes you strong, I think you'll grow more as captain. You need to learn when to fight and how to do it to get people on your side and to lead them as a unit." Rudolphus replied, and Bellatrix smiled. For the first time, she felt like she was being recognized as strong, as something more than a woman.

Rita watched from a table as Bellatrix twirled around with Rudolphus. She couldn't deny that they made a good match, she just wished Bellatrix hadn't picked him. She didn't know it wasn't a choice for either of them. The sight ruined the night for Rita and only solidified the gap that had been growing between them, slowly widening with each mishap. Neither knew how to mend it and neither admitted there was something to fix.

Chapter 57: Fourth year, 1966- Listening to the choir, so heartfelt all singing

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

January 1st, 1966

God is working this purpose out,
as year succeeds to year;
God is working this purpose out,
and the time is drawing near;
nearer and nearer draws the time,
the time that shall surely be:
when the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
as the waters cover the sea.

"Pay attention," Walburga hissed at Sirius, who was craning his head around looking at everything other than the service. Bellatrix smirked, remembering what church was like as a child. She hadn't appreciated it until recently, maybe because when nothing is working and everything seems to fall apart it's nice to have something to cling to.

The church was comforting in a way, always uniform, always the same. The God was loving in theory, making everyone in his image, caring for each of his children like lambs. Still, Bellatrix remembered the stories of lambs sacrificed for God.

*****

January 3rd, 1966

Bellatrix boarded the train with her sisters.

"May I sit with you?" Andromeda asked, Bellatrix looked at her queerly, a little suspicious considering it was against Andromeda's patterns to do this.

"You may," Bellatrix replied, she looked at Narcissa who feigned surprise as well, but really it was Narcissa who had told Andromeda to behave and this was just a part of it. Maybe if she was brought back into the circle she'd be fixed.

Bellatrix smiled when she saw Rita and sat across from her with Narcissa on her right. Rita clasped her hands and pretended it didn't bother her that Bellatrix was keeping a distance.

Eliza and Alecto joined them in the car and Bellatrix spoke little as Eliza talked about her trip to some island. Andromeda didn't cause any problems and sat quietly with a smile plastered on her face. Inside she was dying of boredom.

Narcissa felt the tension in the air but pretended it wasn't there. Everything seemed perfect to anyone outside, maybe if they could just hold up that facade it would become reality.

*****

January 7th, 1966

“Can I sit with you?”

Bellatrix looked up, Andromeda stood before her without making eye contact. She looked nervous. Bellatrix layed down her quill and nodded, she kept her gaze on her sister as she sat beside Bellatrix on the common room couch.

There was no one else in the common because most everyone had class but Bellatrix’s professor had canceled at the last moment and left her with an open lab.

“Why aren’t you in class?” She asked Andy,

“I have a free,” Andromeda replied, Bellatrix raised her eyebrows,

“I never had frees.” She replied, her voice dripping with skepticism. “If you’re skipping-”

“I’m not,” Andromeda reassured, “I swear it. I just didn’t choose to take many classes this year, it was too much considering…” She trailed off,

“Considering last year you were failing half your classes,” Bellatrix said with an heir of superiority. Andromeda bit her tongue and smiled, remembering she was trying to keep the peace and that bickering with Bella wouldn’t solve anything.

“Yes,” She said, looking down at her hands. Bellatrix followed her gaze and took note of the state of Andromeda’s hands. Her nails had been bitten to the quick and dried blood sat beneath her cuticles and on the edges of her fingers from where she had picked at and bitten the skin.

“Well,” Bellatrix prompted,

“Well, what,” Andromeda questioned, Bellatrix let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m really quite busy at the moment so please just get out with whatever you’re going to ask so I may return to my work.” Bellatrix said,

“I wasn’t going to ask anything, I just wanted to spend time with you.” Andromeda replied quietly,

Bellatrix scoffed, “Since when did that start,” Andromeda didn’t reply and Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “Fine, sit around me if you must, but don’t bother me.”

Andromeda was reminded why she never spent time with Bellatrix. Still, she couldn’t work out how Narcissa managed to be on Bella’s good side.

Unbeknownst to her, there were many reasons Bellatrix gravitated towards Narcissa more. Andromeda was too similar to Bellatrix; outspoken, strong-willed, and independent. The only difference was that Bellatrix knew how to contain it and her loyalties laid with her family and their ideals. Andromeda had no filter and her loyalty laid with justice.

Bellatrix also knew that if Andromeda was any less troublesome it would be her who was the burden of the family. So while she didn’t enjoy Andromeda’s chaos and it got her into trouble as well, she knew it could very well be her. Andromeda scared her slightly because it was like looking in a distorted mirror. One that showed her going against her family and their ideals, and the concept scared her, the thought didn’t cross her mind unless Andromeda was directly before her.

Narcissa was the perfect daughter. One word made the difference between her and Bellatrix and that was Quiet . Narcissa was like a doll in Bellatrix’s mind, one with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. She was fragile like a flower as opposed to Bellatrix who was fragile like a bomb.

Bellatrix prided herself on her composure but in reality, she was always one step away from flying off the handle. And the difference between her and Andromeda was that Andromeda internalized everything, her destructive nature was taken out on herself. Bellatrix was always searching for an external target, a scapegoat, something to release her rage on. And it was never fair and never concentrated. She felt like the world had wronged her, and Merlin did she fight back. God help whoever crossed the force that was Bellatrix Black.

*****

January 18th, 1966

Bellatrix was warming up to Andromeda little by little. She sat with her and her friends at lunch and at first Alecto and Malfoy were cagey about it but then it was normal. Narcissa sat with them as well and Bellatrix knew they were finally presenting a front their family would be proud of and that made her happier.

Rita was not happy about this arrangement because instead of sitting at Bellatrix’s side, she sat across from her and their conversations were shorter because Bellatrix was either talking with her sisters or doing work.

It was still difficult with Bellatrix. Rita was always worried she’d slip away again and that she’d be powerless to help her like last time.

*****

After school,l Bellatrix headed to quidditch with Narcissa to get ready for the game against Hufflepuff. Amycus and Alecto had gone earlier and Merlin knows where Lucius and Rabastian were.

“Trix!” Rita called, seeing Bellatrix leave the commons. Bellatrix told Narcissa to go on while she waited for Rita.

“Hey,” Bellatrix said, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just wanted to wish you good luck. Plus I thought I’d walk you down to the pitch.” Rita replied.

“Alright,” Bellatrix said. The two began the walk through the castle to the fields.

“How do you think you did on the potions exam?” Rita asked,

“Mine is next week,” Bellatrix replied,

“Right, I forget we aren’t in the same classes anymore.” Rita replied, “Must be boring, spending all day without me. Who do you even talk to?”

Bellatrix smirked, “I have other friends.”

“No you don’t” Rita laughed,

“No I don’t” Bellatrix conceded, “But I have other people I know who I don’t despise.”

“Like who?” Rita asked, crossing her arms

“I talk to Chloe sometimes…” Bellatrix said after a moment.

“My mistake, you have one other friend smart enough to be in your classes.” Rita said playfully,

“Well who do you talk to?” Bellatrix shot back,

“Eliza and Alecto are in most of my classes.” Rita shrugged, “And most people like me,”

“Most people are nice to you so they don’t end up with their secrets splashed on the front page of some paper.” Bellatrix returned,

“If only they knew… Being nice won’t save them from that. Plus if it was such a secret they wouldn’t have told anyone. And I wouldn’t compromise my journalistic integrity for the sake of someone else.” Rita said smugly,

“Pure evil.” Bellatrix said smiling,

“That’s why you love me,” Rita laughed,

“That is why I love you.” Bellatrix affirmed, the two came to a stop outside the locker rooms and gave a quick hug before Bellatrix went inside and Rita walked back to the castle.

****

Slytherin swept the floor with Hufflepuff. Andromeda sat with Rita and Eliza in the stands though she had to explain why she wasn't sitting with Ted and his friends to them very quickly before Rita noticed they were talking and told Bellatrix.

Rita waited for Bellatrix to leave the locker room after the game so they could walk back to Hogwarts together.

While she waited she saw Landon from the corner of her eye and before she could turn away he had spotted her and was walking over. Rita shifted uncomfortably as he walked over with one of his friends in tow.

"Rita!" He exclaimed obviously a little drunk. Rita looked nervously at the door of the locker room waiting for Bellatrix. She wasn't sure if she wanted her to come out or not. On one hand, Bellatrix would deal with him, on the other it wouldn't be pretty. Still, Bellatrix didn't come out as she was talking with Alecto about strategies.

"Landon," Rita said sedately, not making eye contact.

"What are you doing here? Waiting for your new boyfriend?" He stepped closer to her and Rita backed up hitting the stone wall. Her heart thumped in her chest and she contemplated calling for Bellatrix. She glanced towards the door again, "Is he in there?" Landon asked, "Well I'd love to meet him and tell him all about you."

"I don't have a new boyfriend Landon, please leave." Rita said quietly,

"Why?" He craned his neck, following her gaze. "Don't want me to tell him you're a fucking lesbian?" Rita fought down tears and her cheeks grew red with embarrassment. Landon stepped closer and Rita had nowhere to go as he closed in, she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Cmon mate," One of his friends said, he was looking around nervously, "She isn't worth it."

"GIVE ME A FUCKING SECOND!" Landon screamed, and Rita went white because there was no way Bellatrix hadn't heard that.

"Landon, seriously. You need to go." Rita repeated, he just laughed,

"I should've known you were nothing but a whore. Bet you just liked the attention huh?" He taunted.

"Landon let's go." His friend repeated more urgently. Then he reached out to grab Rita's wrist but before he could touch her he froze, his eyes moved around in a panic as he fought against the curse.

"You should've listened to them when they told you to go." Bellatrix's voice rang out from the entrance of the locker room. She stepped out of the shadows with her wand in hand. The look in her eyes would've petrified anyone without a spell, Rita had seen her mad before but it was never as scary as this. She was completely composed and calculated.

"Look, just let him go and-" Landon's friend started which was a mistake because Bellatrix's attention shifted to him and she raised her wand and with a flick he was on the grass. Rita knew she should intervene or stop Bellatrix before she went too far and got into trouble but she didn't want to. They deserved everything she'd do and Rita was just happy Bellatrix was there.

"Cat got your tongue?" Bellatrix snickered and a chill ran through Rita. In this light, Rita saw the similarities between Bellatrix and Walburga, the harsh shadows in the hollows of their faces were identical and the expression that was constantly on her aunt's face was the same one Bellatrix wore now. It was purely sinister. With another flick of her wand, Landon was set free of the paralysis and he opened his mouth but no sound came out. Bellatrix harshly swipped her wand down diagonally and Landon was jerked down and into the wall with a harsh thud. She jerked her wand again and he was wrenched away violently, flying through the air before landing a few feet away. Rita saw the slight bit of blood on the wall from where he had collided.

"Can't quite hear you," Bellatrix taunted as she approached Landon whose mouth was open in a scream. He tried to move away and without a word little ropes sprouted out from Bellatrix's wand and pinned him down. She moved closer till she was practically over him and looking him directly in the eyes she lifted her foot and brought it down hard on his crotch.

"If you tell anyone you'll regret this and no one will believe you." Bellatrix said in a hushed tone. "I suppose you tripped and fell because of your inebriation and your friend as well. That's what he'll remember anyway but I'll leave you with the memory as a reminder." Then she raised her wand and brought it down in a harsh swing, blood spurted from Landon's nose and he went limp. Bellatrix released the ropes and left him there before going over to his friend and replacing the memories of what had just happened.

Then Bellatrix turned to Rita and the coldness in her eyes didn't lessen. The tension in her body was still present as she walked over to Rita, looking her over making sure she was alright.

"What if he tells?" Rita asked,

"His word against mine, and yours, and even his friend has a different memory. Besides he won't tell, he was drunk and breaking enough rules to get him in trouble, not to mention he's a coward who enjoys making other people feel scared for power." Bellatrix's eyes raked over Rita and her gaze changed, the ice was replaced with fire and Rita's heart fluttered.

Bellatrix's breath caught in her chest and she had to stop herself from reaching out a hand because if her skin made contact with Rita's she'd enjoy it all too much. Rita stood, waiting for Bellatrix to move, her heart raced with anticipation and fear. She wasn't sure what she wanted but she knew it had something to do with Bellatrix. Bellatrix bit her tongue hard trying to distract herself from the feelings raging through her.

"I'm going to get my things." Bellatrix forced herself to turn away and re-enter the locker room. She collected her things and waved off Narcissa. She waited until the rest of the team had left and she was pretty sure Rita had gone too before she let herself cry.

Rita watched as the players filed out and Bellatrix didn't appear. She waited a few minutes before walking to the entrance, she paused with her hand hovering above the doorknob debating wether or not to go in.

Tears ran down Bellatrix's cheeks as she remained silent, she swallowed the lump in her throat. Her body began to shake and she felt physically ill; she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself but it was nothing compared to Rita's embrace. Guilt, shame, pain, more pain. She was broken, she had denied it for so long, pushed it down like if she could keep ignoring the feelings they would go away.

This was the moment she realized that there was something wrong with her that she couldn't fix, no spell to cure herself, no potion to suppress it. If there was she was sure her parents would try it, as long as she lived Rita would haunt her, as long as she lived the feeling of Rita in her arms would be all she craved, and as long as she lived she'd hate herself for it.

Rita pulled her hand back and left.

Bellatrix's breath failed her and as she gasped no air entered her lungs and a sharp pain filled her stomach. It started as a whine, hardly audible but it rose to a shout that seemed to peirce the very core of the world and Bellatrix didn't know who or what she was screaming at, so she decided it was everyone and everything. It would all face her rage, her pain. She'd hold onto that anger till she beld and scarred, hoping everyone else would feel the pain through her.

Notes:

Happy angst-giving!

Chapter 58: Fourth year, 1966- God loves you, but not enough to save you

Notes:

RIP Bellatrix you would've loved death metal
RIP Andromeda, you would've loved Taylor Swift
RIP Narcissa, you would've loved Gracie Abrams

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

January 19th, 1966

Of course, Bellatrix faced no consequences for her actions and Rita was too scared to bring it up with her.

*****

January 20th, 1966

"What do you think about this color on me?" Eliza asked referring to her red lipstick.

"I think that you should study for the charms test," Rita said, "Flitwick is brutal when it comes to grading."

"I know right!" Alecto exclaimed thumping her hands against the wooden table which earned her a harsh shush from the librarian.

"Really?" Bellatrix asked, "His tests are super easy,"

"For you, but it's hard to study for magic exams, I can memorize and answer questions but I get so nervous and my charms go wonky and when it's not perfect he docks a point." Eliza replied, "I don't do well under pressure,"

"If you applied half the energy you spend on boys to school you might think differently," Bellatrix teased, Eliza made a face and returned to her work. Bellatrix looked at the clock and then to the door waiting for her sisters to join them. They said they'd be there at 3 and now it was 3:15. Rita noticed her glancing around and offered to look for them but Bellatrix brushed her off.

Narcissa and Andromeda did finally show up after another 15 minutes and Bellatrix helped Andromeda with her potions while Narcissa worked on her transfiguration silently. Eliza looked over at Narcissa's work and groaned commenting how she missed second year and how easy the work was.

*****

January 21st, 1966

When Bellatrix returned to the dorm after church Rita was awake and waiting for her.

"The snow is melting," Rita said, Bellatrix hummed in assent. "Want to go for a walk?" She continued, Bellatrix stopped and contemplated for a second. Try as she might to distance herself from Rita, it never worked. One little word and Rita had her walls down, one touch set her on fire, and she loved it, the rush, the feeling, but she hated herself for it. She'd have no problem dating Rita if it didn't mean dating a girl.

Still, despite her trepidation and reasoning she agreed and the two put on their cloaks before going out to the Black Lake.

"How's the paper going?" Bellatrix asked,

"Oh it's so good!" Rita exclaimed, "Since..." She paused and looked around before lowering her voice, "my animagus is so small, I can go anywhere and hear everything."

She launched into telling Bellatrix everything that was happening at school in the social part. Rita never wrote under a pseudonym and since she was editor and chief of the paper when she wrote something that got her into trouble she had to answer to the teachers. Dumbledor had put her on probation a few times because of the content and threatened to ban the paper.

"Well if he does end up banning it I'll copy whatever you make and you can have them distributed," Bellatrix said,

"Well, I might still have you do that because he won't let me write what I want. I mean, where is the liberty? He expects me to compromise my journalistic integrity!" Rita exclaimed,

"I don't think integrity is the right word for what you write," Bellatrix laughed and Rita shot her a playful glare that sent butterflies through Bellatrix's stomach which she immediately crushed. They continued walking for an hour before they decided to go inside and hang out in the common room by the fire. Any time Bellatrix brushed against Rita her head felt light and she was confused about it more than anything. It was frustrating, the feelings she was feeling, so sudden and new. Her face would flush and she'd feel a rush which made no sense considering for the past 4 years she'd never felt like this with Rita, she'd always enjoyed Rita and felt a very platonic love but this was different, this was like fiendfire and the smallest thing lit her up. She was curious and terrified of being burned.

Despite her fear, she found herself chasing after the fire Rita had. It was so different from herself, from her family. It was almost like Rita was melting the ice Bellatrix had been encased in for years and years. It was hard to step away from the heat once you thawed, the glow was so nice and entrancing. At any moment Bellatrix was looking for a way to be closer to Rita, to touch her and feel that rush again.

Rita noticed it, though she pretended she didn't. She noticed it all too well and was acutely aware of every move Bellatrix made.

*****

February 1st 1966

Slowly the touches were less subtle, Bellatrix played with fire more than she ought but it was so hard not to when she wasn't being burned. At meal times she'd be pressed against Rita and her heart would pound in her chest while her head seemed to spin. Rita would lay her head on Bellatrix like she used to but it was so different this time. The stakes seemed to be higher because despite their denial they knew it wasn't casual. They had grown and laying in bed together meant more than it had when they were 12. Such a short two years yet such a large change.

They sat on the common room couch next to the fire, Rita was laying across Bellatrix who sat with ever-perfect posture, some things never changed. Alecto and Eliza sat on the floor beside them while Lucius and Rabastian sat across in two chairs talking about whatever, Bellatrix didn't care. Amycus was engaged in a game of chess with some other Slytherin, to Bellatrix it was like pulling teeth to watch the match. She fought the impulse to jump in or yell at them after they blundered but she still cringed when Amycus lost his queen in a very obvious trap.

Bellatrix didn't play chess at school unless it was against herself or Cissa because no one else was a worthy opponent. Even a lot of the Ravenclaws were just okay. There were good players, but only a handful, and Bellatrix was just better because she had a gift for analysis and strategy. No trick got passed her. Besides, she was a shitty teacher because her method was just telling people that it 'isn't that hard' and to 'just do it'. To be fair it's not like that was her fault, it was how she was taught and it had worked because fortunately, she was smart and gifted at many things.

Sure, sometimes she'd fly off the handle and do something she shouldn't, her anger would get the better of her but it was never anything money and power didn't fix. Not that it was trivial or anything, she was just filthy rich. It wasn't obnoxious because she didn't need to flaunt it, everyone knew, and you could just tell by the way she spoke and acted, how she carried herself and what she did. Impulsiveness was one flaw in her mask that would shatter the perfectly removed persona she had. Control had slipped from her at a certain point and even though she was off the rails entirely, she had her moments.

Andromeda did not do well with this method, she wasn't stupid but she just didn't see the picture the way Bellatrix did, she wasn't nearly as strategic but what she lacked in that she made up for with her kind soul and understanding of others. She was a writer, not like Rita was. She wrote poetry and tales of love. She poured her heart out on a page because that was the only way she knew how. She put her words to the piano and wrote beautiful music. Her books had writings in the margins and dried flowers pressed between the pages. Her ideas flowed from her head to the paper and when she could she'd sneak away and see Ted and let him read her poems and he'd write his own.

His favorite was one she had written after they had become friends.

How does something grow in a wasteland?
How does the land become barren?
Was there a great fire, or flood,
Or was it a sickness that spread over time
Did it slowly eat away at everything good and beautiful?
How can something move backward instead of forward?
Out of the cracks in the earth came a weed,
It was nothing of beauty, but it was there.
It grew and grew, twisted and alone,
often it wished it hadn't but try as the land might,
the little weed would not die.
such strength in such a small thing,
such defiance shown by a little weed,
It often thought it was ugly,
The weed wasn't perfect,
not at all, it had thorns that pricked those who got too close
And for so many years the little weed thought it was no good,
but what the weed didn't see was the beauty in it's strength,
Who could ask for more,
No rose is willing to grow in such a place,
Look at where you came from,
look at what you've become,
It's a miracle you're here at all,
And who can blame you for being the way you are,
when you were raised in hostile ground.

She always criticized her work, it was never good enough. And when she did he'd made her read the poem again and remind her the story was not at its end.

Bellatrix wasn't a very good writer, she was too analytical and there was never a deeper meaning. She'd shoot to kill, hitting the nail on the head each time and getting straight to the point.

Neither she nor Andromeda were good at talking about their feelings, the only difference was Andromeda learned to write them all out but Bellatrix had kept it all in for far too long. Pent up behind a dam that was sure to crack at one point or another and when it did she'd unleash something the world had never seen. God help anyone in the way.

Narcissa adapted under the conditions, she grew to them as they bent her and broke her. She loved just as much as Andromeda and just as fiercely but her first objective was Bellatrix. Bellatrix had done a much better job protecting her than Andromeda and Andy resented it a little even though it wasn't her fault, she was just a child, they were all children.

*****

February 14th, 1966

Bellatrix hated Valentine's Day, it was too uncomfortable seeing a million couples snogging and being all sweet in public. PDA made her uncomfortable when it was small things but it was a whole other level.

Eliza laughed at the permanent scowl on Bellatrix's face as she observed a girl and boy whispering and laughing together at another table at the three broomsticks. "If you weren't so absolutely terrifying boys would be all over you," Eliza remarked, "Actually, yea, stay terrifying and give us a chance." she amended. Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"I have no use for them," She remarked, she was promised to Rudolphus and she could only imagine the fit that would be thrown if it ever got to anyone that she had merely glanced in the direction of another boy. She was certain it would be far worse than any time Rudolphus fully snogged any girl he deemed attractive. Boys held no sway over her, they just didn't really register for her and none of them even tried which showed their most promising characteristic, self-preservation.

Rita's leg pressed against Bellatrix's beneath the table and she was sure to stay perfectly still to not disrupt it. Electricity coursed through her at the feeling.

Back at the castle, Andromeda had received a letter from her parents, it was a last of suitable men. A very long list of men old enough that it made her look up what the law was and she began to find how related she was to each of them. To her disgust, Evan Rosier and a few other close cousins were on the list as well as Sirius and Regulus which made her gag. All of Bellatrix's friends were on the list which was accompanied by a note that told her she must be engaged by 16 and that she'd be married when she turned 17 but that she didn't need to worry because they would host a ball this summer and she'd be acquainted with suitors.

This did not ease her worries and she deeply regretted that she was being civil and proper which had somehow (Narcissa) gotten back to their parents, (Narcissa's fault) and illusioned them into thinking she was out of her phase and ready to perform her duties, (Their fault for being naive, but then again, they were just hopeful).

She decided to ask Bellatrix about it when her sister returned from Hogsmeade.

****

When Bellatrix entered the commons Andromeda pulled her away immediately and showed her the list.

She hadn't gone to Bellatrix with anything for years but there was no one else who'd understand, they were still sisters anyway.

"I thought you got this third year?" Bellatrix asked, examining the list, "That's when you were supposed to..."

"Does Narcissa have hers?" Andromeda asked, Bellatrix nodded and told her Narcissa had gotten it in October.

"I suspect your behavior delayed this for a year but now that you seem to be out of whatever that was..." Bellatrix said thoughtfully, "I suppose they thought you too volatile. A quite good strategy on their part, last year you wouldn't have been open to the implication and it might have just pushed you further but now you're sensible."

Andromeda felt sinking in her stomach, it seemed unavoidable, "What am I supposed to do?" She asked in despair,

"Well, as the eldest my union was arranged but you can spend some time going over the family trees, there are a lot of factors to consider of course. He must be tolerable, and wealthy with good parents and good ideals. A good job and prospects, and then you'll want whoever is furthest in relation to you." Bellatrix said, summarizing it like a simple problem, "You and Narcissa will meet them at the ball. I can go over them with you if you'd like. Narcissa can come as well, it would benefit her to have a refresher before the ball."

Andromeda wasn't sure what response she had been expecting from Bellatrix. She'd been hoping for comfort or shock or something more than clinical coldness. It was foolish.

Bellatrix turned to leave before asking her one more thing, "Choose who you will, but for my sanity not Lucius or Amycus."

******

February 19th, 1966

Bellatrix went to church and sat. The walls of the chapel made her feel guiltier than ever like everyone could see every little thing. God didn't forgive those who went against his commandments and certainly not those who made themselves unclean.

The priest read from Leviticus and Bellatrix shifter uncomfortably through the whole thing.

After the service she stayed for an hour, kneeling on the hard ground out of sight, praying for God to fix her, to save her. To get rid of the feelings that coursed through her. He gave his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers but Bellatrix wasn't sure she could take it.

*****

She decided to send Reggie a letter, she hadn't in a while and she remembered that she had promised to do so. When she returned to the dorms she sat and wrote telling him about what was happening at school. She left out any details about herself.

When Regulus received the letter he was just happy she still remembered him.

Notes:

Yes that was a Wicked reference.

Chapter 59: Fourth year, 1966- The more it hurts, the less it shows

Chapter Text

March 3rd, 1966

Bellatrix sat between Rita's legs in the dorm as she braided her hair for the match against Gryffindor.

She tugged a little hard and Bellatrix jerked back slightly,

"Sorry," Rita winced, Bellatrix shrugged,

"Oh don't worry my mother used to do my hair,"

*****

Bellatrix took to the air and began to look for the snitch.

"And now Black has the ball," The commentator's voice rang out across the field, "Narcissa that is... She's really going for it, and she scores, 10-0 to Slytherin."

"You could sound enthusiastic Mr. Tonks," McGonagall scolded,

"Sorry professor," The boy said, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and continued to look around for the snitch.

Andromeda was sitting with Rita watching the game. Lucius and Rabastian were forced to sit out for the next few games because they decided to skip morning practice and Rudolphus was not happy. Mordrid and Polaris had taken their place in the game since Rudolphus now had subs.

"Fun fact, since Bellatrix Black has been seeker she hasn't gone a game without not catching the snitch which has resulted in Slytherin not losing any games. Rumors that she's cheating have been circulating but I don't think they're true because there isn't really a way to cheat in quidditch." The boy said,

Bellatrix stopped above the game and looked around for the little golden ball.

"Fortuce scores!" Ted exclaimed, "30-30 for Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes and looked down at Narcissa who had just lost the ball to Alice resulting in them gaining a point.

This happened three more times before Bellatrix came down.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Bellatrix yelled to her sister, "Focus!"

Narcissa pursed her lips and flew on for the next play while Bellatrix returned higher in the sky for a better view.

Gryffindor scored another 40 points and it was now 70-30, Rudolphus was yelling at Narcissa for letting Alice steal the ball again when Bellatrix came down for the second time.

"Don't bloody yell at her when you're letting the girl get past you!" Bellatrix yelled, getting between him and Narcissa, "Be a better keeper then!"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Rudolphus yelled, "Go back to the bloody sky!"

"You yell at my sister when you aren't guarding your posts and it does have something to do with me!" Bellatrix yelled back, Rudolphus was fuming and she could tell he wanted to sit her out but they were already losing by 40 and he wasn't going to risk the game.

"Narcissa, you can't focus, sit out, send in Iris," Rudolphus ordered, he rubbed his hands over his face and flew away.

Slytherin ended up winning but only because Bellatrix caught the snitch. Rita had gone on to the commons for the party while Bellatrix waited with Narcissa and Alecto.

"I'm sorry I was out of focus," Narcissa muttered as they walked out, Alecto assured her that it was fine and that it happened to everyone once in a while.

The three walked on through the grass to the castle.

****

The party was loud and Bellatrix wanted to get away. She stayed away from the alcohol, it wasn't her first choice. Instead, she found herself wandering about the castle alone. There was no chance of sleep while the party continued. She walked up a tower of stairs and found herself before the door of the divination classroom. She was about to turn back but the door was cracked. Her curiosity won the better of her and she peeked in. A girl about her age sat by the window, she wore a dark blue flowy skirt with a dark green jumper that had designs stitched onto it.

Bellatrix walked in and the girl looked up,

"Hello," She said, she had an Irish accent. Her curly light blonde hair was held back with a dark yellow bandana and large glasses sat on her nose.

"I don't mean to intrude," Bellatrix said,

"Nonsense," The girl said, "I'm Sybill." She motioned for Bellatrix to come closer and with a little reluctance she moved towards the girl.

"Bellatrix Black," She said sticking out her hand. Sybill grabbed on and began to look intently at her palm.

"You have a deep headline," She said, "You must always be in your own head, digging away looking for something you cannot find, your heart line is short but deep, you try and conceal your emotions by holding them in but all it's doing is cutting into your soul. Your lifeline is long enough yet shallow, I suspect you won't be fulfilled in life, towards the middle it has a line through it, I suspect that's when your life will end, not physically but in some other way. And your fate line is nearly set in stone, there is a branch not taken but it all leads back to the same end, your heart and fate intersect at the very end, a glimpse of what you could've had, a fate you missed, maybe one of another universe. I am sorry." She said, looking up at Bellatrix who was just too stunned to say anything.

Bellatrix finally pulled her hand away, struggling to find words, "That means nothing," She spit out, Sybill looked at her and smiled,

"What you wish to believe will not change the course of your fate," She said, "It does not concern me and there is no warning to give because you will not make change."

Bellatrix wasn't sure whether she should walk out or stay, probably walk out but she didn't really have anything better to do and the girl was strange to a degree that Bellatrix was drawn to it, like figuring her out would solve something. "You're unusual," She said,

"Thank you," Sybill said, she moved over slightly to make room for Bellatrix to sit beside her. Bellatrix took the seat and watched as the girl pulled out a rolled-up fag from her skirt's pocket and lit it with her wand before offering Bellatrix a drag.

"Thanks," Bellatrix said, she tried not to cough, "What is this?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes,

"Grass," Sybill replied with a smirk, Bellatrix looked at her like she was insane before she clarified that it was cannabis. "Never had it?" She asked, Bellatrix shook her head in the negative and Sybill laughed, Bellatrix giggled slightly which she never did. "You'll get used to it in a second," Sybill said with a giggle,"

"I feel like my senses have been amplified or something," Bellatrix said, as she relaxed into the cushions.

Sybill laughed and then sighed before speaking, "I've heard a lot about you," She said, Bellatrix perked up at this, wondering what people said about her, not that she particularly cared but it was interesting to know what people thought of her.

"What do they say?" Bellatrix asked,

"Mostly that you're scary, but you don't seem so scary to me. They say you're stuck up as well but I don't see it." Sybill said, taking another drag of the blunt. Bellatrix looked around asking herself how she let this happen. Normally she'd never do this, never smoke especially with some random girl, it was like every sense of self-preservation had left her in a blink. If this ever got back to her parents she'd be so royally screwed.

"Is that all?" Bellatrix cocked her head to the right,

"That's about half, the other half is more about what you do, and your family and your friends," Sybill said,

"How come I've never heard of this?" Bellatrix asked, she had always assumed no one talked about her either out of fear or indifference,

"Because even the people who claim not to be scared of you make sure never to tell anyone who might tell you or your friends, especially Rita," Sybill replied,

Bellatrix looked around, her head felt fuzzy and her stomach was turning with some anticipation but she didn't know for what. "I have to go," She said suddenly getting up. Her vision went black for a moment as the blood rushed to her head and she was forced to steady herself with a hand on the wall.

"alright," Sybill replied with a shrug, "See you in ancient ruins,"

"We have classes together?" Bellatrix asked,

"Mhm," Sybill nodded, "We have a few," Bellatrix looked at her queerly trying to understand how she had never noticed the girl, "I don't talk much and you don't pay attention to other people much," Sybill explained.

"Oh," Bellatrix replied nodding, she blinked clearing the daze away "See you in class then," with that, she walked out and held tightly to the railing as she descended the stairs of the tower. She walked slowly, enjoying the breeze and silence of the castle. She rounded a corner and nearly ran into two people.

"Watch it!" She snapped, before taking a good look at their faces and gasping, "Andromeda?!" She asked, astonishment and rage in her tone, she looked at the boy standing beside her. He was wearing a Hufflepuff jumper and already Bellatrix knew he was not someone to be approved of. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" She hissed, grabbing hold of her sister's arm, nails digging into her flesh. Andromeda winced.

"Hey! Stop!" The boy said pulling Andromeda out of Bellatrix's grasp, Bellatrix turned to him with a wild look in her eyes, and to his credit and stupidity, he didn't back down.

"Ted stop," Andromeda whispered, "It's fine," Ted didn't listen as Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at him.

"Who are you?" She asked scrutinizingly, looking him up and down with disdain and pure loathing.

"Ted Tonks," He said, Bellatrix was surprised by his boldness, and she looked at Andromeda.

"Care to explain why you're wandering the castle with some Hufflepuff boy, alone, in the middle of the night?" Bellatrix asked, crossing her arms. "With a mudblood?" She wasn't entirely sure of his blood status, not pureblood for sure.

"He's just a friend." Andromeda defended, but it didn't make it much better in Bellatrix's eyes.

"He'd better be because I'd crucio him myself and then tell mother and father. Him being a friend only spared him but you are still in an immeasurable amount of trouble! I thought you were doing better, and spending time with acceptable company and now I find this!" Bellatrix was shouting at this point, lost in her rage entirely. Then she turned to Ted and Andromeda was so scared she'd hurt him but instead, she just clenched her hands and softly told him to get lost. When Ted didn't move she screamed it and with a nudge from Andromeda, he left. When he had rounded the corner Bellatrix turned back to Andromeda and took her straight to the owlery.

Bellatrix rummaged around for a quill and parchment while Andromeda looked around nervously. When she found it, she thrust both into Andy's hands with a glare. "What is this for?" Andromeda asked

"Write," Bellatrix replied coldly, "Write to mother and father about what you've been doing and who you've been sneaking about with." She said, rage radiating off her and she was practically shaking with it.

"Bella-" Andromeda started but Bellatrix put up a hand to stop her.

"Don't, don't say anything." Bellatrix hissed. Tears welled in Andromeda's eyes as she stared at her older sister. "Write," Bellatrix ordered. A tear fell from Andromeda's eye as she sank to the floor and began to write.

Bellatrix paced back and forth, the high seemed to be gone now, overcome by her anger and fear. Fear of what their parents would do. She'd be punished as well, she could only hope that telling them would ease it and leave Cissa out of it. It would end up being her fault. More than that she felt foolish for thinking Andromeda had been fixed and was on the correct path again. She had lied straight to her face and Bellatrix had believed it because it was easier to do so than continue to hate and distrust her.

She was angry of course, but more than that she was hurt that Andromeda would betray her like this. It was her own fault when they were punished, their parents were just doing what was right and there was nothing wrong with it. Bellatrix knew that but Andromeda just couldn't wrap her head around it.

Andromeda looked up at her sister who looked so angry with her; Andromeda was scared but mostly hurt that Bellatrix was doing this, that she actually believed all the crap their parents said. "You know what they'll do and you'll still tell them? Do you even love me?" Andromeda asked, her voice breaking as she spoke.

"Do you know what they'd do if they found out some other way!?" Bellatrix asked and Andromeda could hear the fear in her voice. "To me? To you? To Cissa! I mean do you ever bloody think Andromeda?! You're actions affect all of us and Mother and Father don't care who did what when it comes to what happened they punish us all equally if not more!" She screamed.

"And yet you still follow them blindly!" Andromeda yelled back, "Even when they curse us and abuse us and-"

"Don't you dare!" Bellatrix screamed, cutting her sister off, "Don't you dare speak a word about them and how to teach us when you are the reason they much punish us! I don't know why you can't see that they are trying to protect us and help us!"

"No, I can't see that because I can't seem to get my head that far up my arse!" Andromeda yelled in reply. Bellatrix recoiled, surprised, before it turned to anger again.

"You insolent little-" Bellatrix held up her wand to Andromeda,

"Go on!" Andromeda screamed, egging her on, "Go on and curse me just like mother and father would!" She pushed tears back and sniffed, staring at her sister. Bellatrix faltered, and Andromeda scoffed, "I didn't think you actually believed in their blood purity shit." She paused

"And I truly thought you had changed." Bellatrix whispered, "We're both disappointed." She motioned with her wand for Andromeda to continue writing.

*****

Bellatrix sent the letter with her signature beside Andromeda's and her owl. Then she told Andromeda to get out of her sight. She was so angry that she couldn't even care where Andy went or what she did.

The party was over when Bellatrix re-entered the dorms and went to her room. Rita was still awake and when Bellatrix looked over she found that Narcissa was asleep on her bed. Bellatrix had calmed slightly but Rita could still tell something was up.

"She wanted to talk to you but couldn't find you at the party so I made her come up here and wait because I figured you wouldn't want her down there. She was asleep when I came in with Alecto and Eliza. They went to sleep but I stayed up waiting for you." Rita explained, Bellatrix nodded and looked down. "What happened to you?" Rita asked,

"I left for air," Bellatrix lied, "I ran into my sister frolicking about with some mudblood so I had to deal with that." She hissed, she didn't want anyone to know but Rita was hardly anyone.

"Oh, are you ok?" Rita asked, she stepped closer to put a comforting hand on Bellatrix's shoulder. Bellatrix shivered at the contact and forced herself to pull away. Andy's faults reminded her of her own and when her parents inevitably ligilimensed them she didn't need them seeing these parts of her life.

"No," Bellatrix admitted with a sigh, that was as vulnerable as she was going to get. Anger was easier to display than the hurt she felt.

Rita didn't push her or try to touch her again. Bellatrix looked over to where Narcissa was fast asleep. "I'm going to take her to her dorm," Bellatrix muttered, she waved her wand and Narcissa levitated off the bed so Bellatrix could take her back to her room.

When Narcissa was in bed Bellatrix crept back to her dorm. The lamps were off now and she crawled into bed but sleep evaded her.

****

March 6th, 1966

Bellatrix had told Narcissa what had happened just to prepare her but she warned her not to tell a soul. The only other person who knew was Rita and Bellatrix would trust her with anything.

Narcissa acted like she hadn't already known about Ted. She wished she had told Bellatrix sooner now, but the road not taken always looks better.

Andromeda hadn't tried to talk to Bellatrix and Bellatrix hadn't made any effort either. Andromeda was openly hanging out with Ted and his friends now. Bellatrix would see them and rage would fill her. Rita would always put a hand on her, steadying her.

"she spits on everything the family stands for," Bellatrix hissed to Alecto as she glared daggers at her sister who pretended to not notice.

The reply letter from their parents came that day at dinner. To Bellatrix's surprise, it was not a howler, she supposed her mother didn't want the information broadcasted, not that people weren't talking because they were. The letter came to Andy who was sitting with her friends at the Hufflepuff table. She went quiet and as Bellatrix saw her take the letter she rose and walked over. People whispered as she walked past them but she didn't care.

She came up behind Andromeda and snatched the letter.

*
To Andromeda Black,

Your behavior has disgraced the family and sent your mother into a rage. Do not mistake this with mere displeasure;
this is an outrage. You have a duty to perform that your sisters seem to have no trouble with. You are held to the sacred
obligation of upholding the honor of this family as you represent us as a whole. Your actions have consequences you
cannot imagine! It is not just a betrayal of your family but a stain upon the very values we are to uphold.
We have warned you countless times of the consequences of defiance yet it seems you must be reminded. This disgraceful
behavior can not and will not be tolerated. You force our hand Andromeda for it brings us no pleasure to be forced
into such measures.
It seems you have forgotten yourself and trust you will be reminded upon the end of term. If you decide to continue
with these despicable actions, know that we will hear and if it comes to it there is nothing we will stop at. This is no threat
but a promise.
To have to disgrace us in this way is unforgivable and I must remind you that the ties binding you to this family are not
unconditional and if you continue down this path you will find yourself severed from them. Do not test us.
Your marriage is at stake and with that your future so I would strongly advise you to correct yourself. We see you cannot
be trusted with decisions and therefore have decided who you shall marry. Amycus Carrow will make a good husband
and we make this match with the hope it will correct your mistakes. You shall marry him your sixth year and that is
decided.

Cygnus and Druella Black
*

"Stupid girl," Bellatrix hissed, she thrust the letter into Andromeda's hands and left. There was nothing she could do.

****

March 10th, 1966

Bellatrix received a similar letter from their parents along with an order to keep Andromeda under practically lock and key which was not feasible and Andromeda continued to defy her and spend time with invalids. Bellatrix attempted to explain that Andromeda was beyond her control but the excuses did not sway their parents' hearts. Bellatrix knew Andromeda was making it so much worse for all of them but she seemed hell-bent on behaving like a deal girl walking.

****

Chapter 60: Fourth year, 1966- God, I've tried...

Notes:

super short, sorry but I needed to post and the ideas are not ideaing.

Chapter Text

March 15th, 1966

Bellatrix prayed, her knees had bruises from kneeling on the hardwood. She neglected the cushions. Suffering was proof of loyalty.

She prayed for Andromeda and herself. Hoping God would hear and fix her sister.

Bellatrix was thrice as aware of her own faults and she refused to let Rita touch her out of sheer fear of what could happen if her parents found out. She had learned occlumency young but was forbidden from using it against her parents.

"I don't understand why you're being like this!" Rita asked. She was following slightly behind Bellatrix as she tried to get her attention. "I haven't done anything to warrant this from you Trix!"

"It's not about you Rita," Bellatrix said quietly, "I just can't..." She trailed off, there were so many things to say but her longings were better left unspoken.

"What?" Rita asked, "Please just tell me what to do and I'll do it! Trix, you're my best friend and I love you more than anything!"

"Don't say that," Bellatrix whispered, tears forming in her eyes. There was no one around thankfully.

"Why?" Rita prodded, "Just talk to me, Trix! I can help you! Whatever it is I'm here!"

"Rita stop," Bellatrix warned, Rita was in front of her now, blocking the way.

"I'll do whatever you want, just please tell me what the problem is!" Rita pleaded,

"Enough!" Bellatrix yelled, Rita flinched, "You want to know?" She asked angrily, "I can't, I can't do this with you, I can't have you touch me, or whisper things in my ear that make me laugh and shiver at the feeling of your breath on my skin and I can't do you're words that seem crafted to ensnare me!" Rita stopped, and Bellatrix's eyes widened as the realization of her confession hit her.

"What are you saying?" Rita asked cautiously. She didn't want to jump to conclusions but her heart fluttered at the possibility of Bellatrix. Bellatrix knew at this moment the hole she had dug for herself and there was no way out.

She turned around and began to walk back but Rita pursued her.

"Leave me alone," Bellatrix warned, trying to get away but Rita wouldn't.

"Just tell me, Trix!" She begged, "Please!" Bellatrix kept walking and Rita followed, "STOP!" She yelled, grabbing Bellatrix's arm and turning her to face her. Bellatrix looked at her for a moment, her hair was crazed and she was breathing heavily and Rita looked so pretty, and fuck it.

Bellatrix grabbed Rita's face with both hands and kissed her. Neither knew what they were doing and Rita's hands were hovering in the air as Bellatrix's lips pressed to her's.

It was over in a second but it felt like hours. Bellatrix pulled back and realized what she had done. Without a word, she turned and ran off. Rita was too dazed to follow her.

Bellatrix was straight to the chapel and the father. Tears streamed down her face and panic spread in her chest.

"Father, please help me!" She begged,

The priest looked at her with pity in his eyes and she cried.

"I have done something unforgivable," She sobbed, "God cannot help me when I'm like this." Burning like she never felt coursed through her. Her lungs seemed to fail along with her resolve and it was as though the devil himself had entered her.

"Tell me, child," The priest said, Bellatrix shook her head, it was too horrible to voice.

"You have to know- God has to know it was a mistake! I was overtaken by the devil and his challenges, I could not handle it, father, I- I broke," She was talking so quickly and it was hardly intelligible what she said through gasps and sobs. Terror like nothing she had ever experienced coursed through her and it overtook any brief pleasure Rita had given her. "I've been struggling with these thoughts for a while father and I thought I could handle them on my own but I couldn't and I've acted on them, father." She took a breath and forced the words out, "lustful desire towards a friend, a girl." She looked down, not able to gaze into the priest's eyes.

The father studied her for a moment, unsure of what to say. "You have faltered in your path Bellatrix, but it does not have to continue so. I can help you, the Lord can help you."

"He had to understand I tried!" Bellatrix cried,

"And He does" The priest assured,

"I don't want to go to hell." Bellatrix whispered, ignoring the tears that glossed over her lips.

He talked with her for many hours and advised her how to go about it. One suggestion was that she stay in one of the rooms by the chapel so she was away from temptation and Bellatrix readily agreed. She wasn't willing to face Rita and she was certain Rita had told everyone at this point.

*****
March 16th 1966

Rita hadn't said a word. She had waited till the morning for Bellatrix to come to their dorm but she didn't. She looked for her in the halls but she was absent.

****

March 17th, 1966

Bellatrix was back in classes the next day but still hadn't returned to the dorm. Rita had tried to talk to her but Bellatrix just ignored her and walked away without explanation which hurt Rita more than anyone could imagine.

Bellatrix spoke with Alecto and Narcissa and that was it and she wouldn't tell them what was happening with Rita. In fact, at the mention of her name, she removed herself.

Andromeda continued to be a disgrace and no one other than Bellatrix and Rita knew that she was just as bad, and no one but Bellatrix knew that she was spending hours kneeling on rice in the chapel to cleanse herself. The marks were covered with magic.

Rita hopped to talk to Bellatrix at lunch but she wasn't there.

"Where's Bellatrix?" Alecto asked, "I haven't seen her in a couple days,"

"She's sick," Rita lied, she knew Bellatrix would never forgive her if she told anyone the truth, and frankly she wasn't sure what to say.

Bellatrix was in their dorm getting her things as quickly as she could. The priest had gotten permission for her to stay in one of the rooms by the chapel for the rest of the year.

Narcissa didn't believe Rita's explanation but wasn't going to call her out in front of everyone for Bellatrix's sake. Andromeda was sitting with those Hufflepuff mudbloods and she glared across the great hall. Andy pretended not to notice.

****

March 18th, 1966

Bellatrix sat with a candle at the small wooden desk in her new room. She sighed and took out parchement and a quill and began to write.
As she did tears welled in her eyes.
*
Dear Mother and Father,

I must confess to something that I take no pride in but I know it is only you who can aid me at this time.
Andromeda's faults seem to have rubbed onto me and I fear Narcissa is next.
Without your watchful eye, we seem to have strayed and I fear for us all and our souls.
I tell you this because I know while you'll be angry you may take pity on me and fix me.
For a year now unclean thoughts have plagued my mind but I have kept it to myself so that I may fix it.
I have failed. I have had affection for a certain girl and while I tried to suppress it and pray it goes away
the desire overcame me. I have been praying every day now and distanced myself from her but I must
confess my lips have touched her's and I know the punishment when I return home will be severe and
I know it will be deserved.

Regrets, Bellatrix Druella Black
*

With tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, she sent the letter off with Jupiter.

Chapter 61: Fourth year, 1966- That's how my father raised me

Chapter Text

March 20th, 1966

Bellatrix still hadn't received a reply from anyone and she was starting to wonder if her owl had even made it. Then she wondered if her family was just cutting her off entirely, and finally, she settled on the idea that it was the last time she would ever see Jupiter or Rita again, maybe her parents would pull her out of school entirely and marry her off. Still, she knew there was nothing she could do to resist and that whatever they did do, she would deserve it. Her bed had been made and she was determined to lay in it.

Bellatrix walked through the halls alone, ignoring anyone and everyone. Her gaze remained forward and focused, her posture rigid as ever and Rita caught a glimpse of the girl she met 4 years ago on the train to Hogwarts. The difference was, she wasn't certain she could change her again.

The kiss replayed in Rita's head and she allowed it to. The soft brush of Bellatrix's lips against hers, it had been over so quickly yet Rita swore if she closed her eyes the taste of Bellatrix still lingered. More than anything, Rita wanted more. She craved the sensation again and nothing seemed to satisfy her urges. Bellatrix was ignoring her; her things had disappeared from the dorm, any classes she had with Rita she sat as far away as possible and she avoided public spaces during free time. Rita wondered what she did and where she went.

It took a while for the pain to set in. Everything had happened so quickly and Bellatrix had slipped through Rita's fingers like dust. One moment she was there, settled on the floor, the next she was gone and Rita was left in a hazy cloud. Rita had lost her best friend and the only love she'd ever had in just one moment.

Bellatrix had lost herself, her friends, her superiority, and whatever Rita was to her. Her free time was spent punishing herself as the priest instructed; he asked her who the girl was so that she could be saved but Bellatrix wouldn't say. It didn't matter, she was certain the information would be forced out of her at some point or another but the longer it was a secret the better.

****

March 22nd, 1966

Rita hadn't realized how much time she spent with Bellatrix until she was gone. At night she found herself sneaking over to Bella's bed expecting her to be there. She turned to the person beside her in class before realizing she didn't know them and her free time was spent lingering around Eliza and some of her other friends. What she also learned was that most people who were nice to her only did so because they were scared of Bellatrix and now that rumors of their fallout had spread Rita faced backlash for articles she had written. Bellatrix's sisters didn't like or trust Rita, and Bellatrix and Alecto were long friends, when it came to sides Alecto chose Bellatrix.

Bellatrix still distanced herself from Alecto, and everyone really, especially her sisters.

It was at lunch when Jupiter flew in and landed before Bellatrix. The poor owl looked exhausted and Bellatrix was so distraught that without a word she scooped the bird into her arms and left. Bellatrix went to the chapel and fed Jupiter while softly stroking her feathers, she untied the letter from her foot and Jupiter flew to Bellatrix's new room presumably to sleep.

Bellatrix took a breath and opened the letter, expecting to hear her mother's screaming voice or her father's disappointed tone. Instead, it was just a few lines.

**
To Miss Bellatrix D. Black,

This is to be kept secret at all costs. We will not have two of our daughters be a disgrace.
You and Andromeda will be dealt with in private.

- C. Black & D.R. Black
**

March 23rd, 1966

Bellatrix sat in the chapel and she realized two things: That the cold walls would never replace Rita's warmth, and that God didn't love her nearly as much.

Bellatrix walked back to her room with her arms wrapped around her body trying to comfort herself, but it was no use. Her love was broken and only Rita had seemed to fix it, at least for a little; maybe it was because the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally from her birth had failed. Love wasn't supposed to hurt or be hard, and it never was with Rita, except when Bellatrix forced it to be because to her if it wasn't painful something was wrong.

Nothing good comes easy, that was the mentality Bellatrix carried like a weight upon her shoulders. The only thing it did was make things harder and it didn't make her stronger, it just wore her down.

Rita sat up in her bed with the curtains drawn. She couldn't sleep.

She wondered if this was how Bellatrix had felt so many times before; exhausted yet unable to fall into the quiet embrace of repose. She had nearly walked over to Bellatrix's bed before remembering that the sheets had been stripped and all of her possessions had disappeared along with her. Rita didn't even know where she was.

The feeling hit her once more that she was gone and tears began to fall. She took gasping breaths as she clawed at her chest which felt like it was being ripped open. She felt like she would throw up and a choking sensation gripped her as she failed to suck in enough air. A pathetic squeak left her lips as the pain felt physical, she wondered if Bellatrix had cast some hex on her to make it hurt so much. Bellatrix had hurt people more, but Rita knew she was capable of love, she had seen it and felt it firsthand.

Maybe she was mean and broken but Rita didn't care, she never had. The only person who cared was Bellatrix. She was her only adversary, no one else could possibly destroy her.

Bellatrix sat at her desk and illuminated a candle with a flick of her wand. The yellow glow was cast onto the brick wall and turned Bellatrix's skin a sick color. She brought out the book her aunt had given her for her birthday and flipped to a new page.

March 23rd, 1966

I feel an emptiness within me. I hate it. More than that I hate myself for it and the one responsible for it.
I regret to admit this but I cannot stay silent because the truth eats at me like nothing before. I can feel
every little thing chipping away at pieces of me. Like a cracked doll no one wants. The kind of thing
that children are scared of and hide away in their closets because it strikes fear into their hearts. Something
else consumes me. Fire.
It seems to melt away the ice that so long coated my heart. Passion and feral care seem to replace the
carefully crafted facade my family and I have worked so hard to maintain. It excites me as much as it scares
me. I'm unsure whether I'm more concerned that my parents will snuff it out or that it will continue to rage
inside me, growing until there is no composure left and I turn to ashes. I just pray no one close to me
burns as well.

*****

March 31st, 1966

After Arithmancy as Bellatrix was packing her things Chloe came up to her. The two hadn't spoken in a year or so and Bellatrix was a little surprised.

"What are you doing after school today?" She asked, Bellatrix paused what she was doing and looked up, her eyes met Chloe's dark green ones.

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, skeptical. Chloe shrugged.

"My friends and I were planning to go for a swim in the lake, I was wondering if you'd want to join."

Bellatrix contemplated the offer for a moment. She didn't have anything else to do since all her work was completed, all that waited for her was an hour alone in the chapel before returning to her room.

"Who will be there?" She asked,

"Just Alarice and Mallory," Chloe answered, Bellatrix nodded. Bulstrode and Greengrass, she had known them a little as a child but at Hogwarts they rarely spoke. Chloe shifted nervously, "You can invite someone if you'd like, we won't mind."

Bellatrix placed her book into her bag and closed it before telling Chloe she'd be there. Chloe smiled and the two walked together until Chloe had to break away because her class was to the left.

Bellatrix entered her potions class and walked over to Alecto, she put her bag down as if nothing had changed and Alecto looked at her for a moment, prodding her to speak but then Slughorn entered and class began.

Bellatrix worked on a veritaserum potion. As expected theirs was perfect and finished first.

"To test your potions," Professor Slughorn said, "one of you will try it while the other poses questions. The potion should wear off in ten minutes."

Alecto turned to Bellatrix, "Will you drink it?" She asked, Bellatrix froze. Alecto would surely ask her why she had moved and where. Bellatrix wasn't sure if she could get around the real truth under the potion. Bellatrix sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded. Alecto poured some potion into a vial and handed it to Bellatrix who tipped the contents into her mouth.

The effect was instant.

"What's your name?" Alecto asked,

"Bellatrix Drulla Black," The answer was forced from her, she had no say in the matter.

"Where did you move in to?"

"A room by the chapel,"

Bellatrix swallowed, bracing herself for the next question, the truth was already on the tip of her tongue but she forced it down. The potion wouldn't allow her to lie, but she might be able to withhold the truth.

"Why?"

Bellatrix caught herself from spilling what had transpired with Rita and chocked down the real answer. "To be closer to God," She said, her voice was strained and Alecto knew it wasn't the full truth.

"Why are you avoiding us?"

"I'm not avoiding you or Eliza," Bellatrix said,

"Then why are you avoiding Rita?"

Bellatrix bit her tongue to stop herself from speaking, she needed a moment to find an answer that was technically true. "We had a fight."

"And why can't you forgive her?" Alecto asked, "You always do,"

"Not this time," Bellatrix said, "My family won't approve."

"I thought they adored her?" Alecto pried.

"Not with the way she's going. They won't like it and I can't risk it with Andromeda frolicking about with mudbloods." Bellatrix said

With that, Bellatrix could feel the potion wearing off and Alecto looked at the hourglass as the last grain fell.

"I thought you were upset with me," Alecto admitted,

"No," Bellatrix said, "Not at all. In fact, you know Chloe right?"

"Parkinson?" Alecto asked, Bellatrix nodded.

"She invited me to hang out with her and her friends at the lake after school. We're going to swim, I want you to come." Bellatrix said. Alecto was the second person Bellatrix would trust with nearly anything. From the start, they had been inseparable and it was only once Bellatrix met Rita that Alecto became less of a priority to her.

Alecto shrugged, "Sure."

****

After school, Bellatrix met with Alecto outside her new room. Beneath her clothes, she wore a black bathing suit and her hair cascaded over her shoulders. The two walked to the Black Lake where Chloe and her friends were waiting.

Chloe smiled as Bellatrix came into view.

"Alecto right?" Chloe asked,

"Yea," Alecto nodded,

"Great, this is Alarice," She motioned to the girl with long wavy honey honey-blonde hair beside her. She wore a white over dress and her eyes were a dark brown. "And this is Mallory," The other girl had tan skin and honey eyes with straight black hair. She wore a golden-orange dress and gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears.

"Nice to see you both again," Bellatrix said,

"You too!" Mallory chirped, she was nicer than she looked and her smile showed her gums slightly. "Chloe said you were coming but frankly I didn't think you were considering you just don't seem like the kind of person to like people."

Bellatrix was a little taken aback by her honesty and Chloe winced. "Sorry, she says whatever she thinks,"

Bellatrix nodded. Alarice stayed quiet, she seemed shy.

****

The girls removed their over-clothes and Mallory jumped into the lake off a bridge that crossed over the middle. The rest of them walked in. The water was cold and Bellatrix got goosebumps but she grit her teeth and kept going. When she couldn't stand she started swimming around, trying to warm up.

The sun was still high which was nice and soon Bellatrix didn't notice the water's temperature. Alecto and Alarice were talking by the bridge while Mallory swam around seeing how deep she could go and picking up rocks and shells from the floor. Chloe's chin-length brown hair looked black wet, and it was slicked behind her ears. Her dark green eyes looked lighter in the sun and her freckles were fully on display.

The girls spent a few hours messing around in the water before it began to get darker and they got out. Bellatrix was freezing now and her hair wasn't helping. She cast a drying spell which made it so much better. The five of them began walking back to the castle.

****

Arpil 3rd, 1966

Bellatrix sat with Chloe and her friends at meals, Alecto joined them. She could feel Rita's eyes on her from across the room but Bellatrix never looked over.

Rita was sitting with Eliza and some of her other friends.

****

April 8th, 1966

By the end of the week, Amycus, Lucius and Rabastian had joined Bellatrix's little table. Narcissa had come the second day. She didn't ask Bellatrix any questions but she stayed stoically beside her sister.

"What's up with Andromeda?" Amycus asked, nodding to where Andromeda sat with her company of friends.

Alecto glared at him and no one spoke, waiting for Bellatrix's answer.

"She's chosen to align herself with Mudbloods. Hardly my fault, though I don't doubt our parents will see that." Bellatrix faked an air of indifference, pretending she wasn't livid with her sister for bringing the family down.

Amycus could sense the tension and let the subject drop. Once upon a time he had enjoyed provoking Bellatrix but something about her had changed. She seemed less stable and he wasn't keen to be on her bad side.

*****

April 9th, 1966

I've found a new group. I can't veritably say I enjoy all of them, but that doesn't
matter. They come from good families, that's all that matters.

The ache doesn't lessen even as I deny it and push it away. Further and further
it doesn't matter as she consumes my every thought, always in the back of
my mind. She seems to have stolen part of me and nothing can get it back.
I can't write her name, writing this is risky enough but maybe part of me
wants to get caught so I can be punished. I already will be, but maybe if it
hurts enough the feelings will go away. I don't want to call it what it is. I can't
say it out loud, I can't tell a soul. I won't even write it but I feel it. I feel it so
strongly, like a feral animal trying to burst from a cadge. My ribs are the cadge
to my heart which beats for her. Maybe writing it will allow me to forget, she
always said it worked for her. It doesn't seem as real as long as I don't say it and
no one else knows.

****

April 15th, 1966

Bellatrix took to the air. Today's match was the last of the season. Slytherin was sure to win the quidditch cup for the 4th year in a row and Bellatrix was determined to ensure that happened. Ravenclaw was good, but their seeker was no match.

Narcissa was back on the pitch. Her blonde ponytail flew behind her as she zipped around the field.

"Malfoy has the quaffle and he passes it to little Black who is going for the goal and.... OH! Great block from Ravenclaw Keeper Hill!"

Narcissa groaned and turned around as the ball was back in Ravenclaw's possession.

****

The game ran for an hour before Bellatrix caught the snitch. Ravenclaw was up ten points but it didn't matter. Cheers erupted from the seats as Bellatrix landed.

There was sure to be a celebration.

Bellatrix returned to her room by the chapel, avoiding the party. She was combing out her hair when a knock sounded on the door. She worried for a moment that it was Rita. Still, she rose and opened the door.

It was part relief and disappointment when she came face to face with Rudolphus.

"May I come in?" He asked, Bellatrix nodded and stepped aside to allow him to enter. He held up straight and he smelled of fags. "I went to find you, Alecto told me where you were. I must say, you have curious living quarters."

Bellatrix shifted "It's just until the end of the year." Rudolphus hummed. He didn't scare her but every interaction made her uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how he saw her, just a year or two ago she was nothing but a nuisance, and now he sought her out at times. The change was confusing but she didn't question him, she wanted to remain all-knowing in his mind.

"Why are you here?" Bellatrix asked,

"You should know I've been accepted and when school ends I'll be working in the department of mysteries. When I graduate the Lestrange manor will be mine." He said, never looking her in the eyes, as if she was below him. It pissed her off.

"Congratulations," Bellatrix said in a bored voice. He turned to her with a glare but Bellatrix didn't shy away.

"I'm telling you this because it pertains to our future." Rudolphus said harshly, "You'd do well to care."

"It's an alliance between families, nothing more." Bellatrix replied,

"You will be my wife." Rudolphus said,

"I will be your wife, not your subordinate, not your slave. I will be a queen to you and respect will be given where it is earned. I am just as powerful if you and I refuse to become a trophy for you!" Bellatrix's voice had risen to a shout now. "If you think for a moment I will allow disrespect from you because I'm younger or a woman you'd be mistaken. I am not you're little pize and you'd do well to remember that I do not exist to be such!"

Rudolphus' expression changed slightly, it softened and Bellatrix almost saw a hint of a smile. "Good night, Bellatrix." He said, and with a bow, he left.

****

April 20th, 1966

I think often about the girl from the astronomy tower. Sybill Trelawney, what a curious
girl. She's very strange and I'd never associate with her openly but I can't help but
wonder what it would be like to know her. I know I can count on her for an escape
even if we've only met once. I've seen her in the halls, she looks at me, not making
any acknowledgement but she holds eye contact which is more than anyone. It's
as if she's urging me to find her again, to let go for a moment. The feeling the roll
provided was calming and for a moment my mind was quiet.

Chapter 62: Fourth year, 1966- If they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard.

Chapter Text

April 25th, 1966

Over a month had passed since Rita spoke to Bellatrix. Every night she cried herself to sleep. There was a hole in her heart but she couldn't find the source.

She spent time with Eliza and working on the school paper. Her name didn't come up for a long time. Until it did.

Rita was walking through the halls, it was after school. She rounded the corner and came face to face with a few Gryffindor girls.

"Look who it is!" One of them exclaimed,

"Do I know you?" Rita asked bored.

"You're acting very brave for someone with a lot of enemies and few friends." She said, Rita's heart quickened, she wished Bellatrix was there. "I guess you're not under Bellatrix's protection anymore... What a shame."

"Piss off," Rita hissed, trying to hide her nervousness.

"You don't remember me, but I remember you. Maybe you recall a little article you wrote, one that landed me in detention for a month because of a rumor I cheated!" The girl's friends were watching the interaction with smiles, Rita figured they were all girls who she'd written about.

"Unfortunately I don't. So get out of my way and I'll forget this." Rita said. The girl brought out her wand and hexed Rita, her tongue began to swell.

"Since you want to tell so many lies." She said, and with another flick Rita's nose elongated. "And since you seem to have such a bad memory," the girl's friends laughed as a rat tail grew from her. Rita screamed but it was muffled by her swollen tongue.

"Let's get out of here," One of the girls said, and with that the three of them ran off leaving Rita alone.

She didn't go to the nurse, she didn't need this on record. And she knew Bellatrix would turn her away. She had gone to Bellatrix's room and stood outside the door before, she never knocked.

Instead she sought out Narcissa.

Rita went to Narcissa's dorm immediately and knocked, she prayed no one other than Cissa was there.

Narcissa answered the door and looked Rita up and down. Her hair fell over her shoulders and she wore a white nightgown. Narcissa's face broke into a suppressed smile as she beheld Rita's new features. As much as Narcissa didn't trust, or particularly like Rita, this was surprising and she was curious to know what had happened. Narcissa stepped aside and Rita walked in.

"You couldn't undo this jinx yourself?" Narcissa asked as she grabbed her wand off the table. Rita couldn't speak because of her tongue. Narcissa muttered a spell and the swelling in her tongue went down.

"They used non-verbal magic, I didn't want to get it wrong, besides they were 5th years." Rita said, Narcissa did away with her nose and tail in a matter of seconds and Rita felt embarrassed that she had needed a second year's help.

"What happened?" Narcissa asked,

Rita was never one to forfeit the opportunity to tell a story, even when it was her own, so she began to recount the sequence of events to Narcissa. When she had finished Narcissa hummed before asking another question.

"Do you think that will happen again?"

Rita hadn't really thought about it. She had never worried about other people's reactions to her actions because no one ever did anything. She never imagined that it was because people were scared of Bellatrix.

"I have to go," Rita said abruptly and before Narcissa could say another word she was out the door.

Rita needed people to fear her, not because she was friends with Bellatrix but because she could ruin their lives. It was time to bring back the secret paper, she would just have to be more careful this time.

Pulling out the quill and parchment, Rita began writing.

****

April 26th, 1966

Narcissa knocked on Bellatrix's door in the evening. She had been going to masses with Bellatrix, Andromeda no longer attended.

Bellatrix opened the door and was surprised to see Narcissa.

"Cissy," Bellatrix greeted she turned around and Narcissa followed her into the dim room. Bellatrix went to her desk and closed a book. Narcissa noted the wooden bed with white sheets, there was a chest at the foot and across the room was an unlit fireplace with a dusty red sofa in front of it. The floor was made of wood while the walls were gray stone. It was a bare room to Narcissa, not many of Bellatrix's possessions were on display and the only hint that someone inhabited the room were the candles on the desk and nightstand and the parchment and quills strewn across the desk.

Bellatrix turned her attention back to Narcissa and her sister saw the ink stains that colored Bellatrix's fingers. Her nails had grown longer and looked almost claw-like.

"Rita came to me the other day," Narcissa said, Bellatrix's face fell and she crossed her arms in a defensive position,

"I don't wish to speak to her or about her and you may tell her that should she decide to bother you again." Bellatrix said sternly,

"Actually she had been hexed, apparently, some Gryffindor fifth years cornered her and were mad about a few articles. It wasn't pretty, they gave her a long nose, a rat tail, and a swollen tongue. I will admit it was quite amusing." Narcissa said,

Bellatrix clenched her hands and color rose to her cheeks. Despite her avoidance of Rita, she didn't hate her and she certainly didn't want harm to come to her. She felt as if it was her fault in part, it wouldn't have happened if she had been there. Instead of admitting this Bellatrix just pretended not to care when in reality she cared a great deal. "She'd had it coming with what she says about people. Seems like some people were fed up."

Narcissa was a little surprised by Bellatrix's apparent lack of interest but didn't push it.

****

April 27th, 1966

Bellatrix wanted to find the girls who had hexed Rita, but she didn't. She couldn't because if Rita found out she'd come to Bellatrix thanking her and such and Bellatrix wasn't sure what she'd do.

She spent all her time with the group that had formed around her in Rita's absence. They studied most of the time, with finals coming up in the next couple weeks. Bellatrix didn't have to help them with anything really. Lucius, Amycus and Rabastian, despite acting like idiots, actually had brains and used them. She'd never tell them but they were getting more bearable each year.

When she wasn't with them she was in the chapel. She had managed to push down her feelings for Rita with distance and a lot of willpower. Still, when she was alone at night, lying in bed, Rita crept into her thoughts, and with her came pain.

Rita was shocked at how well Bellatrix seemed to be doing. People had formed around her nearly instantly and she never seemed to pay Rita any attention. Rita on the other hand spent her time staring at Bellatrix, she sat with Eliza and her friends but never spoke, it was just so she didn't look totally alone. Alecto didn't speak to her anymore and neither did any of Bellatrix's friends.

She wondered what Bellatrix had told them about her to create such a barrier around her that prevented their once-shared friends from even glancing at her.

A couple of people had left mean notes for her, one other had actually hexed her, and Landon and his friends resumed harassing her in the hallways.

She had enough. A new article was written and copied. Tomorrow everyone would learn not to fuck with her. Being an animagus had its perks, especially when it came to spying, and everyone had a dirty little secret.

****

April 28th, 1966

At breakfast, Instead of food appearing, it was the articles. And Rita made sure they couldn't be ignored. Without warning one letter on each table floated up and cleared its throat in synchronisation.

"Attention students!" The distorted voice boomed. "There is a special announcement for you all!"

"Eloise Gordaux has been spotted spending an unusual amount of time with Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Nicolas Flint.
She’s always hanging around the Quidditch pitch, pretending to be interested in the game, she really has no shame. Don't you know he has a girlfriend, one much better than your mudblood filth? Everyone knows she’s just trying to get Flint's attention, no matter the cost.
Even worse, Eloise was recently seen arguing with Idina Burke outside the Gryffindor common room. Idina accused Eloise of “Trying to get with Nicolas,” though Eloise brushed it off with her signature smirk
Eloise has been spotted with three different wizards this term alone—and not all of them are single. It's as if she had no care for her own dignity. I'd watch out, the reputation of easy seems to be fast approaching. It's no achievement to win a boy's mind with a little skin, or in her case a lot.
Other than Flint, Slytherin Geminus Nott, was left humiliated after Eloise “borrowed” his Potions notes only to ditch him for a late-night study session with her new keeper, Flint. My advice? Keep the girl on a leash, she has a tendency to "study" around
But the most scandalous development of all? Eloise’s apparent rendezvous with Gryffindor Amars Braxus, who is famously dating Ava Paige. "She knows he’s taken,” Ava said, “She just doesn’t care. She’s always after the boys who are off-limits—it’s like a game to her.” Homewrecker much?

Her actions seem to have branded her a “slag” who’s more interested in chasing boys than academic or personal integrity. And the boys don't respect her for more than what she does in their study sessions. Whatever that means.
She thinks she’s untouchable, but people are starting to see through her act. It’s only a matter of time before she gets what’s coming to her.

Dishonesty doesn't stop here. Eloise’s reputation for academic excellence should be called into question as I know Eloise used a cleverly disguised Self-Writing Quill during last week’s practical exam. The enchanted quill, designed to replicate her handwriting, reportedly performed the complicated Protego Duo charm perfectly. Her high marks in Professor Flitwick’s Charms class weren’t entirely earned.
“She always brags about being naturally gifted," said a Gryffindor classmate. “But it’s obvious she’s been cutting corners. I don’t know how she hasn’t been caught before.”

It seems her secrets need a little push from the shadows into the light. Watch your back Eloise, and if you're her friend you'd better watch yours."

With a screech, the letters burst into flames and everyone was left with the copies on the table that were soon snatched up for food to appear.

Eloise had tears in her eyes as her friends, who had been with her when she was hexing Rita, tried to comfort her.

Rita didn't feel slightly bad as the headmaster tried to bring everything to order.

Bellatrix knew who had written it. She just smiled, Rita certainly would not be tolerating any disrespect.

****

Throughout the day whispers about the article were all that could be heard. Rita passed by conversations praising the writer and commending them for stooping low enough as to mention blood-status. Eloise was teased relentlessly throughout the day, as Rita passed by she bumped into Eloise. "Slut" She muttered under her breath. With that Eloise ran crying to the nearest bathroom.

****

April 30th, 1966

Rumors and whispers were still spread through the school but less than before. Rita was excited for the next person who dared challenge her. Eloise had left her alone even though they both knew who had done it. The professors, especially Dumbledore suspected, but with no proof, there was nothing they could do.

Still, after dinner, the headmaster rose and cleared his throat. The room went silent waiting for him to speak. a

“Good evening, students. I ask for a moment of your attention to address a matter of great significance that concerns the values we hold dear at Hogwarts.

It has come to my attention that certain individuals, within these walls, have indulged in the spread of gossip, targeting one of our students in a manner that is neither fair nor just. Discrimination against students based on old views and blood superiority will not be tolerated, neither will hateful language.
I am certain you all know the article to which I am referring that has cast a shadow on the reputation of a young witch.
I will not name the student at the center of this storm, for I refuse to give undue weight to unfounded claims. Instead, I wish to speak about the broader implications of such behavior.

First, remember that each of us carries our burdens, struggles, and imperfections. None among us is without fault, and it is the duty of a community, particularly one as magical and extraordinary as ours, to lift one another up. To single out and ridicule another person is not a display of strength but of cowardice.
To those who indulge in such gossip: I ask you to consider the harm your words can cause. A lie whispered in the shadows can grow to a roar that echoes in the minds of its victims. A cruel remark holds the power to wound more deeply than the sharpest blade.
And to those who consume these tales without question: ask yourselves, what purpose does it serve? Does it enlighten, educate, or elevate? Or does it merely feed a base desire for spectacle at the expense of truth and compassion?
To the writer, I offer this: with great skill comes great responsibility. The quill can be mightier than the wand, and the stories we tell can shape lives. To use such a gift for slander and scandal is to squander its true potential.

Let us not be defined by petty rumors or unfounded accusations but by our ability to rise above them. Let us stand together as a united community, stronger for our differences and unwavering in our commitment to fairness.
Thank you.”

Rita scoffed privately at the Headmaster's ridiculous speech, and Bellatrix snickered. They would always share the belief in freedom of the press and the love of revenge.

****

May 3rd, 1966

Rita continued writing in the school's paper as she collected information for her next article. It was better to space them out anyway.

*****

May 10th, 1966

Bellatrix was startled out of her concentration when Mallory let her books drop onto the library table.

"Sorry," Mallory said after seeing Bellatrix jump slightly. Bellatrix just forced a smile. Out of her new friends, Mallory was her least favorite. She reminded Bellatrix of Eliza, except she never spoke about boys. Still, she was too loud and energetic. Bellatrix wondered if the hat had made a mistake putting her in Slytherin.

"What are the ingredients for poly-juice potion?" Chloe asked,

"lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, knotgrass, powdered horn of a Bicorn and shredded skin of a Boomslang." Alarice answered, "And part of whoever you're trying to turn into."

"Correct," Chloe said. She had been quizzing Alarice on potions. They were in the same honors potions class; Bellatrix was in a different one, and Mallory was in regular.

While the five studied, Narcissa was forced to find other occupations. She was hanging out in the commons with her friends.

"I think Polaris fancies you," Alexandra giggled, Christina turned her head to where Polaris sat with his friends. He was on the Quidditch team and reasonably good-looking for a 3rd year.

Polaris gave no indication that he even noticed Cissa and her friends, but Christina turned back to the group blushing. "You think?" she asked. Narcissa rolled her eyes, but no one took notice. After spending so much time with Bellatrix and her friends, it was torturous to be around the girls in her year.

"I'm going for a walk," Narcissa announced to no one in particular.

The castle was sunny away from the dungeons and Narcissa enjoyed the fresh air and open windows as she walked through the castle. Hufflepuffs were outside enjoying the day while most Ravenclaws and a few Slytherins, like her sister, were in the library studying for final exams. Narcissa heard laughter as she walked through the hallway.

Thoughts of her sister Andromeda crept into her mind. Of course, she knew of her sister's... issues, so to speak, but Bellatrix was the only one who knew the details. Narcissa was always kept in the dark, even with the Rita situation, one moment she and Bellatrix were inseparable, the next Bellatrix would tense at the mention of her and Narcissa had no idea why. There must have been some grand argument that they could not even resolve. She wasn't complaining, she never trusted or particularly liked Rita. She made it clear enough but was civil for her sister's sake.

Speak of the devil, as Narcissa rounded a corner she found Rita hanging out with some girls.

Rita's eyes met Narcissa's and for a moment she froze thinking Bellatrix had sent her sister to talk to her. Narcissa turned away almost immediately and the fantasy was shattered. It was worse when she saw Andromeda, she looked so similar to Bellatrix. Her hair was lighter, so were her eyes and they had slightly different features, Andromeda's were softer but at a glance, it was easy to confuse the two.

As Narcissa turned back Rita excused herself from her friends for a moment and chased after her.

"Cissa!" She called, Narcissa stopped and turned to face her.

"Don't call me that." Narcissa said coldly, Rita was surprised but shook it off, she was in no mood to fight.

"I just want to know how Trix is doing," Rita said, Narcissa crossed her arms. All she knew about the situation was that Rita had crossed a line, that was what Bellatrix told people who asked, or she just hexed them and said it was none of their concern.

"Doesn't seem like you feel any remorse, you've found new friends so just leave my sister alone." Narcissa said sternly,

"Is that what she's telling everyone?" Rita asked, a scowl on her face. "That I did something?" Rita bit her lip and looked down, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Unbelievable..." The dots connected for Rita, of why Alecto was ignoring her, and why Eliza was distant, why she had to make all new friends. All because Bellatrix couldn't admit her own actions or feelings; of course everyone believed her and stuck with her. She was Bellatrix Black, and Rita was no one.

Narcissa stood still, "Is that all?" She asked, Rita didn't answer, she just walked back to her friends.

Anger overtook the hurt. Bellatrix was the one who had kissed her, it's not like Rita had done anything wrong or threatened to tell people or rejected her. She hadn't even been given the chance to respond, if she had she would've begged Bellatrix not to go, told her it was ok, that it could be a secret, that she felt the same way. Instead, Bellatrix had been too wrapped up in her own head to let anyone else think. That bitch.

Narcissa continued walking through the halls when she came across a few Gryffindors. One of them was Alice. When she noticed Narcissa she smiled and waved but Narcissa just turned away. Alice let her hand drop as she watched the pretty blonde leave.

One of her friends nudged her, "Drop it, Alice, she's not coming around."

Alice rolled her eyes. "You'll see." She said with a playful smirk. One that Narcissa would grow to love. One that she would eventually lose.

****

Bellatrix walked back from the library alone, the castle was quiet and dark now that the sun had set. She rounded the corner before the entrance and nearly ran into Rita. Surprise flashed across her face as she beheld her... friend? enemies? love? She didn't know what to call her and nothing felt right anymore. Bellatrix was caught off guard and her facade was down.

Rita was livid, steam was practically coming out of her ears and before Bellatrix could say anything or do something Rita was screaming.

"How dare you?!" She shrieked, Bellatrix's eyes widened, surprised by the outburst. "You kissed me and you're telling people I did something wrong!"

"Will you lower your voice?!" Bellatrix whispered harshly, paranoid someone would hear.

"Oh, right I forgot you only care for yourself and your reputation." Rita said, "Did you ever think, Trix, that what you did affects me too?" When she was met with no answer and a blank stare she scoffed, "Of course not."

"It was a mistake." Bellatrix hissed,

"I never thought I'd see the day where little miss perfect Bellatrix admitted to making a mistake." Rita yelled, "What's next? Are you going to admit your whole family is fucked up?"

"Don't." Bellatrix shouted making Rita flinch, "Don't you fucking dare Skeeter."

"It's their fault you're screwed, you get that right?" Rita said, Bellatrix grabbed her wand and Rita's eyes followed her hand, "We both know you won't hex me-"

"Piquer!" Bellatrix let loose a stinging hex that hit Rita's arm and caused a bright red line to appear instantly. Rita yelped and clutched her arm, looking at Bellatrix in disbelief. Tears welled in her eyes, partly from the physical pain, but partly because Bellatrix had never hexed her. Bellatrix's face remained cold and unfeeling.

"You really are just a bully." Rita whispered, "I'm glad we aren't friends, I could never love someone like you. I don't see how anyone could."

Bellatrix's gaze faltered and before she could respond Rita had entered the common room leaving Bellatrix to walk back to her room by the chapel.

Rita lay in her bed, silent tears streaming down her face as she clutched her pillow as if it were Bellatrix. The red welt had faded to pink and Rita knew Bellatrix had held back on the spell. What hurt most was that she still loved Bellatrix, she probably always would no matter the consequences.

Bellatrix was in a similar position with her hand clasped around the cold silver bird skull Rita had given her. She wore it beneath her clothes now, hidden.

****

May 13th, 1966

*Dear Regulus,

I'm excited to see you soon. Only two more weeks. I'm sure you're aware of the ball planned for Narcissa and Andromeda.
You'll be glad to know that no one outside our family will attend. I'm sorry for neglecting to write but everything has been
chaotic with exams and other personal affairs. Try not to grow up, cling to your mother, and learn all you can. I hope Sirius
is behaving, I regret to inform you Andromeda has not and I only confide this to you so you may keep your distance upon
our return home.
May God be with us all.

Yours, Bellatrix D. Black.*

Bellatrix sent the owl immediately before crawling into her bed. She fell asleep clutching her necklace again. It was becoming a habit.

Chapter 63: Fourth year, 1966- You hurt me any way but softly

Chapter Text

May 25th, 1966

Bellatrix waited outside the transfiguration classroom waiting to be called in for her exam. Some other students were nervous but Bellatrix wasn't, she was perfect as always.

Earlier that week she had put in the request to drop Field studies and it was approved. It was her only class with Rita.

****

The exam was easy and the only one left was the written history of magic. It was simple enough, all about goblin wars and the Middle Ages of the wizarding world. She was excited to return home for the first time even though she knew the threat that awaited her. She missed her bed and knowing where she stood with people.

Rita was proof that no good can come of opening up or letting people in. Those closest to you are the only ones capable of hurting you.

****

May 31st, 1966

Bellatrix was packing her possessions in preparation for her return home the next day. Her wand did most of the work.

A knock on the door sounded and Bellatrix paused what she was doing to answer it. Rudolphus stood outside.

"I won't be here long and I'll see you at the ball but I wanted to give you this." He said, extending a hand with the Slytherin quidditch captain pin. "Normally the school would send it to you but I wanted to deliver it myself."

Bellatrix took the pin from his hand and thanked him. Without another word, he nodded and left. Bellatrix placed the pin carefully inside her handbag and continued packing.

****

June 1st, 1966

Bellatrix sat with Narcissa in a two-person compartment. Chloe had invited them to sit with the larger group but Bellatrix had declined. She wanted peace and quiet contemplation.

"What troubles you?" Narcissa asked, she had noticed the crease in Bellatrix's stoic gaze. "And don't bother lying or denying that something is wrong because I won't stop prying."

Bellatrix grinned slightly, "You're so much like-" She cut herself off, the smile disappearing from her face as she realized that Rita was no longer in her life. "never mind." She said, stern again.

Narcisa waited patiently while Bellatrix battered her feelings down.

"I'm worried about what our parents will do." Bellatrix said, "I wrote to them and told them about Andromeda's... friends." Narcissa's calm expression turned to alarm. Bellatrix noticed this immediately.

"You knew!" She exclaimed, "And you didn't tell me?"

Narcissa fumbled for words. "I thought you would figure it out! It's not like she's discreet."

Bellatrix's anger faded, there was no time to be angry at Narcissa when all she needed to focus on at the moment was protecting Narcissa from the inevitable and unavoidable anger of their family. "Doesn't matter," Bellatrix said, Narcissa relaxed, "We're dead anyway." The truth was, Bellatrix had known. How could she not? But it wasn't screaming at her with flashing lights before and she decided it was better for everyone to ignore it. Her parents would not share that sentiment.

"Is that all on your mind?" Narcissa asked,

"No," Bellatrix admitted, "But I cannot tell you everything. It's best if when mother and father search your thoughts they find less,"

"I don't care about me." Narcissa said softly, "They punish you and Andy more if they don't punish me."

Bellatrix looked at her sister who she thought had grown colder and harder over school, but she saw the little girl Narcissa used to be and knew that nothing had really changed. And that was why she needed to be protected, for as long as possible.

Bellatrix smiled for what seemed like the first time in years. A real smile, not just one of the forced ones. "You shouldn't worry about me," She said, "I'll take care of you."

"But will you take care of yourself?" Narcissa asked, and Bellatrix faltered because the only way to take care of her sisters was to throw herself into the fire and hope for the best.

"I will." She lied, and they both knew it wasn't true, but they both knew there was nothing else to be said or done.

****

The train pulled into the station and Bellatrix walked out with Narcissa. The cold eyes of their mother waited for them.

"Where is Andromeda?" She asked, her tone sent chills through Bellatrix.

"On the train mother," Bellatrix said, "She refused to sit with us." It was a cowardly move, Bellatrix knew that if she had insisted Andromeda would've sat with them, but maybe distance was the best way to prove to her parents that there was nothing Bellatrix could've done.

Their mother scowled as Andromeda exited the train with her mudblood friends and Bellatrix wrinkled her nose at the sight. No matter how much she loved Andromeda despite her faults, her hatred of mudbloods ran deep. Bellatrix could see the veins in Druella's forehead popping out as she watched her daughter hug her friends goodbye before walking over to them as if nothing had happened. She was trying her hardest not to cause a scene.

The moment Andromeda was in reach Druella grabbed them all and they dissaparated back to their house.

Cygnus was waiting by the door and without a word the two took Andromeda to the study, leaving Narcissa and Bellatrix on the threshold. Maybe their sins were less great.

Horrendum greeted them and Bellatrix swore she could see relief in the elf's eyes that they were home. With a low bow, the elf led them to the drawing room where they were fed and instructed to wait.

*****

“How was school?” Rita’s mum asked as the two got into the car. She had a large smile as always.

“Fine,” Rita replied, not giving much more. She didn’t want to talk about Bellatrix or school. It just brought up bad memories. Her mum pursed her lips but didn’t pry any further.

****

An hour later, Horrendum came into the drawing room and told Narcissa she was expected in the study.

Narcissa looked at Bellatrix with fear in her eyes.

"Why Cissa?" she asked, "What did she do?" The elf bowed again and told them she did not know and did not ask. Narcissa hugged Bellatrix; Bellatrix didn't hug her back, but she didn't push her away either. Then the elf and Cissa were gone.

The house was silent to Bellatrix which she didn't like because it meant she didn't know what was happening.

It was dark by the time Horrendum came back, and both her sisters were still gone. Bellatrix stood up when she heard the crack of apparition but her sisters weren't with the elf. Bellatrix kept her head up as she and the elf walked to her father's study. As they got closer there was still no sound and even when she was before the door she heard nothing.

Horrendum knocked, and the door swung open. Inside, her father sat at his desk while her mother stood stiffly in the corner. Her blonde hair was startling in contrast to the dark room. Andromeda wasn't in sight, while Narcissa was facing their father.

"Come in and close the door," Cygnus ordered, and Bellatrix did so immediately. She walked to where Narcissa stood. She stared forward, but Bellatrix could see that she was holding back tears.

The fire did nothing to warm the room and Bellatrix felt goosebumps on her neck and arms.

"Would you like to know where Andromeda is?" Her father asked, his hands were folded on the desk as he stared into Bellatrix's eyes. She looked so much like his sister, with her deep-set black eyes thick black eyebrows over them, and angular features on pale skin that was framed by curly black hair. The defiant look on her face and all her strength just waiting to be turned to hate. In this light Cygnus saw Walburga at 14, taking a curse for him.

"Where is she?" Bellatrix asked tentatively. Her father smiled and slid a paper over the desk. Bellatrix looked at it before returning his gaze. "Go on, pick it up." He said. Bellatrix slowly reached out a hand all while keeping her father's eye. It was like watching a snake about to strike from the trap they set. Bellatrix picked up the paper and brought it to her face before breaking her father's gaze.

* Sun Behavioral facility for young women straying*

Bellatrix looked back at her father not even knowing what to say. He had institutionalized her. "You-" She fumbled for words for a moment before shutting her mouth.

Her father took his glasses off and placed them on the table. He stood up and walked over to her, she tensed, waiting for a curse but instead, he laid a hand on her shoulder and said, "It needed to be done Bellatrix. There was no other choice."

"When will she be back?" Bellatrix asked. Cygnus licked his lips,

"That depends." He said, "Unfortunately until she earns the privilege she cannot speak to you two or us but if she really loves you she will try to earn it."

"When did you-" Bellatrix began,

Her father cut in, "When we got your letter we made arrangements. Narcissa has been updating us on both of you because I sensed that you weren't trustworthy anymore." He walked back around to the other side of his desk. "I'm afraid, unfortunately, I was correct."

"I'm sorry Father, but I've been doing everything right and-" Bellatrix started but then the pain hit her and she fell to the ground, her words becoming whimpers. When the feeling subsided she was dizzy and her throat hurt like she had been screaming.

She caught the last part of what her mother had said, "... when spoken to." Bellatrix felt as if much time had passed but none of it was in her memory.

****

Narcissa went to bed that night crying. As she was forced the watch the entirety of the evening in her mind.

She entered the room and Andromeda was sitting up in the chair but she was slumped over.

"Come here," Her father ordered. Narcissa approached and stood beside her sister, trying not to shake. Her father looked at Narcissa. "What is the boy's name?" he asked.

"Go to hell." Andromeda gritted out, their mother raised her wand to fire a curse but their father held up a hand to stop her. It was smart having her cast the spells, it made the girls hate her more when really Druella was just as much a slave as they were.

"His name, Narcissa," Her father said more sternly and Narcissa faltered wondering whether to tell them or not.

"Leave her out of this." Andromeda said, "You could just look through my thoughts but instead you prefer to torture us, you bastards!" and her sentence was stopped by a scream as their mother's curse hit her.

"TED!" Narcissa screamed over Andromeda, and their mother stopped the curse. "His name is Ted Tonks! He's a Hufflepuff!" Tears were falling from Narcissa's eyes now.

"Filth!" Their mother screamed, "How dare you associate yourself with mudbloods!"

"I love him!" Andromeda shouted over them. Her eyes were red and her hair was messy, she looked wild.

"You don't know the first thing about love." Their father scolded,

"And you do?!" Andromeda shouted, "You know nothing of love because you've never felt it! You and mother despise each other and she struggles under your thumb and all your children fear and deteste you! That's not love father!" Tears were falling again and Cygnus was too shocked to reply. Andromeda's breaths came in short puffs as she calmed down and the red fell from her cheeks to her neck.

"We're sending you away." Their father said,

"What?" Andromeda's head snapped up,

"I don't know for how long, they are coming to take you now." He said coldly.

"NO!" Andromeda shouted, she stood up from the chair quickly as if she were going to leave but her father's curse hit her in the back and she fell.

"I don't want to have to make this more difficult Andromeda," Their father chided, that's when four wizards came in and grabbed her off the floor. Andromeda began kicking and screaming but the men held her tightly. She tried to reach her wand but couldn't, she was only 13 and no match for the men. She was dragged out of the room as Narcissa watched, helpless while her sister screamed for her to do something.

The door shut behind them and Andromeda's yells were inaudible to Narcissa who looked back at her parents in horror though she was paralyzed.

"Now," Her father said calmly as if nothing had happened. "Tell us about Bellatrix."

"What do you want to know?" Narcissa asked quietly, forcing tears back.

****

Andromeda lay quietly in her cold room. She was still wearing her clothes from the morning. She was being kept here overnight and in the morning they were transferring her to the actual facility.

*****

June 2nd, 1966

Andromeda was woken up at the crack of dawn, dragged out of bed, and then was apparated to the facility. It was a large white building. The staff took her immediately and she was taken to a bathroom where she was showered and changed into paper clothes. It was still dark outside and no one else in the compound seemed to be awake.

Everything was a fog and before she knew it she was sent into a large room with tables where girls were eating some breakfast.

She sat alone.

****

Andromeda joined everyone for dinner at 8:30. The food was stale and the rules were strict. She had already received two demerits for things she hadn't even been told were against the rules. 3 demerits meant a punishment.

No one talked to her.

*****

June 3rd, 1966

Andromeda's 'therapy' was an asylum.

She hadn't had time to speak with the other girls because talking was not a privilege she had earned yet.

Her schedule was strict, at 5 they woke and ate at 5:30. Breakfast was followed by some new form of torture, usually being forced to watch some horrible documentary and then being talked at by a psychiatrist. Then lunch at noon and a round of some physical abuse as 'treatment' Andromeda's was shock therapy, and dinner at 8 followed by reflection time and lights out at 9:30.

The food was little and inedible.

She was sitting alone during reflection time. There was a girl a few feet away who looked to be sweating and shaking her legs, Andromeda scowled at the sight wanting to ask the girl what was wrong.

It was a few minutes later that the girl slowly stood and walked over to where an orderly was reading. Andromeda was out of ear-shot for the moment but based on the girl's body-language, it was clear she needed to use the restroom and was asking the woman. Andromeda wondered why she looked so scared and her wonders were quickly answered when the woman's shriek pierced the quiet. Her hand rose and fell on the poor girl's face and everyone's eyes were directed toward the interaction, Andromeda was too stunned to do anything and she watched as the girl began to cry. Two men then entered the room --along with a stern-looking woman who Andromeda hoped never to have the displeasure of knowing-- and grabbed the girl by her arms effectively restraining her as she began to wail and plead louder than before.

Startled out of her shock, Andromeda stood and walked over to intervene. She had almost caught the woman's attention when she was toppled to the ground. Andromeda was stunned and moved to get away from the grip that held her when a hand came over her mouth.

"Shut up and sit down, pretend nothing happened, don't make a scene." A girl's voice whispered in her ear, and then she promptly retracted from Andromeda. While she wanted to scream at the girl and ask her what she was doing the girl's warning had stuck and Andromeda knew it would be foolish to do such a thing. Before she could whisper to the girl a question, the other girl was dragged out of the room and when Andromeda's attention returned to the former, she was across the room looking down as if nothing had happened.

As Andromeda looked around she realized everyone was looking down and immediately she followed suit, turning her gaze to the wooden floor.

Chapter 64: Summer, 1966- stars burn to ash

Chapter Text

June 4th, 1966

Bellatrix had been shut in her room since her father had finished punishing her, and then had her punish Cissa while they cast some other charm on her that made her feel elated every time she did.

When it was over, Narcissa was sobbing in her room, broken more than anything. Bella's curses had been weakened for her so she wasn't physically in that much pain but seeing her sister have a gleam of joy as she cursed her was nearly too much.

Still, she was forced to pretend not to care and play her parents' perfect doll for guests, a role that usually had fallen to Bellatrix as the oldest. Narcissa, --to her parents' delight-- was doing a much better job with the role.

"So, how is school?" Mrs. Rosier asked Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled sweetly and answered that she was finding it very well and that there were so many agreeable witches and wizards to associate with. She didn't offer her opinion when it was unwanted and never spoke unless spoken to and she had a delicate proper air about her that was charming.

When the Rosiers were leaving, Mrs. Rosier complemented Druella on Narcissa's improvement and she was pronounced a delightful and agreeable girl

Once upon a time, Bellatrix was their golden child, the most obedient yet still noble. Andromeda was their scapegoat, and Narcissa was an afterthought, only acclaimed for her beauty and worth in marriage. Bellatrix was given the most responsibility and instruction which she followed to an art. Her schoolmates thought she was rigid and cold, but it was nothing to how she was at home. Andromeda was hidden and punished, and Narcissa was quiet and noticed. Among their peers, Bellatrix was the favorite, Andromeda was excluded, and Narcissa went unnoticed. Among their relations, Bellatrix was thought to be smart and proper, worthy of being a great heir, should it happen that there are no sons --which seemed to be the reality as Walburga and Orion failed to even produce a child--. Andromeda was a disappointment to the family, loud and improper, and Narcissa was a pretty thing of no great talents.

This of course was not true, though it was treated as such, and Narcissa was a girl of many talents. Her favorite was drawing; she rarely showed anyone her art, Bellatrix was the sole viewer of her works and she was stern, even when trying to be nice and encouraging. Something had turned that part off in her but Narcissa didn't mind because she knew Bella was trying.

Her pictures were good, great even but what was remarkable were her ideas that were best expressed in pictures. Ballerinas in beautiful colors with dull expressions and tears as they danced a difficult program. Three women, one who loomed tall over the others, one who turned away, and the other who stood behind the tall one. Most of her paintings were of groups of three, birds, trees, flowers, girls...
Bellatrix never made sense of the paintings but she admired the skill shown.
Her parents did not care about her talent, it was worthless to them and she often heard how much better it would be if she advanced in magic and strength like Bellatrix who was amply named, her name meaning warrior.

Her name came to own it's two meanings. Warrior for the Latin, and the third brightest for the stars.

When Sirius and Regulus were born that was all she was. The third brightest. Maybe the first to rise in the east, but still the third. Even with Sirius' abundant faults that only grew with him, she was still behind. Most of her rage and jealousy was aimed at Sirius and Walburga had no problem pushing Regulus to Bellatrix instead of Sirius who was argumentative and stubborn.

Hatred was sewn into the seams of the family. Rivalry was bread.

Andromeda would hate Bellatrix for her cruelty and would be hated by Narcissa for her abandonment, Narcissa would be hated by Bellatrix for her weakness. Bellatrix and Sirius would hate everyone but hated each other the most, they'd destroy each other for years. And Regulus would hate himself.

The fire that was thought to be strength was hate and that fire was fed by jealousy, pain, and distrust.

And, it would consume them.

******

June 5th, 1966

Bellatrix was locked in her room like a prisoner. Food appeared twice a day along with water. Her books and wand were gone.

Maybe her parents figured she was immune to pain at this point. This was a new torture.

She had no clue how Cissa was.

****

Rita's mum sat across from her as they ate breakfast. Rita's downcast mood and expression had worried her mum.

Finally, she resolved to speak. "Did exams pass well?"

Rita looked up and noted her mum's concerned expression. Her father was away for the morning so it was just the two of them. "Yes, I expect I did well." She said,

"Have you written to any of your friends yet? I'd be happy to have guests over if it would please you, " her mother said, trying to understand the reason for her daughter's mood.

At this, Rita stopped as the tear that she had been trying -and failing- to mend opened even wider. Rita felt as if her very heart would pour out from her chest as her mother alluded to the same subject that caused her such heartache. Her mother immediately felt the shift of mood and sensing her daughter was bordering on tears frantically tried to change the subject.

Rita had fancied herself strong and brave for the unaffected air she donned amid a most formidable betrayal from Bellatrix. She prided herself on the fact that she was okay despite the hole in her heart, and comforted her tears in pretending it was merely a bad dream. But these tricks didn't work so well with the knowledge that Bellatrix's family would surely influence her negatively and that the friendship may be lost forever.

****

June 7th, 1966

Rita wished that she was able to turn to her animagus form more often, but she had too many responsibilities at home and there was rarely any time when her mother didn't call on her for one thing or another.

Rita was kept busy in this manner and it made her wish nearly impossible. When she had first succeeded in becoming an animagus, she was often too scared to shift because in her research on the subject she had read many tales of tragedy where one poor witch or wizard was never able to turn back from their animal form.

When she grew used to the sensation, she only used it to hear bits of gossip without notice because being a bug had few real uses other than spying. Still, she longed to be carefree once more and for a while forget the troubles she faced.

****

Bellatrix was sitting, staring out her window when she was startled out of her silence by a crack. She turned to find their house elf bowed low to the ground.

In a quiet tone, the elf began, "Sorry miss, but the master and mistress said that I wasn't to talk to you or let you out. Now they've sent me to fetch you because your punishment is up and they wish to speak with you miss. I couldn't in good conscience come to you without a proper apology."

Bellatrix smiled at the elf, who was still stooped low enough that her nose was touching the floor, and beckoned her to rise. Horrendum did so with reservation and was rather worried that Miss Black would be upset; these anxieties were cleared the moment Bellatrix rose and told her that she needn't worry because the punishment was deserved and that Horrendum held no blame in the matter.

In a short while, Bellatrix was led from her room to her father's study.

"Bellatrix," Her father said, he was much more composed than the last time she had seen him.

"Father," Bellatrix replied, she gave a small curtsey and waited.

"I trust your week of solitude has cleared your thoughts?" He asked,

"Yes father," Bellatrix replied. There was a coldness to her manner and tone that hadn't been there before, something detached about the way she spoke. Her eyes were fixed on her father but there was a vacancy in them.

She had broken. There was no large mess, all the parts were concealed like pieces of a shattered plate a guilty child tried to sweep beneath a rug. But she was broken and bless whoever tried to fix it because her sharp edges wouldn't allow such a thing. Help seemed like a forbidden word.

Cygnus hummed and surveyed his eldest with a look that would make a lesser man tremble. Bellatrix held her ground. How unfortunate it was that she was born a daughter and not a son. She would've been the prize, but that was not the path the fates had laid for her. "This..." He paused, searching for the correct words, "indiscretion, must be forgotten and hidden. I was too harsh to imply that you were incorrigible when clearly your faults have been remedied." He waited for Bellatrix to reply and when she didn't he continued, "With your sister away, there will be questions and your role is to clear them."

"Yes Father," Bellatrix said,

"You can begin tomorrow night when the ball is hosted." He said, and with a curtsey, Bellatrix left.

****

Andromeda learned the name of the girl, Serena. She was older, nearly 17; her parents were from some German purebloods. Her hair fell slightly past her shoulders in loose waves and was a dirty blonde, not at all like Narcissa's near-white locks, and she had muddy gray eyes that were small. Her nose was Roman and decidedly fine while her lips were thin but suited her face well.

After a week at sun, Andromeda gained privileges and was allowed to speak with the other girls. She was trying very hard to improve, not because she felt wrong in her ways but because she wanted out. This change in behavior was thanks to Serena who gave her advice on the correct way to act for release.

Even when behaving like a perfect angel, the institution still punished Andromeda with shocks to "correct her attitude". Unfortunately, her good behavior only served to add to her therapy session as they were proclaimed to be "working excellently."

"Why are you here?" Andromeda finally asked Serena as they sat together at breakfast.

Serena looked up from her food and her eyes met Andy's. "I was trouble," She said simply, the answer didn't satisfy Andromeda but she decided not to prod further for the time.

*****

June 8th, 1966

Bellatrix didn't think of complaining as the tall stiff feathers of her collar irritated her neck. The long dress she wore was hot and heavy, especially in summer and it was a mercy everything was indoors because she would surely be drenched in sweat. Her hair was done and each curl fell perfectly down her back while a diamond clip adorned her hair and was a pretty contrast to her raven locks.

Her large diamond earrings were sure to cost a fortune but Bellatrix couldn't understand why anyone would want to wear them as they continued to entangle themself in her hair. She was certain the gems were doing it to spite her, just as the heavy necklace did.

Hidden to everyone, the small comfort Bellatrix held was in the cool silver that was fastened to the strap of her undergarments and reminded her of someone she didn't dare think of under her parent's roof.

Within minutes the ballroom was filled with promising young pureblood wizards and acquaintances Bellatrix pretended to care for. Narcissa was pretty as ever, her golden hair had a gentle curl and a slight rouge was added to her cheeks and lips. She looked much older than she was and Bellatrix was nauseated to hear such remarks.

Rudolphus stood beside Bellatrix wordlessly from the moment he arrived. In everyone's mind, they were wed already. Bellatrix watched as suitors p
ractically tripped over themselves for a dance and while she was proud of her sister's beauty, Bellatrix knew that was only half the reason the young men flocked around her. Vultures.

"Where is your sister?" Rudolphus asked,

"France," Bellatrix replied, the lie was secured that Andromeda was in France with some relations for the summer and possibly the school year.

Rudolphus accepted this to be true without question, he had other things on his mind.

Bellatrix looked different somehow. It wasn't really physical and Rudolphus searched in vain for the change that had come upon her. He had no time to sort out how he felt about the change, then again they were in society and Bellatrix was wearing a dress that looked miserable and that not even years of training could help her conceal the grimace firmly plastered on her face that betrayed her want to rip off the thing and be done with it.

Rudolphus held out his hand in invitation to Bellatrix for the waltz and Bellatrix accepted because it was a good example and she had no choice. The last thing she wished to do was dance in the bloody dress she had been trying too hard to ignore.

Narcissa saw from the corner of her eye as her sister and Rudolphus took the floor. With a bow, the dance commenced and Narcissa faced Lucius. They knew each other fairly well, he was one of Bellatrix's friends and though he never paid her attention when they were younger, he had been more respectful this past year.

"You look lovely." He said, Narcissa smiled lightly and thanked him. Her hair was half-up with strands braided to pull the hair away from her face, pearls, not diamonds like her sister, adorned her neck and her dress was a light pink silk gown fit for a fairy-tale princess. Her appearance couldn't further contrast that of her sister's if one was green and the other red.

Lucius's gaze followed his partner's and landed on Bellatrix, who was dancing stiffly. Though she never faltered or blundered in step, her movements lacked the natural grace young ladies prized. "She looks well," Lucius commented, to say she was stiff and scary would be slighting her, though it was entirely true.

Narcissa did not agree, or if she did she didn't say so. Her mind was occupied and Lucius grew frustrated as each attempt at conversation went unreciprocated.

When the dance was over, Lucius left Narcissa to her next partner.

The evening went well enough and after two dances Bellatrix sat down with Rudolphus. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that she didn't need to flirt and dance around with unworthy men to make a decision. Narcissa didn't go one dance without a partner, it was all for her anyhow and she wished Andromeda were present to relieve some of the burden and rescue her from the constant attention.

By the end of the night Bellatrix's patience had worn away and when she noticed Orion staring at her she barred her teeth and turned away swiftly. Rudolphus observed her, while she didn't notice it he took great interest in her and found himself growing fonder of the impotent girl with her blazing ways.

Narcissa's patience remained firm and her parents were exceedingly pleased with her behavior. Lucius observed her carefully, it would be a powerful alliance, one that would benefit both families, and among the girls, Narcissa was the prettiest in his opinion, she was also the most agreeable and with time, the fire that burned in her would lessen and she'd make a perfect, placid, obedient little wife. And so it was, that her fate was sealed the way it is for so many women.

Chapter 65: Summer, 1966- D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

June 15th, 1966

A week had passed since the ball, and Bellatrix figured she was behaving well enough considering she was still walking around. Sirius and Regulus were to come over and Bellatrix was excited to see Aunt Walburga.

Her mother regarded her coldly and scoffed at any mistake or flaw Bellatrix made. Somehow, she preferred unforgivables.

Narcissa was under twice as much scrutiny. Since the ball, she had been to 7 teas, another ball, and 3 dinners. All for various suitors so she had to look and act her best, soft and serene was the angle they were going for. It worked perfectly. Narcissa was a doll, (or a pushover if you ask Bellatrix) she smiled and spoke softly and with grace. Her every move was done with grace. It was a stark contrast to the stiffness Bellatrix had suffered when she was the one performing, she never could relax.

Bellatrix had been dragged to each, along with Rudolphus who was stiff and hardly polite to half the people at the events. Bellatrix got off with being just as quiet as she wanted to be because when her mother began to scold her, Rudolphus stopped her with a hand. She looked as if she swallowed something sour and she shut her mouth.

Bellatrix had dark eye makeup on with a dark lip, she felt like she was playing dress-up. It wasn't nearly as fun anymore and she wanted nothing more than to scratch her face but couldn't. She avoided herself in the mirror because the sight was startling and scary. She wasn't married, yet, so her hair remained down with the front park pinned up.

Despite the discomfort, Bellatrix didn't envy her sister. She almost felt guilty for not protecting her, but really there was nothing she could do; and besides, the relief outweighed anything else. Slowly, she had gained more freedom, and now she was nearly out. Three more years.

'Three more years, then I'm out.' she had said to herself, it was her only comfort sometimes. Mentally, she had a room, and the walls were covered in marks, counting down the days until she was safe. Three more years didn't seem that long.

Like a knight coming to save a princess, Bellatrix was saved from falling into a pit of sorrow at the arrival of her cousins and aunt. She followed eagerly to the door to show them in and as she opened the door her heart sank as she entered the shadow of Orion. Her entire body tensed and she forced herself to stay still and not run as Orion greeted her. She was still scared of him. She vowed that one day she wouldn't be.

*

Dinner was full of Orion and Cygnus talking about politics and work.

Sirius was slumping in his chair and Bellatrix knew that if she had done that she would've been cursed.

"Sit up straight." She hissed, low enough to not interrupt Orion and Cygnus' conversation.

Sirius stuck out his tongue at her, and that was the straw. Such insolence, such disrespect, disregard, shame- she shot a stinging curse at him and he yelped loud enough to silence the men. Bellatrix's eyes went wide. She hadn't meant to- she didn't want to-

"Sirius!" Walburga scolded, "What have I told you-"

"Bellatrix cursed me!" Sirius protested, and Orion's gaze fell on her, she paled and her heart rate quickened.

Walburga began to chide him again but Orion's loud voice silenced her. "Do not!" He shouted, "Yell at my son." the last word was nearly a hiss. Walburga paled and she withdrew with a bow of the head. Bellatrix stood dumbfounded as Walburga cowered and apologized.

"Sirius was behaving improperly," Bellatrix said calmly, she was anything but and she attempted to keep her voice from wobbling. Only Cygnus found it mildly amusing.

"Was he?" Orion asked, his voice was low, and Bellatrix stood her ground.

"He was slouched, I told him to sit up and he stuck his tongue out at me." She took a breath, it was getting easier.

"And you saw yourself fit to discipline my son, the heir?" Orion demanded and Bellatrix hardened, gaining confidence.

"I wouldn't need to if he were being taught properly." Bellatrix returned. Everyone stopped and stared. Narcissa kept her eyes down, Regulus did the same, both wanted to disappear and no matter how much they loved Bellatrix they feared Orion more. Sirius looked between Bellatrix and Orion, torn on how to feel. On one hand, Bellatrix had cursed him but on the other, she stood up to Orion. Druella's eyes were firmly fixed on Bellatrix, screaming at her telepathically as if she would hear it, her mind was blocked off. Walburga and Cygnus' expressions were unreadable.

The silence stretched and with a meaningful look at his sister, which Walburga immediately returned, Cygnus cleared his throat. "Bellatrix, know your place." He scolded, "Cygnus, there is truth to her words. The boy is rebellious."

Walburga let out a breath.

"She has no right-" Orion began, but Cygnus interrupted her once more,

"She is nearly an adult." He said, "Who do you count on to keep them all in line at school Orion? They must listen to her." And it was said with such authority that Orion turned red but held his tongue. After all, Cygnus was the head of the family.

****

"Do you think the treatment so far has helped you?" The doctor asked. Andromeda didn't reply. The room was cold, it was always cold everywhere here, and her clothes were paper so they didn't help much. Her knees were up to her chest, and she looked much younger than 13. Bags lived beneath her eyes and she was forced to take so many potions it felt like she was walking dead. She couldn't think.

"Andromeda?" The doctor prompted, Andromeda's eyes were fixed on the white tile wall of the room. She shifted her eyes to the doctor in a quick jerk.

"What was the question?" She asked, nothing he said had registered for her. The doctor took his small spectacles off his nose and sighed. He was an older wizard, maybe in his 70s? His baldness made him seem older and he had a gray mustache that looked like the baleen of a humpback whale. He was small and had a square face with a slightly hooked nose and kind blue eyes. His wrinkly old hands were folded on the desk.

"I wondered if you think the treatment has been helping you?" He repeated slowly, Andromeda swallowed, her mouth was always dry now, probably a side effect of some medicine or another. Out of everyone in this facility, the old doctor was the only kind one.

Andromeda nodded a little, it wasn't, not really, she was just drugged out all the time and tired and weak. Still, maybe if she just lied they would let her go home. For the first time ever, she wished she could go home.

The doctor sighed and looked through her chart. "You've only been here... two weeks, yet you seem to be cured of all the traits you were admitted for." He said as he skimmed through the papers and notes from counselors.

"Am I close to going home?" Andromeda asked hopefully. It was the first time she referred to that house as a home.

The doctor grimaced and Andromeda's hopes sunk at once. "Unfortunately, you were admitted for a minimum stay through June, July, and August. After that, it isn't up to me whether you're deemed fit to release." He said.

She wanted to cry but couldn't. Something she was on turned everything off.

The doctor spoke with her longer but she didn't hear any of it and when she was escorted back to her room and locked in she laid down and curled up. Her face was bone dry as her soul wept.

*****

June 16th, 1966

Bellatrix had figured the dinner was forgotten and her parents seemed to be on her side. Serves them well, her side was the correct one. The win made her feel less scared and for a time, she felt invulnerable.

She was walking back from the family's library to her room when a strong hand pressed into her arm. Before she could react she was slammed against the wall and Orion stood in front of her threateningly.

"I know what you did." He hissed, Bellatrix was so conflicted that she didn't reply and before she could, Orion disappeared and she was left wondering what he meant. Whatever, it was too late now, she was almost out and perfect. Well, almost perfect except for one thing.

Rita.

It was the middle of June, and Bellatrix couldn't go outside without spotting Junebugs. She wondered if any of them were Rita and when the name crossed her mind, she was thankful her occlumency was perfect, she didn't need anyone knowing who it was and she had been able to keep Rita out of it for the entire time. I guess her parents didn't care who, the fact that it was a girl was enough information.

She was surprised that her parents had let her off so easily. When she wrote to them she was certain that she might as well dig her own grave, but it had only been a week since her punishment ended and everything was normal, actually, it was better. It was all weird and Bellatrix felt as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Now that she thought about it, she wondered why she had told them at all. No one had needed to know, and it would've been better for her. Scratch that, there was no way she would've been able to correct herself without the pressure of getting caught. She had needed to go to the chapel, to move rooms, to be away from Rita entirely. Merlin knows what it could've progressed to.

Bellatrix tried to shake the interaction with Orion off and get on with her day but it worried her more to know that he could still hurt her. She wasn't untouchable, certainly not to Orion and Cygnus wouldn't protect her. She needed to be better, to be able to fend him off, physically if need be. She wouldn't be the little girl crying in the bathroom scrubbing her skin off, she'd rather die.

She entered the drawing room where Regulus sat alone. When he saw Bellatrix his face lit up and he contained his excitement but Bellatrix knew he had wanted to run and cling to her the way Cissa used to. Regulus was more reserved and didn't touch anyone if he could avoid it.

Bellatrix smiled at him as he bowed his head and led her to sit with him by the window.

Regulus worshiped the ground Bellatrix walked on. It wasn't obvious to most people but whoever knew Regulus could see the pedestal he placed Bellatrix on. She had always been protective and caring. She was so much older and in his opinion wiser. She was different now, not entirely and she still held love for Regulus but she certainly wasn't as kind. In certain lights, she looked just like his mother, and now at times, she acted just like Walburga.

"I missed you," Regulus said, Bellatrix smiled and Regulus was comforted, she was his savior after all, and his mother's face had never twisted into that expression.

"I missed you too," Bellatrix replied, "Sorry I'm bad at writing letters, I just forget, but I never forget you." She said and it was with such a broken voice that Regulus instantly forgave her for anything she'd done, and vowed to always forgive her for what she did.

"It's alright," Regulus said, he never expressed his inwards emotions which made him impossible to read. Everything he said carried a calm reserved air and inside he felt so strongly he wasn't sure it could be formed into words.

Bellatrix had gotten better at knowing Regulus' mind as they both got older. "If you wrote to me more, told me about life it would be easier for me to respond, I'm not sure what to say in a letter but if you start, or just send me a question or a list I'd have an easier time. And, I want to hear from you."

Writing was easier than talking, it made it less real to Bellatrix. Maybe Regulus was the same.

"I can do that if it doesn't bother you," Regulus said, no emotion was in his voice but Bellatrix fancied she saw a change in countenance that betrayed his excitement.

"You don't bother me, Reggie," Bellatrix assured.

****

At dinner, Sirius was misbehaving, and within one course Walburga had ordered Bellatrix and Sirius to follow her to the study.

Bellatrix wanted to protest that she was innocent but kept her lips shut until Walburga spoke to her. She glared at Sirius harshly, she was more upset that Walburga was upset with her than anything. Walburga was never upset with her.

Once inside the study, Bellatrix cast a silencing charm, she knew the drill. Sirius stood defiantly, refusing to bend to his mother's will and Bellatrix knew from experience it just made everything worse.

"Bellatrix." Walburga's voice was commanding and Bellatrix looked to her aunt. "How are your unforgivables?" She asked. Bellatrix was taken aback, they never referred to them as that. As if she had read her mind, Walburga continued, "I know you aren't used to hearing them referred to that, but I prefer not to sugarcoat things." Bellatrix felt as if she was standing on cracking ground.

Bellatrix forced herself to reply, "I can perform two, I've never tried the third." It seemed wrong to state everything so openly,

"Well, I think this is an opportunity for you to practice your cruciatus, and I have some spells I'd like to teach you." Walburga said, she looked to Sirius who was growing paler with each word.

Bellatrix wasn't sure if this was a trick or not, still, she had to do something.

Drawing her wand, she took a breath and pointed it at Sirius.

Sirius had enough time to think one thing before all he registered was pain. Bellatrix knew what it was as well. An alliance with his mother was a betrayal of the highest order and was as unforgivable as anything else.

Walburga knew a lot of nasty spells from her childhood when, if she had money and family, everyone turned their heads to what she did. Bellatrix mastered them all, and now, she wasn't holding her spells back. Sirius didn't deserve it anyway.

*****

June 30th, 1966

Bellatrix had lessons with Walburga whenever she could, even if they were short. She spent the rest of her time with Narcissa and Regulus, or at some event with Rudolphus who sensed that she was growing fiercer every time they met. She tried to block Andromeda out of her mind, it just made her hate her family. She tried to block Rita out as well, it made her hate herself.

Now they were leaving and Bellatrix was sad to see them go. As she said farewell to Walburga, her aunt pulled her in, "I'm proud of you, I always wanted a daughter. You did well." she whispered quickly before pulling back entirely. Bellatrix forced her face to remain neutral, but the praise meant more to her than anything, after all, she had been starved of it for all 14 years of her life.

With her relatives gone, the house was quiet and she was free to do as she pleased. After resting for a few hours, Bellatrix decided to read after realizing she didn't remember the last time she read for pleasure. As she combed through the books on her shelf she found one with a black leather cover that had the word 'TROY' printed on it in big gold letters. She grabbed it and took a seat in the green velvet chair in the corner of her room.

It was actually really entertaining and Bellatrix found herself immersed in the ancient world. In search of more background information, she went down to her library to find another book on the subject. There were several and Bellatrix returned with one about the gods, one about the history, and another full of myths.

She flipped back and forth between the book and the gods book so she knew who was who. It luckily included heroes like Heracles and Achilles.

Only when she was summoned for dinner did she lay down the book that enthralled her. She was lost in the story of Helen and Paris, such love and passion to run away together. Achilles the brave warrior, invulnerable to all damage, and the Apollon priestess who fell for him anyway. Who deserted her religion for him.

At dinner, she didn't speak and had a far-off expression. Narcissa noticed but didn't say anything.

Helen, the book had described her as "The most beautiful woman to ever grace the earth." She had blonde hair and blue eyes and Bellatrix couldn't help picturing Rita, except her eyes were startling emerald. Whatever.

Achilles, "The greatest warrior," Cocky son of a bitch, but he had every right to be, and Bellatrix related to him.

*****

July 15th, 1966

Walburga had returned for Bellatrix, apparently, she had arranged a trip for the two of them to France until the end of summer.

Bellatrix was ecstatic and overjoyed to be allowed to go, then again, no one told Walburga no.

Within an hour she was ready and with a brief goodbye to Narcissa, Bellatrix left her sister in a puff of green flame as she was taken to the fireplace in their French Chateaux. She had taken a little longer because she wanted to pack a bag with a few books. After she finished Troy and the other Myth book, she raided their library and her Aunt's for more mythology books and decided to read each one.

Narcissa hated that Bellatrix was gone, and since Andromeda was... away, it was like when she was the only one still not at school and the lonely feelings seeped back in.

Bellatrix stepped out of the fireplace so her aunt could land and a moment later she did. Walburga smiled at her and proceeded to tell her the Rosiers were joining for tea so she had better get changed.

An hour later Mrs. Rosier and her daughter Pandora arrived. Pandora was Regulus' age, she was a little strange but Bellatrix liked her mostly, she was sweet and reminded her of Narcissa.

Tea was wonderful and Bellatrix spoke with Pandora who, after a little coaxing, spoke a good bit. Mrs. Rosier didn't stop her from speaking which Bellatrix found strange but brushed off, Pandora was well-bred, and if she didn't require discipline all the better.

****

Back at home, Narcissa's days were split between visiting people and receiving visitors which was exhausting especially when she was expected to be wearing something different every hour.

She missed her sisters and wished desperately aunt Walburga had invited her to come. Not only did she feel left out, she was trapped and helpless. She had been told to take time with her selection but she just wanted to get it over with. She crossed off as many names as possible so she didn't need to do so much work. Still, she hated them all and how they regarded her as a possession, no more than a doll on a shelf, or a shiny trophy.

Notes:

And this is the story of how Bellatrix got a praise kink!

Chapter 66: Summer, 1966- Rita's summer

Chapter Text

July 15th, 1966

Rita was sitting in her room with the widow open. The breeze was nice and her house faced the street where a few children played. Her city house was in Muggle London and this summer they were staying in the city instead of going to the cabin. At least these walls didn't have Bellatrix's shadow on them.

The usually gray city was sunny today and Rita was taking advantage of it. She spent most of her time in her room, reading or writing and listening to music on a record. She was having a bit of writer's block at the moment and was staring down at the street where a few boys, a little older than her, were kicking around a football. They were handsome, tall, fit, etcetera... etcetera...

Rita had grown up a bit. She was still sad about Bellatrix, the situation seemed unresolvable. Sometimes she was just plain mad. It felt like a really horrid breakup and Rita wondered if Trix was feeling the same. Like all grief, sometimes she was happy, so that was a step, even if she cried later at night. She had started talking to the sky, it was too clouded for stars so she didn't see any, but logically, Bellatrix's star was up there somewhere.

It was cliche but Rita liked to think that at times, the two were looking at the same star and talking.

The voices of the boys on the street broke her out of her daze. They had started whistling at her lewdly. She blushed, embarrassed.

"What do they call ya?" One of the boys called up, he was holding the ball and had a smile on his face.

"Rita," She replied, leaning further out the window. It was a bad idea but she was bored. "You?" She asked, returning a cheeky smile.

She never really appreciated her looks before, she was told she was pretty sometimes by adults, but it was recently that boys were starting to like her. In Rita's opinion, Bellatrix was the prettiest one, her hair was so thick and long and her eyes were so alluring, not to mention her bone structure. Rita knew the only reason boys didn't fawn over her was because she was terrifying. Until recently, she never saw how anyone could think that.

"You can call me anything ya like sweetheart." The boy called up with a wink and Rita rolled her eyes. He was a muggle, lower class, she could tell by his accent. That meant the whole lot would be as well, hardly worth her time, but he was attractive. At this point, the other boys grew bored and went back to their game while the other continued talking to Rita. He had dark brown hair that was hardly an inch long but it worked for his bone structure. His skin was tanner and his eyes were chocolate brown.

"Well I'd prefer a name," Rita was smiling like an idiot. God, she was bored. He was the type of boy Bellatrix would hate, she probably wouldn't even look at him if he were a pureblood and certainly wouldn't speak to him. Her type was Rudolphus, the cold, scary type. But then, she had kissed Rita, so did she really like Rudolphus? That was the question that played in her mind a lot, the arrangement was a secret to her so all she saw was courting and mixed messages with no affection. How could that be love but what was between them wasn't?

"Sammie," He said, "Nice to meet ya." He mockingly tipped an imaginary hat, and Rita giggled. Maybe this was what she needed, a distraction. To outrun Bellatrix's desertion.

"Pleasure is all mine," Rita said. Sammie talked with her for a few more minutes before his lads told him they were going home and he just yelled his number out. Rita wrote it down.

****

July 17th, 1966

It had been two days now and Rita hadn't called the boy. She thought about it, there was a booth in the park close to her house, and it was only a 10-minute walk it would be so easy to go, she was fourteen now. Her mum wasn't constantly occupying her with tasks anymore. Still, part of her didn't want to go into muggle London anymore; Bellatrix would find it abhorrent, and her parents would never allow her to speak with Rita again.

She laughed at the thought and grabbed her green raincoat, the sun was gone again and it was back to clouds and who knows. She slipped the number into her skirt pocket. Her mum was downstairs and asked her where she was going.

"Calling a friend!" She said over her shoulder as she put on her rain boots.

"It can't wait? I think it's going to rain dear." Her mum said,

"That's why I'm taking my umbrella, Mum," Rita said, "I won't be long."

With a smile, Rita left.

It did start raining when she had walked halfway there she felt the first drop and that was all the warning she got to put up her umbrella and pull up her coat's hood before it started pouring.

She was quick, but she still got a little wet. She thought about turning home but she was halfway there so she might as well. She hurried over and made it to the booth, she closed her umbrella and stepped in. She fumbled a moment for the paper before finding it and shakily pressing the buttons. The line rang for about a minute before she heard a click and Sammie's voice.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't call," He said, Rita laughed

"You know where I live so I figured you'd find me one way or another," She said, now the rain was pelting against the glass of the booth and making a sound like acorns falling on a metal roof

"What's that sound?" He asked,

"Rain, against the window, of the telephone booth," Rita said, "Why, where are you? I didn't think you'd have a phone."

"Ouch," Sammie said playfully, "You wound me,"

"How do you have a phone?" She asked,

"Maybe I'm rich." He replied, Rita laughed, not because it was particularly funny as a joke but because it was absurd. She'd been around Bellatrix and her family and friends and they were rich. This boy was nothing, especially not compared to her Trix.

Not her's.

She reminded herself. She shook it off. "Likely story." She said, "Did you steal it?"

"I borrowed it," He replied cheekily, Stolen then. Rita didn't particularly care. "I'm surprised you don't 'ave one, in that big house o'yers"

"Mum doesn't like them much," Rita replied, her mum used owls.

"It's rainin' real hard out 'ere." He said, in the background, Rita heard boys shouting.

"Where are you?" She asked, and why were boys yelling?

"Where are ya?" He asked, ignoring her question.

"You know the booth in the park?" She asked,

"On my way now," He said, and before Rita could reply the line went out.

For 5 minutes, Rita stood in the booth waiting, she couldn't see outside so she couldn't go home anyway. Then she heard a knock on the door and standing, soaking outside was Sammie with a hood clutched around his head. He shouted something but Rita didn't know what. She opened the door for him and he immediately stepped inside before shutting the door firmly behind him. He was drenched and dripping water.

"You're soaked," She said,

"I wanted to see ya," He replied, pulling out a fag, he went to light it but Rita stopped him.

"If I go home and reek of that smell my mum will kill me," Rita said, he smiled and put it away. The booth was small, they fit, but hardly, and there was little space between them. It was suddenly warm in the booth with their combined body heat.

"You look gorgeous," He said,

"You're mental," Rita replied, she was starting to regret coming here. He just smiled and got closer. Rita was uncomfortable and she could feel her heart pounding against her ribs. He grabbed her waist and Rita stepped away, pushing him back. He had an expression like she had just offended him on his face, and she immediately felt guilty. "Sorry," She said, "I just don't know you very well,"

"We can get to know each other," He replied stepping closer but not touching her.

"I think I should go home," Rita said quietly. She moved to get to the door but he just blocked it.

"I don't think it's safe with the rain," He said,

"I'll take my chances, cheers," Rita said, she was losing her patience.

"You're not leaving." He replied,

Shit shit shit shit. She was so screwed. If she were Bellatrix she'd just curse him. Actually, if she were Bellatrix she wouldn't be here. Before she could react his lips were on hers, and she was pinned to the wall so she couldn't pull away. He was warm, unbearably warm and it was so different from Bellatrix's cold skin, when they had kissed it was cold and quick and Rita had yearned for more, this wasn't that. She wanted to push him away but he was so pressed against her she couldn't.

When he stopped kissing her, he shoved his hand up her shirt. She had froze,

"Stop," She said, trying to push him away, but it was weak.

"Why?" He asked, his hand had stilled but he was smirking down at her. Rita fumbled for her words. She couldn't cast magic outside of school, but her parents were close enough, so maybe she wouldn't be caught, but then again, she left her wand and she wasn't as good as Trix with wandless magic. "Cat got your tongue?" He taunted when she still hadn't replied.

Of course. She felt so stupid, and in a blink, she turned into a beetle and flew out of sight. He looked so confused and Rita still couldn't get out. He stood there for a moment shocked before he tentatively reached forward and felt nothing. Then he freaked out and opened the door before bolting, and Rita quickly zipped out behind him. The harsh wind blew her back and rain pelted her bug body. She had no choice but to turn back, it wasn't very smooth and she went tumbling into mud. At least Sammie was out of sight.

Rita made her way home as quickly as she could. The fact he did know where she lived bothered her. She hoped nothing would happen. Her mum was distressed to see Rita come in looking as she did, and Rita brushed her comments off with the excuse of needing a shower.

It was fine, she was fine. She fucking hated muggles. Maybe Bellatrix was right about something.

*******

Bellatrix wasn't sure how she was supposed to act anymore. At times, she was expected to be an adult, but other times, she was just a child, and depending on who she was with, it changed. It was like everything drilled into her from birth was crumbling apart. It felt like losing a tooth, and she kept running her tongue over the gap waiting for the new one to replace it.

It wasn't any different with Walburga. For years, before Sirius was born, she and her aunt would go on trips together and they would have lessons, and she would tell Bellatrix stories all the time. Those were the good years because Walburga was there to protect her and strengthen her. Everything Bellatrix had become was because of Walburga, and everything Regulus esteemed Bellatrix to, was a fraction of how Bella viewed her Aunt.

Then Sirius was born, and Walburga was different, colder, meaner, harsher, quieter. Bellatrix was alone, Narcissa was too young, Andromeda didn't get it. Maybe if Bellatrix could have gotten over the idea that Sirius was responsible for her Aunt's change, then she wouldn't have hated the little bitch so much. But Merlin she did hate him, so fiercely. And when he spoke ill of his mother, Bellatrix ensured he knew it was his fault.

A year later Regulus was born. Walburga wasn't back to normal but she didn't get worse and Bellatrix eagerly cared for the new child per her aunt's request.

Love was scarce and conditional in their family. Everyone knew it, and everyone fought for it.

Bellatrix used to make charts of it, who loved who, and how much. What was the ranking, between her and someone else, who would a third person pick? She obsessed over it, and even now, when she was bored, or upset, she would make a new one in her mind.

Walburga loved Bellatrix, she thought more than anyone in the family, but that was liable to change as Reg grew. Bella loved Cissa most, Cissa's love was for Bellatrix, and Regulus' as well. It was only natural, she had cared for them the most. Andromeda and Sirius were a perfect duo. Bellatrix wasn't sure if her parents loved her, or any of them, her father maybe loved her, but he would much prefer a boy, and her mother bloody hated her.

Part of the reason Bellatrix was compliant was self-preservation, but a good part of it was that being good was a way to earn love or raise rank. It was just in her competitive nature. If you weren't first, you were last, all or nothing all the time.

"You look like your mind is hard at work," Walburga said. Bellatrix came back to the present.

"My mind is always at work Aunty," Bellatrix replied. The two were sitting on the stone benches in the large garden, the air was warm and the sun shone so brightly that Bellatrix was glad for the large fruit trees that gave them shade.

Walburga smiled, it was strained. "How was school?" She asked,

Bellatrix wondered if she knew, probably. Cygnus had probably told her the moment they got her letter. Still, maybe she didn't, maybe everything was still too focused on Andromeda.

"It was alright," Bellatrix replied, she hoped Walburga didn't know.

"When did you become so skilled in occlumency?" Her Aunt asked, Bellatrix smiled, now that Walburga had said it, she noticed her aunt trying to sneak past her defenses.

"I studied it independently. The books were good teachers, and Narcissa was always ready to help me with whatever." Bellatrix replied, there was pride in her voice. She was incredible, so high above the average that it wasn't even fair, she had the talent and the passion, and those went into everything she touched. It came naturally to her, it was almost hard to handle. Still, she always wanted more, ambition, it radiated off of her in waves.

"I always knew you were smart," Her aunt said, Bellatrix swore there was pride in her tone. "I'm going to teach you some spells, they may be very useful one day."

Bellatrix didn't question a thing as her aunt had her read a very long, very complicated passage while she went off to get something. She didn't question when her aunt returned and showed her the wand motion and coached her encantation, or when she had Bellatrix practice the nasty curses on a few muggles she had brought to the cellars beneath the house. She promised to obliviate them afterward, Bellatrix didn't particularly care what happened to them and Walburga suggested she try a killing curse for the first time.

She didn't succeed, not even her roundabout curses were killing the muggles. Walburga assured her it was okay, and that they would continue with lessons later. As Bellatrix was leaving she saw a few green flashes in quick succession.

*****

July 20th, 1966

Rita had been worried Sammie would come to her house and egg it or something, but after three days, nothing had happened and she was able to relax a little. She couldn't help herself from thinking about Bellatrix, and how different she had felt. It soured her mood to think about Rudolphus getting Bellatrix's affection, dances that she didn't let bother her, were starting to bother her, and touches didn't seem as innocuous as they once were.

Rita spent hours going through it all, analyzing it, writing it out, drawing charts, just trying to understand what the hell was happening. She drove herself insane with it. It was pathetic, she knew it too. Bellatrix wasn't agonizing over anything, she didn't give a fuck. Rita retraced steps, and replayed moments, searching for what she wasn't even sure was real.

The sound of a doorbell startled Rita out of her daze, and she sat up. Before she could figure out what was going on her mum called for her and Rita hurried downstairs.

In their kitchen stood her mum, and another woman about the same age.

"Rita this is an old friend, Meg this is my daughter Rita. Meg is going to stay with us for a while, she's got a daughter your age." Her mom said, Rita was surprised she hadn't been told in advance, but then again maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. While Rita was processing this, Meg and her mom resumed their conversation in hushed tones and half-finished sentences with looks thrown in that clearly meant Rita was not supposed to know what was going on. Then she noticed a girl pop out of the dining room and quietly get past the two adults, Rita guessed this was Meg's daughter.

Her mom threw a glance at Rita which meant to get upstairs and take the other girl so Rita smiled at her and offered to show her where she was going to sleep.

Rita showed the girl into her room, the guest room would have Meg, and her daughter could sleep in the bottom of Rita's bunk bed. Rita shut the door behind them and crossed to sit on the corner away from the window. She tried to avoid it now.

"Sorry we're crashing like this," The girl said, she had a slight Spanish accent, she had golden-tan skin and light brown eyes. Her hair was dark and wavy and framed her beautiful face. She had delicate features and big eyes. She was small, hardly 160cm, she looked so different from Bellatrix Rita couldn't even make a comparison.

"It's fine," Rita mumbled,

"My name is Carmen," She said with a smile, "You're Rita right?" Rita nodded. Carmen seemed nice enough.

****

Three days later, and Bellatrix still couldn't cast her killing curse, she did manage to kill one muggle, but it was just because his heart had given out from the pain.

Bellatrix was hard on herself about it, she had never had a spell she couldn't cast, and now it was becoming a bit of an obsession. Her aunt decided to start smaller and Bellatrix was practicing the curse on plants, it was inconsistent at best and ineffective at worst.

Walburga assured her it was fine, and that the cruse was difficult, but Bellatrix was upset, anything but perfection was unacceptable to Bellatrix Bloody Black.

****

Later that night, Rita went downstairs and found her mother sitting up late at the table.

"Mum?" Rita asked, her mother looked up and gave a tired smile, she put aside her quill and turned over her papers.

"What's the matter, love?" She asked

"Your friend..." Rita started, "Is she, our kind?"

"She's a witch if that's what you're asking." Her mother replied, "Her daughter is homeschooled." Rita could sense her mother's dislike of the conversation and quickly excused herself.

Chapter 67: Summer, 1966- All of my enemies started out friends

Chapter Text

July 20th, 1966

Dear Father,

I write to you begging to be brought home. I've learned and I'm all better, I promise you.
Father, please, it is horrible here the staff are cruel, and the conditions are less than
accommodating. I am begging for your mercy because I know at your word I could be
released from this prison. I make my appeal to you directly and pray you will shine light
upon me and take pity on your wretched daughter. I will do my duty to the family and
anything that pleases you if I am allowed home, you may hold me to my word and I will
do everything without complaint. Please, send word to bring me home,
Your daughter, Andromeda.

It was a little overkill, especially considering Andromeda's plan for when she got out was to run. She could never play along with her family's ideals, so to hell, if Bella and Cissa were so keen on staying there was nothing she could do.

****

Cygnus received the post, and along with a letter from Andromeda, which he threw away, there was a letter for Bellatrix from Hogwarts. He opened it quickly and the envelope contained a message congratulating Bellatrix on being a prefect and quidditch captain, the silver prefect pin fell to the floor and Cygnus had the elf get it. He sent it off to his sister and Bellatrix.

***

July 22nd, 1966

Bellatrix received the letter and the prefect pin two days later, she placed the new pin in her jewelry box alongside the captain's pin. The thing that concerned her more was knowing who her fellow prefects would be, thankfully she received a list.

For Slytherin's 5th years, it was her and Alecto, and then Lucius and Rabastian, no surprises there. She didn't know the 6th or 7th-year prefects, she recognized the names though, they were all sacred 28. Currently, the head boy and girl were Slytherins, Bellatrix didn't know them personally either.

Her lessons with Walburga had progressed, and for now, they had dropped the killing curse completely. Bellatrix had a hard time accepting this but there was nothing she could do and without her Aunt's guidance it could end badly.

"I always wanted a daughter you know," Walburga said, it was evening and the two women were sitting by the fireplace, Walburga was embroidering and Bellatrix was writing notes about certain spells. It was fascinating, there was so much she could do and she felt unstoppable. At her aunt's words, Bellatrix placed down her quill and turned her attention to Walburga.

Wlaburga continued, "When your father was young, I tried to parent him, not that he listened much and I always remembered thinking how much I would rather have girls to raise." There was a wistful look in her eyes and Bellatrix didn't know what to say, so she was silent. "When you were born my brother would lament about how you should have been a boy and I would be silent but I always was happy you weren't."

"And then what happened?" Bellatrix asked, there had to be a point to the anecdote, Walburga never spoke unless she had a point to make.

"After two more girls, your father was less patient and I was having trouble carrying entirely. He gave up on the idea of a male heir and devoted his time to training you as if you would be the heir. Orion was more insistent than ever at this point, but now he has his heir and he's old enough that his teaching is not mine to conduct. Yours however, is mine because while your mother focuses on getting Narcissa a husband, I will be teaching you how to wield power beyond most wizards' wildest dreams."

******

August 25th, 1966

Bellatrix and Walburga returned five days before Bellatrix would board the Hogwarts Express and move into her own dorm in the prefect's tower, it was right next to Alecto's and far away from their old one. Bellatrix supposed Eliza and the other one would have new roommates.

Andromeda still hadn't returned and Bellatrix pushed that to the back of her mind as she and Cissa shopped in Diagon Alley.

Walburga had taken them and then left them to their own devices, Bellatrix and Narcissa looked very important walking down the streets, anyone could tell in the way they carried themselves that they came from money, not just 'oh we are comfortable' money, but money that they were drowning in. So much money, that it could not have been gained in morally correct ways. Their perfectly tailored expensive clothes really solidified it.

Bellatrix was different, she didn't notice the change because it had been gradual, but Narcissa could tell. Whatever she had done in France had changed her. Everything she did was laced with raw power, it was bursting from her and it was nearly overwhelming. Narcissa was certain Bellatrix had also grown taller, she was lengthy now and had long limbs that moved with strength. Muscles were visible beneath her skin and every movement was executed with certainty and sharpness.

Her hair was wilder, it reached the base of her back and curled in perfect ringlets that gave it volume, she didn't wear it pulled back anymore and her face seemed to be cut onto a black background. It made everything look more severe by providing a larger contrast. It was a harsh beauty, just more womanly now.

*****

"I suppose you're going away soon?" Carmen asked. Rita was sorting through her new supplies and packing certain things in advance.

"Train leaves the 30th," Rita replied, she avoided Carmen's eyes.

At first, it had been awkward between the two of them and Rita was wary about getting near another person but Carmen saved her the trouble.

All they had done was kiss, nothing further than that, but it was really bloody good. Sometimes it was soft and sweet but sometimes it got a bit urgent, that was when Rita was a little more scared she'd go too far.

"Then this will be goodbye." Carmen said, "Mum and I are going away again. We're leaving the 31st."

Rita stopped packing. She didn't know why she was upset Carmen was leaving, after all, she was leaving too, "Where to?" Rita asked,

"Norway," Carmen replied gleefully, "We are going to live on a boat, It will be cold but we'll use heating charms."

Carmen's dad had been a muggle, so she was a halfblood, he had run when he learned her mother was a witch. Rita's mum and Meg had gone to school together at Hogwarts, apparently, they were friends.

"Cheers," Rita replied, she didn't know what else to say. Carmen wasn't really Rita's type emotionally, she was too bubbly and Rita just didn't like her beyond a shallow physical attraction.

****

August 30th, 1966

Rita braced herself to run through to platform 9 3/4, her mum came with her, Carmen had offered but Rita had refused and they had an awkward goodbye.

She knew she would see Bellatrix, it was inevitable, Bellatrix had probably been made a prefect, so she had to be there.

Bellatrix was there, whatever parent had brought her was gone and Bellatrix was standing with the other prefects and talking with Alecto. Narcissa and Andromeda were presumably on the train.

Bellatrix had sensed her the second she crossed the barrier and her eyes were drawn to Rita Skeeter. It took her a moment but Rita gained to courage to meet Bellatrix's gaze, she tried to smile but Bellatrix looked her up and down before averting her gaze.

Fine, she could do whatever she liked. Rita said goodbye to her mother and climbed onto the train, she needed to find a new compartment. She finally found an empty one and quickly put her things down.

The train started moving and a few minutes later a boy her age slid open the door and peered in. Rita looked up and met the boy's gaze. He wore a Ravenclaw tie and was carrying a suitcase. "Mind if I come in?" He asked, he had sandy blonde hair and was shorter but thick.

"Sure," Rita replied, and the boy smiled proudly and placed his things down before reaching out a hand for Rita to shake.

"I'm Gilderoy Lockheart, 5th year," He announced, Rita took his hand and shook it, he seemed nice enough.

"Rita Skeeter, 5th year as well." She replied,

"You're a Slytherin right?" He asked, Rita answered in the affirmative and Gilderoy nodded. Then he began to talk about himself and his life. Rita didn't mind and listened to him talk the entire ride to Hogwarts. She got the sense he didn't have many friends.

Bellatrix was one of the last to board the train and as a prefect, she left Narcissa with Chloe, Alarice, and Mallory along with the boys who had decided to mix in with their friend group. None of them seemed to mind so Bellatrix ignored it.

The prefect meeting was utterly boring and when it was over Bellatrix and Alecto went back to their carriage with Malfoy and Lestrange.

Bellatrix sat down with her circle and smiled.

Halfway through the ride, a knock sounded outside their compartment, and with a flick of her wand, Bellatrix made the door slide open. A boy with mouse brown hair was standing outside and Bellatrix's eyes narrowed as she recognized him as the mudblood Andromeda had screwed around with.

"You," She snarled, everyone in the cubical shut up and the boy paled but stood resolutely.

"Where is Andromeda?" He asked, Bellatrix stood up abruptly, she was a little taller than the boy and a lot scarier. With her wand in her hand, pointed at him, and her hair flipped over her right side looking effortlessly perfect.

"She's none of your concern," Bellatrix hissed, she was right in front of him now and Lucius thought the kid was brave if nothing else for standing up to Bellatrix. "You filthy little mudblood."

Andromeda was still in the institution. Both Bellatrix and Narcissa were too scared to ask anything more so they were in the dark regarding Andy.

Ted swallowed and Narcissa tensed, this was ending one way, and it would not be pretty for Ted. She was praying the boy let up, he could leave with a slight hex if he shut up and turned tail. Instead, he just stood there and Bellatrix smiled, she looked back at her companions for a moment who were surprised as well. She turned back to the boy so quickly he flinched and backed up so suddenly he hit his head against the opposite wall. Bellatrix laughed and pointed her wand at him for real.

With a flick of her wand, his skin began to sprout awful red boils that looked painful, Ted screamed through his teeth and scratched at one frantically, Bellatrix just watched as it grew in size, and became more painful the more he touched it.

The boy ran off down the train car, and Bellatrix wasn't the least bit concerned he'd tell.

She pretended nothing had happened and happily returned to her seat. One thing was certain, she was so much worse.

****

September 1st, 1966

No one at home had lectured Bellatrix about OWLS. They didn't need to, she was Bellatrix. The teachers spent the first class putting fear into the students. Bellatrix rolled her eyes at their lectures and commented snarky things to her friends. She had no classes with Rita and that suited her perfectly well.

Her new dorm was smaller but nice. It had a larger bed with a wardrobe across from it, a nightstand with a pretty lamp, and a large desk with a tall bookcase beside it. Alecto's room was identical. Bellatrix hadn't visited the prefect's bathroom yet, but she didn't really fancy bathing in front of anyone else.

She had passed Rita a couple of times now and each time Rita gave her a glance that stirred something.

"What are you dropping after OWLS?" Alecto asked as they were making their rounds after school.

"Nothing..." Bellatrix said slowly, "I didn't know you were going to."

"Bloody hell Bellatrix," Alecto replied with a smile, "Do you enjoy torturing yourself? You don't even need any of it! It's not like you're going to work."

Bellatrix scoffed, "Knowledge is power," the two girls were getting closer to the end of their route, and Bellatrix was eager to be done with the patrol.

They entered their common room and Bellatrix sat down beside her sister by the big window that showed beneath the Black Lake. Alecto sat across from them and pulled out a sheet of paper. Most of the students were moving through the common room and settling in for the new school year. Chloe entered with Alarice and headed over to the three girls. Bellatrix grinned as they took their seats.

Their conversation surrounded their escapades over the summer and eventually, Bellatrix asked where Mallory was. Chloe looked around quickly and leaned closer to Bellatrix who drew in by reflex.

Chloe's breath tickled Bellatrix's ear. "She was shagging a mudblood. Her parents pulled her out of school entirely. None of us have spoken to her. Frankly, I thought she was better than that." Chloe retreated back to her seat and Bellatrix was left to contemplate the news.

Little did they know, that their little secret was overheard by a certain aspiring journalist and Rita flew back up to her dorm where she transformed back into her human form and picked up her pen with excitement. Now, she was proud of the writer's bump that stood firmly on her middle finger, it was the mark of genius.

****

September 13th, 1966

Bellatrix was utterly bored. Between class and prefect duties a good chunk of her time was taken up, homework was nothing and she usually did it during one class or another. These activities were mind-numbing and Bellatrix was in desperate need of fun.

It was Saturday and quidditch tryouts weren't until the following weekend so Bellatrix didn't have anything to do on that front, her work was done but all her friends had something or another that they needed to do. The little group, now including the boys, were sitting around the common room. It was mostly 5th-7th years, the younger kids were sent to the library or somewhere else. Narcissa was an exception.

Rita avoided the commons and Bellatrix stayed there most of the time. Rita told herself it was fine. They were both older now, things had changed. It was fine.

Then again, Rita could see just how much Bellatrix had grown up. Now she was 15cm taller than Rita and every part of her appearance was sharper. She wore black eye makeup with a darker lip and Rita really wasn't ok.

They had passed by each other on the stairs, and Bellatrix rolled her eyes as she and Rita pressed past each other Rita was forgetting how to breathe because Bellatrix's cold hands were on her waist as the girl moved past her as if they didn't know each other. Her fingers firmly pressed into Rita's skin and her nails lightly scraped against Rita in a way that made her breath hitch.

Rita's hand had landed on Bellatrix's upper arm and it was tense and strong. Bellatrix's hand wrapped halfway around her and Rita was very aware of how long Bella's fingers were.

Bellatrix pretended it didn't bother her.

She pretended Rita's hair hadn't looked so nice, and that she didn't feel a heat rising in her. She didn't go to the chapel either. That was the other major change Walburga induced.

During the months spent together, Walburga dropped catholicism and showed Bellatrix its flaws. In a few days her aunt had discredited the religion and Bellatrix had no room left to argue. She let it go reluctantly, and when she did it was like a weight lifting off her shoulders. She let it drop.

Bellatrix looked around impatiently for something to do but found nothing. After a few more minutes she stood up.

"I'm going for a turn about the castle," She said, Narcissa muttered something and Bellatrix rolled her eyes and left.

Bellatrix would be lying if she said she hadn't been hiding from Skeeter. She stayed in one place and made it abundantly clear when she would be there. As she left her common room she wondered where she would go.

It didn't really matter where Bellatrix went. Rita's shadows were in every corner of the castle, and Bellatrix carried Rita around her neck in a sturdy silver bird skull. The skull was always worn beneath her clothes, and Bellatrix was always aware of its presence.

****

September 19th, 1966

"I can't believe Rudolphus made you captain," Amycus said grumpily. The group was sitting together in the common room, and Bellatrix was lazily instructing Narcissa to draw diagrams for tryouts tomorrow.

"I can," Rabastian said snarkily. Bellatrix shot him a cold glare, and he shrank beneath her stare. Lucius snickered, and Bellatrix turned to him quickly. He stopped laughing. Sometimes, she needed to remind them they were around her because she allowed it.

"Your grandfathers would roll in their graves seeing the way you three act!" Bellatrix hissed, none of them taunted her further because it wasn't worth the amusement. Bellatrix returned to ordering Narcissa about what she wrote and drew.

Cissa didn't mind, she liked drawing and Bellatrix had done a million things for her.

*****

September 20th, 1966

Bellatrix was on the pitch at 6 with Narcissa and Alecto who were helping to set up. The weather was cooling off now and in the early dawn, it was still chilly. Bellatrix was wearing her Jumper and left her hair down, she had a charm on it that protected it from the wind. She sat casually on her broom, just a meter in the air.

The tryouts started at 7:30 because no one wanted to be outside past noon on a Sunday. Tryouts were a little bit of a formality because Bellatrix had a team in mind and if everything lined up to her expectations she knew what would happen. She was good at playing, but she was just as good at planning and organizing.

She used the same warmups as Rudolphus had, there was no need to change what worked, she had a couple of his drills for positions and she listened to Alecto who knew more about the game as a whole. One thing she did change was she made sure everyone was replaceable so adaptability was more important to her. Cissa and Alecto ran a lot of drills while Bellatrix watched.

Tryouts finished on schedule at 9:30 on the dot and Bellatrix finished cleaning with Alecto before the two went down to Hogsmeade together.

Bellatrix didn't care for the shops much, there was nothing she could buy that she particularly wanted or didn't have. Crowds bothered her a lot so she was grateful Alecto didn't mind walking turns through the emptiest street until the town was silent.

Bellatrix enjoyed Alecto's company, she was quick-witted and unreserved. Bellatrix was taller but Alecto was older, she had already turned 15.

****

It was around 16 when they returned to the castle and Bellatrix had a slight smile and relaxed air as she listened to Alecto's anecdote. They parted as Bellatrix went to the common room and Alecto took a trip to the kitchens.

The weather had cooled off considerably so most students were in the town or outside. Bellatrix made it to the dungeons and recited the password for her common room before levitating the tapestry and going through. She ran into Rita who was leaving the common room and she hit Bellatrix's elbow, which caused her to drop the papers she had been holding.

"Shit, sorry." Rita said instinctively as she scrambled to pick up the papers. Bellatrix was standing in front of her uncomfortably looking around, she cleared her throat and Rita looked up. Rita stopped what she was doing and stared at Bellatrix, her quidditch jumper was draped over her left arm and she was wearing a black athletic long-sleeve top which Rita found more interesting than the papers.

Bellatrix had hastily tied her hair into a bun because it was hot and no one was around and her necklace was out because her jumper was in her arms and it stood out against her white skin.

"It's alright," Bellatrix said stiffly, she was self-conscious about her appearance for the first time. It was a little odd that she was not at all put together. Before Rita could get another word in, Bellatrix hurried away and then into the tower with her new room.

Bellatrix stayed there until dinner. She took a long shower and took extra time looking presentable before leaving again. She didn't see Rita at all, even when she was sitting with her group at the table.

"When's the list out?" Malfoy asked, Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"Maybe it's already in the common room," Bellatrix said smiling.

"Really?" Lucius asked, he was preparing to go see for himself if it was; Bellatrix just smiled and shrugged. He took that as an affirmative and left. Bellatrix watched gleefully and he walked out of the great hall.

"Did you?" Rabastian asked, he was grinning, they all knew the answer.

"No," Bellatrix replied with a laugh. That's when the morning owls came in and the birds dropped rolls of parchment for each student. There were way more than usual and every student ended up with a roll in front of them.

Bellatrix grabbed one and opened it, she found a proper newspaper but all the collums were gossip or events. It was boldly signed

R.S.

It was casual, with the normal post. Rita's goal had been to make people read it, not to cause uproar. She figured rumors were meanest beneath the table.

Of course, she was summoned to see Dumbledore. She didn't have Bellatrix's immunity, but she would.

The headmaster gave her a long-winded talk that was boring to death but she let him give it. Then she smiled sweetly,

"Sir, I understand your position, but I'd like you to consider a new variable." Her voice was laced with cheerfulness and she was smiling brightly. Never underestimate the power of bright colors. "I know about your brother, down in Hogsmeade," She said, the threat was clear, "and your sister, down in hell." The last part was nearly a hiss before she returned to her smile. "I know a lot about a lot of things Sir, and you are no mystery to me." Of course, Rita had more information that she did not disclose, which was for later blackmail.

Rita was let out 45 minutes later without punishment. She really could talk her way out of any situation.

Chapter 68: Fifth year, 1966- I move through the world with my heart broken

Summary:

Are they lovers?

Worse.

Chapter Text

October 1st, 1966

The blow-backs were glorious. Rita's article was the best it had ever been, Bellatrix couldn't help but admire the talent. The initial one had been followed up with another just as crafty and vicious as the previous. Bellatrix was nervous as she watched Rita gain power. She assumed no one wanted people around them, turns out Rita reveled in the attention and exploited whoever for whatever instead of pushing them away.

What made her more anxious was knowing that it could very well be her name dragged through ink with a pretty little signature at the bottom.

Rita was on her way to running half the school. She had everyone do her bidding because her revenge was worse than any curse or ambush. At this point, the students feared public humiliation and exposure far more than anything else. Bellatrix wasn't sure how to deal with it. Her revenge was vicious, a curse in some dark corner, one that left some stain. It was so different from the social suicide that came with getting on Rita's bad side.

Of course, it helped that she was pretty. Bellatrix kept that observation to herself, but she wasn't an idiot, to be a woman and successful you had to be pretty and have other attributes. Rita had a Marilyn Monroe look going for her with short platinum blonde hair that she was taking time to style now, not that Bellatrix noticed, and she wore makeup now, it was slight but her eyebrows had a high arch and her eyelashes were just a little darker, not that Bellatrix knew her eyelashes were blonde because her hair was so light.

Bellatrix wasn't a fan of Rita's new look. Rita was difficult to ignore when they were apart and nearly impossible to ignore when she was sitting a few tables down. Her new friends' laughs echoed, but she was silent. She smiled, but Bellatrix didn't hear her laugh; now, she only heard it in her memories.

The castle was filled with shadows of Rita; every corridor was haunted and Bellatrix stayed awake at night staring at the ceiling of her dorm thinking about how she and Rita had shared a bed for years and it had been fine because it hadn't meant anything. Could she still deny it hadn't meant anything now? Could she still say the kiss was a mistake when she toyed with the idea of having more?

Alecto wasn't stupid or blind, but she wasn't sure of the extent of Bellatrix's affections, though she was certain of some attraction. It was subtle but she knew Bellatrix better than most. Narcissa's cautioned looks at her sister and occasionally Rita was the finishing touch to solidify Alecto's proof. Truthfully, Alecto couldn't care less about queerness, there were much worse things in the world but she knew it was important to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix needed a distraction, that much was clear between her cursing everyone who looked at her wrong and the constant snappiness that made her intolerable to be around. Alecto had the perfect lunch and when the two had prefect duty that evening Alecto brought it up.

"Do you have the quidditch team?" Alecto asked,

"It's in my dorm, I meant to post it but got a bit sidetracked. I had been putting it off as well so it wasn't done until less than a week ago." Bellatrix replied, she sounded casual but her posture was rigid and every movement she made was just as stiff as when she boarded the Hogwarts Express 5 years ago. Old habits die hard.

"You should post it tonight," Alecto continued, Bellatrix was ready to blow and when no one was around was the safest time to disarm her. Bellatrix prickled, she clearly didn't want to speak but continued the conversation anyway, it was good breeding.

"If you're concerned, you made it, obviously, and not even with nepotism," Bellatrix replied, Alecto rolled her eyes and Bellatrix smiled, relaxing slightly.

"How did you score it?" Alecto asked, it was easier to talk about things like this, that had a fact-based unemotional answer.

"Cissa made my charts, I filled them in and graded them like a rubric, out of twenty instead of a hundred." She smirked "I added nepotism after, along with any other variables."

Deflection was a skill Bellatrix had mastered. If she didn't want something brought up, it was pushed under the rug immediately.

"So, does Narcissa know you fancy Rita?" Alecto asked casually, as if she was asking for the time and it caught Bellatrix off guard. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times in a very undignified not-Bellatrix manner. Alecto smiled as she was rendered speechless.

"I don't fancy Rita!" Bellatrix said finally getting control of her mouth. Her voice echoed and she thanked Merlin no one had been in the hallway right then.

"Then why aren't you friends anymore?" Alecto asked, they were only halfway through their rotation so Bellatrix was stuck.

"I don't have to talk about this," Bellatrix said,

"No, you don't, but you should because you need to and I know you don't want to tell your bloody sister and you don't trust anyone, but you can't possibly go on like this," Alecto replied and she was met with silence that stretched for nearly 10 minutes before Bellatrix had calmed enough to say something again.

"Is it obvious?" Bellatrix asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. She looked pale, Alecto didn't think it was possible to scare Bellatrix Black but apparently making her talk was the worst thing you could do.

"To me and Cissa, yes," Alecto replied, "Not to anyone else because they don't know you and they didn't know how close you and Rita really were." Bellatrix took a breath, unsure of what to say.

"Do you think it's bad?" Bellatrix finally pushed out the question she wanted to ask.

"Do you?" Alecto replied,

"I haven't decided yet," Bellatrix said, and she really wanted Alecto to say 'yes' at that moment and solidify that it was bad because then it would be easier to decide but Alecto didn't grant her that mercy.

"I think much worse things have been done," Alecto replied. That was a mistake because no matter how it was meant, Bellatrix took it as a slight against her family's actions and treatment of her.

It didn't matter what Alecto had meant because Bellatrix's mind was made up and it would not be tolerated. Alecto was her friend, so she wouldn't pull out her wand as she might with another, but she did stop. "You do not get to speak to me about things which could not concern you less were you a total stranger to myself." Her voice had bite and Alecto backed down because it was no use when she got like this. "I'll finish this round on my own, go back to the commons," Bellatrix ordered.

Alecto bristled but backed off and left Bellatrix to patrol the castle.

****

October 2nd, 1966

Bellatrix returned to the common room well after curfew and the only people not in bed were two 7th-year girls who were studying by the fire. Bellatrix went to her room quietly and grabbed the quidditch sheet from her drawer before slinking back into the common room and posting it on the board.

That morning, she came down to the common room and met her group in their usual seats. Bellatrix pretended to be in a better mood and told her team their first practice would be the next morning. If anyone had objections to the 5th year being captain, no one said anything.

Bellatrix was down before Rita so when Rita came through the common room Bellatrix's attention shifted to her. Rita's eyes darted to Bellatrix and then fixed on the exit, she tried to ignore the way Bellatrix's eyes followed her like a predator tracking its prey.

Bellatrix's attention only returned to her group when Rita had gone.

***

Narcissa much preferred Alecto as Bellatrix's friend to Rita, so when Alecto sat beside Rita in the library, without Bellatrix, Narcissa was much more willing to collaborate.

"How much do you know?" Was the first question asked by both parties and after a while of getting certain things out of the way the two made progress in their discoveries and found that Bellatrix was truly, utterly, unquestionably, so very royally fucked.

*****

Rita met Gilderoy in the library. He was good enough as a friend and stuck around her because she had a certain influence and he was a preener. Still, Rita found him entertaining and she just ignored when he was being too stupid or irritating, so she really didn't pay attention to the majority of what he said.

They were supposed to be working on potions, it was their OWLS year, and Rita woefully thought that it would be so much easier if she were still friends with Bellatrix who was sure to get all of her OWLS. It reminded her of how Bellatrix had been watching her, she wasn't sure what to make of the look. She thought it was a lot of staring for someone who claimed to hate her.

It was really irritating to have Bellatrix stare at her like that because she looked really bloody good and Rita couldn't help her heart rate rising whenever the piercing gaze was on her.

Whatever, she shook off any thoughts of Bellatrix.

She had been using her animagus form way more. She was so much more comfortable with it now and it made finding things out too easy. At first, she had been a little upset that her animagus was a beetle but it had proven useful. The one person she wished she could spy on was the one person who knew her secret, Bellatrix, who would notice Rita in her animagus form and she would know.

She thought about Carmen for the first time in a while. She was not Bellatrix, that much was certain but Rita had liked her better than any boy. If she really thought about it, Carmen solidified her identity. It wasn't all twisted and messy like it was with Bellatrix, they didn't know each other inside and out, and that made it so much easier. Rita made her peace with it, she just wished she had fallen for a girl less unavailable, but that was part of the appeal. Rita loved her because she knew her, not in spite of it, it was beyond physical, it was on an astronomical.

****

Bellatrix went over it in her head again, she couldn't shake what Alecto had said. They were on normal terms again, with no confrontation needed. Rita was pureblood, she was a Slytherin. Not sacred 28 or particularly wealthy or powerful but well-bred. It wasn't like Bellatrix was in love with some mudblood or a Gryffindor, Rita's only fault was being a girl. Maybe if Rita had been a boy it could've been different, maybe marriage would have been possible. Still, she didn't want Rita to be a boy.

***

October 3rd, 1966

Quidditch practice started at 6. Alecto was the co-captain and while Bellatrix didn't adore sharing power, it made sense and she needed help with quidditch.

The rest of the team came out 15 minutes before and Alecto ran warm-ups while Bellatrix did her own.

As expected, the team had Alecto and Amycus as beaters with Christina as an alternate, Narcissa, Malfoy, and Chloe were her chasers with Mordred as an alternate, Lestrange as the keeper, and Polaris alternated between keeper and chaser.

Bellatrix was actually good at leading, she had strategies for games and ran plays for scenarios, she was commanding and harsh but she was playing to win. Her ambition to win was contagious and it ensured the Slytherin team's continued streak of winning the cup for the past 4 years.

Practice ended and Bellatrix collected her things from the locker room before going to the prefect's bathroom only because she was certain no one else would be there.

The heat allowed her to relax and she practically fumigated the room with lavender and eucalyptus. The bath was really more of a pool and Bellatrix really enjoyed floating around in the warm water.

She returned to the common room and slid into a chair beside Chloe and Alarice. She let her long arms and legs drape over the arms of the comforter in a way that would be appalling to her parents but that gave her figure a most advantageous appearance. Her long fingers were splayed out as a nail taped against the cover of a book.

"Good practice?" Alarice asked, Bellatrix nodded politely. It was strange to see her so relaxed and comfortable but no one said anything about it. That was becoming a theme, people never spoke out against Bellatrix, not even her friends in trivial matters. Her good mood was grace and no one pushed it, except for one, thankfully she wasn't there. Alarice smiled back and Bellatrix noticed how pretty she was for the first time, she had been making these relations quite a bit now. Something new she discovered she enjoyed, some hidden beauty that had been before her eyes for considerable time.

The three of them had a free first period today and Bellatrix was bored out of her mind. She had nothing to do, all her work was done and any preparations for quidditch or prefect duty had been completed. She realized now that she didn't really have hobbies and whenever she wasn't occupied with something she was bored, never content to sit idly and relaxation just made her feel like she was missing something.

"Do you have any work to do?" Bellatrix asked, the question was directed at both of them,

"Nope, finished all my assignments." Chloe replied, "Just revising for Muggle studies," Bellatrix crinkled her nose at this.

"You take muggle studies?" She scrutinized, Chloe rolled her eyes,

"It's important to know how they live Black," She said, "They make up part of the world."

Bellatrix huffed, she could recognize the wisdom in Chloe's statement. She liked knowing her enemy, still, she considered muggles beneath her.

"Plus I can't handle mudbloods knowing more about a subject than me." Chloe added, mostly to appease Bellatrix. It worked and Bellatrix smiled again before turning to Alarice for her reply.

"I've still got Astronomy," She held up the book in her hand which was a plotting of the stars and made a face,

"That reminds me, I need to talk to Slughorn about testing out of that." Bellatrix said, "I'm going to avada myself if I have to take that stupid class again and my parents will avada me if I drop it."

If Alecto had been there, she would have understood, and Chloe did because her family was kind of like theirs but Alarice's eyes widened and she pursed her lips. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and pushed out of her chair in a fluid motion.

"I'll go do that now," She said casually, "See you in potions."

With that, Bellatrix walked out of the common room and started walking to her head of house's office. Thankfully, he wasn't teaching a class at the moment and Bellatrix found the old professor who welcomed her eagerly and had her sit down. Bellatrix smiled and was polite as Slughorn offered her tea and insisted she take it. Secretly, she didn't like Slughorn because he was performative and narcissistic but he could be useful so she was nice when she needed something.

When Bellatrix had finished her tea she smiled again and began the conversation. "Sir, I came to you wondering if I could test out of Astronomy."

"It is only required for this last year so I'm afraid it would be quite pointless," Slughorn said,

"No, I intend to take it as a NEWT but I was wondering if I could take both the OLW and the NEWT for it at the end of this term?" Bellatrix asked, and Slughorn nodded, he waved his wand, and a file, presumably Bellatrix's, came floating over. The Professor flipped through it and when he found what he needed he closed the file and looked back to Bellatrix.

"You've always gotten O's in Astronomy and if you are confident in your ability I could move you to a NEWT class now and you could take the two exams before the holidays," Slughon said, he was always ready to comply for Bellatrix, she was certain he would need to go directly to the Headmaster for this and she knew he would.

"Actually, Sir, if I could just have that period as a free I'd be better off. A NEWT class won't do anything, respectfully." Bellatrix added a smile at the end to seal it and Slughorn agreed on the condition they win the quidditch cup again this year.

Before she left, he insisted on her attending the next Slug Club meeting and Bellatrix could hardly turn him down when he was doing something for her so she agreed to attend the next dinner.

****

At lunch, Bellatrix received an Owl from Dumbledore informing her of her new free period and telling her the exam schedule. He explicitly told her it was her responsibility to inform her parents which made her laugh because of course he didn't want to deal with them and she wasn't special to him in any way.

Bellatrix's family had drilled astronomy into her from a very early age and Bellatrix had studied beyond NEWT level before she came to school. It was absolutely useless to her as a skill but it made her an accomplished woman in the mind of society.

"I urge you to do exactly as I have done Cissa," Bellatrix said that evening, she was writing the letter to their parents explaining what she had done and including the letter she received from Dumbledore, the coward would be involved if she had anything to say about it. He would get a big eagle owl from Cygnus as well.

"It isn't proper for me to have so much free time at my age," Narcissa replied, "Perhaps when I am in 5th year, then mother will approve." Bellatrix stopped writing and looked at her sister quizzically for a few seconds before shaking her head and returning to her letter.

 

****

October 8th, 1966

Bellatrix's parents did not mind her decision at all and as far as Bellatrix could tell were happy because it was a bragging point. Now Bellatrix had to deal with her end of the deal.

She was making Cissa come to Slughorn's dinner of course, and Narcissa didn't complain because she always felt she owed Bella something for every time she had protected her.

The two sisters arrived fifteen minutes late as custom and everyone sat down to dinner. Bellatrix recognized most of the people around the table, it was mostly pureblood children or half-bloods from rich families or politics and Bellatrix had spoken to many of them on separate occasions. There were a few she didn't recognize and she tried not to think about who it was because if she was dining with mudbloods it would be a problem and no one wanted a problem.

Bellatrix fell into the tense reserved manner she used with her family or in these circles. She ate and acted like she was listening to Slughorn who asked her a few questions and then turned the conversation back to himself and bragging. Bellatrix was reminded why she didn't like the man when she witnessed his ill-breeding up close and she struggled through the whole three hours before walking back with Narcissa who was trying to conceal how tired she was.

When the pair entered the common room their group was still up and Malfoy was performing some trick to impress the girls. Bellatrix's posture relaxed slightly and she walked over to her group with Cissa beside her.

"How was the party?" Alecto asked smirking, she knew Bellatrix hated them. Bellatrix scoffed and crossed her arms.

"What are you doing for your birthday?" Alarice asked, and Bellatrix turned as her attention shifted off Alecto.

"Nothing," Bellatrix replied, Alecto looked between the two. Bellatrix wasn't a fan of birthdays, she didn't not like them but they annoyed her especially when they were brought up.

"Would you want something planned?" Chloe asked, "It could be just us or we could do a whole house thing and party. I don't mean to brag but I'm good at planning things like this." She seemed excited by the idea and Bellatrix looked between everyone who was looking at her with varying expressions.

"If something did happen it would be small and quick." Bellatrix replied, "I don't want something with a lot of people but if you're keen on planning something go for it but don't ask me about it." It was the best they could've hoped for and Alecto and Narcissa shared a concerned look, Bellatrix wasn't one to agree to that.

*****

October 9th, 1966

Alecto hurried to the library that morning after quidditch practice. She needed to be quick so hopefully Rita was where she usually was because she had to get ready for lessons.

Fortunately, Rita was sitting with some Ravenclaw boy and a few other students who stared at Alecto when she walked up.

Rita perked up, she couldn't help it. If Alecto was there, it meant whatever Rita was about to hear was about Bellatrix and she needed whatever she could get. It was almost pathetic, she didn't care if it was good or bad, she just needed to know and Narcissa was the only one willing to tell her for whatever reason.

"Can I talk to you?" Alecto asked, clearly wanting privacy,

Rita nodded immediately and got up, she led Alecto a little ways away and cast a muffling spell. "What is it?" Rita asked,

"Bellatrix is having a small party, Chloe and Alarice are planning it. I just figured you should know." Alecto said, she didn't particularly care about Rita, but she deserved to know. Narcissa was biased and blind to Rita's affections towards Bellatrix but Alecto had seen those first and for a long time just pitied the poor girl because in her mind there was no way in hell Bellatrix Black was like that.

"Oh," Rita said, "I'll stay out of the way then,"

"Cheers," Alecto said, and that was it. She walked off and left Rita to deal with whatever.

Rita walked back to her friends and pretended she didn't care but she couldn't help wondering if she even knew Bellatrix at all.

Chapter 69: Fifth year, 1966- My longings stay unspoken

Chapter Text

October 13th, 1966

Bellatrix was perfectly glad to wake up on her birthday and go to breakfast like any other day. She tried not to look at Rita, who was trying just as hard to ignore her. Of course, her friends wished her happy birthday, but that was all for now, considering they had lessons.

Right as she was getting up to hurry to class, an eagle owl flew in and dropped a parcel with a letter in front of Bellatrix. "Shit," Bellatrix muttered, looking between her watch and the parcel. "Does anyone have a free? I need to get to lessons and I need it taken to my room."

"Lessons don't start for another 15 minutes," Alecto said,

"Ancient ruins is on the other side of the castle and I think the stairs hate me, they are always where I need them not to be," Bellatrix said, for some reason the stairs this year were worse than any other and Bellatrix ended up waiting for five minutes at one landing. "Chloe is probably already there,"

Chloe was there and Bellatrix took note of Dolores who was standing as far away as possible from Bellatrix. She had made it in five minutes early but she liked being ready when the class began.

When the class was over Bellatrix was leaving with Chloe and Dolores was standing right in front of them. Bellatrix smiled and turned to Chloe stating loudly, "I'm not sure how she was admitted into Advanced Ancient Ruins, she is quite daft after all but that is to be expected from her kind." It was cruel, Bellatrix knew it, but she didn't care. Umbridge hadn't done anything recently but it didn't really matter.

Chloe snickered and looked away as Dolores turned around and met Bellatrix's direct eye contact. It was so different now, Bellatrix towered over Dolores and was clearly superior in every way. The girl turned red and huffed before scuffling away and Bellatrix just laughed.

Bellatrix's next class was Advanced Potions which was mostly Ravenclaws. Bellatrix didn't mind Ravenclaws, they were clever obviously, it was useful. She sat next to Sybill, she was the only one in the class Bellatrix knew so they had partnered up at the start of the year. Bellatrix didn't talk to Sybill unless it was in potions or alone, it wouldn't be good for her image.

"Happy Birthday," Trelawney said when Bellatrix sat down. She had a far-off expression and tone which Bellatrix liked for some reason. Her hair was curly but she brushed it out to make it frizzy and her dirty blonde hair seemed to float around her. It suited her and made her eyes look larger which evened out her long nose and face. Everything about her was long and she was willowy like Bellatrix, they were about the same height but Bellatrix did more sport.

"Thanks," Bellatrix replied, Sybill was always nice but strange and unpredictable. That was starting to be a theme.

Slughorn came in and started the lesson, they had started learning about poly juice potions and now they were going to brew one today with their table partner.

It was a few more minutes before they actually started the process and Sybill got the ingredients while Bellatrix prepared their supplies. The two worked well together, it didn't take much talking and she knew Sybill was doing the correct thing so she didn't need to check over work.

"Who would you want to turn into?" Sybill asked, she was preparing the lacewing flies while Bellatrix crushed the bicorn horn.

"What?" Bellatrix asked, she stopped crushing and looked over at her partner,

"We're making a potion that turns you into someone else, so I asked who you'd want to turn into," Sybill said, she was monotone and methodical in her speaking.

Bellatrix continued crushing the horn and thought for a moment before answering, "Depended on what the situation was,"

"But there isn't anyone whose skin you want to be in?" She asked,

Bellatrix inhaled sharply, the conversation had caught her slightly off-guard. "Uhm, no." She said uncertainly, "Is there someone for you?"

"Maybe," Sybill said cryptically, and then the conversation fell silent.

Bellatrix continued to work in relative silence as she prepped the ingredients. Bellatrix didn't mind potions, It was hardly her favorite course but it was easy and methodical.

By the end of class, their potion had brewed successfully and they still had a little time left after cleaning up so they just sat together waiting. Bellatrix wanted to say something, which was new, she wanted to talk to Trelawney for some reason and Sybill seemed perfectly content to sit and let Bellatrix start the conversation.

"Do you have anywhere to be tonight?" Bellatrix asked, Sybill turned to look at her,

"No," She replied, Bellatrix nodded, she wasn't sure why this was so awkward. She never had to lead conversations like this because there was no one she particularly wanted to speak with.

Bellatrix had originally planned to invite Sybill to their little gathering but then decided not to out of worry that people would talk and find her strange; instead, she fell silent, and in a few minutes the bell rang and they were out.

Bellatrix scolded herself for her lack of skill in the conversation and swore she wouldn't let it happen again.

After lunch, she had a free and went to her dorm to unwrap whatever her family had sent her, though it was probably just from Walburga. She took the letter off and opened it, all it did was confirm that the gift was from Walburga and that Regulus had asked specifically to wish her a happy birthday. She put the letter away in her drawer which was considerably full after five years of correspondence between people, she didn't believe in getting rid of information.

Bellatrix opened the present her aunt sent her, an elegant emerald necklace. Of course, there was another note in the box because her aunt always had one more thing to say.

*To replace the simple bird skull you always wear.*

Bellatrix's hand reactively went to her neck and grasped Rita's necklace, the feeling was so familiar now, the weight was a part of her. She looked around as if someone would be in her room and then lifted her other hand to unclasp the necklace. She carefully placed the silver bird in the lid of the box and put on the new necklace. It fell to the same length as Rita's but it felt different on her skin. Bellatrix looked in the mirror, it was pretty and looked well on her.

With the new necklace on, Bellatrix clipped the old one around the strap of her bra. It was good to have it out of sight, out of mind, and she wasn't ready to stop wearing it. She'd done it for quidditch, so it was just one less thing. Besides, she reasoned that wearing emeralds to certain occasions and certainly not to sleep would hardly be acceptable, so she could sometimes wear the old necklace around her neck.

Bellatrix tucked the box away with her jewelry and left the room.

****

It was after dinner when Alecto brought Bellatrix up to the room that Eliza, Chloe, Alarice, and Rita shared now that they were having a little cake in.

"You planned this?" Bellatrix asked, the room had some balloons, not many and there were a couple of gifts for Bellatrix on the table that had the dark chocolate cake.

"Alarice and Alecto helped and it wasn't much trouble," Chloe said, "I hope you like it, I didn't want to go overboard but I didn't want it to look like there was no effort."

"It's really nice," Bellatrix said, she wasn't sure what the correct reaction and expression to make so she just left her face flat. In her mind, she was easy to read, but in reality, it was a nightmare, it was either everything at once or nothing there was no in-between for her emotions and her moods changed in an instant. She was either monotone or screaming and likes and dislikes were met with the same tone.

Narcissa could tell sometimes, and she decided that Bellatrix was happy so it was alright. If she had her way, there would've been no balloons and no formal presentation but it hadn't been her call so whatever.

"You have a bitchy face," Eliza said out of the blue, Bellatrix's head snapped to her, immediately on edge,

"Excuse me?" She said sharply, no one else moved,

"I read it in a fashion magazine, people have different expressions as their normal face, Alecto you always look pissed, Alarice looks like she wants to cry, and you look like you're a bitch," Eliza explained, "but none of those are true," she quickly added, "Alarice is perfectly happy,"

"Right," Bellatrix said slowly, her looked around the room, "You lot know boys can't get up the stairs for the girl's dorms right?"

"We're going down there with the cake later and meeting them but it's still early so we thought we'd give you your gifts now." Chloe said,

It was very nice with just the couple of girls but Bellatrix couldn't help glancing over to Rita's side of the room where all her things were and wondering where she was, and if she deliberately staying out of their way or not. Maybe Rita didn't want to see Bellatrix, maybe that's why she didn't push it, she probably hated Bellatrix more if anything. Whatever, Rita could feel however she liked.

After an hour or two they all went down to the common and met with Malfoy, Carrow, and Lestrange. The cake was good and Bellatrix wondered how they knew it was her favorite.

"What's the point of a cake that isn't sweet?" Lucius asked,

"It's sweet to me," Bellatrix replied,

"That's no surprise, you'd find a cactus soft." Malfoy retorted,

"You know what else I'd find soft Malfoy?!" Bellatrix exclaimed, putting her fork down rather harshly, and it was so out of character of her to say such a thing that everyone just started laughing.

"Up yours Black," Lucius muttered, at that, Bellatrix cracked a smile and continued eating her cake.

***

Rita stayed away from Slytherin's dungeons the entire day of October 13th, she just wanted to stay out of Trix's way. She could be okay with this, with the loathing and avoidance and Bellatrix denying who she was, she could handle her only feelings about it, what was difficult was the fucking air she took up. Her old bed was where Rita slept now, the other three had been claimed and there were two new people who had to be Bella's new friends who she had to live with when all she wanted was their hearts on the floor.

What was worse? Bellatrix didn't even know it, she was completely oblivious to her own presence. She saw weakness in herself no one else did, no one saw any weakness in her ever.

She was beautiful, Rita had thought it a million times and it would always be the first thing she thought when Bellatrix came to mind, she was so stunning, all legs and muscle and sharp angles and Rita felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs whenever Bellatrix entered or left. Beauty was the first thing Rita thought of, but it wasn't her favorite thing about Bella, that was her intelligence. From their earliest days, she solved everything in the blink of an eye, obviously, she was magic but she was really good at it and her biting wit made every conversation interesting. And then, there was the reason she loved Bellatrix, her ambition, it was like the one in Rita's soul, a craving, a need to be something, to create something that would leave a lasting mark. The never-satiated desire to rise as high as possible burned in both of them. It overcame everything else and everyone else.

She went to lessons and stayed in the library until she was chased out and she didn't really have somewhere to go so she just turned into a beetle and flew to the divination tower. She liked that room, the class was bullshit but the room was always comfortable and had a million pillows and blankets, and smelled like incense and tea.

*****
October 11th, 1966

It was hard to ignore Chloe, Alarice, and Alecto while they planned Bellatrix's little party in their dorm and Bellatrix was in the commons so Rita was stuck.

She was mad as well considering Bellatrix never even spoke with more than like 3 people who weren't family and now she had a group?

'Well they are related,' she thought bitterly.

Rita tuned into their conversation at one specific time and that was when cake was mentioned,

"I don't think she likes cake," Chloe said, "I've never seen her eat it,"

"She does," Rita interjected, she was sitting across the room from them but they all went silent and looked at her. "Dark chocolate, flourless, plain but soft. The house elves can make it."

Before they could reply Rita rushed out of the room as tears rushed down her cheeks. Usually, things didn't set her off like that but sometimes in the wrong moment it was bad, it was so strange to mourn someone still alive, someone right downstairs from you, it felt like seeing a ghost. **** October 15th, 1966

Today there was a match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Normally the two houses got along well but some people (boys) were insifferable, and the funny part was, the boys who were most obnoxious were the ones not on the team.

As captain, Bellatrix knew the other team captains because they met to make schedules. Ravenclaw's captain was a boy in 7th year named Joseph who was quite small and had ugly glasses and dirty hair. They shook hands before the match began and Bellatrix made sure to scourgify her hand afterwards.

It wasn't cold on the ground, but in the air, Bellatrix was slightly chill, she muttered a heating charm under her breath, and her fingers re-animated. She blinked through the tears that had gathered in her eyes and began searching for the snitch.

"Kicking off today's match we have Little Black racing across the pitch with the quaffle and a pass to Malfoy," Bellatrix didn't recognize the commentator's voice so she just ignored it for the most part.

Bellatrix's tactic was mainly just floating around the pitch looking, there were a few places the snitch tended to be so Bellatrix spent time watching those. She glanced at the scoreboard, 30-0, Narcissa was doing her job well.

Anyone who had any doubts about Bellatrix's ability to be captain was silenced after Slytherin took home the first match with a final score of 850-105. Bellatrix dove like a falcon when she caught sight of the snitch, it was in her palm before the other seeker knew what had happened.

Bellatrix didn't mind huge parties as long as they weren't for her and she gladly hung around for the victory party in the commons, a couple of Ravenclaws had come as well. Narcissa had begged to stay down for the party but Bellatrix had refused,

"You can go in 5th year," Bellatrix said and it was final. For the first time in a long time, Narcissa was actually upset with Bellatrix. She was old enough, she had turned 13 in August and Bellatrix knew it wasn't like she was going to drink or smoke or do anything like that.

Bellatrix didn't adore the idea of Cissa at the party but she was trustworthy so it would be bearable but Bellatrix didn't think it would be appropriate for Narcissa to watch her older sister do things she shouldn't when the lights were low.

Bellatrix didn't count it as misbehaving if no one knew it was you, she waited till everyone was either drunk or high before joining the fun and then it didn't matter how she behaved on alcohol when everyone's senses were impaired.

About an hour into the night, Bellatrix had her first drink. White liquor chased with lime, the taste was awful but the lime killed it and the second didn't seem so bad. Bellatrix walked back to the window, noticeably more relaxed to find Sybill sitting smoking, Bellatrix walked over to her and sat down, the cold air sobered her slightly which she wanted to avoid.

"Can I have some?" She asked, motioning to the spliff in Sybill's mouth,

"Sure," Sybill said, smoke came out of her mouth as she spoke and it wafted over Bellatrix as she took the roll from Sybill's hand and inhaled. Everything quieted and was a lot more pleasant, the alcohol mixed with cannabis was a nice mix between drunk, high, and sober. Bellatrix handed it back to her and she ran her nails through her hair as she leaned back and smiled at Bellatrix.

"I like the new necklace," She said, motioning towards the emeralds on Bellatrix's neck,

"Thank you," Bellatrix replied, it was slightly stiff, manners were difficult because as a woman you had to be pleasant, and to be pleasant, you had to appear silly or shy which Bellatrix despised. That was just how her father raised her, her mother raised Narcissa with all the grace and poise of a young lady while Bellatrix was trained to be a soldier. She would be more powerful than all of them and now she was Walburga's chosen student, over her own sons.

Sybill didn't reply and Bellatrix was left wondering what it was about her that drew Bellatrix in. Maybe it was what she had said at their first meeting, it had been grim but Sybill hadn't brought it up since and neither had Bellatrix. She was hardly high society, halfblood in the middle class, and she was strange from her appearance and mix of alternative muggle and witch clothing to the airy unconcerned way she spoke and moved. It captured Bellatrix's attention and she found herself closer and closer to Trelawney.

Sybill knew what was going on. Sybill was new to Bellatrix, but they were in the same year and everyone knew who Bellatrix was and when the eldest Black noticed her, she was careful. They didn't speak in public, other than in class, and Sybill didn't violate that because it was expected.

She stayed silent and let Bellatrix fill in the conversation, Sybill didn't find it particularly interesting but Bellatrix was pretty and she wasn't going to stop a pretty girl from talking to her. Unlike Bellatrix and Rita, Sybill knew who she was from a very early age and no one batted an eye because it was just another quirk.

"My cousin, Pandora would adore you," Bellatrix said, Merlin, she was starting school in 2 years,

"Why?" Sybill asked,

"Because she adores strange and unusual beings," Bellatrix replied,

"Then you must be her favorite relation," Sybill said cheekily and Bellatrix giggled, thankfully no one was watching them.

*****

October 17th, 1966

Rita was sitting in the library with her friend, she was trying to write her astronomy essay which was much harder without Bellatrix.

"Can I ask you something?" Jane asked, Rita sighed and laid down her quill, it was incredible how she could write pages for gossip and stories yet 6 inches of parchment was her undoing.

"Go ahead," Rita said,

"Are you and Lockhart like... together?" Jane asked,

"Ew. No." Rita replied, her face twisted into an expression of disgust,

"Well, you are together a lot." Jane replied, "Maybe he likes you."

"God I hope not," Rita said shortly, she wanted the conversation to be over.

"You'd be cute!" Jane protested,

"I don't like him like that!" Rita insisted. She didn't even spend that much time with Gilderoy, no one had batted an eye when she and Bellatrix were always together.

"Why?" Jane asked, "He's good looking,"

"No he isn't," Rita argued, "And besides, I don't like him as anything more than a friend, he's fun to have around but I wouldn't date him ever because he acts like it's 10 inches and is all talk no action. And that's naming the least of his flaws."

Jane laughed and let it drop which Rita was grateful for.

****

Back in her dorm, Rita cast a muffling spell around her bed and cast Lumos. She took the quill earrings and book broach Trix had given her long ago and transfigured them into the book and quill that she wrote in. So many pages were filled with things to say to Bellatrix, from little compliments to speeches.

Dear Trix

I miss you, I want you to know you can take it back, I'm giving you that option.
If you want to take what you did back you can and we can call it a mistake and
go back to being friends because I'm not mad or disgusted and I know you
didn't mean it. You can take it back, please, just come back.

Rita curled her arms around the book as tears streamed from her eyes and she felt like each breath was filling her lungs with water.

*****

October 17th, 1966

When I was born I'm told I didn't stop crying for the first 24 hours of my life, and then after that, I didn't cry.
Well, I did, just not in front of anyone, mostly. My first memory was when I was 3, Andromeda was 2 at the
time and mother was giving birth to Cissa. There were so many people in their house, Walburga and Mrs. Rosier
were with mother. Orion and Mr. Rosier were there with father, they were hoping it was a boy, a male heir for
the family. At this point, it had been 8 hours and everyone was worried because there was some problem
they called for the doctor and I was sitting outside Mother's room because I wanted to see her and he came up
and pushed past me like I didn't exist and the door swung open and I saw my Aunt and Grandmother covered in
my mother's blood. The doctor immediately started working and the two women backed up, Druella was
screaming bloody murder and I was standing in the way of the door and it was a few minutes before Walburga
looked over and saw me staring. She ushered me out and shut the door, I tried to push back in but she locked
it.
Narcissa was delivered after 20 hours in which both mother and child almost died. Cygnus was upset it was a
girl and asked when they would try again but the doctor's face turned grave and he said that there were too
many complications and that if Druella became pregnant again it would certainly kill her and the child. Father
was in such a rage, he drove everyone out of the house and I was so scared I hid in Andy's room but his
shouting woke her and she started crying and I couldn't stop her from crying and I was so scared that he was
going to hurt mother or Cissa or Andy. He came raging into Andromeda's room where I was trying to comfort
her but she was wailing and he was so red. I thought I was going to die and he stepped forward but he was
blocked by a barrier spell I had done. It was a powerful bit of magic, as a baby I had lifted little things all the
time and it was small magic, but this was different, I felt it being pulled from me by some involuntary action.
He stood there, dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what I had done, I thought he'd be more
upset but instead, he calmed down. From that point on, I was raised as his heir.

Chapter 70: Fifth year, 1966- I may never open up the way I did for you

Summary:

Guys I swear this is still a quill killer fanfic I SWEAR JUST GIMME A MOMENT PLS

Notes:

not relevant, but Rita would write fan-fiction

Chapter Text

October 31st, 1966

It was no good, Halloween would always remind Rita of Bellatrix and she didn't need that right now. Frankly, the month of October reminded her of Bellatrix, it was fitting that she and the scariest day shared a birth month.

To compensate, Rita decided to release another article at tonight's feast. The key to not having the teachers on your back was to make sure only the students knew about it, so instead of some grand display, the article would simply appear under their plates.

It wasn't a brilliant feat of magic; the house elves did it all the time, so it wasn't complicated, but it was efficient and effective. Nothing particularly interesting happened and the page was dull but Rita had done her best to spice it up, even when she had to exaggerate the truth.

Rita tried not to look at Bellatrix, she told herself it was because Trix didn't want her looking, but the real reason was because it hurt too much. It was impossible to look at Bellatrix without tears welling in her eyes or pain in her chest so she avoided it most of the time except she couldn't help it when Trix would read whatever she had written. All of Rita desperately wanted Bellatrix's approval in everything even now that they didn't speak and she felt a flutter when Bellatrix's lips twisted into a smile while they followed the ink from Rita's quill. It felt like when you lend your friend chapstick and now you've indirectly kissed. She couldn't talk to Bella but it was almost like she was and Bellatrix chose to listen.

"Rita?" her friend's voice made her turn back.

"What?" Rita snapped, it was harsher than she had meant to be and she softened "Sorry,"

"It's fine," Jane replied, "You were just staring daggers into Black which you might not want to do." That was something else that had surprised Rita, people were actually scared of Trix, sometimes she was scary when she was angry but Rita wasn't scared of her. She asked one of her other friends why people ducked out of her way a while ago, she hadn't noticed it before, and her friend just shook her head and said, "When you're on the receiving end of one of her curses you'll know. People are sent to Azkaban for less than what she does at school!"

Bellatrix had avoided cursing people in front of Rita, occasionally it did happen but when it did those were just small ones. Part of it was because she wasn't in the mood to curse people with Rita, and part of it was because she just didn't want Rita to see it. She didn't think it was wrong to curse them, but no one knew how to respond when she did things like that, and normally shocking people into silence was a strong suit of hers but she didn't like wasting time with Rita. Well, once upon a time, they could both remember a time, just five years ago on Halloween when there was no one closer. Rita clung to that, her nails dug in as it drifted further from her mind. Bellatrix pushed it away but it just kept floating back to the front of her mind and she was left bathing in memories as each feeling knocked into her like a wave and sent her spinning, confused, and breathless.

****

November 3rd, 1966

It was almost midnight and Bellatrix couldn't sleep, her insomnia had returned and her sleep was interrupted by nightmares, a lot of them from when she was a child and she would end up back in that body. Those were the worst, when she was powerless again, she'd get up and shower under freezing water just to shake it off. It was good that she slept alone because she'd wake up screaming or thrashing, and often spent nights awake pacing about the room.

She slipped out of bed and with a wave of the hand illuminated the candles on her desk. She slid into her chair and pulled out the book she had begun to write in, she kept it in her locked drawer because if any of the secrets got out to anyone... Bellatrix tried not to think about the person who had given her the advice to 'write it all out' as she picked up her quill and flipped to the next blank page.

November 3rd, 1966

When Aunt Walburga got pregnant everything changed again. Hope for a male heir had not yet been lost and
while father had been harsh on mother for the past few years, he was worse then. Aunty spent a lot of time
with me at that point as well, I think she knew she wouldn't be the same after the baby. I had a couple of tutors
at the time who were specialized in various subjects for my schooling instead of our governess. Sirius was born
today and I was too young to watch the actual process but I didn't want to anyway, I was still horrified by
what I saw happen to mother, I still am. If I had to pick a fear, it would be childbirth and pregnancy, and having
in general. I'd be the worst mother ever, I had the worst mother ever, besides, Rudolphus isn't exactly a picture
of fatherly affection, the house would be large and cold and empty and the child would be alone and sad and
in the way. I won't do it to myself of them.
So, Sirius was born and my aunt was out of commission and father hated mother and I hated Sirius. Mother
hated me at this point, I think it started when I was five and just got worse, she yelled at me all the time and
cursed me with stinging jinxes if I did something wrong. She called me a horrid little creature, I think she saw
father in me. When it was worse for mother, it was worse for me. I think that's why I don't have much sympathy
for her when father is angry, it's hard to feel compassion for someone who caused so much pain.
I remember one specific time, mother was embroidering and I came into the room to give her a card I had made
for Mother's Day, and before I could even say a word she was yelling at me for interrupting her. She cursed me
and sent me to my room for the rest of the day, I stopped loving her at that moment. It was clear I was her
biggest regret and worst creation, so while my Aunt had abandoned me, father was too focused being angry
to have time for me, Cissa and Andy were too young and I was all alone with the witch. If I was sitting in my
room I would be as quiet as possible, too scared to even move in case she'd come in and yell at me. I didn't
have any peaceful hours for a while when she was in the house.
For some people, childhood has its best memories, but for me, it had the worst. The house was haunted by
the hate that filled it. I was always scared because I was so small and so powerless, when I was scared, I
promised myself that when I was older I wouldn't be. Someday, I'll be powerful enough that I don't fear
anything.

*****

November 5th, 1966

Rita had been pacing around the library waiting for quidditch practice to be over and for Alecto to get back. Bellatrix wasn't sleeping, Rita could tell by the way she looked and acted and it wasn't good for anyone.

Alecto walked in and Rita immediately pulled her into a corner, "Is Bellatrix ok?" she asked, it was redundant because she knew the answer was no.

"Merlin," Alecto gasped, "Give me a moment,"

"She's not okay and she isn't sleeping, and if she says she's fine it's a lie and you need to fix her before it gets worse because when it gets worse, and it will get worse, you can't do anything," Rita said this all very quickly and then she stared at Alecto waiting for a reply.

"She bit my head off when I brought it up," Alecto said in her defense "I can't do anything, talk with Cissa." Rita took a breath to calm herself down, Bellatrix was going to destroy herself again and Rita couldn't do anything to stop it.

"I don't know how you can watch her waste away and not do something!" Rita exclaimed,

"Let her be a moody bitch, she made it all this time without anyone, she'll be fine," Alecto replied, she stepped back, "I'm gonna go change now, bye Skeeter." and she turned and left.

*****

Bellatrix knew it was a bad idea, it was nearly curfew but she needed to sleep tonight so she was standing outside Ravenclaw tower, she wasn't going to go in, she just needed someone to ask Sybill to come out, but it was just a few more minutes and everyone was probably inside, screw it. She pulled up the hood of her cloak and stepped up to the bronze knocker of the door, well she'd find out if she could've been a Ravenclaw this way.

The brass doorknocker spoke "You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present. But the future will never taint me."

"Can't you ask me about potions? Or something with a real answer?" Bellatrix asked impatiently, the doorknocker didn't reply and she had a feeling it wouldn't until she produced the answer.

Bellatrix tried to reason it out, but there was nothing that didn't rot in time. She guessed a few answers and all were wrong, she was going to go back when the doors opened and Sybill slipped out. Bellatrix jumped slightly, startled, "How did you know I was out here?"

"Good luck," Sybill said, Bellatrix stared at her for a moment before remembering why she was there.

"Do you care to go for a smoke?" She asked stiffly, it felt rude to just ask for a fag or spliff when she was out past curfew for practically no reason.

Sybill was never one to turn down an excuse to smoke and didn't mind being out past curfew, apparently, she did it a lot but Bellatrix never saw her on prefect rounds. "I'll grab a blunt and we can go up the divination dower," She said, and she turned back to the door-knocker,

"You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present. But the future will never taint me." It repeated the question from earlier,

"I thought it didn't repeat questions?" Bellatrix asked, "That's what Hogwarts A History said,"

"It doesn't," Sybill replied,

"It gave me that riddle," Bellatrix said

"It repeats until someone says the correct answer," Sybill replied, she fell silent and Bellatrix didn't interrupt because she looked focused. "A memory," She said after about 20 seconds, and the door bloody opened.

"Oh come on," Bellatrix sneered under her breath as Sybill walked in and the doors shut behind her. "Give me another," She demanded,

"Hope is a thing with ..." And it stopped talking, Bellatrix figured it must be broken and the first part of the riddle seemed ridiculous anyway.

When Sybill was back, the two hurried up the stairs to the divination tower where they partly opened a window and sat beside it with the comfortable pillows and blankets. Bellatrix relaxed quickly and felt better, technically it wasn't drugs or delinquency, she was just self-medicating.

Sybill didn't talk, Bellatrix appreciated that at this moment because the last thing she wanted to do was talk. Bellatrix rested her cheek on the cool glass as she watched Sybill exhale smoke rings into the classroom and then dissipate them with her wand.

"How do you do that?" Bellatrix asked,

"Make a silent O sound," She replied, passing Bella the spliff, she tried twice and then had to stop because she was getting dizzy but she didn't do it properly and Sybill laughed.

"Where do you even get this?" Bellatrix asked,

"Wouldn't you like to know Miss Prefect," Sybill replied with a smirk,

"I'm just as guilty as you," Bellatrix replied, and Sybill shrugged,

"True, but I'm still not telling you," She said, her hair was pulled into a messy bun and blonde curls fell in front of her face in a becoming way.

"Why not?" Bellatrix asked, she was too high to be angry, it crossed her mind that maybe the reason she liked Sybill was because in her mind she was synonymous with this feeling.

"I wouldn't have anything to hold over you," Sybill said, "Nothing you keep you coming at all hours of the night," Bellatrix turned red, she was sure Sybill hadn't meant it that and it was nothing to freak out over but god she never blushed like that with anyone other than Rita. She brushed it off as being high.

Sybill watched Bellatrix squirm with amusement, she knew Bellatrix was at least bi, that was another piece of information she held above Bellatrix's head. She'd figure it out soon enough but she had to reach for it.

*****

November 10th, 1966

Bellatrix was back to nightmares 2 nights later and instead of bothering Sybill, she sat down at her desk.

10/11/66

When Regulus was born, I stood in the room, I shut my eyes so tight but it didn't matter because everyone rushed around
me and no one really cared because Walburga was having problems in delivery. When he was finally born, they handed
Regulus to me to take to Orion and Cygnus and I just wanted to get out of there. Then I remembered who I was going to.
Regulus was so tiny in my arms and I didn't want them to have him, they were sure to break him or something. Walburga
had still been having problems when I left and I was so scared she was going to die, I walked around the house with
Regulus before I went and hid us away with Kreature who was all too happy to have the "little master, and queen of the
castle" as he called us. We hid away for a few hours and it was so nice before I knew I had to go and present the child,
No one ever found out, Kreature was a good secret keeper and no one else had come out because they were still busy
with my aunt who was also told she couldn't have another child because of complications.
Cygnus was livid when the second child was a boy as well after all daughters. I remember I was with Walburga when
she was still getting better and she said after her first son people treated her "like a bitch with a prize pup who everyone
wants to breed" I didn't understand it at the time.
After that, I had no hope of being the heir, and father practically left me to mother who taught me etiquette but
she claimed I was "too stiff" to teach grace. I spent more time with my sisters and cousins taking care of them, they
became my responsibility and their mistakes resulted in hexes thrown at me. Sirius was the most troublesome,
followed by Andromeda, I ended up on the receiving end of cruses because of them all the time. It was almost poetic
justice when they ended up receiving my curses and I was permitted to do as I pleased, just proof that if they just shut
up and sat down they could get out and maybe even learn something.
They are a waste of pure blood, they have power passed through centuries and money amassed over empires and every
knowledge at their fingertips and they just push against it like it's something to fight instead of something to embrace.

Bellatrix shut the book and exhaled deeply before locking it back up, as she turned the key she found the irony in the fact that Rita wrote and needed the world to see it but Bellatrix would actually kill to keep her writings locked up.

****

November 11th, 1966

"What's your least favourite part of being a prefect?" Alecto asked, Bellatrix blew out a breath,

"Probably having to go to Hogsmeade sometimes," Bellatrix replied,

"That's an insane answer," Alecto commented,

"Well go on and share yours," Bellatrix replied flippantly,

"I don't like the meetings; they're boring," Alecto said. The two were on rotation that evening, and they still had another half hour before they could return to their rooms. "What's your favourite part?"

"Good excuse as to why I'm where I shouldn't be." Bellatrix replied, she needed her midnight walks, it killed her to be still when she couldn't sleep.

"I like the single room," Alecto said. No offense to you or our former dormmates." Bellatrix just rolled her eyes. She and Alecto didn't talk about anything substantial; it just wasn't in the nature of their relationship, but they said enough. Alecto wondered if she should bring up the sleeping thing again, but ultimately, she didn't make up her mind before they got back to the common room.

**

Bellatrix waited a few hours before getting up and going to the Divination Tower to meet Sybill.

"You don't talk much," Bellatrix remarked as she and Sybill were back in their normal position,

"Neither do you," She retorted, Bellatrix smiled, she knew this wasn't going to last, it was already too much of a habit and she couldn't rely on it. The thought brought her down so she just smoked more, more than she should have and she got very giggly very quickly which Sybill found amusing, she wouldn't have thought Bellatrix would be like this, frankly she had worried Bellatrix would get paranoid or something because of of uptight she was.

"I thought you were really weird when we first met," Bellatrix said, she was trying not to laugh as she spoke so her words were punctuated with giggles.

"You still think I'm weird," Sybill replied,

"Yes, but it's good sometimes," Bellatrix said, she thought she was keeping Sybill at arm's length, and partially she was but at the end of the day it was Sybill's choice, she didn't need a fucking target on her back and Bellatrix drew attention no matter how much she pushed away from it.

She watched Sybill lean up and blow smoke out of the crack in the window and her shirt rose slightly and Bellatrix's eyes fixed on her olive skin and the way her waist looked. Butterflies, a year ago she'd have freaked out and scrambled to the chapel but Aunt Walburga had very kindly fixed that problem.

Bellatrix's breath quickened slightly and she flushed as a heat crept up her. "You alright?" Sybill asked, if Bellatrix Black got hurt right now she was so fucked.

"I feel hot," Bellatrix complained, breathy and squirming. Sybill shifted and leaned forward to feel Bellatrix's forehead. One of her arms held herself up over Bellatrix.

"You feel normal," Sybill said. She started to pull away, but Bellatrix placed the back of her hand against the side of Sybill's neck, and their eyes met. She just needed to get this out of her system, and she could go and marry Rudolphus with this urge in the back of her mind. It's not like it counted; it was just a one-time thing. Sybill looked at her surprised. She wasn't against it; she just hadn't thought Bellatrix would be able to.

From a young age, the whole purity thing was drilled into her but it never talked about women because they didn't even want them to know it existed because it wasn't an option. So technically, this didn't count.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sybill asked, and the answer was no. She had no clue what she was doing or what she was supposed to do, but she wasn't going to admit that. So she nodded because there was no way in hell she was going to let Sybill be in control.

Bellatrix stumbled through messy kissing as she tried to figure out where her hands were supposed to go and Sybill would've been content to watch her struggle with her pride but she quickly figured out she wanted this just as much.

****

Bellatrix left and Sybill didn't try to stop her because she knew better, and Bellatrix rushed back to Slyherin's common room. It was insane, it was wild, she was so screwed and it felt so good and she loved it and gods it was such a rush! She was smiling and blushing and she felt like how Eliza acted around boys.

And then it slowed down, wore off, and she was hit with what had just happened and she wasn't high anymore and she felt dirty and guilty. It had been stupid and reckless and she didn't even, she wasn't like that, she wasn't queer.

****

November 12th, 1966

Sybill gave Bellatrix space, and she pretended nothing had happened and that was exactly what Bellatrix needed but it was killing Sybill because she cared more than she liked to admit and she knew she shouldn't because it was Bellatrix.

"Are you sleeping?" Narcissa broke Bellatrix out of her daze,

"Yes, I'm sleeping," Bellatrix groaned, she was tired of people asking her stupid questions and god she just wanted people to shut up all the time and she was irritable, more so really. She had cursed 9 people that day for talking too loudly while she was reviewing, or annoying her, or being a mudblood, or if someone looked at her. They were fine, mostly, the nurse was just as good at healing as Bellatrix was at jinxing, she vowed to top the nurse's skill at some point, it was good practice.

Narcissa was tagging along to the library where Bellatrix was meeting Chloe and Alarice to work on A-arithmancy.

The library was fairly empty and Bellatrix sat down with her friends and they started working in whispers.

Bellatrix wasn't really working, her mind was too preoccupied with going over last night. She could easily call it a mistake, brush it off as a failed experiment or just excuse it on the fact she had been high; all she had to do was give herself an excuse and she could move on. All she had to do was want it to be over, but it was so good, and it wasn't hurting anything so what use was it to shut it down?

It had felt like electricity, it was almost frightening how much she had needed it and now that she had it she wanted more. It was more addicting than the drugs, but the high was so much better. All Bellatrix could think about was Rita, what she was like, how she felt, how she looked, what it would be like with her. She imagined her nails raking through Rita's hair who would take it so beautifully, and it was consuming her every thought and fantasy.

During potions, Sybill tried to pretend everything was normal so she didn't scare Bellatrix off but it was hard when she kept running her tongue over her lips remembering how Bellatrix had been there. It had felt like she had the air knocked out of her, Bellatrix was a fast learner who made up for every lack with confidence, she put power and passion into everything she touched because she was just brimming with it and Sybill was certain she would give her anything she asked for.

****

13/11/66

It started when I was 7, at least that's the first time I remember it. I don't think about it if I can help it
but some nights like this I wake up and I can still feel his hands on me. I was so scared of him for my
whole life, he was untouchable and I was at his mercy. I don't know how much everyone else knew about
what he was doing but I was foolish to think I was saving anyone by letting him hurt me. I can't help
but feel guilty that I didn't stop him earlier, I could've saved Cissa and Reg that way.
I can't remember half of what happened, I don't know how far he went and every memory of him is
distorted into a super-natural nightmare conjured by my subconscious, sometimes I wonder if I made it
all up.

*****

November 17th, 1966

Bellatrix slipped out of bed again and made her way to the divination tower, the chances of Sybill being there were low, but it was worth it. It had taken her a while, but she finally got over the initial panic, and she wanted to feel that high again.

Sybill had come to the tower every night and waited; she had slept there a few times now on the off-chance Bellatrix would come. It was stupid and a little pathetic, but Sybill didn't care because she just needed it.

***

From that point on, it became a bit of a habit. Every few nights, Bellatrix would meet Sybill in the tower, sometimes just smoking, sometimes doing more. In the morning, it was always the same. They pretended to be nothing more than acquaintances, but acquaintances didn't know the taste of each other's lips.

Bellatrix was in a state of discovery, and one of her new ones was that she definitely had the addict gene, and while she despised alcohol because of the fucking smell, she had no problem taking something else. No one would know because she was Bellatrix, her work was the same, and her mood swung as usual. The great thing about the drugs was she could sleep and calm down because, unfortunately, her nervous system couldn't tell the difference between being held at gunpoint and making a mistake.

She didn't know what she was doing with Sybill or what she thought it was, but that didn't bother Bellatrix too much. Sybill spent hours each night in the divination tower waiting for Bellatrix because she refused to follow a schedule or communicate. Sybill knew Bellatrix was just using her at this point but in a twisted turn of events she had become infatuated. Maybe if Belltrix really cared for Sybill, it would be different, but now the mystery was over, and the glimmer had faded. She wasn't RIta.

What did bother her was the question of what Rita was up to. Most of the time, Bellatrix could feel Rita's eyes burning into her shamelessly. When Bellatrix met her gaze, Rita would just smile and maybe twirl her hair a little. Bellatrix would be lying to say that it didn't excite her but a lot had changed over the past year and neither of them were the same person they used to be, for better or worse. They stood on uneven ground and Bellatrix loved testing herself by stepping into danger.

Chapter 71: Fifth year, 1966- Illicit affairs

Summary:

Bellatrix: I'm not queer

Also Bellatrix: *Has only ever had relations with women and does not want to have them with men*

Everyone else: .....

Me: HEHEHEHEHE

Readers: *slowly going insane*

Me: *already insane*

Notes:

Chat I've been writing this fic for like a year now... I fear I'm too deep into this

Chapter Text

November 25th, 1966

Rita had noticed a few things she had been choosing to ignore for everyone's sake. She ignored that Bellatrix didn't wear her necklace anymore, she ignored that she was smoking, she ignored every action of her family members. But Rita could no longer ignore Bellatrix's sneaking out in the middle of the night. Curiosity got the better of her, and so she waited, as a beetle, in the common room for Bellatrix, and when she appeared, Rita followed.

She was surprised to find that Sybill Trelawney, some Ravenclaw freak in their year, was who Bellatrix was sneaking out to meet. Again, curiosity won over, and she needed to know what they were up to, so she stayed and watched. The drugs were reason enough for Bellatrix to be there, and Rita was satisfied with her answer, or she was until Bellatrix pulled Sybill into a fucking kiss.

Rita was frozen for a long moment, rooted in place, unsure of what to do. She knew she probably should leave; it wasn't her business, and Bellatrix wasn't hers, but she stuck her nose into all kinds of business that wasn't hers, and as a journalist, she had a responsibility to write the truth, and this was just another story. Still, she couldn't watch, and so she left, leaving herself to agonize over just how far they had gone.

****

November 26th, 1966

Rita would have to leave Bellatrix's name out of it. Once she had calmed down, she came to that realization because there was no way it would end favorably for her. What she could do was drag Sybill and allude to an illicit affair; it would be enough of a threat, and speculation might do just as well, she may even throw in a few clues.

****

For the next few days, Rita watched Sybill for information and found enough that would get her expelled, between the weed and other drugs, she was looking at a possible felony.

Sybill was high pretty much all the time and getting high with other people. She faded into the background, so no one paid much attention, but Rita locked onto her like it would be her big break in journalism; she just wanted to see the bitch fall.

*****

December 1st, 1966

"Happy birthday, Rita!" Most of the common room had joined in congratulations over the music.

Her friends had all gathered in the common room to throw a party, plus it coincided with a Slytherin quidditch match. Rita had been on the fence about doing that because Bellatrix would surely be there, but something was different with her. Rita couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt the shift. What did she have to lose by pushing it?

Bellatrix had been phenomenal on the broom; the whole team was incredible, and they dominated the field. Bellatrix was more tolerant of the attention she received because it came with her status, and it was just something to accept. Bellatrix was more social at parties now, but she was still reserved. Now, she stood at the edge of the room with some potion in her hand, and her eyes locked onto Rita, who was dancing with some girls Bellatrix vaguely recognized.

"Should a prefect be drinking?" Alecto asked cheekily and Bellatrix turned to her friend with a smile,

"It's too sweet to be considered alcohol," Bellatrix retorted, "and frankly gross," she peered into the cup with a distasteful expression, the cup was practically full if that was any indication of how much she liked it. Alecto smiled and took the drink from Bellatrix to try it,

"Tastes good to me," Alecto said with a shrug,

"Well, you can have it," Bellatrix said, happy to be rid of the drink. Bellatrix's gaze drifted back to Rita, who had been sneaking glances back toward Bellatrix as she was speaking with Alecto. Alecto followed her friend's line of sight, and she sighed,

"You could talk to her," Alecto said, "I know you don't know this or just won't accept it, but she has always loved you in whatever definition you want for that word." Bellatrix exhaled deeply and glared at Alecto sideways.

Maybe if it hadn't been such an injury to her pride, she could have managed, but approaching Rita was synonymous with resigning, and Bellatrix never forfeited.

Rita was doing her best to act like Bellatrix didn't exist. If she wanted Sybill, then so be it, but soon enough, Sybill wouldn't be there. The article was practically done; she just needed to proofread until there were no mistakes, and she'd make sure the teachers all got this one.

A few drinks later, Rita was actually starting to forget Bellatrix existed, and her focus was on her friends and a group of boys who were doing something stupid.

Bellatrix was smoking by the window; she preferred it to drinking now, and she was more in control. Still, she was relaxed enough that her eyes were undoubtedly fixed on Rita, who was hammered. Most everyone was at this point, so no one cared, and no one noticed Bellatrix. This was the point where she might start to dance a little or joke with her friends, but that would get her too close to Rita, so she just watched.

Rita wore witch clothes all the time now. She had muggle clothes, but Bellatrix hated everything muggle, and Rita was starting to agree, she would never take it as far but it was just a fact that they were better.

Rita twirled a little too quickly, and the room continued to spin after she had stopped. She stumbled to the side and nearly fell over. Bellatrix looked around, but everyone was just as drunk, and her gaze returned to Rita, who looked like she was on the verge of throwing up, she was also about to be crushed as people started jumping around to whatever song had been put on. Bellatrix took a long drag of her spliff before putting it out and hurrying over to grab Rita.

She pushed through people too inebriated to part for her and made her way over to Rita before grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the crowd. Rita stumbled behind her, too drunk to know what was happening.

Bellatrix wove through the common room to her dorm with Rita in tow. She took her to the bathroom because if Rita threw up, she didn't want it to be in her room, even if she could clean it with a spell. Bellatrix got a glass and filled it with water. She handed it to Rita but Rita pushed her hand away.

"Drink," Bellatrix said, "It will help," Rita shook her head and gave a slurred response that sounded negative. She thought about just imperio-ing Rita but decided not to because she was too high. Instead, she resorted to another form of coercion. "Please," She asked. Rita's head was drooping down, and Bellatrix placed her hand beneath Rita's jaw and brought her to make eye contact.

Rita's intoxicated brain was finally catching up with the fact that Bellatrix was in front of her, that they were alone, and now that Trix's cold hand was touching her. Her mouth gaped open, Bellatrix took advantage of her freeze and poured water into her mouth. Rita was much more compliant after that, and Bellatrix backed off after two glasses.

Rita was coherent now, enough that she remembered she was mad at Bellatrix, and seeing her just sitting right in front of her with an expression no one but Rita would know was one of concern. As if she cared. It angered her further and in a second she was seething and she needed to lash out at Bellatrix, she wanted to hurt her.

"Do you do this for Trelawney as well?" Rita spit, it was a dig that would hurt had Rita been correct in her estimation of the extent of Bellatrix's feelings for Sybill. There was no mistaking what she was implying, and Bellatrix knew she knew, but it didn't hurt her; it merely made her defensive.

"How..." Bellatrix was at a loss for words and Rita smiled, she had the upper hand now.

"I noticed you sneaking out at all hours and I followed you." Rita explained, "It would've been bad journalism to leave that stone unturned." Rita dangled the threat in the air and Bellatrix aimed to eliminate it.

"You wouldn't." Bellatrix snarled, Rita raised her eyebrows tauntingly as if to say 'Try me'. Silence hung for a moment before Rita called her own bluff,

"Maybe not your name," Rita said, "Your little friend, however..." Rita tsked and inhaled sharply, "Hogwarts doesn't take too kindly to illegal substances, especially at school."

Maybe Bellatrix didn't particularly care about Sybill as an entity, but she cared about her because of what she provided. "Why?" Bellatrix asked, "Just to screw with me? Do you really hate me that much?"

"How could I not?!" Rita asked, her voice rising in volume, "You- you swoop in, and you were my best friend, and I loved you for years, and then I just couldn't help it! I thought I was crazy and imagining everything, the way you looked at me and what you would do! It was really fucking cruel, Trix!" Tears welled in Rita's eyes, and all of her anger and hate melted into sadness. "And you're fucking incredible! I can't even see why you would be with her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Bellatrix yelled, cutting Rita off before she could continue her rambling rant.

"God, Trix! You fucking kissed me and then just ignored me for a fucking year while I thought you were just confused or whatever, and meanwhile, you're... whatever is happening with you and Trelawney!" It was hard to understand Rita as she spoke through tears and gasping breaths, but she was also screaming, so it was slightly less impossible.

Still, Bellatrix came to a conclusion based on the facts presented that couldn't be false if her information was correct, but that couldn't be true. She must have misunderstood something Rita said because from where she was standing, it looked like Rita at least felt something. "What are you saying?" Bellatrix asked, her voice hardly above a whisper and it calmed Rita down.

Rita looked up at Bellatrix with a lump in her throat. Bellatrix's hands were on her knees as she sat on the edge of the bath, looking at Rita, who was cross-legged on the tile floor. She had mascara on her face, and her coral lipstick was smudged. Slowly, giving Bellatrix plenty of time to push her away, Rita moved closer to the point where they were face to face, and Bellatrix could smell sour apple witch's brew on her breath. Rita's eyes flickered to Bellatrix's lips and then back to her eyes. When Bellatrix didn't pull back, Rita moved her hand up to rest on Bellatrix's neck behind her ear. Bellatrix closed her eyes and leaned into Rita's hand almost imperceptibly, almost, and Rita closed the distance between them.

It was slow and tentative until it wasn't because Bellatrix didn't do things in halves, and Rita wanted everything she could get.

Bellatrix was in charge, and when Rita finally coaxed her shirt off she saw the raven skull necklace attached to the strap of Bellatrix's undergarment. Her hand touched the silver as she felt it in her hand. "I thought you quit wearing it," Rita commented,

"I never took it off," Bellatrix whispered, "Every time I felt it, I thought of you,"

Rita's hands found the clasp of the necklace and undid it, letting the jewelry drop into her hand before fastening it around Bellatrix's neck once more. "I prefer it there," Rita said, and Bellatrix would happily leave it there.

****

December 2nd, 1966

In the morning, Bellatrix woke up intertwined with Rita beneath the covers of her bed. It was a Sunday, and so Bellatrix waited, hardly moving to breathe while Rita slept, partly because she looked so pretty and partly because she was scared something would be different in the light when they were both sober. It's not like everything was magically better, they still couldn't tell anyone, Bellatrix was still going to marry Rudolphus, she still wasn't queer, and Rita still had blackmail.

Because everything ended, Rita woke up, and for a moment, she was happy. However, Bellatrix's mood had already been soured by the unpleasant thoughts that accompanied reality. Rita could see it in the crease between her brows and the quirk of her mouth; a person could only change so much. "Just be happy for a bit longer," Rita begged, and so Bellatrix was.

"How are you not hungover?" Bellatrix asked, finding it easier to move to a lighter subject than she anticipated. Rita shrugged,

"I have a tolerance," She said,

"Utter crap," Bellatrix replied "You would be sick all day in 4th year,"

"I got better!" Rita exclaimed, and Bellatrix smirked, it was nice to pretend.

**

For two hours, they talked, laughed, and cried, sometimes lapsing into silence when one of them became distracted, but they never let go of each other.

Bellatrix had prefect duty in a little over an hour, and they needed to talk before she left and she needed to get ready.

When they lapsed into silence again, Rita was absentmindedly tracing on Bellatrix's shoulder, and Bellatrix took a breath before broaching the subject.

"We can't tell anyone," She said, and Rita pursed her lips, she didn't want to talk about it but their time was up for now.

"I know," Rita said, her tone was petulant,

"We need to talk now," Bellatrix said,

"I know," Rita repeated. Bellatrix waited for a moment, and Rita groaned before sitting up to be level with Trix.

"You need to get rid of that article," Bellatrix said Rita's face soured, and jealousy stirred inside of her, she didn't like thinking about Bellatrix and another girl right now.

"Why?" Rita asked, but it was redundant and they fell back into silence.

"We'll need an excuse as to why we're not at odds," Bellatrix said, and Rita perked up before Bellatrix said that, she figured it was over and that Bellatrix would go back to whatever it was she wanted to do.

"You're not running away again?" Rita asked, and Bellatrix would be offended if she could've defended that she hadn't run away, but she most definitely had.

"No," Bellatrix sighed, "I'm not, but it's not like everything is solved, and I'm leaving in an hour for prefect duty, and no one can see you leave."

Rita wanted to ask why, but they both knew she knew why, and neither had any illusions about what needed to happen. "What then?" She asked, "Do we just act how we were before..." She didn't have the words to describe the time that had passed. Deep down, both of them knew it could never be like before, but it was the simplest thing, and so Rita assured Bellatrix she'd get rid of the article, and Bellatrix came up with the story that it had been due to Rita's association with blood traitors that they had been at odds but not they were on the same side.

Rita was reluctant to use this because most of her friends who had come to her without Bellatrix were halfbloods or what Bellatrix would consider beneath. Rita knew logically that technically she was in that same group but she tried to ignore what that meant.

It was a smart move on Bellatrix's part, no matter what she always had an angle and she wasn't stupid. Rita was a risk and she knew a lot, too much. This way, if they did fall into odds again, which was certain, Rita would be isolated and much less powerful. Moves and countermoves, sometimes that was all the relationship felt like.

Bellatrix left, and Rita turned into an animagus and flew back to her dorm, where everyone was asleep. She turned back once she was in her bed and pretended to have been there all along, though no one questioned her or even noticed the marks on her lower neck. She tried to keep her head on straight because Bellatrix wasn't stable, but it was hard to stay focused when Bellatrix was so enthralling.

Rita didn't destroy the article, that would be stupid. Instead, she locked it away with her other secret writings. When Bellatrix asked later, Rita looked her in the eyes and assured her it had been burned, Bellatrix believed her.

*****

December 5th, 1966

They waited a few days before showing people that whatever feud they had was over, and Bellatrix did this by sitting with Rita in the common room, talking animatedly in the morning, and then having Rita sit with them at breakfast.

People had questions just as they expected, and they recited what they rehearsed. Rita had to break off a few people for show, which led a few people to break away from her. Bellatrix told Rita she'd broken it off with Sybill, but Bellatrix wasn't ready to burn that bridge. It certainly wasn't cheating because it wasn't a relationship, but it was duplicitous and Bellatrix had to lie to Sybill and Rita with the knowledge that it would be easily discovered if the two ever spoke.

She told Sybill she'd have to be at a distance for a while because of the threat Rita had made about the article, and when Sybill told Bellatrix she didn't care, Bellatrix quickly adapted and shifted it to seem like she would be caught in the cross-fire. The bonus was that Sybill had sympathy for Bellatrix's sleeping problem and told her who she could talk to about getting stuff and Bellatrix had no shortage of money.

Narcissa and Alecto were confused and Bellatrix had no choice but to tell them the situation with the barest detail and only because they already knew Bellatrix's affections. Narcissa didn't like it one bit and didn't trust Rita at all but Bellatrix wasn't in the mood to hear her sister's opinions or concerns on the matter and Alecto didn't have a horse in the race.

****

When Narcissa and Bellatrix were alone, the former decided to re-address her concerns to the latter. "Rita isn't trustworthy, and you can't possibly think it will last." Narcissa reasoned, "I beg of you to see my point and heed my warnings, sister. I fear this will only bring pain and problems."

Bellatrix smiled and looked at her sister, but there was a predatory glint in her eyes. "I hear your concerns, Narcissa," She said, and her smile twisted into a glare, "If you have such an issue with it, you're free to place yourself elsewhere."

Narcissa relented and let the matter drop. Perhaps if Bellatrix knew she was losing Narcissa as an ally, she'd be kinder to her sister, but as much as she hated to admit it, Rita had sway over her.

****

December 9th, 1966

Bellatrix and Rita were friends in public and some twisted version of lovers in private. Rita's animagus form became just as good for sneaking in and out of Trix's room as it was for getting gossip. For now, everything was perfect because you value air so much more after you've been deprived of it. Bellatrix didn't mind lying to Rita, it didn't weigh on her conscience, and Rita didn't feel bad about her secrets either.

In public, it was perfectly acceptable for them to be close, they were just really good friends. Besides, no one was going to question Bellatrix Black about anything. Anyone who had been on the receiving end of her jinxes was glad she was with Rita because it put her in a better mood.

Sybill found it odd for Bellatrix to be so close to someone who was apparently threatening her with blackmail, deep down, she knew she was being lied to, but it was nicer to trust Bellatrix.

Rita noticed Sybill staring at Bellatrix, it wasn't obvious but Rita was already looking for it. She didn't like it and she glared daggers into Sybill, intentionally getting closer to Bellatrix anytime she noticed the Ravenclaw's gaze.

They were sitting together at breakfast and Rita had developed a sixth sense for knowing when someone was watching them. Sure enough, when she looked over to Ravenclaw's table she could see Trelawney watching Bellatrix, Sybill didn't notice Rita's attention and continued to watch Bellatrix who looked relaxed as she spoke to Alarice about transfiguration. They had a quidditch match against Hufflepuff after school today, but Bellatrix wasn't the least bit concerned, leading came easily to her and she didn't falter even with all of her responsibilities, it was part of her allure.

Rita was already close to Bellatrix, their legs were pressed together as they sat side by side on the bench, but Rita didn't care, she had waited 5 bloody years for Bellatrix and she was so scared she'd lose her again. Bellatrix had a tendency to slip through the cracks and if it wasn't family she jumped ship. Rita couldn't help wondering if the next time she wouldn't come back, so she decided she wouldn't lose her again and Sybill was a threat, no matter what Bellatrix said.

Rita's jealousy won her over and she pressed her torso up against Bellatrix who tensed slightly but allowed it and continued to talk with Alarice who sat across from them. Rita slipped her arm through Bellatrix's and laid her head on Trix's shoulder which earned them a few glances from Malfoy, Narcissa, and Alecto which made Bellatrix turn pale.

Now, Sybill was looking at Rita, and Rita pretended she didn't notice as she stared at Bellatrix's hand that was tracing ruins on the table as she spoke.

*

After breakfast, Bellatrix made some excuse and told Alarice she'd meet her in Defense against the Dark Arts before discreetly going after Rita. Bellatrix spotted her in the hallway and casually moved through the students until she was in step with Rita.

Bellatrix cast a silencing charm with a mere thought and stayed facing forward as she spoke.

"What was that?" Bellatrix asked,

"I was tired," Rita said simply, "Didn't sleep well," at the second part Rita smirked slightly and Bellatrix fought the urge to blush at the seemingly innocuous sentence. She didn't trust herself to reply just yet and she remained silent which amused Rita. It was gratifying to know she could render Bellatrix speechless, and thrilling to know Bellatrix had cursed greater people for far less.

"Don't let it be a regular thing," Bellatrix said finally, "In public," she added in amendment and Rita smiled, Bellatrix taking the time to do this was enough to secure Rita in her position beside Bellatrix.

"I'll take care to keep that in mind," Rita said, and Bellatrix didn't need to see her to know she was smirking, "In public," she added cheekily.

Bellatrix walked a little further with Rita before taking a turn and leaving to get to her class.

*

She was almost late and Alarice's eyes followed Bellatrix as she quickly made her way to the desk beside her friend's. She sat down mere moments before the bell rang and Professor Sallow began the lesson.

"As you all know, we only have a few more lessons before winter break." He said, excited murmuring broke out at the mention of the upcoming holiday and he waited a moment for it to die down before resuming his speech. "We will start on the patornus charm today, and we will study the theory for this week, and when we return from break we will begin learning how to cast the spell."

More murmuring ensued and one of the other students in the class raised their hand. She was a Hufflepuff and Bellatrix rolled her eyes when Sallow called on her and her last name betrayed her as a mudblood.

"They shouldn't be allowed in advanced classes," Bellatrix whispered to Rabastian who sat on her left, he nodded and Bellatrix's comment was further verified as the girl spoke.

"I read that the form a patronus takes is reflective of the person who casts it, so is it sort of like personality quizzes in magazines?" She asked and Bellatrix didn't bother containing her scoff and answering the question herself.

"It's reflective in the sense that if you're in love with someone, commonly, your patronus will mirror theirs and the creature is usually an animal that has characteristics people argue mirror your own personality but there is no concrete proof or basis to verify the claim. Whatever muggles magazines your kind reads is nothing like anything magic, so in simpler terms for you, no." Bellatrix said, and she was rewarded when the girl blushed and shrank into herself as other classmates laughed. Bellatrix adored reminding people of her intelligence and her unique ability to inflict pain with a few carefully crafted words, she and Rita were a lot alike in that sense, Rita just wrote them down.

The professor didn't comment on Bellatrix's pedantic reply and told the girl that he wasn't familiar with what she was comparing them to.

****

Bellatrix's hair was done in two perfect braids, courtesy of Rita who was all too happy to have an excuse to play with Trix's hair.

Bellatrix was beautiful on the broom, she was graceful, and swift, and fearless. She was so cool about it too, and she didn't even try to be. Anyone would envy her, and many people did, Rita never envied her because she knew what had made Bellatrix the way she was, and she could never envy that, but she admired Bellatrix for it.

Slytherin won, the match was less than an hour and because it was a school night there was no party, so Rita organized a small celebration.

Bellatrix returned to her room at 8:30 to find someone had been in her room, and the bathroom door was closed but the light was on and she heard running water. Wand in hand, Bellatrix entered and quietly made her way to the bathroom. She opened the door with a flick of her wand and readied herself to fling a curse at whoever was in her room but the assailant was behind her and quickly grabbed hold of her arm and pulled Bellatrix's wand from her grasp. Panic struck her for a moment before a familiar hand covered her eyes and Rita's voice spoke softly, "Guess who," she said and Bellatrix relaxed immediately.

Rita let her go and Bellatrix turned to face her. Rita noted that she wasn't angry and relief washed over her, "I'm glad you're not furious," she said and Bellatrix smiled.

"I'm in a good mood," Bellatrix retorted,

"Perfect," Rita smiled, "Because we are celebrating," Bellatrix was a little nervous, though she didn't show it, but Rita put her at ease and she tried to relax and relinquish control for a bit.

"For quidditch?" Bellatrix questioned,

"For quidditch," Rita confirmed, "but also for us," Bellatrix's heart lurched at this, she knew there couldn't be a 'them', not for long. Rita noticed a scowl forming on Trix's face and she quickly stopped whatever thoughts Bellatrix was having by cupping Trix's cheek in her hand and staring at her lovingly. It worked, and Rita wasn't above diversions if it meant keeping Bellatrix.

Rita tentatively pressed her lips to Bellatrix's, it was still new but she loved it. She pulled away smiling and Bellatrix forgot her problems because what else could she do with Rita right there?

Rita left her to bathe, they weren't there, yet, and Bellatrix came out with her hair wet and her body wrapped in a towel. Rita was sitting on the bed with a cupcake that had a little candle. Bellatrix smiled and laughed slightly before joining Rita on the bed. Blush coated Rita's cheeks as she stared at Bellatrix who was just so effortlessly perfect in every way, she felt like a snake dancing before a snake charmer and she knew in the end Bellatrix had more power.

What the fuck were they doing? The thought crossed both of their minds, but whatever. Screw it, screw it all and screw them all, it didn't matter right now. It would never end well, they both knew it and they both ignored it until it hit them and they were suddenly bleeding from a wound that cut right through their soul.

Chapter 72: Fifth year, 1866- faster than the wind, passionate as sin

Chapter Text

December 12th, 1966

The subject of Andromeda weighed heavily on Narcissa's mind. There had been no news about her for months and Narcissa agonized over how everyone could just pretend nothing had happened. Cissa and Bellatrix were sitting together in the library, it was just the two of them which was increasingly rare again and Narcissa went back and forth trying to decide whether or not to ask Bellatrix about Andromeda. She probably didn't know anything more than Narcissa, but still.

Bellatrix wasn't paying attention to Narcissa at all as she poured over her Advanced Ancient Ruins textbook. Her head was held over the book by her arm, which was propped on the wooden table. Her long black curls draped on either side of her face, hiding the expression of concentration on her face. Next period, she had an exam, and there was one concept she just didn't get. One of the ruins was conjugated under specific rules that changed the ruin and... something else. Bellatrix looked back in the book for the answer.

"Do you think Andy will be home for Christmas?" Narcissa asked quietly, and Bellatrix froze for a moment before looking up at Narcissa with a questioning expression on her face, as if she had no clue what Cissa was talking about.

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"Andromeda," Narcissa repeated, "Will she be home? Do you know?"

"I don't know," Bellatrix said dismissively, but Narcissa continued.

"Why would our parents have her miss school?" She questioned,

"They'll probably just hire a tutor for her," Bellatrix replied,

"How are you not worried?" Narcissa pressed, and Bellatrix sighed aggressively, signifying Narcissa was straining her patience.

"Because I have other matters to concern myself with," Bellatrix said sharply, and that was the cue for the topic to be dropped.

***

Rita was let out of her Charms class early because Flitwick had a choir thing to oversee. Most of the students went to the great hall to get seats for lunch but Rita went to Trix's potions class to wait for her. She wanted a second to talk to Bellatrix about the holiday that stood in front of them. Rita waited for about ten minutes before Bellatrix was released from class; she watched the students file out and go toward the great hall. When the flow stopped, and Rita still hadn't seen Bellatrix come out, she stood up and peeked in through the open door.

Inside, Bellatrix was sitting at her desk with Slughorn standing in front of her talking. Sybill sat next to Bellatrix and the girl was just now starting to pack her bag to leave. Professor Slughorn noticed Rita looking in and turned his attention to her.

"Are you looking for someone?" he asked. Bellatrix and Sybill both turned to stare at Rita, who turned red and faltered. Bellatrix looked very uncomfortable as she seemed to be assessing the best escape route.

"I was just coming to get Bellatrix," Rita said uncertainly,

"Has something happened?" He asked,

"No," Rita answered,

"Then Miss Black doesn't need an escort," The Professor said with finality,

"Actually, Sir, I'll leave with her now," Bellatrix said, rising from her seat with a glare that could cut through steel. "Goodbye, Professor," Slughorn let her leave, because what was he going to say to Bellatrix Black?

"You sit next to her in potions?" was the first thing Rita asked when they were sufficiently far from the classroom.

"Yes," Bellatrix said, because it's not like there was anything else she could say.

"What was Slughorn talking to you about?" Rita asked, "He seemed upset,"

"One of the mudbloods in the class knocked over Trelawney and I's potion right before we were finished and I got upset with her." Bellatrix said, "She's in the hospital wing, and considering Slughorn just let me go I assume I'm off the hook." Bellatrix smiled at Rita who didn't return the joy,

"Why was Sybill still there?" She asked, fixated on that part of the story,

"She was cleaning up the mess," Bellatrix said, exasperation creeping into her voice, she didn't like having to explain herself.

"Can't you move seats?" Rita asked,

"Why does it bother you so much?" Bellatrix asked, she was smiling, it was partly amusing despite the fact it was annoying.

"I don't know," Rita started sarcastically, "maybe because I watched you snog he-"

Her sentence was cut off as Bellatrix's hand clamped over her mouth and she pushed Rita up against the closest wall with a good bit of force. "Shut it!" Bellatrix hissed, "I can't have people thinking I'm... whatever,"

Rita wanted to push it, to make her say it, but she also knew she'd never recover from it, so she let it drop because part of Bellatrix was better than none. Right?

****

December 13th, 1966

"It looks like your release has been set for the 16th," the doctor said. Andromeda didn't have the strength to reply; she was on so many potions that made her 'happy'. "You should be proud of the progress you've made here," he said,

Home, she was going home,

Andromeda knew it was horrible when the prospect of returning home was exciting to her, especially considering it was they who had sent her to this hell in the first place. She wondered if her sisters would be happy to see her and if she'd be allowed to go back to Hogwarts. An orderly escorted Andromeda back to the common area and she made her way to the sand-filled plastic chairs and tables and sat down with her knees to her chest as she watched the two other girls play a silent card game that involved quick hands.

In October she was moved to the new wing, for the patients with less risk. Everyone was a lot nicer but it was still horrible and always freezing. They didn't have their wands and magic wasn't allowed so Andromeda watched two girls grapple with each other and then people pulling them apart. She had never seen a fight before.

****

Regulus had finished all his classes for the day so there was nothing for him to do but sit in the drawing room and read. Regulus was no stranger to boredom, he was the spare and a perfectly behaved child so adults pretty much just left him alone. It was great, except they all just assumed he didn't need anything and Regulus was alone.

He attached himself to Narcissa who he had the most in common with, but he admired Bellatrix who doted on Narcissa, and therefore, Regulus.

When Regulus was 3, Belaltrix was 9 and Lucius was bothering her, she warned him once and then flat-out cursed him. He started screaming and she quickly cast a muffling charm, no one ever found out because Malfoy was too scared to tell. Regulus was too young to do anything, but he still remembered it fondly.

In hindsight, Bellatrix was fucking insane, but to them it was just normal, another thing they were desensitized to.

Bellatrix was his hero from that point on. When Sirius was picking on Kreature the way their parents did, Regulus would run to Cissa who would involve Bellatrix.

"He's just an elf!" Sirius had argued,

"How would you like it if I ordered you about to hurt yourself?" Bellatrix retorted,

"But you can't because I'm not an elf," Sirius said triumphantly, and Bellatrix didn't miss a beat before imperio-ing him. That time, she just forced him to humiliate himself but she swore that if that ever happened again she'd have him iron his hands.

Kreature had been so grateful that Bellatrix earned a new loyal follower and Sirius just hated the elf more for it.

****

Dear Bellatrix,

As you know, next year, Sirius will begin at Hogwarts. When he is sorted into Slytherin you will be responsible for putting
him on the correct path. He will not be nearly as great as you, know that, but you must guide him because for the future
it is crucial he follows the course laid for him. When you return, I've arranged for us to visit France again, we would return
for the ball of course, and then return to France until it is time for you to return to school. While at school, I have a list of
books that will be in the restricted section of the library.

Sincerley, Aunt Walburga

Walburga sent the letter and the list to her niece by owl and returned to the star charts she was pouring over. If everything went to plan, Bellatrix could do it, she could change it all forever.

****

December 15th, 1966

"You're going home tomorrow Andromeda," The doctor said, Andromeda forced a smile as her eyes drooped with exhaustion, and the bright lights burned into her. "Your guardian will pick you up at 10 am and after filling out some paperwork you're free to return home." Now that her stay was coming to an end, everyone was more positive and joyful around her, as if it would make her forget the first months of torture at their hands.

"Can I take a nap please?" Andromeda asked, her voice was weak and didn't sound like herself, it had a slight tremor to it and she spoke so quietly it was difficult to hear her.

"I'll have the orderly escort you back to your room," The doctor said after a moment's hesitation.

In the darkness of her room, Andromeda wanted to cry but tears refused to fall and she didn't have the energy to weep. It was like all the passion had been sucked from her, she felt frail and weak.

****

Bellatrix was such a thrill. Every moment with her charged Rita with energy and everything she did seemed calculated to enthrall Rita. Part of it was the risk, if they got caught it was over, they both knew that and it just made each interaction deeper, it made each touch burning and each glance electric. It was like rain after a drought, but at the end of the day, it was still rain.

Bellatrix bit her lip, her gaze flitted to the open letter from her aunt on her desk back to the book she had gotten from the restricted section.

Rita blew out a plume of cigarette smoke and looked over at Bellatrix who was leaning over her desk in her white nightgown. Rita found her night attire curious because she knew a lot of purebloods and none of them wore Victorian night clothes, but it suited Bellatrix who seemed to belong in some old castle in a history book.

Curiosity about what Trix was so focused on won over and Rita stubbed threw the fag out the window and went over to the desk.

Bellatrix wasn't aware of Rita's presence until she spoke and asked her what she was doing. Bellatrix hid her surprise and quickly closed the book before placing it on top of the letter and turning to face Rita,

"Studying," Bellatrix said inconspicuously, but Rita read the title of the book Bellatrix had just thrown aside and frowned,

"The theory behind the killing curse?" Rita read, "What the hell are you studying?" she asked blatantly,

"Herbology actually," Bellatrix said sarcastically, trying to derail the conversation with humor and a smirk.

"This is dark Trix," Rita continued, her mind was flooded with every curse she'd seen Bellatrix perform, and that didn't count the ones she had only heard of. She knew Bellatrix had a short fuse and was a little sadistic but she wouldn't... would she?

"Relax," Bellatrix said, placing her hand on Rita's arm. It was enough to draw Rita's attention back to Bella. "It's just morbid curiosity on my part, I tend to find the things that destroy you the most interesting." Her thumb slowly glided back and forth over Rita's arm as she spoke and Rita wanted to trust her.

"Ok," Rita said, successfully placated, and Bellatrix smiled,

****

Bellatrix took her Astronomy OWL and NEWT up in the tower with Professor Boyle presiding over her. She breezed through the entire thing and finished with half an hour left. She knew the material perfectly and if anything she had over-studied concepts that hadn't even appeared on the exam. Still, it was over and now she would just have one more free period.

December 16th, 1966

Andromeda was ready when her mother arrived at 10. Druella stormed in, power radiated off of her and Andromeda wondered if this was how people who didn't grow up with her felt around her. Her eyes met Andromeda's and looked over her daughter scrutinizingly, Andromeda shrunk under her gaze, and Druella turned impatiently to the woman over-seeing discharge and demanded paperwork.

Druella filled it out with a snap of her fingers and was in a hurry to leave with Andromeda.

They apparated back home and Andy threw up when they landed, her mother cleaned it with a simple spell and Andromeda braced herself to be scolded but she wasn't. Druella couldn't bring herself to scold her daughter who looked so frail, she hardly knew what to do and when they entered the house she immediately called for Cygnus and Horrendum.

Druella watched as her daughter shook like a leaf and answered questions very politely and quietly.

After a short time, Cygnus had Horrendum take Andromeda to her room and he turned to Druella.

"The treatment seems to have worked as intended," He said, Druella's eyes widened at her husband's assessment,

"What?" She asked, her voice higher than she intended.

"We wanted her docile," Cygnus said,

"There's a difference between docile and lobotomized Cygnus!" Druella hissed, and Cygnus spun to face her menacingly,

"You forget your place," He growled, and Druella shrank beneath him. "I won't remind you again," He threatened, and Druella dipped her head. Cygnus couldn't deny that Druella's beauty had hardly diminished over the years, and though she looked a little older, she was no less pretty than Cygnus had found her when she was Miss Rosier. "Good," He murmured, "My pretty wife," his face softened and Druella caught a glimpse of the man who had lured her in years ago, she wondered if her daughters would face the same thing someday.

****

Narcissa was anxious for their return home tomorrow. She felt out of place everywhere now, as if there were a million skins she had to wear, and none of them were hers. It was exhausting.

She stood before the mirror in the bathroom staring at herself. She had always been told she was beautiful by everyone, but it never meant much to her because she didn't look at herself, now she did. She looked at each feature separately, she noted that her eyes were attractive, but her nose was square and flat, though still delicate; then she looked at her face as a whole and found that all together everything combined to form a stunning picture. She fixed her hair in a braid before going to bed and turning off the lights.

*

"You're leaving tomorrow," Rita said,

"Yes," Bellatrix replied, though it wasn't really a question. "I'll be with my aunt for most of the holiday, and then the ball of course."

"So no letters?" Rita asked,

"Mhm, if you think so I suppose that's best," Bellatrix said casually. She had a way of twisting her suggestions to come from the lips of someone else so that she might agree. Her manipulation was an art, and she made it look so pretty.

"I'll be with my Nana," Rita supplied, though Bellatrix didn't ask, she had lapsed into quiet contemplation again, something that was becoming frequent whenever the two of them were alone. When Bellatrix didn't reply, Rita continued, "You never talk about your family,"

"You know my family," Bellatrix said,

"Not really, I don't know your grandparents," Rita said,

"Well all my grandparents in the House are dead now," Bellatrix said,

"In the House?" Rita repeated,

"Well, my mother's parents are my grandparents but they are Rosiers so technically we don't treat them like family, except that's a bit of an exception because of the children. So in the House of Black, my aunt and father's parents, my grandparents, are dead." Bellatrix explained,

"Tell me about them then," Rita said, she just wanted to know more about Trix,

"They were French, wouldn't speak with me in English, that's why they had my father marry a Rosier, because they're also French. My Grandmother insisted we call her Madame and we called my Grandfather Monsieur, they died when I was 10 and there was a funeral." Bellatrix said. She stated everything like she was reciting facts for a test and Rita smiled.

"You're bad at telling stories you know," Rita said with a giggle, and Bellatrix rolled her eyes,

"What do you want me to say?" Bellatrix asked,

"Tell me about a memory of them you have, from when they were alive." Rita prompted, and Bellatrix thought for a moment before starting to laugh, "What?" Rita asked,

"I'm afraid the happiest memory related to them was their funeral," Bellatrix said, suppressing laughter and taking a few breaths to calm herself.

"That's horrible to say!" Rita exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth,

"That's where you draw the line?" Bellatrix asked dryly, "Of everything else I've done and said that was it?"

"But it's just cruel Bellatrix!" Rita protested,

"They were awful people," Bellatrix said, completely unphased,

"I can't believe that." Rita protested,

"Fine, allow me to tell you a story about them when they were still above the ground and warm," Bellatrix said, and Rita was drawn in by morbid fascination, and a bit of lust.

"I was seven at the time and Madame was taking care of me while Mother and Father were away. I remember she wore a rosary all the time, but the cross was filed to a point, and if she didn't like what you were doing she drove that into your hands. That was how Narcissa learned to keep her elbows off the table." Bellatrix's story made Rita's smile disappear gradually,

"I won't go into much more detail on that one because clearly, that's enough to make you uncomfortable," Bellatrix said, venom was in her voice and Rita tried to interrupt but Bellatrix continued. "How about another story?" Bellatrix said, her voice was louder now, "Oh, one time she told me I would burn in the lake of fire for disobeying authority. Another time she locked me in a dark closet that she conjured to have blades in the walls and so when I felt around in the dark all I felt was the sting of cuts opening on my hands." Bellatrix was shouting now and Rita remembered why they didn't talk about her family. Because they couldn't, because how were you supposed to have a pleasant conversation when talking about people who had tortured children?

"Bellatrix," Rita said softly and Bellatrix could see the tears that had sprung in her eyes, "Please stop yelling at me," Rita squeaked because her voice was pinched as she tried not to cry. Bellatrix immediately regretted her outburst because it wasn't Rita's fault. Bellatrix didn't say she was sorry, but she took Rita into her arms and kissed her softly and slowly. Rita put her hands on either side of Trix's face and held her there, not wanting to break the sweet moment.

****

December 17th, 1966

In the bleak morning light, Bellatrix lay awake. Everything was really great, Rita was incredible and Bellatrix was on fire and it was everything and she loved it... Until she didn't.

The reality was that sex was complicated. And Bellatrix had the added pressure of years of negativity surrounding a topic she never understood. There was a nagging at the back of her brain that told her it was too fast, that they were too young, that it was too much, but she wanted it, and Rita did too. She hated to describe it as dirty but that was the only thing that came to mind.

***

When Bellatrix was silent on the train Rita just assumed she was moody about going home, and while Rita didn't love being away from Bellatrix, she was eager to see her Nana, besides, breaks usually just made them stronger.

Bellatrix was immersed in thought, Aunt Walburga would certainly be continuing their studies over the break, which must have been the reason for the books. Walburga hadn't said it, but most of the readings were on the killing curse which indicated her Aunt's concern about her lacking in that particular curse.

Bellatrix was sitting between the window and Rita, so she discreetly tapped Rita's leg for her attention and whispered in her ear asking to get past.

Rita shivered as Bellatrix's lips ghosted over her ear. It was such a simple action and Rita was alight from it.

Bellatrix gave no explanation as to where she was going until Alecto asked and she gave a dismissive answer, saying she'd be back soon. Bellatrix left the train car and made her way through the corridor that led to the perfect lavatories. There was some sort of extension on theirs which made the interior much larger than should've been possible in the train. Bellatrix said the password and the door opened.

Bellatrix sprayed cold water over her face and took a few minutes in the silence the lavatory offered. She was sitting on a marble bench when the door opened and Bellatrix instinctively stood up as Lucius walked in with some girl in tow. When they noticed Bellatrix it was too late and Lucius glared at Bellatrix who smirked back before looking at the girl. She was pretty enough, wearing muggle clothes, so probably a halfblood, or merlin-forbid...

"Lucius!" Bellatrix beamed, she thought about giving him an out but it would be too easy. "Don't be rude, introduce me," Bellatrix urged with a gleeful expression.

"Shove off Black," Lucius grumbled, and the girl looked between the two awkwardly trying to figure out what exactly their relationship was. Bellatrix caught her gaze and jumped on it,

"Don't worry, we never did anything if that's what you're concerned about." Bellatrix said with a smile, "No one of Malfoy and I's breeding does that so all the pureblood boys have to sort themselves out with halfbloods and mudbloods for a while," The girl blushed and Malfoy turned red, and, had it not been for his pride, he would've left, but Bellatrix was insulting his masculinity in front of a girl and his testosterone simply would not allow it.

"I can't believe your father lets you run around with that mouth of yours," Malfoy spit, and while Bellatrix was toying around before, now she wasn't. Her posture changed entirely from playful to hunting and she narrowed her eyes, assessing both of them and looking for weaknesses to exploit. She found plenty.

"How's your father?" Bellatrix said cruelly, it was easy to see. His mother always wore long sleeves and heavy makeup, and Bellatrix came up with a theory she was eager to test. "I suppose you still can't rival him so the real question is how your mother is doing?" She asked, and she was rewarded when Lucius screamed "Bitch" at her and took out his wand, but Bellatrix had been anticipating it and she was quicker.

Within seconds Malfoy's wand was in her hand and he was on the floor. Bellatrix smiled, knowing she had found his weak point, his failure to protect his mother combined with hatred for her weakness, resulting in asshole issues. Bellatrix walked towards Lucius and stopped standing next to his head, he looked up at her with hatred. "You take after Walburga more than you know," Lucius said, "Insanity and all," Bellatrix smiled and bent down so that the mudblood bitch couldn't hear.

"You take after your father more than you know," Bellatrix whispered, "Mudblood whores on the side and all," and with that, she left.

**

Lucius joined their carriage five minutes before the train got to platform 9 3/4 and hardly looked at Bellatrix. She knew he'd be over it soon enough, she was just better and he had to accept that if he ever hoped to triumph over her.

***

The train docked and Bellatrix exited with Narcissa. She spotted Druella and Walburga waiting for them on the platform and immediately made her way over.

"Mother, Aunty," Bellatrix greeted, and Narcissa followed shortly after.

"Well, we shall see you at Christmas Druella," Walburga said, holding out her hand for Bellatrix to take.

Druella gave a tight-lipped smile as Bellatrix and her Aunt apparated away.

***

Rita expected Nana to meet her at the platform, but instead, it was just her mother who looked more tired than when Rita had left that summer. Still, Elaine greeted her daughter with joy and love before they crossed back over to the muggle side of the station and went to the car.

"Where's Nana?" Rita asked once they were in the car.

"She's at home," Her Mum replied, "She's a little frail so it was just easier," that set Rita on edge and filled her with concern,

"Is she alright?" Rita asked quickly,

"Mhm," Came her mother's nonconvincing reply, and the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

They arrived at their house in a muggle neighborhood on the outskirts of London and Rita hurried out of the car and into the house to greet her Grandmother.

Nana was sitting on the couch knitting when Rita came in and a smile brightened up the old woman's face.

"Oh, my darling granddaughter!" Nana exclaimed as Rita came to hug her, and she smiled as she inhaled the smell of Nana's perfume.

"I missed you!" Rita exclaimed.

***

Narcissa and her mother arrived home and they were greeted by Horrendum who silently led Narcissa away. She asked where they were going but the elf didn't reply, it didn't matter because soon enough they stopped outside of Andromeda's door and the elf turned to her.

"Miss Black is in there if you would like to see her," Horrendum said, and with a bow, she left. Narcissa was so surprised at what she heard it took her a moment before she registered their meaning, but once she had she opened the door and rushed into the room.

Inside, Andromeda sat on her bed and when she met Narcissa's gaze her face broke into a real smile. Narcissa did her best to contain her excitement as she closed the door behind her and rushed to her sister's side with joy.

"You're back!" She exclaimed, happily, and Andromeda's heart lit up to know Narcissa cared. "How long have you been back?" She asked,

"Only a day now," Andromeda said, and now that Narcissa was close she could see how thin her sister was, Andy had dark circles beneath her eyes and she was shaking as if cold or in pain.

Narcissa's excitement wanned the longer she looked at her sister, "Oh Merlin, you look horrid," Narcissa murmured,

"Thanks," Andromeda said dryly, and Narcissa scolded herself for her insensitivity.

"Oh, uhm!" She exclaimed, "I mean you just..." She trailed off, failing to find the words to describe her sister's state. "What did they do to you?" She asked, quieter this time,

"I don't think I can talk about it just yet," Andromeda said weakly, and Narcissa nodded empathetically as she took in the sight of her broken sister.

Chapter 73: Fifth year, 1966- Where there's a flame, someone is bound to get burned

Chapter Text

December 17th, 1966

Bellatrix groaned in frustration as the stubborn plant refused to die. Walburga had been instructing Bellatrix for the better part of an hour on how to cast the killing curse, and despite her determination, Bellatrix failed time and time again to cast the spell.

"Take a second to breathe," Walburga said when Bellatrix readied to cast the curse again. She was eager, it was clear that Bellatrix found mastery of this skill just as important, and she wanted to do it. She had mastered the cruciatus curse first, and quickly, her imperius curse was acceptable, though she needed to practice, but no matter how hard she tried, something was missing from her killing curse.

Bellatrix waited a moment before returning to her previous position and pointing her wand at the little yellow flower. "Avadakadavera," She hissed, mimicking the motion her aunt had shown her, but nothing happened. Bellatrix expected Walburga to be just as frustrated with her, but instead she just sighed,

"It takes years," Walburga said soothingly,

"I've mastered spells that take years in days," Bellatrix muttered, and Walburga proposed they take a break for tea. Bellatrix wanted to continue with the lesson, but she wasn't going to argue with her aunt over something so trivial, so she nodded and went to change.

Bellatrix's room in their French castle was dark, large, and cold, like her rooms in their other estates. Her bedrooms served as nothing more than a place for her to sleep and dress, the rest of her time was spent elsewhere, as it had always been. Horrendum offered to help her, but Bellatrix declined in favor of a few moments alone. She looked at Jupiter who was perched, sleeping in the corner of the room, and momentarily regretted telling Rita not to write, but the thought was quickly pushed away considering Rita would only be a distraction.

Bellatrix quickly changed and went down to meet her aunt in the parlor for tea. As Horrendum poured tea for them, Walburga began to ask Bellatrix about her life and Bellatrix answered mostly honestly, minus a few details that would raise eyebrows. She was top of her year, and had been since first year, she was a prefect, quidditch captain. Her achievements piled up, she had no other choice, excellence was the minimum, perfection was the goal.

Anyone less astute would've crumbled years ago, they would've burnt out too quickly, unable to comply with the hostile environment and her list of demands. She was exceptionally intelligent and understood things clearly even as a child. Her instruction made her knowledgeable, but the fact she could rise to that standard was all her. Whether outstanding was beaten into her or bred, she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter, she was remarkable. That she would become someone important was not a question of if but when, and who she would be.

Walburga saw it, greatness recognizes greatness and all. Bellatrix was strong, she stood in the middle of a raging ocean and not only stood firm but beat back. While others were thrown around as easily as wheat in a gale, Bellatrix made her own opportunities. With guidance, Bellatrix could restore the women of the Black family to their rightful place, possibly even for the wizarding world, Walburga knew she was capable of it, so she placed the path for her niece.

"How's your friend?" Walburga asked, "Miss Skeeter? Was it?" Colour drained from Bellatrix's face as she fought the urge to choke on her tea. "I remember the two of you being quite close, will she be attending the ball this winter?" Her aunt asked, and Bellatrix wondered if she knew and was trying to gauge her reaction, or if she was simply making polite conversation. It didn't matter now though, because had Walburga not known something was amiss, she from the reaction from her usually composed niece.

Of course, Walburga already had suspected, she had no real issue with it but Bellatrix had to know it wouldn't last, it couldn't. "How long?" Walburga asked, cutting to the chase.

Bellatrix flushed, and took a while to formulate a reply, "I don't know what you mean," she said, despite knowing Walburga already knew and she wasn't capable of gaslighting her. Bellatrix hadn't tested her Occlumency against Walburga's Legilimency yet, but her own skill in the latter was attributed to her Aunt who had taught her both, she didn't fancy her chances.

"Don't lie to yourself," Walburga replied, with a sigh, "And if you are going to lie to someone don't have it be about something as obvious as the color of the sky."

Bellatrix sighed, her first reaction to any inquiry regarding Rita was to lie, even if there was no reason to. It still felt like a dirty secret, even more so now. In the harsh light, it was difficult to call it what it was, and even harder to still love it. Rita was everything, she was the breath that filled Bellatrix's lungs, and the blood that pumped through her heart, and the sun in the sky, and god be damned, Bellatrix needed all of those to survive, even if it killed her a little as well.

"A few weeks," Bellatrix replied, that was how long Rita and her had been sleeping together, but that wasn't when it began. No, it began the moment Bellatrix opened up a space for Rita in first year. Since the first month of school, nothing had been able to hurt Bellatrix quite like Rita did, she hadn't ever loved someone like that, she didn't even know if it was love, she never said the word out loud but it weighed on her mind.

Rita melted the frozen heart with fire, and she weathered Bellatrix's storms of ice. The rigid posture Bellatrix used to have, the clipped posh way she spoke, all of it was dropped with Rita. She was like a furnace and Bellatrix sat close enough to catch fire.

"How long do you expect it to last?" Walburga asked, she didn't sound angry, or disgusted, merely tired, as if it were a mere bother that fatigued her.

"You're not furious?" Bellatrix asked, she knew Walburga had dropped Catholicism and its practices a long time ago, but she still expected the same reaction on this point.

"Better her than a man with your marriage in two years," Walburga commented and Bellatrix saw the reasoning behind it.

"I don't know how long it will last." Bellatrix confessed, "It could be tomorrow just as easily as it could last for eternity." She saw no definite end, a million possibilities coursed through her mind, but she could just as easily see another life. Still, she knew it would never be over, not really, in death, Bellatrix would crave her, no matter what destruction she reaped, no matter what scars she made, no matter if she hated Bellatrix.

"Can you contain it?" Walburga asked, that was the only thing that mattered. No one could know, and it couldn't get in the way of Bellatrix's future, of the task Walburga had set her with.

"Yes," Bellatrix replied, steel was in her voice, but doubt resided in her mind and heart. Rita was a force to be reckoned with, and she was more dangerous to Bellatrix than the most powerful wizard.

"I shall hold you to that," Walburga said,

****

December 20th, 1966

Walburga's lessons covered every area of magic as long as it was powerful, from the darkest spells to the ones performed by wizards with epithets that piled up to announce their goodness to the world.

Bellatrix could feel the power thrumming through her, it was like every spell amplified her power, and she drew energy from it. Success only motivated her to work harder. Some of it wouldn't be used, but Walburga would rather slit her throat than let ignorance be a weakness, Bellatrix found she agreed.

****

December 24th, 1966

Bellatrix and Walburga apparated to the Black family manor for the ball. Other guests were arriving at the same time, and Bellatrix walked alongside her aunt with her head held high. Sirius was greeting guests at the door, his dress robes looked unnatural on him and he looked miserably uncomfortable in the attire. Walburga looked at her son with distaste, she thought she wouldn't be able to be pregnant, she let Orion believe she was doing her best to produce an heir, but she became careless and didn't notice until Orion knew she was pregnant.

She had focused too much on Bellatrix to notice. It was too early for a son, Bellatrix hadn't been fully trained as an heir the way Walburga had been before Cygnus was born, so when Sirius was born it set her plans back, and when Regulus followed it was even more time wasted. Bellatrix was made an accessory immediately and she was expected to gracefully step down and pave the way for her little cousin, but she didn't. She wanted the title, the power, all of it was rightfully her's.

Sirius saw his mother and colour drained from his face. The Walburga Sirius knew was different from Bellatrix's aunt, Walburga the mother was vicious, no mistakes were allowed, and anything Sirius did was a mistake. The boys' training was given to their father when they were old enough but Walburga remained an ever-present threat. Sirius came to associate her screams with unbearable pain and her icy gaze sent fresh pain over the scars in methodical lines that she had made.

Sirius wondered what he had done to make his mother hate him so much. Every time he wanted comfort, his mother's stony soul offered nothing but punishment, and his love was met with hate. She had given up on him the moment she knew of his existence.

Bellatrix captured the eyes of many as she walked into the room, her presence was overwhelming. Her hair was perfectly curled and fell down her back while pieces were twisted and braided intricately around her head like a crown. Her dark eyes were enhanced with dark eyeshadow and a deep maroon lipstick matched the colour of her ballgown dress that had little red gems sewn into it, the dress was backless and Bellatrix's hair looked like sticks in the snow on her white skin.

Immediately Bellatrix spotted Narcissa dancing with some suitor, and then Regulus who was sitting with the Rosier twins. Alecto was dancing with Rabastian and Bellatrix scanned the rest of the room leisurely when her gaze caught Andromeda's and her heart skipped. How long had she been back? What had happened to her? What was going to happen?

Bellatrix immediately made her way over to her sister who sat alone at a table. She was certain someone was keeping watch over Andy from a distance, but she didn't care.

Andromeda sat calmly as Bellatrix came to her and her gaze was slightly averted. Bellatrix stopped in front of her sister, she didn't know what to say. Up close, Bellatrix could see the change in Andromeda, she looked like a beaten dog.

"I didn't know you were back," Bellatrix said, forcing her voice to hold steady despite the emotions whirling through her heart. Her sister, what the hell had they done to make her sister cower?

Andromeda mumbled a response Bellatrix couldn't hear and she was about to prompt Andromeda again when someone cleared their throat behind her. Bellatrix whirled around faster than she intended and her hair hit Lucius, who arched an eyebrow and glanced over her.

"What?" Bellatrix snapped, she didn't have the patience for Malfoy.

"Your mother wants to speak with you." He said. Bellatrix wondered why she had sent him to tell her that, but she couldn't ignore a direct order. Bellatrix glared at Lucius and looked back once more at Andromeda before going to the far side of the room where her mother stood with her gaze fixed on Bellatrix.

"Mother," Bellatrix gave a slight curtsey and returned her mother's stare.

"Have you spoken to Rudolphus this evening?" Her mother asked, and Bellatrix's brows furrowed, was that what she had been called over for? To talk about her arrangement?

"Not yet," Bellatrix replied, "but I hardly think-"

"You, do not get an opinion on this matter," Druella said sharply, cutting her daughter off. Bellatrix had gotten used to the longer leash she had been on for the past couple of years and didn't like being pulled back in whatsoever. "As your mother I have one last duty and that is to see to it you have a good marriage."

"It's already an arrangement mother," Bellatrix replied, "The deal is done, at the end of my seventh year I shall be married."

"Things can change Bellatrix," Druella said, she dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned closer, "There is talk of policies being pushed in the ministry, ones that advocate for mudbloods."

"That has nothing to do with me," Bellatrix replied, she would never marry a mudblood, and neither would Rudolphus, her mother had to know that... Right? Bellatrix mulled over the implications for a moment before replying. "Unless you're implying I might betray my blood?" There was an edge to her voice and a bit of a challenge in it.

"You have no idea how quickly something can unravel Bellatrix." Her mother scolded, and with that, she dismissed Bellatrix.

Bellatrix scanned the room to find Narcissa still dancing, and Andromeda sitting close by their father. She was about to make her way over to Andy once more when Rudolphus presented himself in her path.

"Forgive me, I did not see you enter," He said, bowing slightly. Bellatrix curtseyed and held out her hand which he took and kissed.

"No forgiveness needed," Bellatrix replied. Rudolphus looked the same as he had last year and he wore black dress robes with silver embroidery, his hair was slicked back and he stood with every confidence, if he didn't Bellatrix wouldn't have respected him.

"May I have this dance?" Rudolphus asked, extending his hand for Bellatrix to take. Bellatrix couldn't very well say no, so with a promise that she would talk to Andromeda and Narcissa soon, she waltzed off with Rudolphus.

In Rudolphus' eyes, the six months since their last meeting had changed Bellatrix. She was taller, though still shorter than him, and he couldn't describe what had happened exactly, but she had grown more beautiful. The dark red dress looked elegant on her and with her back exposed he could see her muscles and bones moving beneath her skin in a way that enthralled him. She had grown up more as well and she had an aura about her that was captivating.

"You look beautiful," He commented as they danced through the line.

"Thank you," Bellatrix replied, she was taut as a wire and her every muscle was tensed up, giving her perfect control of everything she did. "How is the ministry job?" She asked, not because she cared but because it was polite. Rudolphus was a little surprised considering Bellatrix was never polite when she didn't absolutely need to be, another sign she had grown up.

"Well, thank you," Rudolphus replied, suddenly he could look at her without seeing the 10-year-old girl he had been told at 13 he would marry. Now, he looked at her and saw the woman he would marry, and maybe come to love.

Bellatrix always saw the same thing when staring at Rudolphus, a means to an end and an escape that would provide her with freedom. Marriage was an alliance, Bellatrix believed that it was best to marry someone you had no chance at loving, it kept heads clear, and Rudolphus was perfect for that.

****

December 25th, 1966

Bellatrix had sought out Walburga earlier the previous night to ask if she could remain with her sisters for the duration of the break considering Andromeda's return. Walburga wasn't thrilled but she didn't oppose and allowed Bellatrix to remain while she returned to her sons.

Now, Bellatrix sat in the chair across from Andromeda's bed, while Narcissa and Andy sat on the bed. It was nearly noon, and the three sisters had been sitting together since 8 that morning listening to Andromeda tell them about where she had been and what had happened.

Multiple times during Andromeda's story, Bellatrix interrupted and denied that it could be possible, saying that there was no way their parents would leave her at a place that would do such a thing, and each time Narcissa begged Bellatrix to let Andy finish while Dromeda just sat there quietly waiting for Bellatrix to finish speaking.

Narcissa's hand was intertwined with Andromeda's in support and Bellatrix sat in quiet contemplation, going over the facts. Andromeda was telling the truth, but how could she be telling the truth if their parents knew? The only logical conclusion was that their parents didn't know what kind of institution they sent their daughter to. It had been hushed up and smoothed over with lies and fake stories that were rehearsed, no one could know she had been sent away, who would marry her then? Who would marry any of the daughters?

No one respectable. Suddenly Bellatrix realized what a risk her parents had taken in sending Andy away, and if Andromeda told anyone... She was the biggest liability. Once Bellatrix realized this, she knew what she had to do. No one could ever know, and the only way to ensure that happened was to ensure no one remembered it.

Bellatrix tightened her grip on her wand, she would need to act quickly. Andromeda first and then Narcissa, she'd handle her parents next, and then send an owl to Walburga, she would see Bellatrix's wisdom and obliviate Orion and her sons, and then herself.

"I'm sorry," Bellatrix said, and before either of her sisters could ask why, she was reaching into Andromeda's thoughts and cutting the whole thing out. She pulled back out with the memories and turned to Narcissa without hesitation.

She was subtle with her parents, by the time they figured out she was cutting out their memories, Bellatrix was done. She sent the letter with their fastest owl, Walburga would have it in an hour. She had never obliviated herself before, and she turned her wand to her head. She would need to forget this too, she wanted to forget it.

"Obliviate," She whispered,

****

December 26th, 1966

When she woke up, a fog clung to Bellatrix's mind, and it remained throughout the day. She couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something important. Her sisters were suffering the same, and the three girls went through Boxing Day in a bit of a haze.

Rudolphus sat alone staring out the window of his study in the old Lestrange Mansion. When he married, the main family estate in France would be his, until then, he resided alone in the London manor. Clouds hung over Long in a threat of rain, and fog drifted through the streets searching for someone to trip up. The air smelled of petrichor and puddles pooled in ditches and divots from the melted snow.

The previous evening, he had seen his future wife for the first time in half a year. Normally, six months bring little change, but in that time Bellatrix Black was a new person entirely. The change wasn't drastic, and she retained all of her old qualities but gained many more that were appealing. Now the idea of Bellatrix in a white dress wasn't as laughable and the thought of her excited him beyond any reasonable measure.

Rudolphus paced around his study the way only men wanting something that is not yet theirs do and contemplated what he was to do about this situation because two years was far too long for an accomplished man such as him to wait.

My Trix,

I love the way those words look on paper, I shall never tire of writing them, as long as I live
as long as ink flows into my quill, for you will forever be my dearest, Bellatrix. This letter will
yellow in my drawer and the ink will bleed without you ever reading it, but no matter because
my heart will be on this page all the same, and I can hardly breathe because my lungs are
full of you. You linger like smoke in the air around me and the harder I reach for you, the
less there is; somehow you manage to slip through my fingers each time, leaving me aching
and breathless for you. My love, my heart, my reason, I long for the day when the world will
know of our love, when we can find happiness together and the sun will shine forevermore.
When every part of my soul is yours to know, and you linger in each corner of mine, a gift
more precious than gold and brighter than the sun itself. We will have peace, and love, and
joy, because where you go I shall follow, and where you stand I shall stand beside. The day
when I can hold you close before the world will be the happiest day of my life, and I know,
in my heart, that in our future, there will be a golden age, where we will prosper. Every comfort
I have is in my unwavering certainty that someday, somehow, we will stand, united before our
children, and tell them the stories of our foolish youth, and fools gold we chased before we
knew the real thing in each other.

My love, my light, my reason. You have my every heart and whim, I shall always and forever be,

yours, Rita.

Rita carefully pressed the new letter atop the stack of old ones and shut her nightstand drawer. She wrote letters, never to be sent, in the hope that one day she could give them to Bellatrix. Then, they could laugh and cry over them all as they looked back on their foolish youth spent chasing follies and fakes before finding the truth in each other.

"Rita!" Her mother's voice came from downstairs, and Rita was put on edge by the panic in her mum's voice when she normally never raised her voice.

Rita hurried downstairs to find her mother kneeling beside her nana who was lying on their kitchen floor. Immediately she started to panic, "Oh my god! What happened?" She cried, tears welling in her eyes, her mother stood up and pulled out her wand now that Rita was there. She cast the spell that alerts healers to wherever you are and in a minute there was the crack of apparation as st. Mungo's healers came.

Rita watched frozen as they loaded her grandmother onto a stretcher and apparated away. It all happened before Rita could process anything other than fear and helplessness. Her mother was sending a patronus to her father telling him what had happened and Rita just stared at the spot on the floor where her grandmother had been.

"Rita," Her mother's voice broke her out of a daze and she looked over to see her grabbing the keys to the car, "C'mon, let's go," she urged.

The car ride to the hospital was silent and Rita's mum was trying her hardest to keep everything together for her daughter. Her husband would probably be there already, he would just need to apparate from Gringotts.

Rita kept replaying the events in her head, how had she gone from perfectly happy, and knowing where she stood in the world to not knowing anything in a matter of seconds? She just stood there and did nothing! She tried to tell herself she hadn't known what to do, but she knew that anything would've been better than just standing there. If her nana died, it might be her fault...

The thought sent her into a spiral and she didn't register getting out of the car or rushing into the hospital and being led to a waiting room. She didn't hear the healer telling them her grandmother was in surgery, or her father coming to comfort her mother. Selfishly, all Rita could think about was how she wished Bellatrix were there. Even if Trix didn't know what to do she'd have made it all better, Rita smiled imagining it, how Bellatrix would offer a tight-lipped smile to everyone, and only Rita would be able to see her anxiousness that was so perfectly concealed. She'd sit there beside Rita in silence, and it would be enough, because she was Bellatrix, and all Rita needed was her. Then they would make some excuse to walk off somewhere together alone, and Bellatrix would find some empty room or hall as she always did and Rita would fall into her arms and cry.

The only problem with Rita's imagination was that her version of Bellatrix was clouded by love, and every action of her's held more meaning than it did. Bellatrix did love her, that was certain, but was love enough when she put her duty above all? The strongest people were brought to their knees by love, but Bellatrix didn't bow to anything and she fought against her own heart as if it were her worst enemy.

***

Rita wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but she knew now that she was in a dream. It had begun in her own room, except Bellatrix was lying beside her, but Bella was with her family, and she had never slept in Rita's bed. Still, the sun shone through Rita's white curtains and made Bellatrix look god-like, her raven hair laid in perfect ringlets around her head and she looked like a blackbird in the snow in Rita's pastel-colored room. Her back was exposed and Rita reached out tentatively to run her fingers over her love's spine. "You're just a dream," Rita murmured,

"That doesn't mean I'm not here," Bellatrix replied, and she turned to face Rita. Dream Bellatrix smiled at Rita with nothing but love and admiration, as if she had never seen such a beautiful thing.

"You're not real," Rita said sadly, "I wish you were, but you aren't," a sad smile graced her features as she stared at Bellatrix.

"I'm real," Bellatrix assured, "I'm real in the way that a tree falling in a forest makes a sound, even if no one hears it." She smiled, "Except you hear it,"

"Bellatrix would never say that," Rita replied, and suddenly Bellatrix was no longer there, and instead she faced a mirror.

Rita sighed and threw herself out of the dream, forcefully waking herself up and being brought back to the waiting room. It was cold and dark with the lights dimmed for the evening, there were only two other people in the room. One nurse at the desk, her face was illuminated with the glow of a candle while she worked, the other was a wizard who sat asleep in a chair across the room with a copy of the daily prophet over his face. Rita couldn't make out what the moving picture under the headline was from the angle she was at. A little bell sounded in the back of her mind reminding her of her promise that someday she'd work for the daily prophet.

Rita's mother was asleep in her chair, and her father wasn't in the room. Rita guessed he had gone home and changed out of his work robes. Slowly, Rita stood up, careful not to wake her mother. She quietly walked over to where the nurse was writing something and asked to borrow some parchment and a quill, which the nurse provided mostly to get Rita out of her hair. Rita thanked her and went over to the nearest table and began writing.

Dear Trix,

I know you said not to write, but I'm not sure who to talk to about this. Please don't
do anything, but I'm writing to tell you my nana is in St. Mungo's, she's in surgery
I'm not even sure what the problem is, but it's been a long time. I'm sure you're
asleep, and I hope you're in London so this note gets to you, but I really need you
to just answer because I need you,

Love, from Rita,

Rita asked the nurse to send the letter, and her request was complied with, now all she had to do was wait.

****

That letter never did get to Bellatrix, the owl just never made it, and it didn't come back either. The cold must have been too much for it.

Before the sun rose, the healers came out to talk to them, and Rita gently woke her mother up to speak with them. They told them that her grandmother was in heart failure, and that there wasn't anything they could do, and that they were sorry. Rita's world shattered, as they told her she had a few weeks at best, and that they would be spent in the hospital. Her mother was crying on her father's shoulder, and Rita couldn't help but wish she had Bellatrix to cry on.

The healers led them into the room her nana as in, Rita looked at all the machines in the room, even magic couldn't fix everything, least of all death. Her grandmother was asleep and didn't wake up until the following day. Rita had refused to leave her side the entire time, and her parents took turns going and staying with Rita.

When Nana did wake up, she was weak and it took a lot of energy to speak. The healers ran some tests and Rita was discouraged by their grim faces, as if they knew she only had limited time.

****

Ironically, while Rita was focused on life, specifically the one of her grandmother's, Bellatrix was focused on death, or more precisely how to cause it. Rita dreamed of Bellatrix when she slept, her lover crept into her mind and filled her dreams, Bellatrix hardly slept, too focused on drilling knowledge in her head, determined not to fail. Rita's mother hugged her and held her close while she cried, Bellatrix's mother ignored her.

Was this what they would always be? On opposite sides of the world, of life, of everything. Would the world always pull them apart and put oceans between them? Would they spend eternity moving against the current to chase the other, would they reach for each other even in death? When everything else was gone, and when their flesh had decayed, would they still be held apart? Scattered on different planets, in other galaxies, with their souls worlds away from the other, each forced to believe it was the will of their love for the separation to occur. Was that to be their fate? A tragedy of two who were never supposed to meet or love each other, but who did despite the will of gods and mortals, and now, after having the taste of it, being wrenched apart.

Yes,

not a tale of love, or romance, or comfort, but one of hate, and violence, and hurt. Because what else could it be in a world like theirs?

What did you expect? Destruction was sown into the very fabric of the tale I tell. Fire to match, match to bomb, bomb to world.

Chapter 74: Fifth year, 1966- Desperate people find faith

Notes:

Bellatrix'd a little to hard and now my friends hate me !! WHoooo, so I'm sobbing as I write.

Chapter Text

December 27th, 1966

Rita sat beside her grandmother, holding her old wrinkled hand as if she were about to turn to dust and blow away. She kept looking over at the window, waiting for Bellatrix's owl to arrive, but no owls came, she sighed, she should've known she'd be on her own for this.

"Rita," Her Grandmother's weak voice came from the bed and Rita looked up. Her eyes and nose were red from crying. The doctors didn't even need to tell her they didn't have much time, there was just something about the way they spoke.

"Nana?" Rita asked, and she saw the old woman smile. She looked weak, as if the surgery had taken everything out of her, and wires were coming out from every part of her body to connect with machines. "Should I get someone?" Rita asked, already looking around, but her grandmother squeezed her hand and shook her head.

"I'm so glad I've gotten to see you grow into a wonderful young woman Rita," Nana said, and fresh tears welled in Rita's eyes. She shook her head vehemently,

"Please don't," Rita choked out, she wasn't ready to lose her grandmother yet, not like this.

"I've lived long enough," Nana said with a smile, "Try not to miss me too much,"

"It's not fair," Rita mourned. I want more time. " There was so much she wanted to tell her, to ask her about, like love and life. She had always thought her grandmother would give her away at her wedding, and now that fantasy was shattered in a matter of moments. A ragged gasp tore from Rita's lips, and she buried her head into the sheets of the bed.

"And it will not be the last time you feel like that," Her grandmother said sagely, "Remember that I love you, forever and ever amen," At that moment, the nurse came in to run some tests and Rita was shooed out of the room despite her crying. Her mother had gone home that morning and her dad had to go to work, so they left her at the hospital for an hour or so, and Rita went and wandered the halls.

Eventually, she found a dark closet to lock herself in, and she just cried. At a certain point she cast a silencing charm and screamed as if she were the one dying. It felt like she was.

***

Rita finally went home for a few hours to sleep and shower with the assurance from the healers that Nana was going to make it through the night. Her mother forced her to eat and afterward, Rita went upstairs and sat in a hot shower while tears poured down her cheeks and mixed with the water before going down the drain.

Rita didn't realize how tired she was until she was in bed, and after a minute she was asleep.

****

December 28th, 1966

Rita and her mum went back to the hospital the next morning, and the slightest thing would set Rita off crying. Her grandmother tried to be cheerful, but Rita was inconsolable.

Every moment between her and her grandmother played in her head. Every time she brushed her off, or yelled at her, or was rude to her, each memory hit her like a brick and knocked the wind out of her. She felt so guilty for all of it, and the time she had with her grandmother was spent reliving the past.

Then her grandmother started to get better, just a little, but it was enough to spark a bit of hope. Rita prayed, for the first time in forever, to whoever or whatever was listening, she prayed that her grandmother would live. It was desperate, but she didn't care.

She was eating, and talking more, and Rita was able to snap out of her depression to be with her grandmother.

What confused her, was that the nurses and healers didn't seem happy, and no one came in with the news that she would live.

That evening, when Nana was asleep, Rita woke up to a nurse checking the vitals on one of the machines. Rita looked up at the nurse and whispered to get her attention.

The nurse cocked her head and then waved for Rita to follow her outside. Rita stood up from her chair and walked out with the nurse behind her, she closed the door and then turned to face Rita with a kind smile.

"She's getting better," Rita said, "you said she was going to die, but she's getting better." it wasn't posed as a question, but what she was asking was if her grandmother was going to live. The nurse looked down, and Rita knew before she spoke that her hope had been for nothing.

"Usually, people get better before they get worse," She said, "I'm sorry, you'll be lucky if she makes it into the new year."

Rita felt like water had filled her ears, and her lungs, and now was spilling out of her eyes.

****

December 29th, 1966

The nurse was right, at noon the next day, her grandmother had a stroke, she survived it, but was on some sort of breathing machine. Rita could hardly look, but she remained beside Nana's bed the entire time, hoping she would wake up one more time.

"Please," She whispered, she didn't know if she was praying or talking to her grandmother, she didn't need a miracle, just a few minutes. Rita didn't leave her grandmother's side, and her parents let it be. "I love you so much, Nana,"

Rita laid her forehead on her grandmother's hand and allowed herself to cry. She didn't know how it was possible that she could cry so much.

The nurse she had spoken to before brought her a dinner and Rita thanked her because it was polite, but she couldn't eat more than a few bites.

***

December 30th, 1966

Rita watched the ventilator pumping air into her grandmother's lungs, it made a horrible sound like a death rattle with each breath and Rita was certain it would haunt her for the rest of time. She looked at her grandmother's frail, failing body and couldn't even recognize her, selfishly, she wished Nana had just died the first time, then she wouldn't be suffering.

Rita could also see what it was doing to her mum, her hair was thinner and she looked stressed all the time, Rita thought she had aged twenty years. She just wanted it to be over, and she just felt guilty for that as well.

Rita was just watching the clock, wondering how much time was left. The nurse had said not through new years, Rita was thinking it might be a mercy.

It was horrible, to watch someone die, to watch the life slowly leave them but in a time-lapse. Her grandmother wasted away before Rita's eyes in a matter of days. She was talking and laughing, and then she wasn't. It's not like she could do anything, but she wouldn't leave. She forced herself to watch her grandmother circle the drain as if she was punishing herself.

****

December 31st, 1966

A couple of flowers and cards sat in the room now, they arrived that morning. By now close family was sending regards, it's not like it mattered, considering Nana couldn't see it.

Rita's mum was always with her father, leaning on him like a rock. Rita pushed away from both of them.

New years, she felt obligated to hate the holiday now.

She watched the clock like it was ticking down to her grandmother's death. How poetic, she'd be sure to write some sentimental poem about it when she could see without tears impairing her vision.

She imagined what Bellatrix was doing. At some fancy dinner no doubt, probably with Rudolphus, sitting next to him. The thought angered her more than usual, but now she had the right because Bellatrix was hers now. She'd find a way to defy her parents, and they would run away, or more likely she'd find a loophole and Rita would live in that big mansion and call it home. Maybe they'd have a kid, the family would want an heir, but Rita wanted a girl, well Bellatrix could probably sort that out as well.

It was nice to give her mind a rest as she imagined what life would be like, but because nothing good could last, that little voice slipped into Rita's paradise reminding her that Bellatrix hadn't answered and that she wasn't all-powerful.

***

Bellatrix was in fact, at a fancy dinner, in a fancy dress, sitting next to Rudolphus. He smiled at her and made conversation and Bellatrix played into it because her aunt told her to, it wasn't hard, just slightly tedious.

***

Rita watched the minutes tick down, only 5 until the new year. She looked wistfully out the window,

*

Bellatrix stood outside on the balcony with a glass of champagne, she smiled as Rudolphus spoke to her about something she didn't care about and her gaze flickered to the clock to see how much time was left.

60 seconds, she smiled and looked at Narcissa who got the hint and rescued her from the conversation. Bellatrix pretended to apologize to Rudolphus and scold Narcissa for the interruption, and Lestrange assured her it was fine with grace while Narcissa pulled Bellatrix to where she, Andromeda, Regulus, and Sirius stood.

"Ready?" Bellatrix asked eagerly, they had put the fireworks together this year after Bellatrix influenced their parents a little after a little persuasion from Cissa who told Bellatrix Regulus really wanted to assemble the show.

Narcissa roped Andy and Sirius in and for the first time in a long time, the five cousins got along. Sirius had eccentric ideas that Bellatrix shut down, but in the end, they all created an image and collaborated on the finale.

*

Rita looked between her grandmother and the clock, just a few seconds till midnight.

*

"Wands together," Bellatrix ordered, and Regulus and Sirius stood around while Narcissa and Andromeda took out their wands.

"I hate that we can't have our wands except during lessons!" Sirius complained, that had been his chief issue with the plan, but Bellatrix was smart enough not to give Sirius a wand. The fact he'd have unrestricted access to one next year scared the piss out of her.

Bellatrix ignored his complaint and kept and eye on the clock.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

*

Rita watched as her grandmother's monitors started to beep. Her eye flicked to the clock as nurses rushed in with a cart.

"Five... four... three..." Rita hardly registered the sound of her grandmother's flatline as the nurses ushered her out of the room.

*

"Two, one!" The three sisters cast the spell and started the show.

*

"Time of death, 23:59" The nurse called it, they only bothered with resuscitation once, her ribs broke.

Rita could hear the explosion of fireworks outside, but her world had stopped.

*

Bellatrix watched with a smile as the wizard fireworks took their shapes. Regulus' was first and the yellow, green and blue colors painted a flower in the sky, then Narcissa's a pink heart, then Sirius' a flame, Andromeda's a shell, Bellatrix's a snake, and finally, the constellation of Orion. Narcissa had drawn it for the most part, and Bellatrix had done the spell, but they were all proud of it and it was a bit of unity in their divided family. Bellatrix looked at the smiling faces of her cousins and knew why family was so important, friends could leave, lovers could hate you, but family was forever.

"Toujours pure," Bellatrix said under her breath and her cousins echoed the response.

*

Rita fell into her mother's arms, but she couldn't cry, as if all her tears had been spent. Her grandmother was gone, for good. The nurses let her say goodbye, and she sat beside her grandmother's bed, except the machines were turned off and her skin was cold.

"I hope you can hear me," Rita said, "Wherever you may be right now, I hope you can hear me when I tell you I love you, and I miss you, and you were the best grandmother I could ever have." Her voice broke at the last part, and she let herself cry, she didn't need to say any of this, but she wanted to.

***

January 1st, 1967

Rita watched as her mother sent out the invitations to the funeral, it would be the 5th, and Rita would go back to school the 6th.

"Shall I send one to the Blacks?" Her mother asked, Rita didn't know how she could pretend everything was fine, but her mother had just been keeping herself busy the entire time.

"Yea," Rita replied, she didn't care how, she needed to see Bellatrix, even if her parents forced her to go.

Rita's mum nodded and the invitations were sent out.

Rita stayed in bed with a record on and the volume low. She tried to write, but none of it made sense because nothing made sense anymore.

****

January 2nd, 1967

"Bellatrix," Druella said, Bellatrix froze at the table and looked up at her mother who was holding a letter addressed to the family, it was opened and her mother was already levitating it over to her.

Bellatrix relaxed, it was hard to remember that she wasn't in trouble each time her mother called her. She took the letter and read over it,

Dear Mrs. and Mr. Black,

The Skeeter family extends an invitation to the funeral of the late Mrs. Rose Elmund.
She is survived by her daughter, Elaine Skeeter, and granddaughter Rita Skeeter.
Your presence at the service would be most thankful and it will take place on January
5th, 1967 at noon at 1729 Mary Lane.

Thank you,
Elaine and Rita Skeeter.

Bellatrix's heart dropped as she read the letter, for a moment she feared Rita was the one who had died, but that was foolish.

"Miss Skeeter is your friend?" Druella asked, "Correct?"

"Yes," Bellatrix replied, "You met her and her parents at our ball." Her face flushed, she had told Rita not to write, but that didn't apply to grave situations and guilt filled her heart at the knowledge she hadn't been there for Rita.

"I remember her father," Cygnus said, and Druella hummed,

"Andromeda and Narcissa shall come as well," Druella said decidedly, and Narcissa shot Bellatrix a look. No one contested her mother's verdict and Bellatrix went to pick out a black dress suitable for a funeral.

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January 5th, 1967

Rita stood with her mother as witches and wizards apparated into the cemetery. Rita looked at each one for Bellatrix and her family, they were one of the last guests to arrive and Rita fought the urge to run to Bellatrix and instead watched as her family walked towards her and her mum.

Bellatrix wore a black dress that fell to her ankles and covered her arms in velvet, pearls adorned her ears and neck, but Rita knew that the silver crow was attached to the inside of Bellatrix's dress, out of sight. Her hair was pinned up under a mesh mourning hat that matched her gloves. Her lips were set in a grim line and she looked at Rita with sympathy.

"Mrs. Black, Mr. Black," Elaine greeted, "and the Miss Blacks,"

The three girls curtseyed and Rita's father came up behind his wife to greet the family.

While Rita's mother stayed at the entrance point, her father led them through to where people were speaking in hushed voices all dressed in black. Outside, Bellatrix could see the coffin ready to be put in the ground. Rita left her mother at the entrance and joined Bellatrix without a word.

Bellatrix stayed by her parents for a few minutes until her father went to speak with an acquaintance and her mother sat down and pulled a little bottle out from her pocket. Then she went away with Rita.

Rita led her through the room without a word until they exited through a back door that led to an old wooden stairway. Rita began to climb it without a thought and Bellatrix followed. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled and pined to her head and she wore a black dress that stopped at her knee and had triangular straps at the top. She had a fur coat slung over her arm because it was too warm inside.

At the top of the stairs was an attic with one circular window that filtered light in and showed the dust that coated everything and floated through the air. You could still hear the piano playing from below the floor. Rita closed the door behind them and practically ran into Bellatrix's arms.

Bellatrix held her close and she felt Rita's tears fall onto her shoulder as she shook slightly.

"I'm so sorry," Bellatrix whispered, and Rita breathed in the sweet floral perfume Bellatrix wore and felt better just hearing her voice. "I wish you had wrote,"

Rita scowled and pulled back slightly, "I did write, when she got sick, you never answered."

"I never got it," Bellatrix said, and Rita nodded sadly, "I'm sorry," She repeated, because what else was there to say?

"I think that's the most I've ever heard you say sorry," Rita said, she found herself attempting to lighten the mood now. Bellatrix smiled and laughed a little.

"And for things that aren't my fault," Bellatrix added, and Rita laughed for the first time in a while, then she began to cry, and Bellatrix pulled her back into an embrace. Rita stayed in her arms for a few minutes before pulling back to look at Trix's face.

Tears shone on Rita's cheeks and it broke Bellatrix's heart to see her so upset, and for Bellatrix to be so powerless against it. If it were up to her nothing would ever hurt Rita again, and she would be able to fix everything.

Rita leaned in tentatively and kissed Bellatrix lightly, when she didn't pull away Rita deepened the embrace and Bellatrix responded, her hand went to cup Rita's jaw and she pushed into Rita's kiss. Rita wished Bellatrix's hair was down just then so she could run her hands through it, but then people would know, so she just held onto Bellatrix's hips and pulled her closer.

They didn't hear the heels coming up the stairs until the door swung open and Bellatrix practically jumped away in panic. Thankfully, it was just Narcissa, but Rita had dark lipstick on her lips and Bellatrix's was smudged.

"How did I know?" Narcissa asked, and Bellatrix glared at her,

"What is it?" Bellatrix snapped, pissed off at getting caught and being interrupted.

"It's about to start, so you two might want to go downstairs considering your grandmother is about to be buried," Narcissa said, Rita looked stricken for a moment and Bellatrix was ready to curse Narcissa for the comment, but Rita stepped in.

"Thank you," She said, "We'll be right down,"

Narcissa scoffed and rolled her eyes before walking out, and Rita turned back to Bellatrix who was seething.

"That little bitch," Bellatrix cursed, and Rita smiled,

"It's alright," She said, "Better her than anyone else," and Bellatrix knew she was correct. She wiped the lipstick off of Rita and fixed her own with a spell before the two went back downstairs just in time.

Narcissa watched the two enter and rolled her eyes, she had nothing against Bellatrix doing whatever she wanted with girls, but Rita Skeeter was the worst possible option, and she had already seen how capable she was of destroying her sister.

Rita put her coat back on as everyone went outside to to fresh grave. Bellatrix could see her breath in the air as she walked beside Rita but far enough away that they weren't touching.

There was a pastor who spoke and read some verses. Then Rita's mother spoke, and Bellatrix watched as tears ran down Rita's cheeks and she just tried not to take her friend's hand.

Then, Rita got up to speak. She wished she could've brought Bellatrix up to the podium with her, but she settled on fixing her gaze on Bellatrix as she spoke.

"Rose was known to me as Nana, she was the best grandmother I could ever ask for. I remember, she taught me how to bake all sorts of treats because, as she would say 'A sweet treat is the best cure for any ailment.' She had a lot of those sayings that weren't factual but that made sense and made me laugh. When I was sick, it seemed true, because anything she baked cured me." Rita paused and blinked back tears before continuing, "One of her last pieces of advice to me, was not to miss her too much, and that has been the hardest task she has ever given me, because how am I supposed to stop missing the sun."

At this point, everyone was crying, and Bellatrix was reminded of how talented Rita was with words. Rita's voice shook, but her gaze never faltered as she stared at Bellatrix. "She was my sun, my guiding light through my darkest night, she made my mum the woman she is today, and she made me the person I am proud to be. I want to thank her for her never-ending encouragement in all of my endeavors, especially my writing, everything I become is because of her." Rita finished with a rattled sigh and she smiled despite the tears in her eyes.

Bellatrix smiled back and watched as Rita cast a longing glance at her before going to stand beside her parents. Throughout the rest of the ceremony, Rita's eyes remained on Bellatrix, who met her gaze. Despite their distance, it felt like they were right next to each other. Rita had a way of making her feel like no one else was in the room because no one else mattered.

Rita's thoughts went between the ceremony and Bellatrix. She felt a little guilty that while her grandmother was being buried, all she could care about was Trix, but Nana would've been glad she had someone.

After she had been interned, the progression returned to the church for the repast and Bellatrix remained dutifully at Rita's side the entire time as she cried and gave pleasantries to everyone.

"Do you want me to get you something?" Bellatrix asked in a low voice, "I can get a drink or food,"

"No, I'm alright," Rita replied curtly. Bellatrix whispered something affirmative, and Rita sighed. Actually, yes, can you get me something to drink and something like bread? I feel nauseous, and I haven't eaten."

Bellatrix nodded and went off the get refreshment. She put some baguette and cheese on a plate before getting some water with red wine.

Rita was too warm with her coat on, but the church was still too cold to go without it so Rita switched between draping it over her shoulders and her arm. Bellatrix returned with bread and cheese and wine and forced Rita to sit down and eat and drink a little. To Rita, she looked composed as ever, tense of course, which meant she was on edge, but that could be any number of things. Rita glanced over Trix's shoulder and spotted her parents a few meters away, Druella's face had a sour expression and Rita imagined that if her hair was pulled back so tightly she'd wear the same one.

Bellatrix was freaking out internally, she had no clue what to do when someone died because grief was something no one ever spoke to her about. Normally, she'd just hug Rita because, with her, physical contact was easier than words, but with her parents in the same room she didn't dare, and sneaking away was too risky. She didn't know what to say, and all she could do was ask if Rita needed anything, she just wanted to fix it.

"I wish I could make it all go away," Bellatrix murmured,

"I'm glad you can't, I need to sit in this sadness for a while, you're doing everything by being here," Rita replied, she almost reached out but thought better of it.

"When did you become so wise?" Bellatrix remarked with a slight smirk,

"You must rub off on me," Rita replied.

Chapter 75: Fifth year, 1967- One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I'm on

Notes:

Sometimes I like to think that wizards and stuff never learned like science or math or English so they are just like kinda stupid in the real world. idk just kinda funny to think abt

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January 6th, 1967

Bellatrix entered the rain with Narcissa and Andromeda, the last of whom was met with inquiries as to where she had been, and the reply that Andy had been pursuing studies elsewhere. Bellatrix had a fog surrounding the memory that told her it had been tampered with, it also told her she was the one who cast it because it was sloppy, she just hoped that whatever she had been trying to hide had been better hidden from her sisters.

When the train pulled out of the station, and her parents could no longer reach them, Andromeda wordlessly got up and left. Shortly after, Chloe, Rita, Alarice, and Rabastian entered the train car. Bellatrix's eyes immediately drifted to Rita who looked a little sad, but that was to be expected, as everyone settled in Rita shot a glance at Bellatrix and then quietly said she was going to the bathroom.

Bellatrix took the hint and after a few minutes, she excused herself to go to a prefect meeting, which she would actually have to go to after talking to Rita. Bellatrix went to the right and after a few cars there was an empty one, and Rita stood in the middle of it waiting. Bellatrix smiled and slipped in before closing the blinds to every window, she had a new glint in her eye.

"I was going to give this to you at school, but I figured I could do it now." Bellatrix presented Rita with a black box with a silver 'W' printed on the top in swirly cursive font. Rita accepted the gift, and Bellatrix watched her open it with nervous energy. She didn't know what to do, and her first instinct was to throw money at problems or unpleasantness, as long as she couldn't magic it away.

Inside, was a mother-of-pearl necklace with a golden clasp, Rita's eyes widened and she stared at it dumbfounded for a moment before beginning to shake her head. "No, I can't accept this," Rita said, trying to give the box back to Bellatrix who wouldn't take it and stood with her arms firmly crossed over her chest.

"It's a gift," Bellatrix replied,

"An expensive gift," Rita replied, she examined the necklace closer, "I can't accept a hundred galleon-"

"Thousand," Bellatrix corrected nonchalantly as if it were nothing. Rita had nice things, her family had a second home, and her father had a good position at Gringotts, still, it was hardly anything compared to the generational wealth Bellatrix had access to.

"Trix, I can't afford to get you gifts like this," Rita said,

"I know," Bellatrix replied, "But I can, and I will because they are gifts." Rita opened her mouth to speak again, but Bellatrix spoke again before she could. "You know it really is bad manners to make such a fuss over a gift and to speak of its worth." She assumed a pedantic air as she repeated one of the many lessons she had been taught. Fortunately, this placated Rita, who smiled before asking Bellatrix to clasp the necklace onto her.

Rita shivered slightly as Bellatrix's fingers ghosted over the back of her neck, lingering just slightly before retracting. Rita turned back, slightly breathless as she always was with Bellatrix. Bellatrix broke the spell with a sigh, "I have a prefect meeting," she said apologetically,

"right, of course," Rita replied, looking down at the carpeted floor,

"I'll be back in half an hour," Bellatrix said, she wanted to kiss Rita but decided not to, it was hard not to get lost in it.

The meeting was boring and Bellatrix zoned out the entire time. Unfortunately, she missed a question the head girl asked her and just answered yes which signed her up to patrol the train until they got to Hogwarts and do a sweep of it afterward.

"I'll tell Rita you'll be held up," Alecto whispered, and Bellatrix nearly hexed her.

*

Bellatrix walked through the corridor as she ran through the theories of the unforgivables in her head. She was dedicated to perfecting this, part of it was morbid curiosity, but part of it was darker than that, part of her loved the feeling and the power.

As she passed the lavatories she noticed smoke coming from the door and opened it to make sure there was no fire.

"Miss me?" Sybill asked, Bellatrix blinked and fought back a cough as she entered the smoked-out bathroom Sybill had been hiding in. There was a spell to prevent the smell from leaving the room but the smoke has still wafted out of a little gap.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bellatrix asked, she waved her wand and at once all the smoke vanished and she could breathe again. "You can't smoke on the train, and you can't do illicit substances." She was in her prefect persona at the moment and Sybill smiled, high out of her mind. /

"You're one to talk about smoking on the train and illicit substances," Sybill replied, mocking Bellatrix's posh accent slightly. Bellatrix glared at her fiercely and Sybill rolled her eyes before sliding off the counter she had been sitting on. "I'll see you around, Black," she said, pausing at the doorway beside Bellatrix before pushing past her. She walked down a hall, took a turn, and went through some doors. Bellatrix watched her go and looked back to the bathroom where the spliff was still sitting smoking. Bellatrix looked to each side before closing the door behind her and smoking illicit substances on the train she smiled at her own words.

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By the time the train reached Hogwarts, the sun was setting, and when Bellatrix finally made it to the castle after having to check the train it was dark. She went straight to her room instead of to the feast that was finishing up, she wasn't hungry anyway and she had some things to take care of before she went to bed.

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Sunday, January 7th, 1967

Rita woke up before Bellatrix and watched her as she slept, her face looked peaceful and she looked younger without the tense expression she wore. She waited for a while before Bellatrix woke up and then allowed herself to slide into Trix's arms, her heart raced as she got closer, she wondered when that would wear off.

"Do you remember, when you brought me to the Christmas ball, in second year, and you scolded Sirius for asking if I was your girlfriend?" Rita asked, and she felt Bellatrix smiled against the top of her head.

"I remember," Bellatrix replied, but she didn't offer more and they lapsed into silence for a couple minutes.

Rita broke the quiet, "What do you think happens when we die?" she couldn't see Bellatrix's reaction but she imagined it was one of surprise if the silence that followed was any indication of her lack of preparation on the subject.

Finally, she spoke, "I was raised Catholic, with a heaven and a hell and a purgatory,"

"Is that what you believe in?" Rita asked, "Heaven and Hell?"

"No," Bellatrix replied, "Not anymore,"

Rita felt like there was more that Bellatrix wasn't telling her, but that was no rare feeling around her. "Why not?" Rita pushed, she knew how to get answers, even from Bellatrix. Bellatrix laughed uncomfortably but Rita didn't back down.

"I read the rest of the rules that they don't follow." Bellatrix replied, "It's all contradictions and speculation of man for want of peace in the unknown."

Rita still wasn't satisfied with Bellatrix's answer and she pulled back to look at Trix in the eye. "Ok, so what do you think happens when we die?"

"I don't know," Bellatrix replied, her reply only frustrated Rita more,

"You know the answer I want," Rita said impatiently and Bellatrix looked down at her hands.

"I think that's just it," Bellatrix said, Rita scowled, that couldn't be just it,

"What do you mean it ?" Rita demanded and Bellatrix sighed, as if she knew this would lead to an argument of sorts.

"I think we just die and cease to exist." Bellatrix said, "If I had to explain it,"

"That can't just be it." Rita protested and Bellatrix shrugged in the most un-Bellatrix way ever.

"You wanted to know my position on the matter," She said matter of factly, and it was annoying that she was entirely correct.

"So you think this is it?" Rita asked, "That no one ever meets again, there's no second chance, or punishment, or paradise? Why would we even live?"

"Isn't it more of a gift if we only get one, and it's only a short while?" Bellatrix asked, "Find the poetry in that, because finding lovers in each life is overdone, screw every other universe. I'd rather have one." she appealed to Rita's writer nature and Rita could practically see the words printed onto paper before her. There was something poetically tragic in it, but it brought no comfort to death.

As if Bellatrix had read her mind, she spoke again, "Of course, it's no comfort to death and it becomes a tragic grim event." and Rita hummed in agreement. The silence stretched on until Rita collected her thoughts and formulated her argument.

"I think we reincarnate," She said, "I think we've been here before, and we'll return again." She liked the concept more, and it made sense to her, sometimes she did feel like they were old souls.

"You like the comforting idea," Bellatrix remarked,

"And you torture yourself with the morbidest," Rita retorted,

"I think the prospect of eternal punishment is worse," Bellatrix quipped, and Rita considered it momentarily.

"I think I'd rather burn than not exist," she said decidedly, "At least then I'd have a chance to find you," Rita added with a smirk. She noticed Bellatrix's gaze was drawn to her lips.

Bellatrix leaned in slightly, "If there is a hell, I'll be there," she said beneath a breath,

"Yeah, running it," Rita retorted, and Bellatrix huffed in amusement. Her eyes locked with Rita's, and she instinctively began to lean closer. Bellatrix finally broke their gaze when she moved so that her lips were beside Rita's ear, and Rita could feel Bellatrix's breath on her. One of her well-manicured hands rested on Rita's knee as she spoke, and Rita knew she was probably unaware of the gesture and what Bellatrix was doing to her.

"In this scenario, did I take over, or am I the devil himself?" Bellatrix asked, her voice hushed. Rita would've done anything she asked at that moment, she inhaled shakily and Bellatrix noticed that. With an evil smirk that Rita could only imagine, Bellatrix moved closer so that there was hardly any space between her lips and Rita's skin. "Answer the question," Bellatrix murmured, but Rita could hardly breathe with Trix so close, much less think!

"I don't know," Rita said, her voice was breathy and higher pitch, and Bellatrix reveled in it, it was such a power trip to have someone at your complete mercy, and they are begging to be.

"You don't know," Bellatrix repeated in the same composed tone, "Okay,"

For a moment Rita froze, she knew Bellatrix, she knew Bellatrix would never try to hurt her, well not when she wasn't mad, but she could change in a second. It's happened before and Rita tiptoes around her trying not to wake whatever beast lurks beneath the porcelain skin of her lover. Bellatrix was like a hurricane, and Rita was in her eye, the wind and rain raged beyond, but here it was quiet.

Bellatrix placed a soft kiss right on Rita's pulse and for a moment she wondered if Bellatrix was going to sink her teeth in, (not that she was opposed to the idea). Rita knew how quickly could Bellatrix go from gentle caresses to sinking in her teeth with the wrong step. She prided herself on being so above emotions, and she was for the most part with most people, but Rita was not most people.

The first kiss was followed by a second, slightly less delicate which progressed until Rita's neck was purple and she had teeth marks. Suddenly, she stopped and Rita made a noise of protest that Bellatrix ignored.

"Do you have an answer now?" She asked,

"You're the devil my love,"

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"You have a spell for these right?" Rita asked, examining her neck in Trix's mirror, it looked like she was an abuse victim.

"No, I'm going to let you walk around school with sex symbols on your neck." Bellatric deadpanned, not even looking Rita's way. Rita rolled her eyes and scoffed, Bellatrix wasn't incredible at being soft and the only comfort she offered was physical touch which was great, but Rita needed to talk things out. "Come here," Bellatrix commanded, Rita turned to Bellatrix who was turned around at her desk with her wand in her hand.

With a few words the marks vanished, all the visible ones anyway.

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January 10th, 1967

Sybill really wished she could say she was fine, that nothing was amiss, and that she didn't care, but that would be a lie because no matter what, she did care. She didn't want to admit it, but she missed Bellatrix, more physically than anything, it was hard not to when she was so... enthralling.

What was worse was seeing Skeeter as her replacement, except Bellatrix could stand to be seen with her. Not everyone knew they were screwing, but Sybill did. Logically, she knew Bellatrix didn't care for her, but it was hard not to doubt that fact when she had been so close.

During potions, Bellatrix was polite, something she only offered to people who had power. She was perfectly civil and professional and perfect and it was slightly infuriating when Sybill knew what she tasted like. No one paid enough attention to her to notice her gaze that was fixated on Bellatrix, except for Rita who glared daggers at Sybill, not that she cared, it wasn't her problem if Rita was too dense to focus her attention on Bellatrix instead of whoever was watching her. Someone would always be watching Bellatrix, and Rita was foolish to think she and Bellatrix would last. Bellatrix would never go against her family's wishes, maybe if Rita was lucky she would remain a lover in secret, but even that was doubtful.

Whatever, Sybill knew they hadn't had their last kiss, as long as she let things play out, Bellatrix would come back soon enough.

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January 14th, 1967

"Now class, OWLS are sooner than you imagine, now would be a good time to compile last semester's notes and information into a study guide." Professor McGonagall said. Bellatrix thought she was smart, for a Gryffindor.

"They act like we don't know how to do this," Chloe whispered and Bellatrix smirked,

"Have you seen some of our class," Alecto sneered,

The bell rang and McGonagall dismissed the class as she continued to shout advice that they had been hearing all year. The amount of pressure the professors put on it made Bellatrix wonder if there were that many stupid people. Bellatrix had never gotten below an O on anything, it was why she was top of her year, it was what her parents expected, it was what she expected, and it's not like it was hard. For her anyway.

Bellatrix walked down to the great hall for lunch with Alecto, Alarice, and Chloe, they would meet everyone else there.

People moved out of the way for Bellatrix, who had a habit of hexing people who walked too slowly or stood in the middle of the hall, or who bumped into her. The middle part of the Slytherin table was left empty because that was where Bellatrix sat. People were either terrified of her, or they envied her, if you weren't one of her circle, you were nothing to her. Of course, the teachers either loved her or were scared to get involved, people remembered the things that happened to those who got caught up in the Black family's storm.

Bellatrix sat between Rita and Alecto, except when Narcissa joined, then she sat between her sister and Rita. Today Cissa was somewhere else, she'd probably get food later.

Narcissa was absent from the group more whenever Rita was close; she just didn't like seeing her with Bellatrix, ever.

"I suppose the speeches will only grow worse as the time draws closer," Bellatrix remarked. Now that they were out of the classroom, she would freely express her opinion.

"I'm sick of them already," Rita agreed,

"You all say that and then end up complaining about how you're going to fail," Amycus said bluntly,

"Bloody girls always want something to complain about," Lucius mumbled, and Bellatrix shot him a fierce look.

"Shove it, Malfoy," Bellatrix snarled, and Lucius remained as composed as possible while also resigning. Everyone who knew Bellatrix knew she was all bark and all bite. If you were smart, you backed off when she barked.

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January 17th, 1967

Bellatrix was back to restless nights where she chased sleep but it continued to evade her. She had to be still because Rita was beside her breathing evenly as she slept peacefully. She was wearing Bellatrix's quidditch jumper to keep warm, she had pulled it on right before curling into Bellatrix's side again and falling asleep.

Bellatrix admired the way her blonde hair looked almost white in the moonlight, and her skin could've been made from diamond. Suddenly she felt water on her face and she brought her hand to her cheek in confusion. For a moment she wondered if there was a leak before she realized tears were rolling down her face, she didn't feel like she was crying, and yet her body seemed to think it was an appropriate response. Bellatrix rubbed her eyes in an effort to stop the tears as she told herself she was just really tired, and yet she felt wide awake.

Bellatrix was buzzing with nervous energy and every one of her muscles was uncomfortably tense, her jaw was locked, almost painfully, and a headache was developing deep in her skull. She was going to be in a horrible mood the next day, she already knew it.

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January 18th, 1967

Bellatrix didn't sleep, instead, she pretended to wake up right as Rita began to stir. They didn't have much time to talk because Rita needed to get back to her dorm, so as Bellatrix walked through the room, silent as a ghost, Rita transformed and Bellatrix opened the door a crack for her to get out in her beetle form.

Bellatrix had a prefect meeting so she wore the sweater part of her uniform and made sure her prefect pin was visible on her cloak. She met Alecto, Malfoy, and Lestrange in the common room and they headed to the Charms classroom.

"I still can't believe a mudblood is a Hufflepuff prefect, their house was never pure, but it has never come to this before," Lucius said as they walked up a flight of stairs, and Bellatrix didn't comment, she had said enough on the subject that her opinions on it were clear.

"There will probably be more now," Rabastian added. Bellatrix cringed at the idea, oh how the mighty had fallen indeed.

"It's to be expected with all the families getting close to dropping out of the sacred 28," Alecto said, "look at the Weasleys for example, and I suppose the Prewetts would be the next to fall."

"They are still in the sacred 28 though," Lucius said, "even with the whole scandal around Molly and Arthur."

"It's a shame," Bellatrix said, "I've no desire to interact with such company at events. Blood traitors are just as horrible as mudbloods, possibly worse considering they have the choice." She spoke of it as "us and them" and they were so much lower to her.

"They don't want to have to change the number again. It was bad enough when the Potter family was excluded. People still speak of that, and that was nearly 70 years ago now." Lucius explained, "It's really all a politics thing."

"What makes it a political thing is that if another family, especially another two, are dropped, then people could question the rest. It could dismantle the system, the radicals could see it as a weakness, a sign the old ways are crumbling, it wouldn't be hard to convince people." Bellatrix elaborated.

The three fell quiet for a moment after Bellatrix spoke, and she rolled her eyes. Somehow, they were still shocked when she spoke about politics as if she hadn't spent years at her father's side, as if she hadn't read everything there was to read and learned it all. They all still doubted her. She hated it, how she was a woman before anything else. She proved herself again and again, and people were still taken aback when she spoke out.

"It's not like I don't read," She snarled, sick of the silence, Rabastian coughed and Lucius muttered an apology.

The rest of the walk to the meeting was silent and they arrived a few minutes early, but Bellatrix just stood in a corner with a face that screamed to stay away.

The meeting began and there were a few commentaries and questions about situations from the last meeting and if certain things had been resolved. Bellatrix didn't really care, if she disciplined a student, she filled out what was required and nothing more, she never asked follow-up questions because it didn't matter. Frankly, she found it was mostly a waste of everyone's time and it annoyed her, but she knew it was necessary.

The meeting ended after breakfast and Bellatrix only had 10 minutes to get to her next class, she didn't normally eat much in the morning anyway. She hurried out of the meeting and made her way to A-Ancient Studies.

Chapter 76: Fifth year, 1967- Loving her was red

Chapter Text

January 20th, 1967

Bellatrix had been learning the theory behind the patronus charm for nearly a month now, and finally, they were going to attempt it. From every reading, it was a hard spell, but she had mastered higher-level ones. The difficult part was the memory, she needed a purely happy memory which was difficult when Bellatrix was a pessimistic person, in her mind the glass was half empty.

"Now class, are there any questions, or can we begin?" The professor asked, and was met with silence so he clapped his hands together and told them to begin.

The room filled with the sound of students attempting to cast the spell. The professor walked around the room correcting everyone on something or another, all he expected was a wisp for the first day.

By the end of the lesson, Bellatrix decided it was her least favorite spell, mostly because she couldn't do it when most of the class had. In fact, it was only her, Alecto, and Rabastian who still couldn't produce a patronus.

"That spell is bullshit anyway," Rabastian muttered as the three filed out.

"I know right, It's only useful for sending messages and keeping away dementors, and I can send a message through owl and honestly when would I ever encounter a dementor." Bellatrix agreed, "A spell that relies on a good memory can't be that powerful anyway."

"You three are just bitter because the mudbloods in class were better," Alarice said with a smirk, out of the four she was the only one who had gotten partially there. They all glared at her but said nothing because she was right and they all knew it. a

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"I don't know what it is I'm missing!" Bellatrix exclaimed, she had pretended earlier that her failure hadn't bothered her too much, but it had. When she returned to her dorm she immediately pulled out her DADA book and began going over it all again.

"The memory," Rita said, she was sitting on Bellatrix's bed watching her as she tried to cast the spell.

"What?" Bellatrix asked,

"You need a happy memory, a really happy one. Which one are you using?" Rita asked, and Bellatrix frowned, her memory was sitting with her Aunt in that French cafe.

"It's a good one." Bellatrix replied dismissively, "That isn't the problem."

"I seriously doubt your idea of a happy memory is going to work," Rita said,

"What you think I can't come up with my own memory?" Bellatrix asked irritably, Rita sighed and got off the bed. "What are you doing?" Bellatrix asked as Rita walked over.

"Making you a happy memory," She replied with a smile, and she pulled Bellatrix into an embrace as she threaded her hands through Bellatrix's long black curls. Bellatrix wrapped her arms around Rita's waist to pull her closer, it seemed like she could never get close enough.

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January 21st, 1967

"Expecto Patronum!" Bellatrix watched as a trail of blue light, almost like smoke came from her wand, Rita had been right. All she needed was a happier memory, and the taste of Rita's lips was enough of a good thing. They weren't expected to produce a corporeal patronus until 7th year, so Bellatrix had plenty of time to make happy memories.

****

February 3rd, 1967

Rita felt anxious, everything with Bellatrix was still great, but it felt like too much of a good thing. There was no clarification from Bellatrix as to what they were, sure she had quit seeing Sybill, but other than Narcissa and Alecto, no one knew, and she already knew Bellatrix would never tell a soul. The problem was that even in private Bellatrix still acted like people were watching, the words "I love you" never left her lips in a romantic sense, and she never called Rita anything other than a best friend. Still, Rita didn't want to ask Bellatrix what they were considering she just got her back and that was a sure way to drive her off again.

Rita missed the simplicity of their friendship when nothing else was in the way, but the world seemed hell-bent on placing barriers between the two friends, lovers, whatever they were. The lines used to be clear cut, and she used to know where she stood, now everything was blurry and she fumbled around for her place.

She never saw her other friends anymore, they were mostly halfbloods and she spent all her time with Bellatrix who would move spots in the library if a group of mudbloods came too close.

What Rita didn't know was that Bellatrix cursed them later when she could get them alone.

Currently, Rita had a free period because her teacher had to cancel for some unspecified reason. Bellatrix was in double DADA, so she would be occupied for the next two hours. She wandered around the castle for a while after dropping her things off in the library, she had been sitting all day and she felt restless. Her mind was mostly occupied with Bellatrix, they didn't have any classes together but they had free periods together and that was better, though Rita did miss when her and Bellatrix's schedules were nearly identical.

After OLWS, they changed even more. Rita was planning to drop a bunch of classes because journalism didn't require NEWTS in most of them. She'd take a few courses for credits, but she could really focus on her writing. Bellatrix was continuing all of her studies and placing higher in a few courses. She might end up taking a few NEWTS next year.

Some might have been jealous, but Rita was never competing with Bellatrix. They were just too different, and they prioritized different things. Bellatrix took pride in her advanced studies, but Rita didn't care; she just wanted to write.

She circled back to the library and wrote for the next 90 minutes.

****

Bellatrix was paired with Alarice for DADA, they were practicing dueling. Alarice was good, Bellatrix was better, but it was still a good enough match.

The Professor turned about the room observing and instructing various students. He stopped to watch Bellatrix and Alarice as they flung spells and counterspells, some wordless, some out loud. Bellatrix was focused on Alarice, watching her movements and predicting her next, it helped that she knew her opponent well enough.

Bellatrix feigned a defensive spell and Alarice moved to strike again, but Bellatrix had actually fired a stinging jinx that hit her opponent's arm causing the girl to recoil, and while she was distracted Bellatrix disarmed her.

"Good Miss. Black." The Professor said,

"Thank you, sir," Bellatrix replied, ever anxious to please and do well,

When class ended, the Professor called her to stay for a moment and speak with him.

"I know you'd rather leave, so I'll keep this short," He said, Bellatrix appreciated his straightforwardness, she hated when professors offered her tea because that meant it would be a long meeting, and she despised the social call. "There's a dueling club, it meets every Friday, come tomorrow at 4 in the great hall."

Bellatrix couldn't exactly refuse, so she went along with it and promised to attend the meeting, she didn't expect a challenge, but it could be fun.

When she got out of the class, Rita was waiting for her.

"There you are!" She exclaimed, "I've been waiting for-"

"Three minutes," Bellatrix interjected, "I'm so sorry," she said sarcastically, and Rita rolled her eyes.

"You're a right bitch you know," Rita said with a smirk, "here I am just trying to care for my friend and pick her up after her very long class when I haven't seen her all day except for meals, and you don't look the least bit grateful." she teased,

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows and gave Rita a look she knew all too well that meant she could apologize, or be pulled into some dark corner. Rita bit her lip slightly and her smile widened, taunting Bellatrix.

Bellatrix smiled with an evil glint in her eyes and she looked back to the path in front of them. "Ok," She said teasingly. Bellatrix looked at Rita through the corner of her eye and caught her with her teeth pulling at her lower lip while she looked at Bellatrix with a lustful haze.

"Where are we going?" Rita asked, Bellatrix could hear the slight change in her voice, it was higher and a little whinier.

"Room of Requirement," Bellatrix replied, her stomach was filled with butterflies and her skin was tingling, she hid it well, but she was just as helpless when it came to Rita.

****

"Where've you two been?" Lucius called from their usual place in the commons when he spotted Bellatrix and Rita walking over. School had been over at three and they had been missing for the past two and a half hours.

"Walk," Bellatrix said with finality, and no one questioned her, not openly anyway.

When everyone was settled and focused on their own things, Alecto leaned closer to Bellatrix with a smirk. "For two and a half hours?" She asked, and Bellatrix gave her a glare that could turn someone to stone.

****

February 4th, 1967

Bellatrix didn't want to spend her evening at the dueling club. It was two hours and while she didn't really have anything better to do, it was a nuisance. Still, she had agreed to go, and skipping commitments was a bad look.

"Miss Black!" The professor exclaimed, "Good to see you, come, come." He waved her over to where he stood with a group of students Bellatrix assumed to be 7th years, she recognized a few who were Sacred 28, but others she didn't know. Logically, Bellatrix knew it wasn't realistic to expect mudbloods and bloodtraitors to be banned from certain things, but she really wished it was. There could be no society without a top and a bottom, that was what her mother used to say, and it was one of the many sayings Bellatrix had adopted as truth over time.

"I want to introduce you to-" The professor was cut off by Thomas Macmillan,

"I believe we are all familiar," He said, "except the..." he paused for a moment, "muggleborns, I believe Bellatrix has yet to be acquainted with them."

"Ah yes," The professor amended, "Well, here we have Miss Eagan and Mr. Fillardo." He gestured to the two Bellatrix didn't recognize, the girl was short and had blue eyes with dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, the boy looked slightly like Rudolphus, except his eyes were brown, not ice-blue. Bellatrix didn't bother forcing a smile and she looked the two up and down with disgust.

They all stood there for a moment before the Professor cleared his throat and clapped. He gave a little speech and introduced Bellatrix to the group before they began.

"You're welcome to watch for this meeting it you'd prefer." The Professor said,

"Actually sir, if it's possible, I'd like to duel whoever the champion is." Bellatrix said, she was already ready to jump into the deep in because she knew she could swim.

"Are you certain?" He asked, "Our current champion is Macmillan and he's two years above you."

"I'm certain sir," Bellatrix replied, trying to hide the annoyance in her voice, if the professor knew her at all he would've known this would be the first things she did. Time and time again she proved herself and yet she was still doubted.

"alright," He replied, and walked over to Macmillan. Bellatrix cast a wordless spell to enhance her hearing so she could hear their conversation.

"She's challenged you,"

"Is she mental?"

"You can decline the challenge,"

"No, I'll do it, but when she gets hurt it won't be pretty."

Bellatrix scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You two about done there?" She called over, "I'm ready whenever you are," Macmillan looked over to her and shot the professor a look before walking over to her.

"You have to issue a formal challenge," He said, Bellatrix exhaled harshly before touching her wand to her throat to amplify her voice.

"I, Bellatrix Black, formally challenge you, Thomas Macmillan, to a duel." Her voice rang out clearly throughout the room, and with a smug smile, she lowered her wand. "Happy?" She asked, Macmillan bit his tongue, confident he'd have the final word.

"Exctatic," He replied,

"Alright!" The professor called, and the other students went silent, "Miss Black and Mr. Macmillan, take the floor." Everyone cleared a space for the two competitors and Bellatrix stepped into the middle with confidence. There were murmurs around but Bellatrix was focused on the only thing that mattered, winning.

She took her position and Macmillan stood across from her. "The inferior bows first," he said,

"Then you had better kiss the ground," Bellatrix retorted, a few students snickered while others let out "ooos,". Macmillan looked around with a red face, embarrassment, that was his weakness. Bellatrix smiled to herself, he'd be too focused on what other people thought instead of concentrating on what he was doing. Bellatrix formulated a plan in her mind that would exploit his faults and play to her own strengths.

"Until one of you comes out victorious, bow at the same time," The professor intervened,

"Mine's bigger than yours," One of the students mocked, causing another wave of laughter to pass through the gathered students. Even though they weren't laughing at him, Macmillan grew more upset, he was too emotional. Maybe it was good for strength, but in the end, Bellatrix would win because she would be in control, and that would give her the upper hand.

Bellatrix and Macmillan bowed simultaneously and took their positions. Bellatrix had a defensive spell at the tip of her tongue and when Macmillan threw the first hex Bellatrix countered it just as quickly and sent another flying his way. Startled by her speed, the boy had to physically jump out of the way of her curse. Bellatrix smiled tauntingly, "I don't believe I'll be the one getting hurt." she said, trying to rile him up further. She was rewarded when he sent a jinx her way which she deflected and sent back to him, but he continued to fire, and Bellatrix was taken aback, he wasn't the only one who had underestimated his opponent.

Still, Bellatrix quickly regained her footing and quit allowing him to drive her back. Instead, she conjured a defective wall that caught the next five hexes fired in quick succession and sent them right back with blinding speed, but Macmillan caught each one with the counter hexes, but as he did so Bellatrix fired off two curses, one verbal, one silent. Macmillan was able to block the first, but the second took him by surprise and knocked him back a few feet. Bellatrix advanced quickly, firing more hexes to force him on the offense.

"How does being beaten by a fifth-year feel?" She taunted, and he sprung to his feet, but while he was focused on that, Bellatrix disarmed him. Now with his wand in her hand, he was limited to wandless magic, and he tried to fire a few jinxes that were weak enough to be laughable. With another few flicks of her wand, he was lashed in ropes, unable to move. "Surrender?" she asked with a smile, and despite the humiliation, Macmillan nodded, "you have to issue a formal surrender," Bellatrix said, throwing his earlier words back in his face. She didn't think it was possible, but his face grew redder. When he realized she wasn't going to untie him until he did, he relented.

"I, Thomas Macmillan, formally surrender to you, Bellatrix Black." he said though gritted teeth, and Bellatrix smiled before undoing the ropes around him in quick motion.

"Well, this has been fun," Bellatrix said casually stepping away from the floor.

"I want a rematch," Macmillan replied,

"Sure, next Friday." Bellatrix replied, "I have to go," and with that, she dropped his was on the floor and left.

February 7th, 1967

"Our parents had an iron grip on us when we were younger," Andromeda said, "If I was ever late, or spoke out of turn, or made any mistake, there were consequences. I'm not sure how Bella and Cissy have done it all these years. Of course, each of them has been punished, but I always seemed to get the worst of it." She could hardly look at Ted as she spoke. He was her best friend and had been for nearly four years, and she couldn't look him in the eye as she told him about her family. He was sweet and supportive and kind and Andromeda didn't deserve him, yet he stayed. Of course, he had asked questions about where she had been, and Andromeda explained her whole trip.

"When you didn't come back to school, I was so worried, I even asked your sisters where you were," Ted said, "I was so scared they had done something to you because we were friends."

Andromeda swallowed, she wanted to tell Ted everything, but if anyone ever found out the consequences would be severe, for her and the family. Still, she needed someone to know, someone to lean on with her sisters totally brainwashed. "There's more," she said, "when they would punish us, it wasn't normal punishments," tears welled in her eyes and she took a moment before continuing. "when it was something little, they cursed us, but if it was anything more than a minor mistake, they would use unforgivables, and then they made us punish each other."

Andromeda looked up, tears streaking down her face, expecting to see Ted looking at her with pity, but there was nothing of the sort in his gaze. He looked furious. Andromeda had only seen him upset a handful of times, but the anger was clear in the hard lines of his usually soft features. For a moment, she was worried she had upset him, and she began to apologize when he cut her off by pulling her into a tight hug. Andromeda stood frozen for a moment before wrapping her arms around Ted, and letting herself cry while he held her as if she would fly away.

"I hate them," he whispered, his voice shaking with rage. God, I hate them."

"I know it's not their fault-"

"No, it is their fault!" Ted exclaimed. "You all had a choice. If you could have made the right one, they all could've." He took a few breaths to calm himself. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his tone gentle once more.

****

Febuary 11th, 1967

Macmillan bowed first, not that he was happy about it, and they dueled again. This time, he was better, but Bellatrix knew his patterns better.

This time, Bellatrix cast the first jinx, Macmillan countered and the two danced around for a bit before actually going for the throat when lesser curses did nothing. Bellatrix made sure not to cast anything that would raise suspission, anyone would just think she was very advanced, and that she could play off as talent, no one would suspect that she was getting close to mastery of all three unforgivables under her aunt's watch.

Macmillan disarmed her, but Bellatrix was nearly as good at wandless magic as she was at non-verbal spells and she was able to counter his hexes until she found an opening to accio her wand back.

Then the dance recommenced.

Their duel lasted longer this time, and ended in a draw. It could've gone on for longer, but both of them were growing tired, so when Macmillan offered a draw Bellatrix put aside her pride and accepted.

Afterwards, Bellatrix stayed a bit longer.

"You're good," Macmillan said, extending water in a sort of peace offering,

"I know," Bellatrix replied, she crossed her arms and looked between him and the water.

Macmillan sighed, "I apologize for underestimating you," he said, and Bellatrix took the water with a smile,

"Cheers," Bellatrix replied.

****

February 14th, 1967

Rita hadn't expected anything from Bellatrix, nothing special anyway. She wasn't big on Valentine's Day, which was fine, so Rita hadn't had any expectations, so when she woke up in Trix's bed to find a small box wrapped in heart paper, it was a bit of a surprise. There was a note taped to the box with Rita's name on it in Bellatrix's beautiful cursive writing.

Had to go to quidditch, didn't want to wake you, see you later, your Bellatrix.

She read it over and over, analyzed where the ink was heavier, to see where she paused as she wrote. Eventually, she was just reading the last two words, your Bellatrix. not "yours," or "from," but her Bellatrix, her's. Eventually, she put down the paper and unwrapped Bellatrix's gift, it was sure to be expensive, at first she had protested all the spoiling, but Bellatrix had no shortage of money and it was her's to spend.

Inside, was a golden beetle pin with a large pearl for the body, rubies for eyes, and emeralds on the wings. She didn't even want to know how much it had cost, sometimes she wondered just how much money Bellatrix had access to, and how much more she'd have whenever she was an adult. She could practically see their mansion with a large garden and a lake they could swim in when it was warm and skate on in the winter. Rita thought about all the rooms they would have, and it would all be theirs. She pinned the gold beetle to her nightgown before transforming and flying back to her dorm.

*

Bellatrix was a little late to breakfast because she refused to go in her quidditch uniform or without a proper shower. She looked perfectly neat as always when she appeared, and Bellatrix felt Rita's gaze follow her as she walked over. Bellatrix's eyes landed on the pin she had given Rita this morning and she smiled, she loved when Rita wore her gifts, especially because no one else knew who it was from. It was like their own little dirty secret, she'd be lying if she said she didn't love the rush; sometimes she wondered if that was all it was, just a thrill ride, but deep down she knew that Rita's roots wrapped around her heart.

Bellatrix brushed her hand against Rita's beneath the table, just lightly but enough to get that rush she was constantly chasing and her heart quickened. ***

"Thank you, it's beautiful," Rita whispered, her breath tickling Bellatrix's ear, and suddenly she didn't want to be in the commons anymore.

"Fancy a walk?" Bellatrix asked, and Rita smiled knowingly,

"Sure," she replied.

***

Febuary 20th, 1967

Bellatrix and Rita went to Hogsmeade separately from the rest of the group. For the past few days they had both been super busy. Rita was working on articles and applications to internships for journalism, and Bellatrix had prefect duties on top of the Slug club, and dueling club, and each of her professors had assigned an essay for the following week. It wasn't hard, it was just a lot, and on top of that, Bellatrix still didn't get more than a few hours of fitful sleep each night, and that was when she did drift off into the land of dreams.

Everyone knew they were close, and no one suspected they could be anything more than friends, so it wasn't odd to see them together strolling through the town talking and laughing over various subjects.

"Oh! Did I tell you about those two boys who were caught by McGonagall doing lines on campus?" Rita asked,

"Lines?" Bellatrix questioned,

"Coke," Rita clarified, "muggle drug, it's supposed to make you energetic or something." Bellatrix nodded even though she didn't really understand it and Rita continued with her story. Bellatrix liked listening to Rita tell her about whatever was happening, she liked being informed about things, and even more so she liked having the upper hand, and knowledge was the foundation of power.

Chapter 77: Fifth year, 1967- A losing game

Chapter Text

March 1st, 1967

At first, the weed had just been a rare thing, most times when she was with Sybill she didn't even actually smoke it, she just French inhaled or smoked a fag, the nicotine didn't last as long. But then it was when she got bored or wanted an escape, or when she was upset, and then when she was happy. For the past week, Bellatrix had been high pretty much the entire time, all she had to do was cast a spell and it didn't produce any smoke or smell. Of course, she still somehow got perfect marks on everything.

Her parents wouldn't approve of the smoking, or the weed, but there were a million things her parents didn't approve of that Bellatrix did anyway and there always would be. Besides, it's not like she did it in public, the way Andromeda flaunted around school with that mudblood. Whispers were starting, that they were more than friends, Rita had told Bellatrix the moment she heard it, that was the only way she knew things now, no one else dared to speak of these things to her. The only problem was that she was slightly dependent on Rita for two things now, information, and discretion; she wondered how long it would be until Rita understood the power she held.

Normally, Bellatrix didn't care much about music, but when she was stoned, everything sounded better, and she charmed the piano, three violins, and a cello to play melancholy classical pieces in the common room.

Rita wasn't a fan of her smoking, of course, she did it occasionally socially, but she didn't particularly care for it or crave it. If she actually knew the extent of Bella's smoking she would've said something, but Bellatrix was careful never to smoke too much in front of anyone, and she could act perfectly sober when she was high.

The one thing Bellatrix couldn't be high for was quidditch because it seemed like a death wish. Then again, she wasn't sure doing magic was that safer, but whatever, she couldn't be sober all the time.

Narcissa found herself in agreement with Rita on the subject, and it nearly changed her opinion. It was so secret that she didn't like Rita or think her and Bellatrix's relationship was healthy, but they usually did agree regarding Bellatrix's well-being. Still, Bellatrix was more distanced from her, (Rita's fault) so there wasn't much she could do, which she hated.

Andromeda was too wrapped up in her own shit to notice. She was focused on being happy, even if it meant dealing with the consequences later. Of course, she had heard the rumors of her and Ted's romance, but it was all bullshit. He was her best friend, they did everything together, and no one batted an eye, and Bellatrix's friendship with Rita. Thankfully, Ted didn't let the rumors get to him or the friendship, which Andromeda appreciated more than she could express.

**

"I said crushed," Bellatrix crossed her arms as Sybill presented the powdered fairy wings.

"They're the same thing," Sybill replied,

"No, they aren't, when you powder fairy wings they are more concentrated, one teaspoon of powdered fairy wings is way more than crushed," Bellatrix explained, it seemed like sometimes Sybill was making errors just to get a rise out of Bellatrix.

"They don't have a jar of crushed fairy wings," Sybill said,

"Then get whole wings and crush them!" Bellatrix exclaimed, "Merlin! Never mind, I'll do it, just keep cutting the rat tail." With a sigh, Bellatrix went over to the ingredient cabinet and got a few whole fairy wings that she crushed with her hand until she had filled the teaspoon.

Sybill honestly wasn't trying to upset Bellatrix most of the time, but she had a much shorter fuse now which Sybill brushed off as stress, she was also bitchier when she was high and maybe Bellatrix could hide it from other people, but Sybill knew.

**

If there was one thing Bellatrix missed about Sybill, it was the lack of judgment. She could say anything, or do anything knowing it would never be spoken of and she'd never be upset about it. Bellatrix figured it was because she just didn't really care that much which was new, but freeing. Sybill was predictable most of the time, she was unusual but that made her interesting, sometimes she would throw a loop, but it never had a consequence. Any damage she did could be easily contained. Rita was volatile, every action had an equal opposite reaction with her, and any power Bellatrix threw around would be sent right back, she could reek havoc and uproot whatever she wanted.

Sybill was a safer option, Bellatrix knew that logically, and she did enjoy Sybill, but she didn't love her.

Deep down, Bellatrix knew she loved Rita, even though she wouldn't admit it, not even to herself.

***

March 5th, 1967

"You never talk about your grandparents," Rita said, it stunned Bellatrix for a moment, she had been avoiding the subject in light of Rita's loss, but clearly now she was ready to talk about it.

"I never really had close contact with my mother's parents, that's just the way it goes, to me it was Madame and Monsieur Rosier. My father's father died before I was born, and my father's mother died when I was seven, I just remember she was very stern and I was always too scared to talk to her. Wasn't really the nurturing type." Bellatrix replied. From birth, she had been taught blood was everything, but she was also taught that family was cruel. It was contradictory to some to love something that beat you, but to Bellatrix, it was a requirement.

"I'm sorry," Rita said,

"I don't really care about it," Bellatrix replied, "Never bothered me,"

"No, I'm sorry you didn't get a really good grandparent like mine," Rita said, "She was the best,"

"She seemed nice the time I met her," Bellatrix agreed, though she didn't really have an opinion on the woman, but Rita cared so that was what mattered.

"She liked you, well she liked that I liked you," Rita said, "She actually thought you were cold, but that was just because she didn't know you like I do, but I explained it all to her."

Bellatrix tensed slightly, "All of it?" She asked,

"Not that part," Rita amended, she left out the part where she had wanted to, she was always less secretive than Bellatrix.

Bellatrix tried to relax again after that, but it was difficult.

****

March 8th, 1967

By now, everyone in Bellatrix's DADA class could produce a whisp of a patronus, and they were encouraged to practice that while they continued learning about the corporeal patronus that they would need for NEWTS. Bellatrix still didn't like the spell, it was too imprecise, the steps were vague and a lot of it depended on the happy memory which was difficult after so many spells depended on concentrating on the present.

Some students had more of a whisp than others, and everyone dutifully ignored the ratio of mudbloods to purebloods who were really good at the spell.

*

Rita had a subscription to practically every big newspaper and gossip magazine. She poured over old and new copies, examining the writing style and what did better or was more interesting. There were a few authors she looked up to especially, and while she knew it would have to start small, she really hoped one day she would write for the Daily Prophet.

She had entered a few of her pieces into contests and had won a little prize money along with her article being published under a pseudonym. She didn't tell anyone about these yet, but she kept every paper with her published work in a special place.

She was collecting experience to put on her resume and she always kept a copy of whatever she wrote for her portfolio, even if some of it was never revisited.

***

March 15th, 1967

While Rita was wrapped up in her writing, Bellatrix was awake at all hours and the only reason she wasn't dead on her feet was because her energy was conserved while she was stoned. She added a few new rules to her smoking, she wouldn't do so before exams, or when studying, or during an important lesson, she probably could still get perfect marks stoned, but she didn't want to push her luck too far and get sloppy.

OWLS were in a little over two months, and most students were compiling study guides from the last few years. Bellatrix split her time between studying, prefect duty, and quidditch. She still spent time with Rita, but it was mostly at night and Rita didn't have trouble falling asleep.

Still, there wasn't too much pressure, yet.

Narcissa could tell Bellatrix wasn't sleeping, she could tell by the drastic changes in Bellatrix's body language. One day she'd be tenser than normal and the next her body seemed to be fighting against her to lie down. It was more than that though, she'd been off for a while, it had all happened so slowly that Narcissa never noticed the changes in her sister until she recalled the way Bellatrix was before Hogwarts. Maybe it was just that she had grown up, but the change seemed deeper than that as if her very soul had been changed.

Andromeda wasn't going to get involved in anything Bellatrix, it never ended well and she had her own shit to deal with. Ted was pressing her to tell someone, or let him tell someone, but Andromeda refused, not because she didn't want out, she did, but she couldn't ruin her family like that. He didn't understand why she protected them, sometimes she wasn't sure herself, especially when Bellatrix spun off in her moods that seemed to sweep everything away. (and the bitch called her attention seeking)

Still, it was her sister, so whatever. Ted would say that just because she was related to them didn't give them the right to treat her like crap, and logically, she knew he was right, but old habits died hard and she'd probably never renounce her family, not entirely.

****

March 17th, 1967

Now that Narcissa was older, she was gaining the curves of a woman and she became acutely aware that a lot of the other girls were smaller than her. She wasn't at all fat, but in her mind she was, and her shirts weren't as flattering over her chest now that it was no longer flat. She grew up hearing her mother talk about her looks all the time. There was always some comment Druella was muttering under her breath about her own appearance and wasted beauty, about her wrinkles, or waistline, or thighs and calves, and the veins in her legs from wearing heels and being forced to do ballet; her feet were destroyed as well from the years of strict training.

Narcissa wondered if her mother made the same negative comments about her appearance when she wasn't around, but then she dismissed the notion; her mother would just say it to her face. Still, even if her mother saw no flaws, Narcissa saw them, so she did what her mother did and went on a diet she didn't understand and wasn't ready for.

Narcissa found herself comparing her appearance to her sisters, it was only natural after everyone had always done the same. She had always thought Bellatrix was beautiful, everything about her was just striking and sharp, slightly tall but willowy and athletic, there was nothing other than muscle on her from quidditch training and the constant clenching of practically every muscle in her body. Andromeda was pretty as well, her skin was slightly tanner and her hair was a golden brown and a little less curly than Bellatrix's. They had different eyes, and Andromeda had their mother's nose while Bellatrix got her father's, but the features were similar enough that upon a glance, or from afar, or in the dark, the two might be mistaken by someone who didn't know either intimately. Narcissa could never confuse the two, Andromeda was so much softer, her looks as well as the way she moved and spoke.

Doubt crept into her mind, and what was admiration started to look like competition. If she was pretty, why did no one love her? Bellatrix had Rita, horrible as Narcissa thought she was, and she knew about Andromeda and Ted, even if they themselves weren't sure of what they were. Sure, she had suitors, but they could all be there for the position, in fact, she found it more likely; it wasn't the same love that her sisters had found. She tried not to resent it because she did want them to be happy, it was why she backed off even when she despised Rita, it was why she would always yield.

She sat beside Bellatrix at breakfast lunch and dinner, but Bellatrix was mostly absorbed talking with Rita and hardly paid any attention to anything else. Narcissa paid close attention to Bellatrix and made sure not to eat more than her sister at every meal.

**

Alice knew she liked boys, and girls, and that was all that really mattered to her. Her friends didn't care, she tried to break away from the pureblood circles, but they tended not to love her anyway so whatever, and she didn't really care about faking it. The exception to the rule was Narcissa Black, everyone said it was a lost cause, but Alice wasn't so sure. It was hard not to like her, she was gorgeous, and Alice loved blondes, not to mention smart though not as violent as her eldest sister. She still remembered when Bellatrix just flat-out cursed her for running into them.

Narcissa came and apologized afterwards even though it wasn't her fault.

Obviously, Alice didn't stalk Narcissa or anything, but they were in the same year so they saw each other a bit and she could tell the girl wasn't happy. She put on a show, and a good one at that, but Alice could tell, especially in the moments when she thought no one was looking. Bellatrix never broke her facade for a moment, she was too paranoid after being watched with a hawk eye for years. Alice saw the pain in the slight falter in Narcissa's smile, or the sigh she quietly exhaled when no one was paying attention, no one other than Alice.

Now, Alice did try to befriend Narcissa, but she was abrasive, and the fact she was a Gryffindor didn't help. Still, Alice was confident that Narcissa would come along, even though Bellatrix had seemingly slightly broken through her family's brainwashing, at least some parts of it. Everyone kind of knew what happened in all the pureblood households, the inbreeding was no secret, but some could only imagine the extent of the punishments and measures certain families imposed; the worst part was that everyone ignored it and just believed it wasn't anything horrible because that was easiest for them; no one wanted to get involved, and for good reason. Any sane person would run.

Alice's biggest inspiration was Andromeda who openly associated with muggle-borns, they had been raised in the same household so it was possible to break free.

****

March 20th, 1967

"There's no drama," Rita complained, "I've nothing to write about,"

"There's always drama," Eliza countered, "but everyone knows not to tell you anything,"

"Trust me, if there was drama, I'd know. There's nothing," Rita replied,

"There are rumors," Eliza said, "there are always rumors,"

"Rumors don't count," Rita said, "it's just speculation,"

"Every writing is based on rumors, at least reports are," Eliza argued. Normally, Rita only wrote things she was pretty positive were true, and she tried not to over-exaggerate, though she definitely did play things up at times. "All people want is a good story or entertainment,"

"You're right," Rita said, "but who would believe it?"

"You wouldn't believe the amount of power words can have, and all the stupid shit they believe," Eliza said, shaking her head,

Rita pulled out another piece of paper and started writing down some notes.

****

March 31st, 1967

Dear reader,
I must speak to you as a friend, because that is what I would call a confidant, and the secret I am about to share
with you all is one I would only tell to my closest confidants. Rose Hemming, 4th year, was seen with
Austin Davis (the American exchange student) who is notoriously the ex-boyfriend of none other than Leia Longbottom,
who she claimed to be "best friends" with. Furthermore, Austin had admitted to being a blood purist, yet he prefers
Rose, the halfblood, to Leia, who was generous enough to give him the time of day. Of course, this was an insult
to Leia and frankly, the Longbottomsas as a whole, as if dating outside the sacred 28 was not enough of a scandal! :0

Now, that was merely the introduction, and with your attention, I shall draw it to Leia Longbottom. Now, you all
know Alice Longbottom and the two are cousins, though from what I heard they aren't too close, Leia is a Ravenclaw
after all. She never had an easy time making friends, (which makes this all most crushing and she has my deepest
sympathies.) but she and Rose were inseparable, and Leia said that they two are "close as sisters" and that they would
"take a curse for each other", though I'm sure her sentiments have changed at present. :(
However, other sources claim Leia is not all she seems, and that there is a reason she doesn't keep friends. When
asked for commentary on the subject, she reportedly stated that Rose was "jealous because she's inferior"... YIKES!
Perhaps all her preaching about acceptance is just a lie, evidence backed up by her previous relationship with
someone who repeatedly said blood-purist things... :1

The rundown on Rose is that she's just not as good as Leia at most things, her biggest accomplishment is being
in choir, and she's of middling talent. Perhaps she did feel inferior and wanted to get back at Leia. Or was it
deeper than that? While Leia seems torn up about the situation, Rose is completely indifferent, she was seen
speaking with Leia only twice and both times Leia was crying, and Rose just sat there stone-faced! I mean,
what kind of psycho could do that?! Is she hiding all her feelings? Or does she truly not care? When asked to
comment on the situation, she laughed uncomfortably and left.

It is unfortunate to see a friendship break, and even more so over a man, but the real nail in the coffin is when
the man is not nearly worth it. Austin is average, in every function of the word, and remarkably boring. He is
disliked by most of his "friends", but that is a whole other story you'll have to hear next time. He seems to be
getting off scot-free while Rose's friends are on her side which makes me wonder if Leia deserved it all...
Stay tuned for more!!!

-xoxo QK

"What do you think?" Rita asked anxiously when Bellatrix looked back up after proofreading the article Rita had planned to release the next day, as long as Bellatrix didn't find any faults in it.

"I think it's poorly punctuated," She said bluntly,

"It's supposed to be like that," Rita said, "I'm writing in my voice, it's what readers like,"

"What does the colon beside the parenthesis mean?" Bellatrix asked, examining the paper, "You may need to re-type or re-print."

"It's a sad face, anyway that wasn't what I was asking, I was to know if it was engaging and if I spelled anything wrong." Rita asked impatiently, "Is it good or not?"

"It's engaging and yes, it's good even if I don't fully get it." She said, her voice was monotone and her expression never changed which told Rita she was stoned.

"You're high," Rita said, there was a slight disappointment in her voice as she took the paper back from Bellatrix.

It wasn't a question but Bellatrix answered anyway. "Yes,"

"It's a little early to be smoking," Rita said, but it came out like an inquiry as if she were asking Bellatrix's opinion on the matter.

"I don't understand the question," Bellatrix said offhandedly, and Rita pressed her lips together.

"I told you I don't like you being high around me," Rita said, crossing her arms, and Bellatrix rolled her eyes, immediately defensive,

"I'm not that high, and I'm tired," Bellatrix slightly raised her voice and Rita backed down. She spent the next few minutes placating Bellatrix, sometimes it was exhausting to be with her. She loved it of course, but not all of it, Bellatrix made it so hard to love her. Everything had to be a battle, everything had to have a winner, and therefore a loser. Between being right and being happy, it was no contest, Bellatrix needed to be right.

Chapter 78: Fifth year, 1967- I always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me

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April 4th, 1967

Two months until OWLS, Bellatrix was starting to truly revise now starting by going through previous years with her friends, mostly Rita and Alecto. When she wasn't studying, she was reading or high, except in the middle of the night when Rita was lying beside her and Bellatrix couldn't move or smoke without waking her up, but she couldn't sleep.

Sometimes Rita would stay awake for longer, just to talk with Bellatrix, she felt like it was the only time she was certain Bellatrix wasn't lying to her.

"I was so envious of your family for a little while." Rita admitted, when Bellatrix didn't reply she continued, "I'm not anymore, but when I first saw your castle I was speechless, it was like what I was told about in fairy tales, and for you it was real."

"I never noticed," Bellatrix said,

"No," Rita said with a smile, "you wouldn't have. When I was a child, I wanted the nicest things, and the big castle and the endless money, and the status, and you had all of that." Bellatrix could see Rita's face clearly in the light of the full moon and she watched as her smile disappeared, "And you were the most miserable person I had ever met, and I couldn't understand why when you had everything from the designer clothes and jewelry to your posh accent."

"And then you saw my family, and I let you know what they're like," Bellatrix filled in, and Rita exhaled and clasped her hand into Bellatrix's.

"I thought your parties were beautiful, and I loved your world until I saw your side of it," Rita replied,

"It isn't so pretty from this end," Bellatrix said, and there was venom in her voice. "and it's certainly nothing for you to envy, not when your parents are kind, and your grandmother loved you, and your house always is a home and you can laugh without reprimand."

Rita looked away, "I didn't mean to upset you,"

"What do you expect when you talk about family?" Bellatrix spit. Rita looked stricken which made Bellatrix regret it, and she relented, "I'm not upset at you, the subject isn't a joyful one." There was still an edge to her voice. She had been more irritable than usual lately, but Rita just brushed it off as stress about OWLS and having to return home for summer.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" Rita asked, "I want to know,"

"Because I cannot criticize my blood and I cannot speak of my family without criticizing them," Bellatrix replied stiffly, and Rita caught a glimpse of the girl from first year who didn't know anything other than her own dark and twisted family.

"Why can't you criticize them?" Rita asked, she was pushing now,

"For all their faults, they succeeded in one thing," Bellatrix replied, she looked away from Rita and stared straight ahead into the part of the room in pitch black where the moon rays didn't reach. "they made me exceptional."

Rita pursed her lips and hid her face from Bellatrix, she may be talented and good at magic, but was the damage really worth it? It's not like she could say this to Bellatrix, so she just shut her mouth so she could continue to be happy.

***

April 5th, 1967

Tonight, the moon was hidden behind clouds, and Rita could hardly see Bellatrix lying right beside her because of how dark the room was.

"I chose the conversation last night, your turn." Rita prompted, and Bellatrix sighed, she didn't particularly want to talk, but it made Rita happy and she knew it was helpful, things were easier when they spoke about it, though she wouldn't admit it.

"Until I met your family I thought everyone's parents were like mine," Bellatrix confessed, "I never questioned why we weren't allowed to tell anyone because I assumed that's why no one else spoke about it."

Rita was slightly surprised Bellatrix elected to talk about family again but she wasn't one to pass up an opportunity. "Did you wish your parents had been like everyone else?" She asked,

"No," Bellatrix answered, "I thought everyone else was weird, I still do mostly."

Rita scowled, "You mean you wish everyone else was like your family?" She asked,

"I think society would be more elevated," Bellatrix replied, and she couldn't see Rita's shocked expression in the dark.

"You would wish what they did to you on everyone else?" Rita asked, and Bellatrix could hear the shock in the tone of her voice,

"I turned out well," Bellatrix argued, and it took everything Rita had not to retort that she was not well, to point out that she spent months with bruised knees because she thought she'd burn for loving Rita, and yes it was love, even if they still hadn't said it. Instead of saying any of that, Rita once again resigned herself to silence.

***

April 6th, 1967

While Bellatrix was off studying with Alecto and Alarice, Rita was busy working on applications for journalism internships over the summer. A couple of them were muggle so she kept it from Bellatrix, besides, nothing may come of it. She compiled her published works and then a few sample articles to send in along with her contact information.

She sent the muggle ones to her mother to send out through the normal post, experience was experience after all.

Afterward, she met up with Bellatrix in Hogsmeade, normally Bellatrix didn't go to the town unless it was her duty as a prefect, but Rita liked the walk and sitting at the edge of the forbidden forest. Bellatrix didn't have any objections because no one saw them there. Sometimes Rita would turn to her animagus form and buz around Bellatrix and the flowers Rita had braided into her hair.

"We should go further into the forest," Rita said,

"Against the rules," Bellatrix said, "it's not like it's called the 'walk around if you please' forest,"

"But it's light out, there wouldn't be any danger and we've been in there before," Rita argued, she was always looking for an adventure.

"We've been in the parts of the forest cleared by professors," Bellatrix replied, "It's not the same,"

"Oh come on, you're the best witch in the year, it couldn't be safer than it is with you," Rita said, "Besides, you know you want to."

Rita was right, Bellatrix did want to go, "It would be good practice," Bellatrix mused, she needed a justification, even if it was a shitty one, and she couldn't turn Rita down when she was asking so nicely. "Fine," she relented,

"Yay!" Rita exclaimed, she practically sprang up from the ground before extending her hand to pull Bellatrix up. Bellatrix smirked and took her hand, except she didn't let it drop once she was standing, and the two started walking into the forest. A few meters in, Bellatrix took out her wand and held it in the hand that wasn't intertwined with Rita's.

"If something does happen, if I tell you to turn, you need to turn and go," Bellatrix warned,

"I can help you, and I won't leave you." Rita protested, and Bellatrix stopped, she used her grip on Rita to stop her as well.

"No," Bellatrix said sternly, "you can't get hurt," and it was true, but the main reason that she needed her to listen was because she didn't want Rita to see her darkest magic. There was such intensity in her gaze that Rita nodded and agreed, even though she didn't like it.

After that, the conversation lightened up and Rita started talking about how seeing this would be good for her writing. "Experience is the best teacher," she said, "it's impossible to capture everything in a photo, but if you've been there, you can bring it to life with words."

"Do you ever write about me?" Bellatrix asked,

"I have written things about you," Rita answered, "don't worry, it's mostly good, or about how I miss you," she added, knowing Bellatrix tended to take the most negative aspect of things and run with them.

"Will you read me when you write?" Bellatrix asked,

"Maybe someday," Rita answered vaguely, and Bellatrix quirked an eyebrow,

"What would the conditions be?" She asked, and Rita smiled,

"Well, I'd wait until you couldn't leave, and when I knew you were hopelessly in love with me, and then, when we were very old, I'd read you everything I ever wrote to or about you," Rita said playfully, but she wasn't entirely joking.

Bellatrix tried to smile before looking away at the forest, the trees, the plants, anything other than Rita's face. Rita saw it, but she pretended she didn't because she wanted to believe that the future she had described would come to pass and that they would laugh over every mistake they made when they were young someday. She just wished Bellatrix could believe it too, or that she would at least play along.

***

April 9th, 1967

"Mother wants me to hurry up and choose a husband," Narcissa said, she was going over her options with Bellatrix,

"I think she's given up on Andromeda," Bellatrix replied, "I never hear her nagging Andy to pick someone, and she's older,"

"She says I'm not getting any prettier," Narcissa said quietly, and Bellatrix actually stopped writing and looked up and her sister with an incredulous expression, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard.

"You're thirteen," She said, as if the idea were appalling, "You can only get prettier as you get older,"

Narcissa shrugged, she was always tired now, and her sleeping wasn't as good, but she was losing weight. Bellatrix looked at the clock above her sister and sighed, "We've got to go to quidditch,"

Narcissa nodded and started packing up. The two walked down to the locker room to get ready for practice.

*

Bellatrix watched from above as the team ran a practice game, she frowned noticing Narcissa was lagging slightly. The first few times she screwed up Bellatrix ignored it, but when she was missing every goal and opening, she blew the whistle and told everyone to take five before calling Narcissa over to talk.

"What's wrong?" Bellatrix asked the moment Cissa was in ear-shot,

"What?" Narcissa asked, "Nothing!" her tone was defensive, and Bellatrix's eyes widened,

"Don't speak to me in that tone," She scolded, "you've been slower today, you're missing goals, why?"

"I'm just tired," Narcissa said quietly, "I'm sorry, it's just today,"

"It had better be," Bellatrix said sternly, "go get some rest, be better next practice."

Narcissa wanted to argue that she didn't need rest and that she could continue the practice, but Bellatrix was already fed up with her and she was exhausted and nauseous. With a resigned nod, Narcissa flew down and Bellatrix called the rest of the players back.

Narcissa grew dizzy as she descended towards the ground and once her feet were on the grass, she hurried to the locker room. Bile rose in her throat and she rushed around to the back of the small building before retching up stomach acid. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back and one holding up her hair as she was bent over. It was soothing and when there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up, Narcissa gagged a few times as she caught her breath.

"It's okay," a voice whispered, and Narcissa righted herself and brushed the tears from her eyes to find Alice Fortescue, "are you alright?" She asked, the concern apparent in her voice,

Narcissa swallowed before replying, her voice was hoarse, "Fine," she said stiffly. Alice pursed her lips but didn't call her out on the blatant lie.

"Let's run down to the kitchens and get you food, some bread will settle your stomach," Alice suggested, and Narcissa shook her head,

"I'm fine," she reiterated,

"You should eat, you didn't at breakfast, and flying on an empty stomach is probably why you don't feel well," Alice argued,

"What are you watching me or something?" Narcissa snapped,

"Yes," Alice replied, and Narcissa was taken aback, she hadn't expected such blatant honesty. "And I see the way you push the food around on your plate yet don't eat it, and the way you stumble if you stand up too quickly."

"It's none of your business," Narcissa spit, channeling her inner Bellatrix and repeating the phrase she had heard so many times. "Stay away from me, you freak," Alice clenched her jaw and reminded herself that Narcissa was not to blame, still, she knew when there was nothing more she could do, so she relented and walked away, leaving Narcissa to deal with it herself.

***

At dinner, Alice was glad to see Narcissa eat, even if it was just a little, and she kept looking away whenever Narcissa's eyes wandered around to see if anyone was observing her.

Later, Alice sought out Andromeda. Perhaps she could help.

"Andromeda?" Alice asked, the girl turned around and for a moment Alice worried she had just bothered Bellatrix, but no, she was sitting with the boy in a Hufflepuff tie, Ted Tonks or something.

"Yes?" Andromeda asked, "Who are you?" She was much kinder than the rest of her family, but Alice could still see the edge to her that everyone in the Black family had.

"Alice Fortescue," She replied, "I wanted to talk to you, uhm, it's about something kind of private that relates to you."

Andromeda frowned and glanced back to Ted who just shrugged, "I don't mind," he said, and Andromeda nodded before standing up and walking a few feet away with Alice.

"It's about your sister," Alice said, and Andromeda sighed,

"I can't stop Bellatrix from cursing anyone, I have no influence over her, so I'm sorry but I'm not much help," Andromeda replied,

"It's about Narcissa," Alice amended, "She isn't eating and I'm no help."

"What do you mean she isn't eating?" Andromeda asked skeptically,

"I mean she isn't eating!" Alice exclaimed, "I mean she's nearly passing out when she stands up because she's starving herself!"

Andromeda shushed her harshly and Alice looked down, she hadn't meant to yell but she was starting to get frustrated that no one seemed to be taking the situation seriously. "Look, Cissa doesn't listen to me either," Andromeda said, "I'm tired of people assuming I have any influence over my family because I don't, they hardly consider me their family."

Alice sighed in frustration, "Please, just try."

Andromeda shook her head and scoffed, "Of course, I'll talk to her, but she isn't going to listen," Alice thanked her and then hurried off leaving Andromeda back to her conversation with Ted.

***

April 10th, 1967

Andromeda made good on her promise and sought out Narcissa during a free period the next day. She found her sister alone in the commons as she painted her nails a deep forest green.

"Nice color," Andromeda complimented, and Narcissa looked up slightly surprised to see her sister, "Can I sit?"

"Sure," Narcissa replied absentmindedly, she stared at her sister for a few moments before returning to her manicure.

"Are you ok?" Andromeda asked,

"Yes," Narcissa replied stiffly,

"You can tell me if you aren't," Andromeda said sympathetically, and Narcissa put down the polish and turned her full attention to her sister.

"You're the one who's breaking away from the family, not the other way around." Narcissa scolded, "Pick your side Andy, us, or them, because it can't be both."

Andromeda's face fell, "You sound like mother and father,"

"Thank you," Narcissa replied coldly. Andromeda bit the inside of her cheek and looked away. They lapsed into silence before Andromeda got up and left, she had tried.

****

April 12th, 1967

Bellatrix made Narcissa sit out for the following game, and Narcissa hated it, but she couldn't say that Bellatrix wasn't right. She was more of a hindrance than a help to the team when she was like this and Bellatrix didn't fancy running the risk of her getting hurt.

Part of Narcissa wished Bellatrix would notice and say something, or help her, or tell her she was perfect the way she was, or offer some form of comfort, but at the same time, she wouldn't tell her. If she got sicker, she figured Bellatrix would notice, and she would have to help her then. Narcissa felt a little guilty about scheming for her sister's attention, but Rita took up all of her time now.

When they won the match, without Narcissa, Bellatrix went straight to Rita. When Bellatrix sent Narcissa to her dorm for the party, Rita was already slightly tipsy and hanging off of Bellatrix in a way that made Narcissa wonder how no one else knew the two were lovers. Rita sat at her side in the morning, and at night, and Narcissa couldn't help but feel jealous. Sure, it was a different relationship, but Bellatrix was her sister before she was Rita's... whatever they were.

She tried spending time with the people in her year, but she didn't like them.

Now that Alice had let Narcissa know she was watching her, she began to notice the Gryffindor everywhere. She didn't talk to Narcissa anymore, but she was always available and in sight. Alice continuously radiated the message that Narcissa was welcome to speak with her whenever she wanted to if she wanted to. Still, Narcissa stubbornly ignored her and refused help.

***

April 17th, 1967

After nearly a week of this, Alice couldn't watch Narcissa waste away without another word. When she spotted her in the hall, Alice weaved around other students until she was close enough to Narcissa. She slyly slipped her arm into Narcissa's and leaned in, "No one can help you if you don't want to be helped, and you need to help yourself, you aren't some weak girl who needs to be saved, stop trying to be that." Alice whispered, and before Narcissa could push her away, she let go and turned back before disappearing into the crowd.

Narcissa mulled over Alice's words in her head, and she couldn't push them away. It was peculiar how determined the girl seemed to be to help Narcissa even after she pushed her away.

Alice was right, and Narcissa knew that deep down, but it was even more apparent when she sat with Bellatrix going over who she could marry. This was the only time Narcissa had Bellatrix's attention and it was mostly because their parents were insistent upon the matter that Narcissa chose a suitor; though they would not begin courting until her 16th birthday. Narcissa made comments in an effort at conversation but Bellatrix just brushed them off and sometimes didn't even reply.

"I don't understand why they can't just arrange mine!" Narcissa exclaimed,

"I don't understand why you can't just choose one of the men," Bellatrix replied, "They are all from good families,"

"It's my future Bellatrix, and I hardly know any of them," Narcissa replied. She still clung to fantasies of a marriage in love, and to the concept itself, that was why she didn't try to split Bellatrix and Rita apart, even if she wanted to. They made her believe that she could find love as well, if Bellatrix could then hope was not lost, but even without her interference, the relationship was rocky at best and catastrophic at worst.

"It's not about that," Bellatrix replied coldly, "Marriage has nothing to do with love and everything to do with power. It's an alliance, a merging of power to create more power, a merging of wealth to create more wealth."

"And does Rudolphus know your clinical position on the matter?" Narcissa asked, "Is he alright with having a cold wife? Because I remember being taught that a woman's role in a marriage is to love and care for her husband."

"Mother told you that, and look at her and father. No, the best marriages are between two people who have no emotional attachment." Bellatrix replied, "And Rudolphus is not foolish, he knows that he shall have more liberties, and I will overlook any discrepancies, and he will afford me the same courtesy."

"I don't understand how you can want to marry him when you seem to have no affection for him," Narcissa replied, shaking her head,

"Because I would rather marry a cold man than one whose anger burns hotter than the sun. I will not live in fear with him, and I'll be free." Bellatrix explained as she laid a hand over Narcissa's in a comforting gesture,

"I want to be loved," Narcissa said quietly, "I want to be cherished and protected and cared for."

"And you will be, but the only people who will always love you and protect you are your own blood, and the sooner you take that as truth the better," Bellatrix said, and Narcissa thought she sounded like she was reciting one of their mother's didactic lectures. Still, Narcissa nodded and that seemed to satisfy her sister because Bellatrix returned to the pedigree.

***

April 19th, 1967

Dear Narcissa and Bellatrix,

I expect to receive a letter stating your decision by the end of the month. If not,
there will be consequences.

Druella Black,

Narcissa showed the letter to Bellatrix at once, not even caring that she was interrupting Rita. Bellatrix agreed to help her after classes were over in the library and Narcissa nodded. She had been putting off the decision, mostly from fear, what if she changed her mind, or chose wrong, or he changed? It was such a big decision, one that would dictate the rest of her life, and she felt she was much too young to be making it.

She didn't understand how Bellatrix was so calm, and Narcissa noticed the manner in which Lucius, Rabastian, and Amycus reacted when they saw the letter. It concerned them as well considering they were options.

**

That evening, Narcissa met Bellatrix in her room, and Rita was there.

"Why is she here?" Narcissa demanded,

"Because she is better at emotions than I am," Bellatrix replied, "you can do this on your own if you'd prefer,"

Narcissa shut her mouth and sat down, far away from Rita. Bellatrix sat beside Rita, not Narcissa.

"Alright, so the Malfoys are a powerful family, Lucius is their only heir, but that also means you have to have a child, preferably a boy," Bellatrix said, getting straight to the point, but Narcissa didn't want to cut out the emotions, "There is Rabastian, but he isn't the heir, so it's less power, unless you had a boy who would be the heir after Rudolphus."

"What about Amycus?" Rita asked,

"We cut him out ages ago," Bellatrix answered. Narcissa's gaze was drawn to where Rita and her sister's legs were pressed against each other. "Power imbalance, the Carrows aren't as affluent," she explained,

"And he's ugly," Narcissa added, which made Rita laugh so Bellatrix forgave Narcissa for her harshness.

"Who else is in consideration?" Rita asked,

"Nott and Rosier," Bellatrix said,

"Too old, and too young, plus Evan is too closely related." Narcissa protested, "Plus I'm pretty sure Nott is in love with Bellatrix." she added with a smirk, and she watched with satisfaction as Rita bristled.

"I beat him in a duel and I've no interest in him whatsoever, nor does he have any in me," Bellatrix said sternly, glaring at Narcissa who feigned innocence as if she didn't know it was upsetting Rita. "That leaves Malfoy and Lestrange," Bellatrix said, trying to move the conversation along, though she knew Rita would bring it up again later when Narcissa wasn't there. "I'd rather you chose Lestrange, it would guarantee that we stay together, and Lucius gets on my nerves."

"Rabastian is so like his brother though," Narcissa complained,

"Mother would rather you marry Malfoy, it would be two powerful alliances." Bellatrix said, "I imagine Father is of the same opinion, and they know Lucius would not marry Andromeda, but she could marry Rabastian, though I imagine if she continues going around with the mudblood it may be Carrow."

"Or she could get disowned," Narcissa commented, and Bellatrix glared at her again. She wasn't sure why she was in such a combative mood, perhaps it had to do with the fact she was hungry, or tired, or that Rita was there. Still, Narcissa knew Bellatrix wouldn't curse her in front of Rita, so she had a longer leash.

**

April 25th, 1967

The decision was made out of spite for Bellatrix more than anything. She didn't despise Lucius at all, and he was always gentle to her, but that wasn't why she chose him. She just wanted to go against Bellatrix's wishes for once, it was her life after all. More than anything, she wanted a reaction, but she didn't get any. When she informed Bellatrix she had sent the letter, her sister simply said "Okay".

Andromeda left her alone entirely now, and she pretended like she didn't know either of her sisters when she saw them. Bellatrix just told Narcissa that she would come around, but Narcissa wasn't so sure.

**

April 30th, 1967

Bellatrix was correct to assume their parents wished Narcissa to marry Lucius, their letter said as much and praised Narcissa's sensible choice. Still, it didn't make her happier to defy Bellatrix, and now she didn't have an excuse to spend time with her.

Chapter 79: Fifth year, 1967- Touching her was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

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May 5th, 1967

All the 7th years were buzzing about NEWTS, and all the fifth years were pouring over OWL reviews and such. Bellatrix's friends had begun to talk about what subjects they are going to drop after OWLS, of course, she wasn't dropping any. Alecto was dropping potions and history of magic, most everyone dropped history after OWLS, partly because of how boring Binns was, but also because it wasn't needed for most jobs.

Rita hardly saw Bellatrix because she woke up early and was busy until late, and by then they were both exhausted. Rita felt bad when she missed the last quidditch match of the season between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but she needed to study, and Bellatrix assured her it was fine.

Now, sitting in the library, Rita could faintly hear the roar of the crowd and the muffled commentator. Only a few students, mostly seventh years, hadn't gone in favor of studying.

***

Narcissa was sitting out again after she fainted at the previous practice, Bellatrix had freaked out but refused to call the nurse because then Druella would come, and she really didn't want to deal with that. Narcissa hadn't gone unconscious, thank Merlin, so Bellatrix didn't take her to the nurse, and she didn't ask questions because frankly, she didn't want to know and she couldn't deal with whatever it was.

Narcissa watched with envy as Bellatrix flew around the pitch gracefully. Now that the weather was warm, she didn't wear the heavy wool jumper of the uniform, instead, she simply wore the jersey that fit her like a second skin to avoid flapping in the wind. Narcissa had taken to wearing the jumper even in the heat because it covered her form. She still hadn't lost enough weight in her mind.

When Ravenclaw called a time-out and Bellatrix flew to the stands for a break Narcissa took it as an opportunity to ask to be put in the game.

"I feel better!" Narcissa exclaimed,

"I don't care, if something happens with everyone watching do you really think it won't be in the next letter from home?" Bellatrix scolded, "We go home soon, don't make me involve them because if I have to I will, but I don't want to." With that, Bellatrix took a sip of water and flew back onto the field with the rest of the team.

Ravenclaw's strategy seemed to be to distract Bellatrix with bludgers and poorly thrown quaffles as well as zipping around near her as she tried to search for the snitch. Technically, there was no rule against it considering nothing actually got close enough to hit her, just close enough to be a distraction. She was starting to get fed-up and frustrated as her path was blocked by another bludger and she had to veer up instead.

Bellatrix cursed under her breath as she sped away from the players. She saw the Ravenclaw seeker at the other end of the field looking down, but at that moment, the clouds parted and Bellatrix saw a reflection of light above the boy. Without wasting a moment, she swooped into a false dive, as if she had seen something. She went for a spot an equal distance between the two so he would follow her. Bellatrix didn't need to look to know he was diving as well, and when he did get into her line of sight, she shifted up slightly and slowed down until the boy shot beneath her and she sped up to where the snitch was still hovering. With a burst of energy similar to a rocket taking off, Bellatrix launched up and forward.

By the time the other seeker could stop and turn around, Bellatrix nearly had the snitch. Still, he sped up after her, but everyone knew he wasn't going to make it.

Bellatrix didn't blink even as tears blurred her vision, she kept her eyes trained on the snitch that was hardly 5cm beyond her reach. Bellatrix kept one hand steady on the broom as she leaned forward just enough so that her hand could reach the snitch and grab it. The whistle blew as Bellatrix pulled up and slowed down with the snitch raised above her head triumphantly. The cheers from the crowd were drowned out by the raging wind as rain began to sprinkle, Bellatrix felt the first few drops.

***

Rita heard the cheers rise to a crescendo and she knew the game was over, and she was fairly sure Slytherin had won. With a grin, she gently laid her quill down and packed up her things so she could put them in the dorm before everyone got to the common room for the victory celebration that solidified another consecutive year of winning the quidditch cup.

Rita did make it to the dorm before the rush of wet students flooding in from the quidditch pitch once the rain had begun to fall in earnest. Rita pulled her raincoat and boots on as she grabbed her umbrella and weaved her way through the excited students. Bellatrix would be in the changing rooms for a while longer and Rita wanted some time alone with her before the party.

Rita arrived as the team was exiting, a few students were running ahead, but most stayed with one of their teammates who had an umbrella. Narcissa was walking with Lucius who held the umbrella over both their heads, Rita didn't see Bellatrix and assumed she was still in the changing room.

She slipped in the door and closed her umbrella before shaking the water off it and continuing into the room.

"Bella?" She called, "Are you in here?"

"Rita?" Bellatrix's voice called back in a questioning tone.

"Yup!" Rita replied, "I brought an umbrella," she began walking deeper into the room until she found Bellatrix sitting on the bench magically drying her gear.

"I was just going to cast a spell to part the rain," Bellatrix replied, seeing Rita's dripping boots and coat. With a final wave of her wand, she dried her broom and then began to methodically pack everything into the wooden case. She uttered an incantation under her breath and traced what Rita assumed was a locking ruin over the box before turning back to Rita. Bellatrix looked beautiful with her hair slightly wet cascading over her shoulders and she had taken off her jersey at some point so now she stood in her long-sleeve black undershirt and leggings.

She wiped the drops of water off her forehead with her sleeve. It was warmer in here so Rita shrugged off her raincoat and threw it over her arm.

"I've got to change," Bellatrix said,

"Oh!" Rita exclaimed, "Right, uhm I'll just turn around," she shuffled her feet awkwardly until she was facing the opposite direction and began to self-consciously smooth down her hair that had been blown out of her perfect curls in the wind.

Bellatrix shuffled around for a moment as she put on her normal clothes and slipped on her heels. When she was dressed she allowed Rita to turn back around. Normally they would just talk, but Rita felt like she was asking permission before breathing in the air. She watched in silence as Bellatrix dried her hair with a spell and pinned half of it up.

"Shall we?" Bellatrix asked, and Rita nodded. The two girls walked to the door and Rita reached to open her umbrella when Bellatrix stopped her. "Let me," She said before muttering an incantation that dried Rita off entirely, then Bellatrix took her by the arm, recited another spell, and confidently pulled Rita out the threshold. For some reason, Rita had half-expected them to get drenched, but Bellatrix's spell was flawless, and not even the wind blew at them.

Arm in arm they walked back to the castle. "I assume you won?" Rita asked, breaking the silence. Bellatrix grinned,

"Yes, rather brilliantly I might add," She bragged,

"I'm certain of that," Rita replied with a smile,

"Did you get the studying done?" Bellatrix asked,

"Yes, I'm fairly confident about the subject now, I went through my old assignments," Rita replied, glad to have the conversation flowing with ease. The two reached the entrance to the castle and stopped just outside. Bellatrix held Rita slightly closer and her eyes seemed to burn right through Rita's skin to her very soul, and she could feel her heart race with anticipation.

Tentatively, Bellatrix reached out, she was always a thousand times more careful when they were in the open. When she was certain no one was watching she pressed her lips to Rita's, and caringly placed her hands on Rita's face.

Bellatrix pulled away after a moment leaving Rita wanting more. "Sorry," Bellatrix muttered, "I just don't know when we'll be alone next," she dipped her head down, as if nervous, and Rita reached out and pulled her face back up. Bellatrix met Rita's eyes, and Rita slowly pulled her close until they were locked in another embrace. Bellatrix tried to force herself to break away so they could go inside, but Rita held firm and Bellatrix backed up slightly and let Rita push her against the wall as she deepened the kiss. What had started out soft and quick was turning into something more and they both could feel it in the pit of their stomach and in their racing heart and burning skin.

Had Bellatrix's concentration not wavered, her spell wouldn't have broken, but Rita's hands tangled in her hair and her teeth grazed Bellatrix's lip in a way that had her questioning if this was the heaven the pastors used to rave about. That was when her spell broke and then the rain began to pelt them and the wind began to claw at their hair. Rita was the one who pulled away slightly, but Bellatrix grabbed her hips and pulled her right back against her and Rita was helpless.

Between the raging wind and rain that was falling so heavily, you could hardly see a foot in front of you, Bellatrix was certain no one would spot them, and she was too lost in all the sensations combined to care about the rain soaking through their clothes. Bellatrix's hair was so wet it looked like she had just washed it, and Rita's wasn't much dryer.

Bellatrix pulled out of the kiss for a moment but kept Rita right where she was. Even pressed against the wall, Bellatrix was in control.

Blood hammered in Bellatrix's ears, the risk was so worth the reward as adrenaline flooded her bloodstream. If someone saw them, there would be no mistake or explanation, and she was sure no one would, but then again, it's not like they were hidden. She could smell Rita's citrus perfume, and she adored the sickly sweet smell of orange. She pressed her lips to Rita's neck, lightly at first, but then more certainly, but still slow.

Bellatrix loved the way Rita's breath hitched and her chest heaved as her lips made their way down Rita's neck. Then she felt Rita's nails almost digging into her scalp and she pulled, hard, hard enough to pull Bellatrix back.

She looked absolutely evil, with her mouth parted and her tongue pressed against her upper teeth. There was a glint in her black eyes as she stared at Rita and her gaze dipped lower to Rita's blouse that the water had glued to her body. They were both soaked to the bone, and shaking from the cold, but all they felt was the burning fire.

Rita loosened her grip on Bellatrix's hair and lightly kissed her before pulling back,

"That was for winning," Rita said softly, stepping closer to Bellatrix, she knew she was pushing it, but frankly, she didn't care. She played with Bellatrix, staying just slightly out of reach if she ever shifted closer, and Bellatrix tensed like a cat being taunted, about to spring.

"Seems like meager compensation for winning the house the quidditch cup," Bellatrix said in a low voice, playing into Rita's game.

"That was expected of you, captain " Rita whispered. Realistically, they both knew if Bellatrix wanted to, she could've taken control, but she didn't, so Rita pushed it, and Bellatrix let her have the power or the illusion of it. "But, I'm sure it was difficult, so I can take care of you," Rita said, almost posing it as a question. She wasn't entirely sure why Bellatrix was letting her do this, but she wasn't going to complain. Maybe she was just tired or wanted to try something new, or just trusted Rita enough not to abuse it.

"Skip the party?" Bellatrix asked with a smirk, "Room of requirement?"

"Sounds perfect," Rita replied.

****

Bellatrix and Rita snuck back into the common room separately which ended up being overkill because no one was there, except the students who were asleep or more likely passed out and pisshead drunk.

Rita snuck into her dorm in her animagus form without detection.

****

May 7th, 1967

Now that it was Monday, all the professors were revising previous years and the past lessons from earlier in the current year for OWLS. They stressed it now more than ever considering their first OWL would be the 22nd.

They had just received the final schedule with the room numbers and desk assignments. It was entirely random, so Rita was taking her written Transfiguration exam in the same room at the same time as Bellatrix did her written History of Magic. When the exam was over, she would have to bolt because her Ancient Studies exam was right after.

Bellatrix had cursed younger students more times than she could count just for being too loud while she was revising. Now they mostly avoided the common room. Bellatrix thought she hid her stress better than most, but anyone could see she was a live wire and she lashed out at mostly everyone/

"Just think we'll have to do this tenfold 7th year for NEWTS!" Rita exclaimed,

"I don't want to think about that right now," Alecto sighed, "I've got enough to worry about,"

"I don't envy any of you anymore," Narcissa announced,

"You've got finals too," Alecto pointed out, but Cissa shrugged,

"No big deal," She said calmly,

"You sound like Bellatrix did in 3rd year," Rita said with a smile, but Narcissa just glared at Rita from the corner of her eye.

"Of course I do, she's my sister, we were raised the same." Narcissa drawled condescendingly, and Rita raised her eyebrows, slightly amused at Narcissa's dislike of her. Her eyes darted to Bellatrix who was absorbed in a conversation with Chloe. Narcissa followed Rita's gaze and rolled her eyes, "Jealous?" She huffed under her breath, only loud enough for Rita to hear.

Rita just smiled sweetly, "I don't know what you could mean," and she innocently shifted enough so that the marks on her collar bones that Bellatrix hadn't vanished were visible to Narcissa. Rita watched with satisfaction as Narcissa's eyes widened and she tensed and fumbled for a moment before muttering some excuse and leaving.

****

May 15th, 1967

Bellatrix was busy all the time with the first NEWT a week away, and she took a potion before bed each night that basically knocked her out until the morning and forced her to sleep, Rita was sleeping in her own dorm, so they saw each other at meals for brief periods before one rushed off to do something or another.

She knew the material, even without studying she'd probably manage to get all E's, but that wasn't enough, she was going for all O's, and no one doubted she'd get them because, to her, they were standard.

Students too scared to tell Madame Pomfrey who had hexed them filled the infirmary, but everyone knew it was because of Bellatrix Black's horrid temper, but there was nothing to be done when no one would dare speak against Bellatrix and her family.

***

"I'm going for a walk," Bellatrix announced,

"Want company?" Rita asked,

"No, I just need a little time away," Bellatrix said, it was getting to the point where even her friends' hushed whispers were pissing her off and she just needed a moment to calm down. To ensure she didn't wander anywhere near Ravenclaw's tower, she set off in the opposite direction. After about 10 minutes of wandering around, she felt for a fag but found none. She didn't want to go back to the dungeons so she had to do without.

The part of the castle she had wandered into was quiet other than the echoes of her own short heels clicking on the stone floor. Eventually, she came to a dead end with a large stone Griffin statue at the end of it, there was a stone bench beside it, and Bellatrix decided to sit down for a moment. She pulled out her wand and started screwing around with different spells. When she heard the sound of scraping stone she stopped and stood up suddenly, looking around as if she were guilty of something.

The sound was coming from the statue as it turned and sunk into the floor to reveal a brick wall that was parting before her eyes. Part of her said to leave, but she wasn't not supposed to be in that part of the castle, and she was a prefect, besides, curiosity is a strong motif, so Bellatrix stood straight, wand in hand, and waited.

She heard footsteps that were descending stairs slowly, when the statue had descended entirely into the ground, the brick finished opening.

The first thing she saw of him was the shine of his black shoes. A man stepped out of the opening that Bellatrix thought was a dead end and as he did, the wall began to close and the statue started to rise. Bellatrix stayed still and didn't allow any expressions to give away her thoughts. The man was tall, and he had dark hair and eyes with pale skin and sharp features. He wore a black suit that was meticulous and went perfectly with his hair which was gelled into place.

He had known that someone was on the other side of the wall, but now he could see that it was just some girl.

Bellatrix regarded the stranger for a moment, he kept his own face devoid of expression.

"You're not a professor," Bellatrix said, breaking the silence, and the man noticed how she gripped her wand a little tighter.

"No, I was paying Professor Dumbledore a visit," He replied, his words were clipped and precise, and he made a point to annunciate each syllable. The man's gaze raked over her quickly, "Prefect," he added, noting the badge,

"Were you a student of his?" Bellatrix asked,

"I was once, yes," He replied, "I was a Prefect, and a Slytherin, just like you," Bellatrix was drawn in by pure curiosity, almost enthralled, though she took care not to show it. "Allow me to introduce myself," He said politely, he dipped his head in greeting and Bellatrix extended her hand for him to kiss in proper pureblood fashion. His lips were cold as ice on her fingers, "it's a pleasure, Miss..."

"Black," Bellatrix filled in, slightly curtsying,

"Ah, you must be the beautiful sister," He said suavely, the way people did when they realized who she was,

"That would be my sister, Narcissa," Bellatrix corrected,

"I disagree," He replied, stepping closer, still the perfect picture of composure. "So what is your name?" He asked,

"Bellatrix,"

"Tell me, are you a seventh-year? I didn't think there was a Black heir at Hogwarts yet," He inquired,

Bellatrix bristled, she never liked that Sirius would be their heir, for years she had been trained for it, and she wanted it, and she was the eldest. "He isn't," She said stiffly, "and I'm a fifth year, Sir," Bellatrix thought she saw his face fall, but it was only for a moment and she could've easily imagined it.

"Well, Bellatrix," He said, "until next time," and giving a slight bow, he walked ahead past her. He was gone by the time Bellatrix realized he never actually told her his name.

***

Bellatrix made her way back to the dungeons and went to her room after a short conversation. She sat by the window and smoked for a while, replaying the encounter in her mind until it grew fuzzy from the weed.

****

May 20th, 1967

Everyone was doing last-minute studying for their exams, and the fifth and seventh years practically were sleeping in the library. There were no classes for two days before the exams, so Rita got to spend it with Bellatrix in the common room, even if they were revising. No one questioned how close they sat on the couch, or when they leaned in extra close to whisper something in the other's ear.

****

May 25th, 1967

Bellatrix and Rita had the afternoon free because they didn't do the Astrony OWL, and they were hanging out in Bellatrix's room while the younger students enjoyed their few hours in the common room.

"Quiz me?" Bellatrix asked, she levitated a book over to Rita without even looking as her other hand wrote something down on the paper.

"Trix, you know this," Rita complained, "I've been quizzing you for like, two hours and you don't get anything wrong,"

"Well, what would you have us do?" Bellatrix asked,

"Decompress?" Rita offered, and Bellatrix could see the glint in her eyes. "Studying must be difficult, and it's good to take breaks," Bellatrix took a moment to consider the offer,

"Love to, however, you did show Cissa the hickeys I left on you, so..." Bellatrix said cheekily,

"That was like, weeks ago, and you can't keep holding it over my head," Rita argued, "Besides, you're the one who didn't do a good job vanishing them. Maybe you should work on that instead of being quizzed."

"I left those there..." Bellatrix rose from the bed and came to a stop in front of Rita, "because I wanted to," she finished, reaching out and trailing her finger over Rita's clear skin, so they had finally faded.

***

"I'll miss you over the summer," Rita said,

"We'll still write," Bellatrix replied, answering the question Rita was really getting at. The answer satisfied her.

****

May 30th, 1967

At noon, exams were officially over. Students flooded out of the castle to enjoy the fresh sunny day now that school was technically over. They would leave on June 3rd, and Bellatrix was willing to do anything to ignore the summer that was looming over her. Now that she was entering 6th year, she would enter courting with Rudolphus, something she had yet to inform Rita of, but then again it had never seemed so close.

Bellatrix thought it was pointless, they were already going to get married no matter what, so who really cared? And, Sirius would begin Hogwarts next year, just when Bellatrix was finally getting off the hook for Andromeda and Narcissa's crap Sirius was being added to the mix, it almost made her dread going back to school.

Bellatrix and Rita had snuck away to the room of requirement, and Bellatrix decided to put everything out of her mind for a little longer because it's not like telling Rita now instead of later would change the reality of what would happen.

***

June 3rd, 1967

Bellatrix had shut her mouth for the past three days, always putting off telling Rita, and now they were boarding the train which was a rotten time. So Bellatrix just pushed it back.

Unbeknownst to Bellatrix, Rita had her own secret, which was that she would be working for a muggle newspaper over the summer as an intern junior journalist. Bellatrix wouldn't approve, and there was no reason to upset her, plus it didn't really matter, even if Rita wasn't a huge fan of it either.

They parted on the train and Bellatrix walked out with Narcissa and Andromeda to find their mother waiting to escort them home.

Chapter 80: Summer, 1967- They lie and they lie and they lie, a million little times

Chapter Text

June 7th, 1967

At home, everyone acted like Andromeda didn't exist, and Bellatrix knew they were just holding out until she finally left so they could play the doting parents with a wild child. It seemed to work well enough for Andy because she had no duties or punishments, meanwhile, Druella fussed over Narcissa at every moment. Bellatrix loomed above her youngest sister like a protective shadow over a precious light.

Technically Narcissa couldn't begin to court Lucius until she was 16, but a relationship between the families was crucial since the marriage wasn't arranged like Bellatrix's. So, they would meet the Malfoys for tea this afternoon, which meant Druella was personally overseeing Narcissa's dressing and the rest of her appearance. Bellatrix was forced to be present and help her mother, though Druella continued to shoo her away and refuse any input or aid.

Narcissa looked like an angel decked out in white and soft pink lace and satin. Her blonde hair was perfectly pinned with a slight curl and she had a delicate hat to compliment her dress. Bellatrix was attired in black and dark green; she had emerald jewels on her neck and in her hair, and the ensemble was finished off with a pair of black gloves.

"And you are complete!" Druella declared, pulling away from Narcissa and admiring her as one would an intricate painting. "Bellatrix?" Their mother turned her gaze to her other daughter who stood stiffly a few feet away.

"She looks lovelier than ever," Bellatrix replied with a placating smile which was enough to satisfy Druella who smiled and rattled on about things Bellatrix had no interest in.

***

Andromeda remained at home, Bellatrix didn't have that alternative and she accompanied her mother and sister without any complaints.

Tea went well and Bellatrix didn't have much to do besides answer a few polite inquiries before the conversation shifted. She remained quiet through the interaction, she didn't particularly like Lucius, even if he was a friend, though ally would be a more appropriate term. Still, he was the heir to a powerful family, but Narcissa was going to be kept on a tight leash. Bellatrix had no doubt she would make it work, but why Cissa didn't want freedom was beyond her comprehension.

***

June 10th, 1967

Bellatrix had never been more thankful that her birthday was during the school year because it meant when she would officially begin to court, she'd be away for another few months, and Rudolphus was no longer at Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, that didn't excuse either of them from the pre-courting which was just dinners and sitting in drawing rooms along with the adults. Occasionally, there would be a ball and Bellatrix would be expected to dance with Rudolphus, but there weren't any scheduled.

As always, Rudolphus was polite and proper, if a little tense and a little older. He approached her with two glasses of wine which Bellatrix gratefully accepted since it gave her something to occupy her hands.

"Thank you," She said, raising the cup to her lips and taking a small sip. Rudolphus nodded and sat in the chair in front of her before sipping his own wine.

Narcissa and Andromeda were in another room with Regulus and Sirius, so Bellatrix was the youngest in the room with her parents, aunt, and uncle, along with Rudolphus and his mother and father. Bellatrix absently traced the rim of her glass as she waited for Rudolphus to say something. She could feel his gaze glued to her, yet she didn't raise her eyes to meet his.

Bellatrix found herself wishing Rita could be with her, though she knew it would never be possible, still, she imagined it. Rita would sit beside her, and their conversation would never drop, but they would speak in low voices so no one could hear what they were saying. Eventually, Rita would think of something so scandalous she couldn't say it out loud, so she would lean in close enough to where Bellatrix would feel Rita's breath on her ear, and Rita would whisper it. Bellatrix would bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing, and Rita would pull back with a grin.

But that was just a fantasy, a nice one, but one that could never be reality.

***

June 15th, 1967


My dearest, Bellatrix

Summer without you is dull, I have my own chores and responsibilities, but that does not
stop me from longing for you and your company. If anything, I find myself missing you
more whenever I come across something that makes me think of you, or when I wish you
were beside me so that I could confide all my thoughts to you. How is your summer? How
is your family? Spare no detail, perhaps in your words, I can find the pieces of you that
seem so far away at times. It is the strangest sensation to have someone at your side for
months, only for them to be wrenched away the moment school comes to an end.
Mum wishes you and your family well. It's strange to speak of you to them, especially when
they don't know everything you are to me. I feel as if I'm hiding my arm behind my back
in a rather obvious manner. Do not fret, no one suspects and my lips are sealed.

Your Rita,

Bellatrix tucked the letter into her locked drawer along with the others she had saved over the years and hurried downstairs because Rudolphus was to accompany her and a small party on a walk through the grounds of the manor.

The sun shone bright in the sky and Bellatrix carried a black lace parasol to provide shade as she walked beside Rudolphus.

"You look lovely," He complimented,

"Thank you," Bellatrix replied, she didn't enjoy the praise from his lips half as much as she did when the loving words came from Rita's heart. It was difficult for her to enjoy Lestrange's company when she was constantly comparing him to Rita. The good thing was that he didn't speak much, so Bellatrix had no obligation to.

***

Rita spent her days working in a muggle office in downtown London typing things up, overseeing printing, and occasionally running errands for the higher-ups. She didn't complain or mind the grunt work because that was how everyone began. She proved her skills and collected things to add to her resume.

She wondered what Bellatrix was doing, and there was nothing in the prophet about her or her family, so whatever was happening was kept private. It almost concerned her, but Bellatrix was capable.

***

June 18th, 1967

Dearest Rita,

My days are spent fussing over Narcissa and attending social gatherings with
the Malfoys or other pureblood families. I imagine what you would say if you
were beside me often, though I'm not nearly as poetic in my expressions as
you. Despite that, know I do miss you, and do care deeply for you. I feel as
though the sun has gone down over my horizon with you gone, and your
letters are the only thing that sparks my interest.
I'm being called away now,
Je t'aime,

Rita sat at her desk and began to write a response she knew she wouldn't send. No, her notebooks were filled with letters to Bellatrix she couldn't send. The ones with the words she really wanted to say.


My love,
I feel as though my leg has been torn from my body without you. Any stability I had
is gone. My heart calls out your name in a tragic lament and my every breath belongs
to you. I love you, I want to scream it from the walls and screw everyone else because
it doesn't matter as long as I have you. Nothing can stop my heart as it rams against
my ribs as if trying to tear from my flesh to search for you. I see you in every crowd,
but I know you're not there. I wish I could whisk you away from your family the way
Aphrodite saved Paris from the battlefield. I want you to return to me and stay beside
me for the rest of time.
If they would let us, we would be the greatest love of all time. One to rival the greatest
of romance tales, and everyone would know our names, even thousands of years later,
we would be written into poems. The stories would be re-told of course, and some
would get it all wrong because that is the way all legends are. I've no doubt your name
will make it into the history books my love, I just hope mine can follow shortly after.
I wait with the greatest anticipation for when I shall see you again and for the time
when I can feel your lips against mine, for there is nothing sweeter, than the embrace
from the one who you love more than anything.
Your Rita.

She finished the letter and tucked it away with the rest before beginning a new one to send.

****

June 20th, 1967

The actual letters sent were always short, and other than a few lines could be the correspondence of two close friends. Only Rita and Bellatrix understood the depth behind each word. It was like they had their own language, and even while they were kilometers away with different people their minds always drifted back to thoughts of the other, like magnets.

Walburga was occupied with Sirius and readying him for his first year at Hogwarts, so she wasn't instructing Bellatrix at present, and considering the trouble Sirius was, Bellatrix didn't expect their lessons to resume any time soon. Still, she was determined to continue her education on her own and she continued to practice her curses on plants or bugs, sometimes the occasional muggle for legilimens or the imperius curse because their minds were closer to that of wizards.

Still, Bellatrix had to do this on her own time, which was scarce between Narcissa and Rudolphus. It was rare that she had a free day, but Narcissa was off with Druella for something and Regulus was left with Bellatrix while Walburga and Sirius were away.

Bellatrix was flipping between the pages of a book while attempting to cast the killing curse on the insect she had imperioed to be still. She was just about to try again when a tentative knock came at her door. Bellatrix cursed and levitated the insect out her open window before shutting the book and then undoing the spells she had placed on the door so that she could open it.

Regulus stood outside, and he avoided his cousin's gaze. "Is this a bad time?"

"No," Bellatrix lied, "What is it?"

Regulus noticed the edge in her voice and couldn't help making the comparison between her and Walburga.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play wizard chess with me?" He asked. Bellatrix looked back into her room for a moment and spotted her chess set before turning back to Regulus.

"Sure, come in," Bellatrix replied, she opened the door and Regulus walked into her room. With a flick of her wand, Bellatrix had the chess table move to the center of her room before levitating two chairs, then with an incantation, she animated the pieces to take their places on the board. "Tea?" She asked, but before Regulus could reply she had summoned Horrendum and ordered a tray for them.

"Thank you," Regulus said quietly, he tried not to hold the fact that Bellatrix never consistently followed through with her promises to write to him, but it still hurt. Now that he was older, Bellatrix was less perfect in his mind, maybe she had changed, or maybe Regulus used to see her through rose-colored glasses, either way, it didn't matter. Still, he clung to the memory of Bellatrix because it was easier to think of her in that light.

Bellatrix made conversation as they played, which Regulus. It was a close match, Regulus had gotten better and Bellatrix hadn't been playing as much. Bellatrix won the first game, and they played again. Regulus won the second, and Bellatrix couldn't have been more proud. They tied the third and had to stop after that because it was time for dinner.

***

June 23rd, 1967

"Have you gotten your OWL results yet?" Rudolphus asked,

"Not yet," Bellatrix replied, "We are supposed to receive them mid-July." She idly traced the rim of her glass, the wine was bitter and she took one sip and then stared down at the cup to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, Bellatrix understood why Rudolphus had been so opposed to their marriage when he had been in 6th year.

"How are your sisters?"

"Well, thank you," Bellatrix hated the small talk, but it was necessary.

"I offer my congratulations to Narcissa, I heard she and Lucius are to begin courting." He said, raising a glass,

"Once she is 16 yes," Bellatrix replied indifferently, "Though nothing is set in stone,"

"And your other sister?" Rudolphus asked. Bellatrix gritted her teeth. It was possible he wasn't aware of the issues with Andromeda, but Bellatrix suspected he only brought up Andromeda to provoke her. She decided not to give him the satisfaction.

Bellatrix forced a smile and looked up from her glass to meet Rudolphus' scrutinizing gaze. "In time, Andromeda will do what she must," Bellatrix replied, it was no use to try to lie, but she certainly wouldn't confirm any rumors.

Rudolphus smiled at Bellatrix's vague reply, now that he had her gaze, he leaned slightly closer. "Optimism, that's new from you," He remarked,

"Realism," Bellatrix corrected, "Andromeda is no fool," she inhaled sharply and glanced away for a moment. For the first time, she appreciated the free conversations she had with Rita, where she could say anything and know it would always be completely safe. The cadgy, stuffy, overly polite conversations full of passive-aggressive comments and vague boasts were all Bellatrix got with Rudolphus, and any adult really.

"No, she is not," Rudolphus replied, smirking to himself before sipping his drink. Bellatrix fought the urge to gag at the smell of expensive whiskey, the kind her father and uncle would drink. She swallowed the saliva flooding her mouth and leaned away as discreetly as possible.

The men spent the rest of the evening playing some game with cards while Bellatrix stitched a simple pattern so she could appear busy while not having to pay attention to the craft. Her mind drifted to the man outside of what he claimed was Dumbledore's office, it was strange enough to have been a dream, but she knew it was real, it was too clear.

Narcissa was at home, though tomorrow she would attend tea with some of the Malfoys, Bellatrix wasn't going so she didn't worry about the details.

Walburga had returned with Sirius a day or so ago, and he had almost immediately left with Orion elsewhere, leaving Regulus with Walburga.

Andromeda remained at home in her room, and no one asked anything of her, if she was walking around the house everyone pretended not to see her which all suited her perfectly fine as she was free to do whatever she liked.

She wrote to Ted practically every day and received as many letters as she sent, sometimes they were short, but she didn't mind. Just having someone to send letters to and to receive them from was enough. They used his owl considering Andromeda wasn't allowed to have her's, and Bellatrix wasn't going to let her borrow Jupiter, Narcissa might have lent Andromedher owl, it's not like she wrote to anyone anyway, but she didn't want Narcissa to get in trouble if their parents did start caring about what she did.

Perhaps Andromeda was a fool, but maybe that was what love did.

In the back of her mind, Bellatrix knew it could easily be her, it's not like Rita was an acceptable person for her to be with, it didn't matter what her blood status was.

***

June 24th, 1967

The next morning, Bellatrix stayed in her room until she was disturbed at which point she feigned illness with the help of a little magic.

The plan had been that Bellatrix would accompany the Lestranges to dinner to following evening, but now that was precluded by the doctor's letter instructing that Bellatrix was not to exert herself until she was cured even if she was partially better because a relapse would be worse. Bellatrix had taken care to ensure her symptoms were not severe enough to warrant a visit from the doctor and that she would be able to recover naturally.

Dinner was canceled and Bellatrix was excused from all plans for nearly 5 days.

Bellatrix spent most of that time practicing her magic.

****


June 25th, 1967

Dear Rita...

Bellatrix's quill hovered above the parchment, unsure of what to write when a knock came at her door and Bellatrix went to open it.

She twisted the handle and the door swung inwards, but no one stood outside of it, and at her feet were a dozen dark red roses. Bellatrix picked them up carefully and took them inside before grabbing a vase and filling it with water as she had seen her mother do with every bouquet they received. Then she looked at the note, they were from Rudolphus, but that was all it said.

Bellatrix returned to her desk to finish her letter and send it off to Rita. As she wrote, her gaze flickered to the roses on her dresser every now and then, reminding her of the sword hanging over her head.

****

June 27th, 1967

Dear Trix,

I hope this letter finds you well. Summer stretches endlessly before me, yet it feels somehow
empty without our usual conversations. The days are warm, and the sun shines as bright as ever,
but none of it is quite the same without you. I have so much to tell you, but the words feel too
delicate to be written down. Just know that I think of you often
Write to me if you can. Tell me how the summer is treating you. Tell me if you miss me as
much as I miss you.

Yours always,
Rita

****

The problem with letters was that neither of them were honest. Every sentence seemed to be written in codes with a million meanings hidden inside each word and pages of text written between the lines. Part of it was they were worried about Bellatrix's parents, but at the same time, they were worried to over-step, Rita in particular.

Not many things scared Bellatrix, but she was terrified of failure, and if Rita pushed her too quickly there was every chance she'd fly back to her family.

***

June 29th, 1967

Regulus felt like an outsider in Druella and Cygnus' house despite having spent half his life there. Narcissa was never home, and Druella was with her, Andromeda hardly left her room, Cygnus was in and out, and Bellatrix was sick.

Once upon a time, Regulus didn't know of any place safer than with Bellatrix. She had always been there, even if she was cold and harsh. She used to always be there, but now she was in school, and he was an afterthought.

It wasn't just that she was neglecting him, but she was a lot like Walburga, and when he had craved his mother's love, she was the next best thing, but he'd have to be blind to ignore all her flaws. Once, he thought she was invincible, now he could see her breaking.

It was almost ironic that even after everything Bellatrix did correctly, she'd never be free from the family. Even when she marries and takes a new name, she'll always be a Black, she'd always have that damage. For all of Andromeda's failures, she would be the one to get out, not without scars, but possibly without all the resentment.

Chapter 81: Summer, 1967- I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

Chapter Text

July 1st, 1967

Andromeda and Narcissa received their end-of-year exams, though Bellatrix still had to wait a couple of weeks. Narcissa scored all O's, and Andromeda scored a mix of O's E's, and an A in Potions. If Bellatrix had ever had anything other than O's their parents would've thrown a fit, and Andromeda didn't make the cut for being a prefect which would've been the end of Bellatrix's life. Maybe not literally, but pretty much. Still, Bellatrix shut her mouth, there was no reason to make it harder for Andromeda.

They had shown their parents who gave light praise to Narcissa and said nothing to Andromeda, not even in reprimand. She figured the whole ignoring her thing would wear off at some point, but it had nearly gone on a month now. Still, Andromeda was no fool and she certainly wasn't complaining, if anything she was hoping to get out after OWL's. She could drop out of school and marry Ted. Maybe they were young, but they were in love, and Ted was so good, and his parents were kind, and she would be happy.

The fantasy was Andromeda's light at the end of the tunnel, and frankly, it kept her going. If she confided in Narcissa or Bellatrix they would say she was deluded, and that she was just going to settle with their parents and marry whomever they chose, but her sisters were wrong. She wouldn't, not when she was so close to getting out.

***

July 2nd, 1967

"You look beautiful Narcissa," Mrs. Malfoy praised, she was always kind to children, though Narcissa knew she could be stern with adults.

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy" Narcissa replied sweetly, all too aware of her mother's scrutinizing gaze. Narcissa felt more like a house elf than a girl with all the rules she had to remember.

"Is Bellatrix well?" She inquired,

"Yes, quite," Narcissa replied, she shifted slightly trying to ignore the way balancing on her shoes made her feet ache.

"I heard she had taken ill," Mrs. Malfoy continued, the woman clasped her gloved hands in front of her. Despite her warmth, Mrs. Malfoy wore the same tight-lipped smile that adorned nearly every pureblood mother's face.

"Yes, but she is recovered now," Narcissa declared,

"Wonderful! Then I expect to see her at the next dinner, she is always a delight,"

Now Narcissa knew she was just being nice and polite because Bellatrix had a lot of wonderful qualities, but no one would truthfully describe her as delightful.

"Yes, of course," Narcissa said with a smile. She absently wondered how many times she said "yes" at these things. Mrs. Malfoy didn't reply for a moment and Narcissa quickly continued, remembering her part of pleasantries. "And how are you?" She asked,

"Well, thank you," Mrs. Malfoy replied with a smile,

"And I trust everyone is in good health?" Narcissa asked,

"Yes, and I shall be sure to tell you asked," She answered, signifying it was Narcissa's turn to wait for an adult to speak. Narcissa waited silently for a moment while her mother took up the conversation with Mrs. Malfoy.

Narcissa was relieved for it to be over, it was all pointless anyway, but it was necessary and civil.

***

July 3rd, 1967


Ma Chère,
As I walked through the garden today, I felt as though I could see the echoes of your
presence along the pathways. I lingered by the flowers you admired, and I hope it will
not be long before you smell them again. I passed through the vine-covered arches
you found so poetic and I adore that you can see the beauty in something I would
overlook.
I'm glad to hear your summer is well, but I cannot visit, I hope you will understand.
It is just not possible at this time, perhaps next summer. Only 2 months until we are
reconnected, we've had worse, and the letters travel quickly on swift wings so have
courage.
Yours,

Bellatrix failed to mention that she had walked alongside Rudolphus while passing through her garden, or that when they returned to school it was only a month until she would officially court the man she'd marry the following year. She failed to mention that Sirius would be at Hogwarts, and they would need to be more careful because he couldn't keep a secret to save his life, much less Bellatrix's.

She failed to mention a lot, because how exactly did you explain all of that? And even if she could put it into the correct words, she would certainly lose Rita, and sometimes it felt like Rita was the best thing she had. To lose Rita would be to lose a part of herself for she had wedged her way so far into Bellatrix's heart it was impossible to ever be fully clean of her.

As Bellatrix sent the letter off, a knock sounded at her door. Bellatrix quickly closed her window before going to open the door. Outside, she found Narcissa and Regulus and it reminded her of a time years ago when the two had come to her room late just because they had missed her. She opened the door wider for them to enter.

Once they were all inside, she closed the door with a flick of the wand and summoned the house elf to bring tea.

When they all were settled with their tea, Bellatrix spoke. "Is this a social call?"

Narcissa privately thought Bellatrix knew the customary pureblood greetings better than she, though fortunately, people found her uncertainty and timidness charming and feminine.

"In part," Narcissa replied, "but Regulus-"

"I have news," Regulus interrupted, cutting Narcissa a glare she didn't deserve which earned him a look of reprimand from Bellatrix that made him instantly regret it. Thankfully, Bellatrix didn't make him apologize to Cissa, and Regulus knew they would both forgive him without one.

"News first then," Bellatrix ordered. She remembered a time when they had all been very young when she and Cissa and Regulus had their own secret club that Bellatrix had been in charge of, while Narcissa was the spy for the adults and Regulus was just enamored with his older cousins in that young age where children grab at parental figures.

She shook the memory away as Regulus began to speak, though more timidly after Bellatrix's silent scolding. "I heard your father speaking with your mother," he paused, looking around for a moment,

"Go on," Bellatrix prompted impatiently, clearly Narcissa had already been informed, or maybe she had heard as well, but whatever, Bellatrix hated being the last to know something.

"They want you to start courting once you receive your OWL results," Narcissa blurted out, and Regulus tried and failed to hide his frustration.

Bellatrix should've been focused on the news Cissa had just said, but she couldn't help but think Regulus' expression looked too similar to the one Cygnus always wore.

For a long moment, no one spoke, until Regulus broke the silence, "Bella,"

Bellatrix looked up, and Cygnus' expression was replaced with the boy she had carried around as children. "Okay," Bellatrix said,

"Okay?" Narcissa asked, "What about-" She cut herself off which Bellatrix was thankful for. It was bad enough that Narcissa knew about her and Rita, she couldn't have Regulus exposed to that anyway.

"I don't know." Bellatrix admitted, "But it doesn't matter anyway, they have to tell me and until they do it isn't set."

Narcissa shook her head, "No, Bella, I heard, they had decided, and they aren't going to tell you because they don't want you to stop it."

Bellatrix scowled, "I can't believe it," She muttered, "I'm perfect, I do everything they ask, and they still don't trust me!" She stood up abruptly, causing her chair to fall back with a dull thud. "It's not like I go around like Andromeda flaunting my disobedience!" Her voice had risen to a yell and Narcissa cast a muffling spell under her breath.

"Bellatrix!" Narcissa said sharply, and Bellatrix stopped, slightly startled, never having heard that tone from her sister. "You know now, so there's no point in getting mad that it wasn't planned for you to know." Narcissa crossed her arms sternly, but the effect was broken when she glanced at Regulus nervously, as if for support.

"Do you want our help or not?" Regulus asked, noting Narcissa's strong facade crumbling. That was one of the great things about their trio, even if they pushed each other, at the end of the day they were always on the same side.

"I don't know," Bellatrix replied vulnerably, sitting back down on the edge of her massive bed and placing a hand over her head.

Narcissa looked between Bellatrix and Regulus, she needed to bring up Rita with Bellatrix, but without Reggie, and there was no way to do it now without exiling him further.

Regulus was trying to pretend like he didn't care because that's what Sirius did, but he wasn't nearly as good at playing aloof and unbothered.

Bellatrix looked back up at her sister and cousin, glancing between the two; she could easily read the expressions on their faces. "What day is it?" She asked suddenly,

"The third," Narcissa replied, she shifted nervously, as if Bellatrix were a sword hanging above all their heads.

"And results come in between the 15th and 17th, so I have between 12 and 14 days to figure something out." Bellatrix reasoned,

"Are you going to tell anyone? " Narcissa asked with a prompting tone,

"Mother and Father shouldn't know I know," Bellatrix reasoned, her intention clear, and though Narcissa didn't adore Rita, she didn't think Bellatrix was being entirely fair, still, she pursed her lips and shut her mouth for now.

"Worst case scenario you have to start courting Rudolphus a few months early, it's inevitable anyway so does it really matter?" Regulus asked, he always saw every aspect of the situation.

Narcissa shot Bellatrix another look, which Bellatrix pointedly ignored. She would not be swayed on the point of Regulus' ignorance of her and Rita.

"There are other factors," Narcissa said shiftily, and Bellatrix widened her eyes in alarm.

Now, Regulus was certain there was something they were keeping from him, and it was definitively important and relevant. "What are you not telling me?" He asked,

"Nothing," Bellatrix said sharply, her gaze firmly fixed on Narcissa,

"Regulus-" Narcissa began, but Bellatrix cut her off.

"Narcissa!" Bellatrix hissed sternly, "Stop it, I'm serious,"

"Why can't he know?" Narcissa demanded, "Do you not trust him?"

Bellatrix's gaze flickered to Regulus and she faltered for a moment. Narcissa looked between the two before finally blurting it out. "She's in love with Rita,"

"I am not!" Bellatrix replied quickly, rage boiled beneath her skin and her hand twitched towards her wand.

"Who?" Regulus asked he could feel the tension clouding judgment,

"Skeeter," Narcissa said quickly, glancing at Regulus before returning her gaze to Bellatrix.

"I am not in love with her," Bellatrix said sternly,

"You can lie to mother and father, and Regulus, and even me, but don't lie to yourself Bella," Narcissa replied, "trust me, I don't like it any more than you do, but that's the only reason I don't get in the way of it, despite every objection I have, and I have many, all of which are all valid..." She paused, taking a breath before continuing, "is because I hope and pray, that maybe if you really love someone you could be happy."

Bellatrix stood locked in a staring contest with her sister for a few moments. Narcissa could feel ice creep down her spine as she tried not to wither beneath her sister's commanding gaze.

"Get out," She said suddenly, her voice quiet, "both of you." When neither of them moved, she snapped at them, "Now!"

"Bella," Narcissa started, but Bellatrix wouldn't hear it.

Despite her rage, Bellatrix knew she had to Obliviate Regulus and Narcissa, but she took it a step further and erased any memory of Rita that alluded to their being anything other than close friends.

While they were still in the daze that follows being Obliviated when the person is compliant to suggestion, Bellatrix sent them back to their rooms to go to sleep and not to bother to subject further.

Only when Bellatrix was certain they were safely in bed, did she calm enough to think rationally about what she would do.

Rita knew that Narcissa knew, and she certainly wouldn't approve of Bellatrix erasing her sister's memories, but whatever. Bellatrix toyed with the idea of erasing that part of Rita's mind but decided it would be better not to.

Somehow, the pile of secrets Bellatrix had been keeping from Rita had grown immensely. What had started as a few white lies, was turning into elaborate plots that concealed essential details about her life. Somehow, she was constantly adding to it, and it weighed on her conscience more than Bellatrix wanted to admit.

Bellatrix glanced at the clock, it was a little past midnight, yet she was unable to sleep and continued to pace her room as her mind raced. Obliviating people was too much effort in Bellatrix's opinion, there were too many loose ends to tie up; then again, it was a sure way to get rid of consequences, and it was difficult to block.

***

July 4th, 1967

Bellatrix was awake when the sun rose. She had social gatherings to attend so she wore a dove-colored dress with lace designs and pinned up her hair the way Walburga did.

She was ready for ages, but she pretended to continue to ready herself so she could remain in her room. Bellatrix had nothing to do as she sat in her room, waiting until Horrendum called her and Narcissa down and they went off with their mother to the Rosier's.

When they finally departed Bellatrix had a headache from her hairpins digging into her scalp, and even the cool lace felt stifling in the July heat. The apparation made Bellatrix dizzy and she stumbled slightly as the three of them landed, she didn't miss her mother's scoff and disapproving glare, not that it mattered. Then, Druella turned to Narcissa and began to fuss over her for a few minutes before they could go to the Rosier's door.

They were received by Mrs. Rosier, who led them to a room with large windows and a table laden with pastries and tea. At the same moment, Madame Rosier, Druella's mother, entered with Pandora and Evan at her sides. Madame Rosier spent most of her time in the Swiss Alpes and always wore out-of-date clothes that were too much for any occasion.

Pandora was so much older now, her hair was so long, though still the same white blonde as always, and she was taller and her face looked less childlike. She stared up at Bellatrix with the same clear blue eyes and slightly misty expression. It was hard for Bellatrix to believe that this time next year she and Evan would be preparing to go to school, and she would be engaged. In the back of her mind, she wondered what Rita would be then. Only time will tell.

She turned her gaze to Evan, still the cute little boy with slightly darker blonde hair and dark gray eyes. He hadn't changed much, but Bellatrix knew it wouldn't last.

They all sat down, and Bellatrix ended up between Narcissa and Pandora which was the best possible combination because it ensured she hardly needed to pay attention. Pandora looked zoned out, but she always wore that expression; Evan looked bored, which was understandable considering he had to listen to their grandmother rattle on.

"Your brother is well," Madame Rosier said to Druella, who gave her mother a tight-lipped smile. Bellatrix found it amusing that their mother still was below her mother, yet she vowed not to do the same when she was older.

Bellatrix felt a slight tug on her sleeve and turned to find Pandora staring at her wide-eyed. She continued to tug on Bellatirx's sleeve in an effort to pull her down while she beckoned her closer. Bellatrix complied and allowed Pandora to get close enough to whisper in her ear.

"I like your dress, it's very lacy," Pandora said, and Bellatrix smiled, exhaling in amusement as Pandora pulled back at stared at her tea absently. Regulus was her favorite cousin, but if she had to pick a second, it would be Pandora, even if she ended up in Ravenclaw, and wouldn't be a surprise to Bellatrix if she was sorted into Ravenclaw next year.

The rest of tea was uneventful and Bellatrix found herself wishing Andromeda were there just to cause a bit of disruption. What was it that Rita said? You always want what you don't have. Well, it was true enough.

***

In the afternoon, Bellatrix changed into an emerald green dress for lunch with the Lestranges. As she tied the back up she wondered if courting wouldn't be such a bad thing. Rudolphus didn't have any real affection for her, so when it was just them and a chaperone it didn't really matter. Besides, he was in charge of planning any rendezvous, so it wouldn't be many anyway.

The last thing she did was tuck her necklace beneath her dress.

When she arrived downstairs, she was startled to see Andromeda standing beside their mother in a black dress, and the miserable expression she wore made her look as if she were going to a funeral. Druella must've noted Bellatrix's surprise because she quickly explained that Andromeda would be there to speak, or more so listen to Rabastian.

Bellatrix never thought their mother would abandon her duties to her daughters for long, and currently, her largest one was to ensure they married well which she had to drag Andromeda kicking and screaming towards.

When the three arrived at the Lestrange manor, Rudolphus greeted Bellatrix by kissing her hand and then led her to the drawing room to wait for lunch. Rabastian awkwardly greeted Andromeda and the two followed Bellatrix and Rabastian, Druella and Madame Lestrange were the final two to enter the drawing room where there were about five other adults who Bellatrix had met, but the only one she was well acquainted with was Mr. Lestrange.

"You look lovely," He said, his low voice was quiet and Bellatrix strained to hear him over the hushed conversations between other parties. It didn't matter though, because he gave the same compliments each time and it never really mattered.

Bellatrix's indifference blinded her to his affections, not that he was particularly expressive, but anyone really paying attention could tell she had his full attention at any given moment. He hardly spoke but more out of unsureness than anything else, though he never wavered or faltered when he did speak.

Minutes passed in silence before an elf summoned the party to lunch. Rudolphus pulled out Bellatrix's chair before sitting beside her as Andromeda took the chair across from her. Rabastian wasn't sure how to act considering he didn't want to piss Bellatrix off or insult Andromeda so he stayed silent like his brother.

Andromeda missed Ted, she hated the pedantic speech everyone here used to try and elevate their intelligence, but in reality, they weren't saying anything important, so who cared how many syllables their words had? She hated the way people danced around what they meant and every invective was a covert blow. She wondered why people who were so cruel to each other would remain close when it was clear they hated others. It was exhausting and boring.

Andromeda knew Bellatrix felt witty and special and smart, not to say she wasn't, but she displayed it in the same way she had been taught. There was nothing less intelligent than discussing other people or the weather in Andromeda's opinion. Now Andromeda had a taste of the easy joking conversations she could have, and the deep important ones that needed to be had, and it made her summer so much worse because now she knew what she was missing.

****

Bellatrix's day came to an end in a maroon dress with onyx gemstones as she sat across from Narcissa and Lucius in the Malfoy's dining room with a massive chandelier hanging from the lofty ceiling. The whole Manor was beautiful in the way a dagger was, sharp and cold, almost modern with shades of gray instead of the rich royal colors that adorned the Black mansions.

When she was younger she used to loathe that she wasn't to speak unless spoken to, now she welcomed the respite. She rubbed her temples in an effort to ease the headache that had been building since the morning, and she hid her yawns behind her hand or occasionally her napkin.

Her eyes flicked to the grandfather clock often, counting down the minutes, though she didn't have a scheduled time, she figured they would leave around 22h. She listened to the dull business the men spoke of, which was slightly better than the passive-aggressive and boastful anecdotes from the women. Her mind drifted back to when she was a child and they would have dinner with their aunt and uncle most nights, Orion and Cygnus' conversation was never dull and they spoke of politics and theories. She supposed the Malfoys did as well, just not in front of people outside the immediate family.

Dinner came to an end at 22, and Bellatrix waited impatiently for another hour before they finally returned home. She silently went to her room, truly exhausted and fell into a dreamless sleep.

****

July 8th, 1967

Rita dabbed at the sweat on her brow with her left hand as she printed out an article on the old muggle typewriter. Usually, there was a fan running to relieve Rita from the hot summer, but it was broken and they took it to be fixed. Muggles.

Once she had finished the article, her work was done for the day and she made her way across the street to pick up groceries for her mum. As Rita walked down the isles, she caught sight of what looked like Bellatrix, and for a moment she contemplated calling out, but thought better of it; Bellatrix would never be in a grocery store, much less a muggle one. Even though she knew this, she still found herself drifting towards where the girl had gone, and when she rounded the corner she confirmed it was not Bellatrix but just some girl with long curly black hair. She couldn't help but feel disappointed even if there wasn't a chance in the first place.

Rita tried to shake off the feeling yet the daze clung to her as she continued through the store.

She arrived home and set the bags down on the counter and called out to let her mum know she was home. Her mother's clear voice answered in a sweet tone and shortly after her mum was helping her put up the groceries with a kind smile.

"How was work?" She asked,

"Good," Rita replied, "I'm not actually writing my own things, but it's all for experience so it's fine." Her mum nodded and Rita continued talking, "The fan was broken and they took it to get it fixed so it was hot all day and it's not like I could enchant something to fan me."

"And the store?" Rita's mum asked, she always wanted every detail which Rita didn't mind providing, though she blushed at the thought of Bellatrix and turned around under the guise of putting up the grocery bags.

"I saw a girl who looked like Bellatrix," Rita said trying to sound casual about it, as if she was just a friend, as if Rita didn't know the last of her lips. "Wasn't her though," She added, "oh, and they didn't have milk."

"I'll just get it tomorrow, I've got to post a muggle card anyway." Her mum replied, if she had noticed Rita's change at the mention of Bellatrix, she didn't let it show.

***

Dearest Trixie,

I saw a woman at the market today who looked like you, it reminded me
how much I miss you. Only two months until school again, though I never
thought I'd look forward to summer's end.
Sometimes I wish written words weren't so permanent, then I could pour
my soul onto the paper for you to read without concern.
My dreams are filled with images of you, and those are my favorite hours,
when I sleep just to see you, even if it's just an apparition. I'm willing to
wait for it, the poets say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and when
you seem worlds away, I'm inclined to agree. Of course, I've told you all
my adages, stolen and made up, a million times. Still, it doesn't change
the art woven into the words in the layers of meanings, just know that
each time I mean it slightly differently.
Wanting you was easy, having you is harder, and being separated from
you is the most difficult. Seems an awful waste for us to spend our time
apart when we don't know how long we have.
As always, I'll see you in my dreams, and you will be on my mind until
I see you once more.

Your love, Rita.

***

July 9th, 1967

Bellatrix tucked Rita's most recent letter into her drawer with extra care. It was enough just to know that she wasn't fully alone in her house. Rita painted with her ink and created pictures far greater than any artist could ever realize.

Still, she couldn't help but feel guilty knowing Rita still didn't know about her and Rudolphus' arrangement, not that she would be able to keep it secret once they were officially engaged. Still, it was dishonest, but there was no way she could tell Rita over a letter, her words would never flow so eloquently.

Oh, it was enough to be loved by a writer, sometimes it was even too much; paper is always easy to light and the fire burns indiscriminately.

****

July 10th, 1967

Bellatrix would receive her OWL results soon, which would begin her courting if Narcissa and Regulus had heard correctly and nothing had changed. Still, the only thing she could do would be to delay them, and there was no point in that, so she just waited.

Now that Cissa's memories of Rita and Bellatrix as lovers had been obliviated, it really was a secret no one knew. Except Alecto, but she didn't care and Bellatrix was starting to think she may be more than friends with Alarice. Narcissa just didn't understand it the way Alecto did, and the further the secret was from her parents the better.

"Are you nervous to get your OWL results?" Narcissa asked. She had Bellatrix's balcony doors wide open to allow her to sketch the garden from higher up.

"I haven't been nervous about any results ever," Bellatrix replied, and it was true, she didn't worry about what her notes were, because she knew she had gotten the questions correct. Some people bitched that the teachers favored her and that was why she was the top of the year, or that her parents paid people off because she was hardly ever working, but anyone who had the privilege, or punishment, of listening to her knew that she earned every perfect score. Everything was much easier when tutors had drilled it into her for years.

"I wish I didn't get nervous, I'm always practically shaking even when I know I know it all," Narcissa replied, "the lighting in your room is really good, you should open the curtains more." She added, always thinking artistically.

"What if I burst into flames or melt." Bellatrix replied, and Narcissa could hear the grin in her tone,

"Well, the first only happens to vampires and for witches, it's water that melts them, not sun." Narcissa replied, with mock seriousness, as if Bellatrix wasn't being ridiculous.

"Well if you're going to correct me you can go draw somewhere else," Bellatrix replied sarcastically, and Narcissa laughed,

"I won't confuse you with any facts or logic," She joked, repeating what Walburga always said to Cygnus which earned a laugh from Bellatrix.

Maybe the sun wasn't so bad after all.

***

July 15th, 1967

At breakfast, a Hogwarts owl flew in and dropped an envelope in front of Bellatrix. Everyone went silent and stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to open it. Bellatrix looked around for a moment before turning the letter over and pulling off the wax seal. Inside was a piece of parchment folded inwards to hide the results and her prefect and captain badges, Bellatrix quickly opened the results, ignoring the pins.

Narcissa watched anxiously as Bellatrix's eyes moved over the letter though her expression remained impassive. After a moment that felt much longer, Bellatrix handed the letter to their father.

"O's in all nine courses and top scores in each class," Cygnus announced after scanning the document. Narcissa smiled, and Druella looked pleased which was a relief. "well done," their father concluded, and Bellatrix swore she actually lit up. She hadn't noticed until now how little her father spoke with her now that she was older, but now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember the last time he had offered her praise.

"Thank you, Father," Bellatrix replied, smiling as he returned the paper to her hands.

When breakfast was over, Bellatrix made to return to her room but her mother called out for her to wait and Bellatrix froze, dreading what would happen now.

"Stay a moment," Her mother ordered, and Bellatrix sat back down with a stony expression.

When Narcissa and Andromeda were upstairs, Cygnus began to speak. "Now that you've completed 5th year, we think you've done enough,"

Bellatrix's expression morphed into confusion as she stared at her father, "What do you mean?" She asked,

"Education is important, but it doesn't take any NEWTS to get married." He replied, and his meaning was clear, they were going to have her drop out. Panic filled Bellatrix, though she was careful not to show it. If she never returned to school what would she tell Rita? Would she ever even see Rita again? The news would certainly reach her before Bellatrix would be able to tell Rita herself.

"You want me to quit school," Bellatrix stated plainly,

"What good does it do you?" Druella asked, "A wife doesn't need NEWTS, neither does a mother." She reasoned,

"What if I want to continue school, what if I want to do my NEWTS?" Bellatrix asked, she knew she was pushing, but she didn't care. Druella was about to answer when Cygnus held up a hand to silence her.

"Why?" He questioned,

"I want knowledge, and I want to be a better witch," Bellatrix replied, mostly the truth, just with a little bit left out. "I wouldn't be a Slytherin if I wasn't ambitious, you can understand that father." She continued, pleading her case,

"And when would you get married?" Cygnus asked, his stern look never wavering,

"The summer I graduate," Bellatrix replied, "I'll get engaged next summer and I'll start courting now if you desire it, just please allow me to return to school." She bargained, and Cygnus was quiet for a moment as he thought about it.

After a few minutes of silence, Bellatrix spoke again, "I see no reason to rush this, and people may wonder if there were unfavorable circumstances if we are married so quickly considering most do not know of the arrangement." Reason and logic were the best defenses she had.

"I will agree to allow you to finish school, with the vow that you will begin courting now and reach engagement by next summer," Cygnus replied and Bellatrix couldn't contain the slight smile that spread across her face.

"Yes, of course, I promise," Bellatrix replied,

"Should you fall through on any of these, I will not hesitate to remove you from school and I promise the wedding will be that same day," Cygnus added sternly, and Bellatrix nodded quickly,

"Yes, Father, I won't disappoint you," Bellatrix said, and after a moment, Cygnus waved her away and Bellatrix fought the urge to run upstairs.

Narcissa was waiting in Bellatrix's room when she came in and immediately asked what she had talked about with their parents.

"They wanted me to drop out and get married," Bellatrix said, and Cissa's mouth parted in surprise.

"What?" She sputtered, "You can't!"

"I'm not," Bellatrix assured, "I convinced them otherwise, but I have to begin courting now and be engaged next summer, but I can stay at school."

Narcissa relaxed slightly but her expression was still concerned, "Do you want to start courting?" She asked,

"No, but it was that or drop out and get married," Bellatrix replied solemnly. Her mind drifted to Rita, at least now she'd see her again, but there was no guarantee how long Rita would still want to see Bellatrix after she learned the plan for Bellatrix's future.

Chapter 82: Summer, 1967- When I'm above the trees, I see this for what it is

Chapter Text

July 16th, 1967

One thing about Druella was that she didn't wait around for things to happen, so Bellatrix wasn't at all surprised when her mother informed her that Rudolphus would arrive at 11 and they would go for a walk about the lake with Horrendum as their chaperone. Bellatrix was extra complacent considering her returning to school was on the line. She blamed Andromeda for it, their parents had lost control of her, and they were tightening the leash on Bellatrix; they were also worried Andromeda's actions would hurt the family's reputation and therefore Narcissa and Bellatrix's marriages.

*

Sure enough at 11, Rudolphus arrived and was led in by Narcissa. There were stiff greetings between her father and Rudolphus, and Bellatrix could feel the tension in the room.

When she and Rudolphus, accompanied by Horrendum, finally stepped outside she let out a breath of relief and she heard Rudolphus do the same.

"Shall we?" He asked, and Bellatrix was thankful he didn't offer her an arm. The two began to walk towards the lake with Horrendum behind them, out of earshot. "I'm surprised you agreed to this," He remarked,

"I didn't have much of a choice," Bellatrix replied stiffly, it was too warm outside to be comfortable.

"I can't imagine you not having a choice," Rudolphus said with a smile,

"Well that's my life," Bellatrix replied, "at least at home," after a few more steps the heat was too much and Bellatrix stopped and asked Rudolphus to wait a moment. Bellatrix pulled out her wand and quickly cast a cooling charm on herself before returning her wand to her pocket and continuing on.

"Isn't that illegal?" He asked,

"Do you really want to get into the fact I'm underage?" Bellatrix replied humorously,

"No, I suppose not," Rudolphus laughed slightly. After a moment's pause, he spoke again, "I do think we've both grown since two years ago,"

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not getting any older, other times I feel as though I've lived for ages," Bellatrix replied,

"I think you have," Rudolphus said and Bellatrix raised an eyebrow in question. "grown up, I think you have grown up," He clarified,

"If only in physicality," Bellatrix added, her gaze locked on the reflections of light off the water as the lake came into view.

"And what do you think of me?" He asked,

"I think you talk a great deal more when no one else is listening," Bellatrix replied dryly, Rudolphus was startled for a moment but more amused than anything.

"Would you prefer I didn't?" He asked, his tone slightly teasing. Bellatrix sighed, refusing to move her gaze from the water so she did not meet her companion's gaze.

"I would prefer you speak of something of substance," Bellatrix admitted, because she could not say that, yes she did prefer he didn't speak because she'd prefer if it were Rita beside her.

"I was worried I may overstep," Rudolphus replied,

"Do not speak of anything you fear will be overstepping because it is sure to be." Bellatrix said, "No, tell me about politics, or work at the ministry, or if you are intent on speaking with me instead of to me then begin a debate. I'm so sick and tired of pleasantries and pointless conversation,"

Rudolphus smiled, glad to have anything to speak of with her, and launched into politics which they both had an interest in.

****

July 19th, 1967

Dear Rita,
I hope your summer is well, how did you do on OWLS? I've been ever
so busy so I haven't had much of a chance to write, and even now I
only have a few minutes before I'm off to dinner. I can't wait for school,
then we will speak every day. I feel as though I'm losing more of myself
the longer we are apart. Waiting is agony, but I know it will be a reward.
A bientôt, ma Chère.

Rita had been waiting for nearly 12 days now for Bellatrix's reply during which she was a wreck, worrying she had crossed a line with her previous lesson. When Jupiter flew into Rita's room, she almost didn't want to open the letter.

Thankfully, Bellatrix's letter didn't hint at problems, and Rita was relieved. Had it not been for the fact that she was already going to be late she would've immediately sent a letter back to Bellatrix.

"You're in a better mood," One of the women commented, Rita looked up, trying to see who the woman was speaking to before realizing she had been talking to her.

"Are you talking to me?" Rita asked. None of them ever spoke to her unless it was to ask for something or a good morning. At first, Rita thought they were just quiet, but the others conversed in hushed tones with their friends.

"Yea, Rita right?" She was probably in her early thirties, though she looked older and had a poor Welsh accent. Still, it was the first time someone was making a real attempt at conversation with her.

"Yes, I'm an intern." Rita said, "What's your name?" The woman's face was freckled and thin; she had straggly black hair that fell slightly past her shoulders.

"Beca," She replied, her head twitched to the side and she looked away but continued to speak, "I've been workin' here bout a year,"

Rita wondered what Bellatrix would say had she heard the woman... nothing nice. Rita smiled, "Plan on staying?"

The woman shrugged and Rita saw her twitch again, "I dunno, however the wind goes," Beca replied cryptically, after that, she fell quiet and Rita didn't think of anything to say.

***


Dear Andromeda,
Happy birthday, It feels unfair that the sun shines for me while
you're in the dark. If you would allow me to whisk you away you know
I would, I may be young, but I know I love you, and that doesn't scare
me. You don't scare me, Andromeda, so let me love you. Run away,
run away with me, please. My parents will take you, I adore you and
I cannot bear to know you suffer. I feel as though I'm losing my
mind while you're trapped away in some tall tower guarded by
the great dragon Andy, let me be the prince who rescues you.
We can do it this year! I'm begging you. I love you.

Love, Ted.

Andromeda pressed the parchment to her lips, soaking up the lingering touches of Ted's hands on the envelope. Joy engulfed her, he was her Ted, he always had been. He was her light in that horrid house, he was what allowed her to live in that hostile environment. He is who will guide her out, he is who she will come home to and sit beside in the evenings, that light would be theirs.

She immediately sat down to write and sent her reply. She couldn't wait a moment longer because knowing he would be holding her letter so soon was enough.


My Ted,
Yes, yes of course. I cannot run away yet, I must try and get my
sisters. Do not try and convince me otherwise, I shall not listen.
Perhaps Bellatrix is too set in her ways, but there is still good in
her. I think I might be able to convince Cissa. I love you, so much
you are so good and kind to me, and there is nothing I could've
done to deserve it. Maybe I can get Regulus and Sirius out as
well. Of course, I would get money as well, I've been saving for
some time now. When I turn 17 I'll come because they won't be
able to stop me. Just two years now, it will fly by and I shall be at
school.
Patience, my Love.
Your Andromeda.

She sent the letter back with his brown owl and was grinning like a fool when Horrendum appeared and Andromeda nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Mistress Black awaits you in the drawing room," The elf said, bowing lowly,

"Thank you Horrendum," Andromeda replied kindly,

"Of course, Horrendum lives to serve the noble house of Black," She replied, not meeting Andromeda's gaze.

Andromeda tried to pretend she wasn't nervous, but she wasn't as good at clearing her expressions as Bellatrix.

She met her mother in the Drawing room and pretended not to smell the wine on her breath, it was no use to argue with her when she was sober and it was even less helpful to start something when she was drunk.

"Play the piano Andromeda," Druella ordered, and Andromeda complied, slightly puzzled, she sat down at the piano and watched her mother lay down on the green velvet couch across the room. She flipped through music for a moment before picking a classical piece and beginning to play. Her fingers danced deftly over the keys, and Andromeda lost herself in the music; she could almost forget who she was playing for.

When she finished the piece, she looked at her mother who was asleep on the couch. Andromeda looked around as if waiting for instruction, unsure if she was supposed to leave or continue to play. After a few more moments she selected another piece and played a bit longer before quietly exiting the room wondering why her mother had called her to play for the first time in however long.

Back in her room, she began to plan how she would convince her sisters. She would have to start with Bellatrix because Narcissa would run and tell Bella if Andromeda tried to get Narcissa to run away. That made it more difficult considering Andromeda was pretty sure Bellatrix hated her and in a little over a year she'd be shot of the whole family and married to Rudolphus.

Andromeda wasn't aware of Bellatrix's little rebellions or of Rita considering Andromeda figured her sister just despised love. To Andromeda, the thought of Bellatrix loving someone romantically was absurd, she was too severe, too strict and mean to have room for that in her cold heart. Still, Andromeda would at least try.

***

A few hours later, a knock sounded on Andromeda's door, but when she answered all she found was a small black box. She figured it was from either Narcissa or Bellatrix for her birthday and brought it inside. She opened it to find the box contained a beautiful necklace of a bird in flight. Andromeda picked up the delicate white-gold chain and looked at the charm; it spun, revealing an inscription on the back, and Andromeda steadied it with her fingers to see what it said.

fly free

Andromeda smiled at what she assumed was Narcissa's gift, she hung it around her neck and tucked it beneath her shirt to feel the cool white-gold on her skin.

*

Narcissa thought about writing a note and placing it in the box, but in the end, she decided not to. What was there to say really? She knew Andromeda wanted out, she had always known. It's not like she wanted Andy to leave, but she did want her to be happy. Bellatrix would cling on if she knew Andromeda was serious but Narcissa thought at least one of them should get out. Bellatrix had too much damage and Narcissa would never leave her eldest sister or their parents, she just couldn't, but one of them should.

***

July 27th, 1967

"And how are you this evening Bellatrix?" Rudolphus inquired as they danced,

"Well, and you?" Bellatrix replied, trying to ignore the stares from the other purebloods at the Rosier's ball. In their defense, she was hard to ignore especially beside Rudolphus. Bellatrix's sleeves were slightly off the shoulder and the sharp square neckline of the gown accentuated Bellatrix's bone structure. The bodice of the dress was incrusted with tiny black diamonds that shimmered in the light to give the illusion of a firework exploding. Bellatrix's thick black curls were piled at the back of her head like the skirt of her dress and she looked like the night herself.

"Equally," He replied, allowing the conversation to drop there for the time.

Andromeda was sitting by their mother, apparently, she had done something to put herself on an extra tight leash. Bellatrix glanced around and spotted her father with Mr. Lestrange.

Narcissa and Lucius waltzed around the room easily with perfect smiles on their faces. Maybe Bellatrix should've envied her youngest sister's easy grace, but she didn't. It wouldn't do Cissa any good if Bellatrix was soft and quiet as well, she had to be strong, and if that meant Narcissa was their mother's pride then so be it.

Rudolphus couldn't help but notice how Bellatrix seemed to be looking at everything other than what was in front of her. At first, he thought she had just been avoiding his gaze, but Bellatrix wouldn't be so cowardly; no, she was assessing everything. He followed her gaze for a while until it landed on Rabastian,

"What is it you're thinking about my brother?" Rudolphus asked,

Bellatrix turned her head back to meet Rudolphus' gaze, "I generally try not to think of your brother," she answered with a slight smile. "I see enough of him at school,"

Rudolphus forced a smile and didn't say anything more. Still, Bellatrix was careful to avoid looking around for the next few dances.

When Bellatrix and Rudolphus were released from dancing, she sat beside Walburga while he stood by his brother far enough to be out of earshot.

From the start of the night, Bellatrix had felt her aunt's heavy gaze on her. As she and her aunt exchanged the usual pleasantries and graces Bellatrix only felt the weight bearing down on her and it was welcome when Walburga began to speak freely.

"Bellatrix, I was wondering if you'd accept an invitation to tea for August, say the 7th..." She said, phrasing her question as a statement, "It would be the two of us, and clear your calendar for the whole day."

Bellatrix nodded, hopeful this meant Walburga would be giving her a lesson. She couldn't help but look over at Sirius who stood by the wall with Regulus, it was still difficult for her to believe he would be starting school in a month. "Of course," She replied,

"Wonderful," Walburga said,

****

August 4th, 1967

Maybe the Blacks didn't do birthdays, but Narcissa had given Andromeda the pretty necklace, so when Narcissa's birthday rolled around, Andromeda resolved to get Narcissa something.

It had been impossible to try and buy something because their mother was over ignoring Andromeda and letting her hide away in her room. Instead, she had to work with what she could get in the house. The oil paints had been stowed away in a closet in a room in a wing of the house Andromeda was not allowed to be in, but Andromeda had stumbled upon them as she searched for something to help her make a gift. It was a perfect gift for Cissa and no one had used them so no one would notice if they went missing.

Andromeda put a bow on the box that contained the paints and left them on Narcissa's bed while she was at breakfast.

***

When Narcissa did get back, she immediately noticed the box and opened it. Her face lit up at the sight of the paints and she could hardly wait to try them though she knew it would have to be put off for the moment.

Narcissa allowed herself a moment before containing herself and placing the box on her bookshelf along with her other trinkets and then proceeded to re-dress for lunch.

She knew it had been Andromeda, and she knew Andromeda knew she knew. There was no need for words, yet when they saw each other Narcissa offered her older sister a kind smile which Andy returned and both felt as though the ice had melted.

*

The day ended with a dinner just between the sisters and their parents. Thankfully everyone was too tired to argue and it was uneventful.

As the three went upstairs to their rooms for the evening, Bellatrix lingered slightly to fall into step beside Narcissa.

"Happy Birthday Cissy," Bellatrix whispered, leaning down slightly to be beside her sister's ear.

Narcissa hadn't expected anything from Bellatrix, and though it was nothing drastic, Narcissa couldn't have wished for anything more. She smiled and wanted to thank Bellatrix, but her sister had already disappeared behind her door.

***

Augsust 8th, 1967

Bellatrix had been correct in assuming Walburga would resume their lessons. Her aunt was glad to see she could cast the killing curse on plants, though Bellatrix thought it was a meager achievement. Still, there was plenty more to the dark arts.

After about an hour, they took a break and Walburga ordered Kreacher to bring them tea.

"How is Sirius?" Bellatrix asked cautiously,

Walburga gave an exasperated sigh, "He is as he always is," She answered before muttering something that ended with "daughter".

"Is he ready to attend Hogwarts?" Bellatrix questioned, what she really wanted to know was if he was going to be her responsibility, and if so, how much trouble was he really.

Fortunately, Walburga understood her niece's real inquiries, "Sirius must grow up," she said pointedly, "there's nothing for you to do at the moment,"

Bellatrix nodded, not liking the possibility that she may need to do something in the future. Kreacher entered with the tea and Bellatrix sipped her tea as she listened to her aunt regale her with some story of her youth.

After tea, Walburga began to instruct Bellatrix in potions dark arts which mostly involved poisons and acids of sorts.

"I wish I could've spent more time this summer instructing you," Walburga remarked,

"Why couldn't you?" Bellatrix asked, she had mostly assumed Walburga did whatever she wished and that Sirius had just been more important.

"We all have our responsibilities Bellatrix," Her aunt said with finality.

***

August 15th 1967

My Dearest Andy,

I know it is futile to try and dissuade you, and I think you're doing the right thing,
I only hope your sisters listen to you. I'll do anything I can to help, you know it's no
burden so don't think for a moment that it is Andromeda because I love you. Please
be careful, for me and mum and dad. Please save yourself first because I can't live
without you.
I think my parents think I'm a bit mental, and maybe I am but they're supportive
either way. I want you to know me entirely, and I want to learn every bit about you,
I want to grow old with you, and hold you near to me, and tell you every day how
beautiful you are.
I'll support and help you forever and ever. You're my light, my love, my life.

I love you,
Ted Tonks,

Andromeda's eyes welled with tears of joy as she pressed Ted's letter to her chest; she was certain if the house burned down the letters would be the only thing she gave a damn to save, they were the only good thing in the rotting building.

Her mind was slightly foggy all the time now that their mother had reverted to practically holding her under the imperius curse. It was difficult and draining magic to keep up for so long and it was a strain on Druella which just showed how desperate she was. Andromeda was getting too old and they all knew it, she was 15, she was old enough to fight back.

In the whirlwind of that, Ted was the eye of the storm, her place of sanctuary in the chaos. She clung to him as a sailor flung from their boat clings to a board of wood with a steady strong grip, knowing it is their salvation, their only chance of life, the only thing that keeps them from being pulled under.

Sitting down, she picked up her pen and began to write her reply.

Oh, My dearest Teddy,

Thank you, thank you, thank you, I cannot thank you enough for you are so kind and
good to me. Whatever angels have sent me you have my eternal gratitude. I love you
too Ted, oh my heart brims with it!
I don't care what anyone thinks, I don't care that we're young. Love is something to
embrace and cling to because it is the only thing worth anything in the end. I want
us to grow old and watch our children get married and have children, I want to be
yours forever.
You will forever be the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, you've stuck by
me through every error and helped me to fix every fault of mine. I hope you never
stop making me better.

Forever your ever-loving Andromeda,

Chapter 83: Summer, 1967- But now I'm right down in it

Chapter Text

August 24th, 1967

Bellatrix and Narcissa went with Walburga and Sirius to Diagon Alley to get their school books for the year and then for Sirius to get his first official wand. Andromeda was forbidden to go so she gave her list to Bellatrix who was all too happy about the arrangement since she had planned to meet Rita. Walburga couldn't leave Sirius the way Druella had been able to Bellatrix's first year, and it wasn't just because he was unpredictable.

Bellatrix had noticed it, but Walburga had said it after a few minutes of walking. "Stay close, don't look at the mudbloods," She had sneered.

Sirius turned bright red and sunk his head as the few people who had heard turned to look at them. Bellatrix and Narcissa branched off on their own after a few minutes and promised to meet Walburga back where they had entered in three hours.

Considering Rita had to do her own shopping, she and Bellatrix had decided to meet after by the woods.

They had come fairly early instead of right before the train left the station so the lines weren't long and Narcissa had all her supplies in thirty minutes.

"Can I go get ice cream?" She asked, Bellatrix was a little surprised Narcissa was asking to leave and it was slightly suspicious.

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, narrowing her eyes,

"I want ice cream," Narcissa replied, crossing her arms like their mother did.

"Are you meeting anyone?" Bellatrix questioned, slightly defensive at the idea of Narcissa sneaking off with someone.

"No, " Narcissa answered, looking at Bellatrix with an odd expression,

"Just stay with me until I finish my shopping and then you can do whatever but meet me here fifteen minutes before we need to leave." Bellatrix said, a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks as she realized she was just accusing Narcissa of doing what she was trying to do.

The next ten minutes Bellatrix spent shopping were spent in silence and Bellatrix was practically crawling with anticipation at the thought that she would see Rita in less than an hour. Bellatrix had all of her and Andromeda's supplies now and while Bellatrix was still hesitant about leaving Narcissa, she was more eager to see Rita.

"I'll be fine on my own Bella," Narcissa said after a while, and Bellatrix forced a smile.

"I'll see you soon,"

The two sisters parted and Narcissa took Andromeda's supplies with her.

Bellatrix ducked into an alley after a while and found a reflective window where she checked her appearance for longer than ever before. A million doubts ran through her mind; she wondered how much Rita had changed, or if she had changed too much.

When Bellatrix saw her, it felt like all those doubts were withdrawn.

Of course, she had gotten there first and was waiting and pacing around slightly; Bellatrix couldn't hear her, but she was certain Rita was reciting the conversation under her breath. A genuine smile overtook Bellatrix's face and she emerged from the shadows with an exclamation.

"Rita!"

Rita turned and she practically ran into Bellatrix, pulling her close and holding her tightly. "I missed you," Rita whispered,

"I know," Bellatrix replied cheekily and Rita rolled her eyes before pulling back slightly only for Bellatrix to pull her into a kiss. The two fumbled backward a few steps so they were covered by the tree line.

For now, Bellatrix could forget that she was technically courting Rudolphus. Right now she just needed to be with Rita. Everything else was an afterthought.

*

A couple of hours later Bellatrix and Rita parted as the former went in search of her sister and the latter to meet Walburga.

Now that Rita was gone, it was more difficult to ignore the sword looming above whatever they were, and the weight of her secrets seemed to crush her lungs.

Narcissa was waiting at the ice cream parlor as promised when Bellatrix arrived to collect her and the two sisters headed to the designating meeting spot.

Not long after they arrived, Walburga and Sirius came into view, both looked equally tired.

The party wordlessly apparated home and Walburga disappeared after ordering "headache medicine" from Kreacher. Bellatrix looked at Sirius critically,

"What did you do?" She sneered,

"I didn't do anything!" Sirius protested with a slight whine in his voice that just angered Bellatrix further.

"She's upset! Clearly, you've been causing trouble as usual," Bellatrix condescended, "Oh it's no use," she sighed, turning to Narcissa, "Let's use the floo. I want to get home and Mother expects us."

Narcissa hesitated for a moment before looking away and mumbling an 'okay'. Sirius didn't argue for them to stay.

****

September 1st, 1967

Bellatrix glanced between Andromeda and Sirius as they all stood at platform 9 3/4 as the train pulled into the station. She didn't need to look at Narcissa because she knew Cissa wasn't going to run off or something. Walburga and Orion were there as well as Regulus who looked as though he'd rather be anywhere else.

"I'm going to get on the train and save a car," Narcissa announced before boarding the train. Walburga and Orion were lecturing Sirius who stood on his toes as though he could run to the train and get away from them. After a moment Andromeda followed Narcissa silently, though Bellatrix was certain she would branch off in another direction on the train and sit with her mudblood friends.

Bellatrix was tempted to follow her sisters, but she didn't want to leave Regulus alone and she hadn't seen Rita arrive yet. The platform was mostly empty other than a few pureblood families, the Potters were sending their son to school this year, he was one of the children Sirius was forbidden to associate with because their family was full of blood traitors. Bellatrix was certain Sirius would befriend him out of spite; not saying anything would've been smarter.

Bellatrix walked over to where Regulus stood, a few feet away from the rest of them.

"How are you?" She asked,

"Fine," Regulus replied, his eyes glued to the floor,

"The year will fly by," Bellatrix reassured, "You'll be at Hogwarts in no time."

"It's not like I'll be able to play quidditch with you," Regulus said quietly, it was a stupid thing to be upset about, but it was all he could grasp at the moment.

Bellatrix smiled, "You'll play with Cissa," she replied,

"Will you come to a game?" Regulus asked, perking up slightly, forcing Bellatrix to agree.

**

An hour passed and Rita finally arrived; Bellatrix pretended not to notice, but she watched Rita board the train from her peripheral and waited a few seconds before parting with Regulus and Walburga and hurrying away.

Bellatrix stepped onto the train and turned her head to the right just in time to see Rita turn at the end of the hall, and Bellatrix hurried after her. When Bellatrix rounded the corner, it was a dead-end where Rita leaned against the wall, waiting for Bellatrix.

"Hey," Rita said with a playful smile,

"Sirius is starting Hogwarts this year," Bellatrix said, it was better to tell her that part now,

"Oh yeah!" Rita exclaimed, "I forgot about that, I guess he is old enough now."

Bellatrix just now noticed the slight rouge on Rita's cheeks and lips, and upon closer inspection, Bellatrix discovered she was wearing mascara and something in her eyebrows. Her scrutiny didn't escape Rita's gaze and she sighed,

"Go ahead and say it," Rita said,

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, she wanted to reach out and touch Rita's face but it was too public.

Rita gave a slight shrug, "I like it," she replied,

Bellatrix thought about arguing it, but she didn't have any real objection other than the fact it was different which she would get over. In the end, she decided it would do more harm than good, and she let the subject drop.

"What did you do over the summer?" Bellatrix asked, forcing a smile onto her face. She fancied she saw a hint of hesitation on Rita's face, but she must've imagined it as Rita began to recount the summer which was just a repetition of their letters with slightly more details and amusing anecdotes.

*

The next hour the train pulled out of the station. Bellatrix and Rita joined Narcissa in the train car that already contained Alecto, Chloe, Alarice, and surprisingly Sirius.

Bellatrix cast a questioning glance at Narcissa, silently asking whether Andromeda would be joining them or not, though she knew the answer. Narcissa pursed her lips and shook her head, Bellatrix sighed and sat down, unsure of what she would do and not wanting to think about it.

Sirius looked more miserable, if that was possible, in the train car than he did with his mother, which was a real feat.

"Are you excited to be sorted?" Alarice asked, trying to invite Sirius into the conversation but his scowl deepened and he turned away petulantly.

"Sirius!" Bellatrix scolded, "Don't be rude!" she shot Narcissa a look before returning her attention to Sirius. "Well, apologize," She commanded,

"M'sorry," Sirius mumbled, hardly audible,

"Don't mumble," Bellatrix instructed, mortified at his disobedience. "He's worse than Andromeda," Bellatrix said to Rita, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear and Sirius turned bright red.

"I'm sorry," He said, and Bellatrix sat back, satisfied.

The car was silent for a few minutes until Rita picked up the conversation. "Where's Malfoy?" She asked, and Narcissa turned bright red. Rita was alarmed and looked to Bellatrix for an explanation, but the blood had drained from her face as she stared daggers at her sister. "What?" Rita asked,

"You don't know?" Sirius asked, noticing the tension and seizing the opportunity. He relished the way Bellatrix's eyes widened alarmingly as he spoke. "Narcissa's going to start courting him," He said with a grin.

Bellatrix was so relieved Sirius had left the part about her courting out, but she couldn't show that so instead she clenched her teeth and glared at Sirius. "Just get out," She hissed, and despite his brief triumph, Bellatrix saw the way he flinched.

Sirius hurried out of the train car before Bellatrix could change her mind and call him back.

"What?" Rita asked, turning to Bellatrix, "You didn't tell me?" she looked more hurt than anything and Bellatrix's stomach turned imagining how she'd react if she found out some other way about Rudolphus, but now she had to swallow that.

"I was going to when we got to school," Bellatrix explained,

"A letter would've been fine," Rita contested, folding her arms defiantly,

"Well you know now," Bellatrix replied, though it was snappier than she intended,

"Any other secrets you're keeping?" She asked, and Bellatrix actually felt as though the breath had been knocked from her lungs. Somehow she managed to get out a convincing enough no

**

Andromeda had found Ted and immediately allowed him to fold her into his strong arms.

"I missed you" Andromeda whispered, clinging to him just as desperately.

"I missed you more," Ted replied, kissing her head, and then her cheeks, and her nose, and finally her lips.

After a long moment, he pulled back smiling. "I love you," Andromeda said, caringly grazing her fingers over Ted's face.

"I love you," He replied before pulling her into another kiss.

*

Sirius wandered around the train for nearly 15 minutes until he heard loud laughter coming from a train car at the end of the hall. He perked up eagerly and hurried to see what it was. Sirius peered in through the window for a moment before pulling back, making sure he hadn't been seen. Inside were three boys his age, two he recognized in passing as purebloods with blood-traitor families, the third he didn't know.

Sirius took a moment before knocking on the door and waiting until a voice called for him to come in. With his heart beating a mile a minute, he opened the door and walked in with an easy smile.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked, trying to drop his posh accent and failing.

"Sure!" the boy with round glasses answered, smiling and extending a hand for Sirius to shake, "I'm James Potter, this is Peter Pettigrew, and-"

"I can introduce myself," The third boy said roughly, causing Sirius to turn his attention to the boy with the buzz-cut hair and beat-up shoes. Sirius cocked his head slightly, taking him in; he had dark eyes and wore an old gray shirt with old jeans belted by a shoelace and torn at the knees. The boy stood up and was taller than Sirius by a good few inches but he wouldn't allow this boy to intimidate him so Sirius stood up straighter and pretended to be brave.

"Go on then," He said, trying to give a playful aloof smirk.

"I'm Remus," The boy replied, "Lupin,"

"Black, Sirius Black," Sirius replied extending his hand for Remus to shake.

***

The train came to a stop and Bellatrix was eager to get out of the prefects' meeting, but they didn't see close to conclusion.

By the time they dismissed, everyone else had exited the train, and only four carriages remained for the students to pile into. Bellatrix sat beside Lucius, the only other 6th-year Slytherin prefect, and with the four new Slytherin 5th-year prefects. The head boy and girl were Ravenclaws this year, so technically, Bellatrix was in charge of Slytherin, and she was the quidditch captain.

It was hard for her to believe her parents wanted to take her out of school when she was so good at it.

The ride to the castle felt longer than usual, and the road seemed rougher. Maybe this was all caused by the silence that loomed over their car; the younger students were just too afraid to speak first and Lucius didn't care.

After a few minutes, one of the boys slowly sat up and began a conversation with the boy next to him. They began to discuss how the day had been and about their summer break, Bellatrix just tuned out their conversation.

When they arrived at Hogwarts, Bellatrix had to restrain the urge to run into the great hall. If she missed Sirius' sorting she was going to be pissed.

Thankfully, Bellatrix arrived before the first years were even brought in because their journey on the lake had taken just as long as Bellatrix's return. Dumbledore was introducing a new Defense against the dark arts teacher, some old man who had thinning hair and little round spectacles. Bellatrix quickly spotted Rita sitting beside an empty seat clearly meant for her.

"Hello again," Bellatrix whispered, sitting down beside Rita with a smile,

"Hi," Rita replied, but then they both turned their attention to the front as the new Professor said a few words.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. I am Professor Classen, I am a retired Auror, and I can't wait to get to know each and every one of you." He said, and Bellatrix fought the urge to roll her eyes as he shook slightly lowering himself into his seat. Dumbledore was old but at least he could walk.

Mcgonagal led out the first years and Bellatrix's eyes were glued to Sirius the moment he walked out. She was certain Andromeda and Narcissa were staring at him as well. For some reason Bellatrix was holding her breath, if anyone in their family would be sorted into a house other than Slytherin, it would be Sirius. Ravenclaw would be bearable, but Bellatrix thought he was too dim for that house anyway. Hufflepuff would be pathetic, but Sirius would need to be nicer or something. Gryffindor would be the worst, Walburga would have a visceral reaction and Orion would throw a fit. Yes, of course, that's what it would be.

There were three students before Sirius, but Bellatrix didn't even pay attention. His eyes remained glued to the floor, refusing to meet her accusing eyes.

"Sirius Black!" McGonagall called, Bellatrix thought this was the first time she had paid attention to the sorting since Narcissa's. Sirius glanced back, Bellatrix didn't know what he was looking at, but he smiled and sat on the stool as McGonagall placed the hat over his head.

It felt like an eternity before the hat spoke. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Silence followed as opposed to the usual cheering when a first year was sorted. The people around Bellatrix looked at her, but her gaze remained fixed on Sirius as he stood up awkwardly, unsure what to do. Suddenly someone started clapping, and slowly others joined in until the Gryffindor table was practically in a riot and McGonagall had to call for order. Sirius joined them smiling.

At some point, the feast was served, and Bellatrix had no appetite. When it was over she had one of the 5th-year Prefects lead the students while she went ahead to her room.

She paced around for a few minutes, contemplating what to do. Walburga and Orion would be informed, her parents would want to know, and Regulus as well. Bellatrix sat down and picked up a quill.

Dear Mother and Father,

I send you this owl with the most urgent message that Sirius
has been sorted into Gryffindor and seems content, and
even pleased with the decision. Please instruct me on how I
should proceed.

Your eldest, Bellatrix D. Black

Bellatrix sealed up the letter in an envelope and sent it with Jupiter.

The next letter was more difficult.

Dear Regulus,

That was as far as she got, her quill hovering above the parchment. Maybe Walburga and Orion would tell Regulus and this would just sound as though she were throwing it in his face.

Rita would know what to say.

On queue, Rita came in with Saturn flying behind her and a concerned look on her face. "Are you ok?" She asked, coming to Bellatrix's side, her eyes glanced at the hardly started letter sitting before her.

"I don't know what to say," Bellatrix replied "Maybe I shouldn't say anything at all," she moved as though to toss the paper but Rita stopped her.

"No!" She cried, "You have to send him a letter, let him know he isn't alone, that's what I'd want." Rita said,

"I don't know how to make it sound nice," Bellatrix said, "not the way you can," She looked up, her eyes meeting Rita's. "And I need to borrow your owl to send it,"

Rita smiled, "I'll help you, and yes you can borrow her." She answered, instructing Bellatrix to pick up the quill again.

"I want you to know that nothing that has happened changes my opinion of you. If you ever need anything, write to me. I do not know how much you know, but Sirius has been sorted into Gryffindor."

Bellatrix wrote as Rita continued to dictate the letter.

Bellatrix sent it off and shut her windows tight, she took a breath and then arranged her things to her liking with a few flicks of her wand and muttered incantations. Rita watched as her clothes floated into the wardrobe and her books aligned themselves on the shelf; Bellatrix's effortless magic would never not be impressive to Rita.
The sheets spread over the bed which then made itself in one swift motion like strings were attached to it.

Only once everything was in order did Bellatrix turn back to Rita. "I'm a bit out of it," She admitted, "There's a lot."

"I know," Rita replied with a comforting smile.

Bellatrix returned it, but it was hard when Rita didn't know. She had no clue the half of what Bellatrix was talking about.

***

September 2nd, 1967

At breakfast, Bellatrix saw Sirius sitting with four boys who looked to be his age. He was intentionally avoiding her gaze.

"Stop staring!" Narcissa scolded, pulling Bellatrix back to their table.

Before she could think of a retort a large owl dropped a letter in front of her which she knew was from her parents from her mother's dainty script. She would probably find Jupiter in her room when she returned.

Bellatrix,

Await further instruction, do not engage, keep
Narcissa and Andromeda away to the best of
your abilities.

-Druella Black

It was hurried, she had probably been about to leave when she sent the letter off; possibly heading to Walburga's house.

"What does it say?" Narcissa asked, craning her neck to try and see,

"Wait for another letter, and until then don't engage," Bellatrix replied, she handed the letter to Narcissa to read for herself.

"Are you ok?" Rita asked. Bellatrix was getting sick of the question,

"Yes," Bellatrix snapped, making Rita recoil slightly.

Across the room Sirius received at least five different owls, one was a Howler that made everyone in the great hall cringe, including Bellatrix. Walbuga's shrill voice ran out through the room for a solid five minutes before one of the older Gryffindors sent the paper up in flames effectively silencing it.

Everyone received their new schedules, and Bellatrix dutifully followed her mother's instructions, turning around as though Sirius wasn't even there.

Narcissa had more trouble with their mother's instructions and Bellatrix snapped at her, instructing her to look away multiple times during breakfast. She was clearly in a volatile mood which no one wanted to deal with; every word from her mouth was spoken with hostility and every strike was aimed to kill.

Rita knew it was because Bellatrix was terrified. Sirius had disgraced the family, his actions reflected onto her and her sisters. His blatant disregard for authority paired with the outward rebellion condemned them all. Still, even with the full picture, it was difficult to stand beside someone who seemed determined to push everyone away.

**

Andromeda caught up with Sirius after breakfast, careful that no one saw them slip away.

"Are you ok?" She asked, the concern evident on her face almost moving Sirius to tears. Seeing this, Andromeda wordlessly folded her cousin into a tight hug.

After a few moments, Sirius let go and Andromeda released him from the hug. Looking up, she saw a boy with messy brown hair and circular glasses standing a few feet away doing a poor job of pretending he wasn't paying attention to them.

"Who's that?" Andromeda asked, giving her cousin a slight smile, "Friend of yours?"

"Roomate, James Potter," Sirius said, wiping his eyes with his hand to hide the fact he had been crying. "He's alright,"

"Seems nice," Andromeda offered, and Sirius perked up because anyone who had Andromeda's approval was automatically elevated in his opinion.

"You think?" Sirius asked tentatively,

"I think you should at least give him a shot," Andromeda replied, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

From where James stood, Andromeda looked an awful lot like Bellatrix, even with his glasses on.

"She really looks like her sister," Peter said quietly, James hummed in acknowledgment.

After a few minutes, Andromeda walked away and met with some Hufflepuff boy and Sirius headed towards James and Peter.

"What did she want?" James asked, already ready to defend his new friend if need be.

"She just wanted to make sure I was ok," Sirius replied, "She's actually good, told me I should give you a shot." He said, immediately defending Andromeda.

"Right then," James replied, glancing at Peter. "I'm not sure where Remus has gone..." He looked around for a moment before shrugging and turning back to Sirius.

"Classes don't start until tomorrow," Sirius said with a mischievous grin, "What should we do for today?" He asked, earning a grin from James.

**

"I hate first years," Bellatrix grumbled, sitting down beside Rita for dinner. Beneath the table, Rita reached out and squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture.

"What happened?" Alecto asked with a grin,

"I had to lead the little Slytherins around the school for an hour and answer their questions," Bellatrix replied, with a sigh, "and they were all so loud and obnoxious! I was never like that," She said, making Rita snort and roll her eyes. Bellatrix glared at Rita, "Name one time,"

"Wasn't it first year you threw a fit because I liked Eliza's name idea better than yours?" Rita answered, "And I believe it was a few weeks later that you were screaming and throwing things in the dorm because of something a Professor said."

Bellatrix flushed at the reminder and looked around the table. Alecto and Narcissa were openly snickering while the rest covered their faces, so amused at Rita humbling Bellatrix. Saliva flooded her mouth and Bellatrix bit the inside of her cheek hard, "Wasn't it you who then wrote the article that got that Professor fired?" she snapped, effectively sobering everyone. She turned to Rita and found her mouth set in a grim line while her eyes looked almost misty.

"It's not like you were upset at the time," Rita said stiffly, crossing her arms and leveling Bellatrix with a glare. Their friends were silent, holding their breaths, waiting for the killing blow, wondering who would deliver it this time. It was strange how quickly things could turn from pleasant to seconds away from mutual destruction, but then again, wasn't that the fun part? The risk it gave?

As a response crept up Bellatrix's throat, Alecto stopped them all, "What are you fighting about exactly?" She asked, making them all pause for a moment. Thinking about it, Bellatrix realized they really were just arguing over nothing; maybe she had just been searching for a fight.

Seconds passed and when neither of them answered Alecto just nodded, "Right then. Malfoy will you serve me some peas?"

Lucius looked up stunned for a moment, looking between Alecto and Bellatrix as though waiting for her to say something more.

"Lucius!" Alecto snapped, eager for the conversation to move on.

"Right, sorry," He said, dishing her some peas.

It took a bit more but the conversation got back into the flow; still, no amount of promoting could convince either Bellatrix or Rita to contribute more than a few words and everyone quickly gave up trying to rope them into it.

After dinner, the group walked back to the commons, though Lucius had prefect duty and had to stay behind; Bellatrix never thought she would be wishing she had prefect duty, but now it seemed more appealing than sitting beside Rita for another hour while they both pretended nothing was wrong. It was killing her, she had been with Rita for hardly a day after months of separation and the first thing she did was pick a fight.

Maybe the time had been too much of a strain. That was what Bellatrix wanted to believe, that it would fix itself once they were reaccustomed to being together, but she knew that the cracks ran much deeper than that. The lies had piled up like dry wood just waiting for a spark, the relationship felt like navigating a minefield just waiting for the wrong step.

Physically, they were beside each other as they walked in step to the commons, and then sat beside each other on the couch, but not touching. Bellatrix wasn't even sure why she was mad, but she was and the whole thing pissed her off even more.

After thirty minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. "I'll be back," She announced, standing up suddenly,

"It's thirty till curfew!" Alecto reminded her, but Bellatrix was practically at the door.

Rita sat there awkwardly, wondering if she should go after Bellatrix or not. The spiteful part of her wanted to let Bellatrix run off alone and leave her simmering in her own hate, but the other part of her wanted to follow, to go after her Trix because she did love her and she did believe Bellatrix loved her, in her own way.

Still, Rita knew that she needed to make up her mind now because Bellatrix would disappear into the winding corridors of the castle soon.

A minute passed, and Rita stayed put. Then two, then three, then five, and Bellatrix was long gone.

Bellatrix tried to convince herself she didn't have a destination in mind, but it was no coincidence that she ended up at the divination tower, secretly hoping a certain someone would be there.

Sybill didn't disappoint and was sitting by the window smoking.

"It's like you always know when I'll be here," Bellatrix said, walking over to where the other girl was. Memories of long ago when she came into this very tower to find two girls flood Bellatrix's mind as she takes the spliff from Sybill's hand and sits down.

"Gut feelings are like a bee," Sybill replied cryptically,

"Whatever," Bellatrix replied, as smoke billowed out of her mouth, she had long given up trying to make sense of Sybill's strange similies.

Bellatrix relaxed as the high hit her and Rita floated away with the rest of her problems.

"What goes up always comes down," Sybill muttered, causing Bellatrix a sense of unease, as though she knew more than she let on, and that was always dangerous. Then Sybill rattled off some theories behind divination in that absent-headed way that nullified Bellatrix's previous sentiment.

When curfew had come and gone, neither had made mention of leaving and continued idle conversation for a while until they lapsed into silence.

"So you and Skeeter are fighting?" Sybill asked, causing Bellatrix to visibly tense up. "Want me to backtrack?" She asked, and Bellatrix knew that Sybill would if she asked, but she wasn't sure if she wanted her to.

"Did you see us at supper?" Bellatrix asked, that would account for how she knew they were fighting and why she was in the divination tower tonight of all nights. The thought that Sybill might've expected Bellatrix to seek her out after an argument with Rita rubbed Bellatrix the wrong way.

"I got my food and ate in the astronomy tower with a few friends," Sybill replied casually, not noticing Bellatrix's bristly tone. Still, it was exactly what was needed to melt the tension from Bellatrix.

"You have friends?" Bellatrix questioned, only half mockingly,

"Three, actually," Sybill said, "four if you count yourself-"

"I don't," Bellatrix interjected, though she said it with a slight smile that called into question the verity of that statement.

"I didn't think you would," Sybill retorted. After a moment of silence, she continued, "What happened at dinner?" She asked,

"I don't want to recount it," Bellatrix replied, "but yes, we had an argument. Did you have a gut feeling about that as well?" She asked, looking into Sybill's hazel eyes challengingly.

"No, but you wouldn't be here if there wasn't a problem," Sybill said, and there was no self-pity in her tone, but Bellatrix couldn't help feeling a bit bad imagining it from Sybill's perspective. "Don't pretend I'm not a second choice," She added, noting the expression on Bellatrix's face. "and don't feel bad about it either because it's not like I'm in love with you."

"Then why do it?" Bellatrix asked, allowing a small moment of vulnerability,

"Because it's fun," Sybill shrugged, "it feels good."

The silence stretched for a few minutes until Bellatrix broke it. "Were you ever?" She wondered, allowing conversation of something she never brought up with Rita, love.

Sybill shifted, "I thought I was, but now I don't think I was actually." She laughed, "Does that make sense?" She asked,

"More than anything else you say," Bellatrix replied, causing Sybill to react with surprise,

"What do I say that doesn't make sense?" She asked,

"Oh Merlin, where shall I start?" Bellatrix teased, "Oh! I know! Earlier you said 'gut feelings are like bees,'... what does that even mean?" She asked, dissolving into quiet giggles,

"Like how a bee leads to honey!" Sybill explained, as though it were the most logical thing in the world.

"What?" Bellatrix asked, wondering if the smoke was making her dense or if Sybill was mental; probably a bit of both.

"Gut feelings are like bees, you follow them to honey," Sybill said,

"Who said that?" Bellatrix asked, wondering where the odd phrase had come from.

"I did," Sybill replied, "I rather like it,"

Bellatrix huffed out a laugh and turned to look out of the window, only she would make up her own adage.

The best part about Sybill was that she could divert Bellatrix's attention from anything, and that was exactly what she needed right now because the pressure of everything that demanded her attention was making her a raging bitch looking for a punching bag or boxing match.

"Forget her," Sybill said, "for now," she added when Bellatrix raised her eyebrows at the suggestion. Sybill leaned in, slowly, giving Bellatrix enough time to pull away if she wanted to.

Maybe she didn't want to. Their lips connected and Bellatrix was comforted by their subtle familiarity, here, there was nothing attached. After a moment, Bellatrix stopped but didn't pull away,

"She's my..." She trailed off, searching for the word to describe Rita. Friend? Stranger? Best friend? Enemy? Girlfriend? Lover? It changed on a dime. Then again, what did it matter considering she was already practically married to Rudolphus? "Never mind," Bellatrix dismissed the previous thought and allowed Sybill to pull her into a deeper embrace.

*

It was well past midnight when Bellatrix snuck back to the Slytherin common room, which was empty now, and then into her dorm.

"Lumos," She whispered, igniting enough light for her to get to the bed without hitting anything. The moment she got beneath the covers she was asleep.

Chapter 84: Sixth year, 1967- This is me trying

Chapter Text

September 3rd, 1967

Breakfast was tense considering Bellatrix and Rita were trying to pretend like nothing was wrong because their fights were nuclear and both were at a tipping point waiting for the other to make a move.

Bellatrix made a slight attempt at conversation, but all her replies and inquiries came out as sarcastic or bitter because of her sour mood and eventually, she just shut her mouth until it would be acceptable for her to excuse herself.

"You have to fix that," Alecto muttered once Bellatrix was out of the hall. Rita pursed her lips but didn't reply.

Despite her small defiance, Rita was thinking the same thing, though her pride didn't want her to. Did she want to be right or happy?

*

The day passed and Bellatrix was glad Rita wasn't in any of her classes anymore, she also didn't have potions with Sybill and instead was in the same class as Chloe.

She tried to have Rita out of sight out of mind, it was the only way she could stay sane.

After class, she went to the library for her free and saw Cissa sitting by herself. As Bellatrix started to walk over she caught sight of Rita making towards Cissa.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Bellatrix went parallel to Rita as she approached Narcissa behind the cover of a bookshelf.

"Narcissa, can I talk to you for a moment?" Rita asked, Bellatrix noted the trepidation in her voice, confirming this would be about Bellatrix, and if it was about her, then she had to stop it now and figure out what she would tell Rita the reason was Narcissa didn't remember their relationship.

"What is it?" Narcissa asked, and Bellatrix held her breath, hoping maybe she was wrong,

"Bellatrix-" Rita had hardly gotten the word out when Bellatrix seemed to materialize behind her.

"Hey, Rita can you follow me?" Bellatrix asked, pulling Rita away to another part of the library before she could reply.

"What?" Rita demanded, crossing her arms once Bellatrix stopped and let her arm go.

"I had to obliviate Narcissa to make her forget about that part of us because she was going to tell Regulus and Merlin knows who else," Bellatrix said in a rush, allowing one secret loose.

"You-" Rita stuttered, unsure of what to say, "what else can you do?" Bellatrix hesitated,

"A lot," Bellatrix replied, leaving it up to interpretation and making it clear she wouldn't elaborate further on the subject. Rita had to pick her battles.

"Fine, so you did that, alright..." Rita looked concerned, "is that even legal? Whatever, it doesn't matter, who else knows?"

"No one," Bellatrix replied, her answer seemed to comfort Rita.

"Well, you did it to protect yourself, and me, and us." She reasoned, biting the inside of her cheek. Bellatrix's heart calmed, thinking she was off the hook when Rita continued. "Why didn't you tell me before?" She asked,

The truth was that Bellatrix hadn't planned on telling Rita unless she needed to, but that didn't sound very sympathetic. "I didn't know how," she said, "I don't know how to do this, I'm not very good at relationships." That part was true at least.

Rita scoffed, "You're telling me," it was a cheap shot, but whatever. Bellatrix glanced away, not able to meet Rita's gaze; she didn't like admitting she didn't know how to do things, or that she was bad at them.

The silence stretched for a few minutes until Rita began to shift uncomfortably, "Sorry," She blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm much better." Rita gave her an apologetic smile as Bellatrix's eyes met her's again, and because touch was easier than words, Bellatrix reached out and grasped Rita's hand affectionately.

***

September 7th, 1967

Bellatrix and Rita's relationship seemed mostly back to normal, but Bellatrix still had the weight of her engagement on her back and she was beginning to sweat. Perhaps it would be better to tell her it would end in marriage now, but Bellatrix was worried Rita would do something drastic, or that she'd lose her forever; she didn't know which was worse. Selfishly, Bellatrix wanted whatever kept Rita longest.

*

Sometimes Bellatrix passed Sybill in the halls, but they acted like strangers, and neither reached out.

Bellatrix decided she definitely did not need to mention her most recent Rendez-Vous with Sybill.

In the back of her mind, she was aware that she filtered things for Rita the same way she always had with her parents; that was how she got past the veritasirium. Of course, it was nice not to have consequences...

School was back in full swing after just a week and everyone had at least one assignment per class to complete over the weekend. Teachers were not laying off after OWLs, in fact, they seemed more strict as they prepped the students for their NEWTs. After school, the group met in the common room to do their work in their usual place.

Bellatrix had finished most of her assignments after school the previous days or during a spare moment so she only had one paper to write and all her notes had all the information she needed, and within thirty minutes she had written all 55 inches and was done with her work. Narcissa was in the same position and the two sisters spoke in hushed tones, though Bellatrix muffled them anyway so it didn't really matter.

"Have you seen Sirius?" Narcissa asked, her voice deceptively neutral when her opinion was anything but.

"Of course, but I haven't heard anything from Walburga or our parents so I shall do nothing," Bellatrix replied, she clearly wasn't in the mood to talk about Sirius. He had been a pain in her neck since he was born, and now he was at Hogwarts with her; it almost made her want to drop out and get married.

"Right," Narcissa replied, not bothering to conceal the disappointment in her tone. "And Andromeda?"

"Do you want to be the one to tell mother and father what she's been doing?" Bellatrix asked flatly, wishing Cissa wanted to talk about anything other than their fucked up family.

"It will be worse if they hear it and know we didn't tell them," Narcissa stated, causing Bellatrix to raise an eyebrow,

"Now you sound like me," Bellatrix commented, slightly amused, "and I suppose I sound like you; wanting to ignore the problem."

"I've never known you to do that," Narcissa refuted, "you always seem to face everything bravely."

"I deal with it when it boils over," Bellatrix corrected, grateful she had cast the muffling charm; no one needed to hear this.

"But you solve it in the end," Narcissa argued, unable to see her sister as weak,

"I certainly get rid of the problem," Bellatrix muttered, "one way or another," she added, thinking of how she had Obliviated Narcissa to forget about Rita, and their family to forget about... whatever it was about Andromeda.

The conversation dropped and Bellatrix released the muffling charm.

Rita's eyes drifted to Bellatrix, hoping to catch her gaze to no avail, she was utterly absorbed in whatever she was now helping Alarice with in hushed tones.

She noticed the way Bellatrix leaned over her shoulder, close enough that they were touching as she whispered something in her ear. Suddenly a pang of jealousy flared within Rita and a scowl overtook her face. She knew it was irrational but she couldn't help feeling disdain for Alarice, as though it were her fault.

Rita clenched her jaw and looked away, trying to calm herself, but it had set her off, perhaps she was more conscious of Bellatrix's relationships after learning about Sybill last year.

"You've ruined your quill," Alecto said softly from beside her, ensuring no one else heard.

Rita looked down and sure enough, she had crushed the tip of her quill against her parchment hard enough to bend the metal and rip through the parchment with the blot of dark ink. Rita sighed and put the quill down to grab her wand and repair both items.

Thankfully, no one noticed and she continued writing her notes.

***

September 9th, 1967

Bellatrix's passive-aggressive coldness didn't seem like it would wear off any time soon, so Rita decided to speak to the only person she could. Alecto. Which wasn't ideal considering Alecto was on Bellatrix's side, but she had helped before so it was worth a shot.

Fortunately, they were in the same potions class, but today, Slughorn was absent and there was no time for a substitute so class was canceled so Rita and Alecto were virtually alone in the library.

"I don't know what to do." Rita began, causing Alecto to look at her, "I can't seem to resolve this with Bellatrix and I need help. I thought it was fine, but she's still just as distant."

"Have you apologized?" Alecto asked, not thrilled to be having the conversation, but Rita did need help.

"Of course, but she insists on being a raging bitch for no reason." Rita spat bitterly, crossing her arms as her face flushed red.

"She's under a lot of pressure." Alecto defended, "You've no right to say that because you've always known she was like this. You know she's stubborn and cadgy and abrasive and right now it's worse because as much as she refuses to admit it had any effect on her, Sirius being here is a strain." Clearly, she had no patience for Rita's feelings.

Rita shook her head, "It's more than that, it's different!" She persisted,

"You're looking for something that isn't there," Alecto countered, and Rita fell silent at the note of finality in her tone.

*

Alecto didn't bother knocking when she stormed into Bellatrix's room. Bellatrix immediately shot up, wand in hand ready to deal with whomever the intruder was, thankfully she saw it was Alecto with the curse on the tip of her tongue and stopped herself.

"You have to tell her!" Alecto exclaimed, crossing her arms. Now that Bellatrix was looking, she could see anger in Alecto's expression, something she had previously only seen directed at others.

"What are you talking about?" Bellatrix demanded, mirroring Alecto defensively; she had no right to come into Bellatrix's room and barge in and yell at her.

"You have to tell Rita you're courting Rudolphus," Alecto replied, "she knows something is wrong and she doesn't know what. I covered for you instead of ratting you out, but other people won't."

"I'm going to," Bellatrix placated, but Alecto didn't seem convinced,

"Yeah? When?" She asked, slightly curious to see what Bellatrix would say,

"After my birthday," Bellatrix answered, but Alecto wanted a more precise date.

"What day?" She questioned, knowing she needed a date to hold Bellatrix to for the task to be completed.

Bellatrix paused, looking around the room so she didn't have to meet Alecto's gaze. The worst part was that she was right and they both knew it. "I can't just-"

Alecto cut her off, "Fine, I'll give you a day. October 20th, have it done or I'll tell her." She turned around and walked to the door before stopping and facing Bellatrix once more. "My advice, tell her sooner because she deserves to know, but if you need an incentive it will be a lot worse if she hears it from anyone else." With that, she walked out, leaving Bellatrix to deal with her own problems.

She let out a sigh of exasperation as she collapsed into the chair and tried to continue the Adv. Charms paper.

*

That evening, the group gathered at their usual meeting spot for a few hours. Bellatrix made an effort to sit beside Rita and talk to her, but now she was being cold; the whole thing made Bellatrix want to be just as obtuse, but she knew that would just push her away further and Alecto was shooting her glances reminding her that her actions did have consequences.

Bellatrix had the terrible thought that this would be so much easier with Sybill and felt guilty as soon as it had materialized in her brain.

Fortunately, the boys struck up a game of cards to distract her from her thoughts. Malfoy, Lestrange, and Carrow quickly captured the group's attention as they placed bets and spoke loud enough to be heard across the entire room.

"Any of you ladies care to play?" Rabastian asked, holding a shiny Galleon in his hand and a card in the other.

"Ha! No." Alarice said, giving the cards a distasteful glare.

"No, sorry," Alecto agreed, ignoring the look she earned from Bellatrix and trying to stop the blush from creeping onto her face.

"I thought you loved cards," Bellatrix said slyly, giving Alecto a smirk that earned her a glare.

"Well people change," She replied coyly, throwing a glance at Rita for emphasis. Bellatrix glowered at the implication, though it was really more an observation.

"Whatever," Lucius said dully, waving a hand in the air, "girls are no good at cards anyway."

"I'll play." Bellatrix chimed in, taking it as a challenge. She stood up swiftly and headed to the table to join their game; with a flick of her wand, she summoned her money and sat down ignoring Lucius' glare.

"Fine," He grumbled, lifting his wand to deal the cards, but Bellatrix stopped him.

"No way, someone who isn't playing can do that." She said, not trusting the snake not to cheat.

Lucius scoffed but agreed and they agreed on Chloe to do it.

Rita stood up silently and joined them at the table. Lucius asked in a rather annoyed tone if she wanted to play as well and then condescended that he didn't want to explain all the rules to her all in one breath without giving her the chance to reply.

"I just want to watch, so that wasn't necessary," Rita said once he had finished, her tone was frigid and her gaze seemed to cut him down. Lucius didn't reply which was a win enough.

Bellatrix smiled, reminded of all the reasons she adored Rita.

The game began and betting started at what Rita thought was an exorbitantly high price, though she kept her mouth shut.

Bellatrix won the most games, though Lestrange won quite a few, and Carrow won two. In a twist of irony, Lucius won none and Bellatrix couldn't help but take another dig.

"What was it you said Malfoy?" She taunted with a smile causing their friends to grin. She waited until he began to speak to cut him off. "Of course, you do have some logic. Being 'no good' at cards is weak."

Lucius smiled sarcastically, "Congratulations," he drawled, trying to seem as though he wasn't bothered by her words, but she saw the way his fist clenched. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and the conversation continued on as Amycus put away the cards.

Bellatrix returned to her spot with Rita and sat close enough to be touching but far enough that it wasn't too conspicuous.

Now it was late, and almost all the younger students had gone up to the dorms.

"I'm going to bed," Narcissa announced, she wished everyone a good night and headed toward her dorm. Soon after others followed and Bellatrix realized she was alone with Rita and Alecto, though she realized it a moment too late as Alecto was already making her exist, and Bellatrix found herself in an empty common room with Rita.

She thought of a time when this would've been welcome and longed for those days that seemed so close yet unreachable, like a done dangled before a starving dog, just out of reach as he loses the will to keep lunging for it.

Rita seemed to sense the atmosphere and Bellatrix felt her tense slightly where they were touching. She was waiting for Bellatrix to make a move, letting her decide whether or not they spoke; giving Bellatrix power and control placated her.

Slowly, Bellatrix moved her hand to Rita's hair and began toying with a strand so lovingly that Rita froze, waiting for the blow that didn't come.

"Come to bed?" Bellatrix asked softly, pressing a light kiss to Rita's neck now that they were alone. She felt Rita shiver at the contact and smiled,

"Mhm," Rita nodded, blush creeping up her cheeks as Bellatrix stood up in one fluid motion and pulled Rita with her.

Once they were inside her room, Bellatrix pushed Rita up against the door, kissing her deeply for the first time in what seemed like forever. Had it been last year? Merlin, probably.

Rita's hands found their old place tangled in her lover's long raven locks as they seemed to devour each other, unable to get enough, unable to get close enough.

****

September 10th, 1967

The next morning, Alecto smirked when Rita and Bellatrix entered the dining room talking avidly about something. She had noted Rita's absence from their dorm last night, if it put them in a better mood she was all for it.

Involuntarily Alecto's eyes drifted to Alarice and she quickly looked away, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Internally, she scolded herself for being so affected especially when she was fairly certain Alarice wasn't into girls.

She wondered if other people could see it, or if it was just Bellatrix because it took one to know one; then again, she seemed oblivious to the fact Narcissa followed closely in her footsteps, though Alecto didn't think Narcissa knew that herself either. Merlin, it was like having a second Bellatrix but nice and without Rita.

Obviously, Bellatrix still hadn't told Rita about her courting, but this was at least a step in the right direction. Alecto just hoped no one told Rita between now and the twentieth.

****

September 15th, 1967

Andromeda had finally devised her plan to get her sisters to leave their family with her. She would have to start with Cissa because there was no way to convince Bellatrix without her.

"Explain it to me one more time," Ted said after what Andromeda was certain was her fifth time going over the plan.

"I've explained it all I can!" Andromeda exclaimed,

"It still makes no sense which probably means it isn't a very good plan." He countered, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well I can't do nothing!" Andromeda protested, slamming her hands onto the table, "Everything they did to me they did to Cissa and Bella, I can't leave them Ted."

"It doesn't have to be you." Ted said softly, "Tell Dumbledore, he's the greatest wizard alive! He has to be able to do something." Andromeda glanced away, but Ted softly took her face in his hands and looked deep into her golden-brown eyes. "This doesn't all fall on you; you're just a kid." He gave her a reassuring smile, "Okay?"

"Okay," Andromeda relented, turning to mush at Ted's delicate caress.

"I'll go to Dumbledore with you," He assured, "If you want me to, of course."

"Obviously I want you to come," Andromeda replied, and Ted smiled as though he hadn't been sure she would agree to have him be there.

They began to talk over what they would say when Andromeda realized she didn't know where Dumbledore's office was and she certainly didn't know how to get a meeting with him.

She brought it up, and Ted agreed that he had never heard of a student doing to the headmaster's office unless they had done something extremely horrible or incredible.

"Why don't we just ask Professor McGonagall," Ted suggested, and Andromeda wondered why they hadn't thought of it earlier.

"Right, Monday after Transfiguration?" Andy proposed, and Ted agreed.

***

September 16th, 1967

After Transfiguration, Ted and Andromeda waited until everyone had filed out of the room before approaching McGonagall's desk.

"Mr. Tonks, Andromeda," She smiled pleasantly, "what can I do for you two?"

Ted looked at Andromeda, giving her the queue to begin speaking.

"I wanted to know how to get an audience with Professor Dumbledore," Andromeda said, willing her voice not to shake, still, it felt like a betrayal of her family though she hadn't said anything yet.

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked between the two, trying to read their expressions. "Why?" She asked cautiously,

"I want to know if he can help my sisters," Andromeda replied, trying to appear strong and clear-headed when she felt like anything but.

"I'm not sure if he'd be able to help," McGonagall replied, "tell me the situation, not now because I have another class and I'm sure you too do as well, but we will schedule a meeting." just like that, she dismissed them.

Andromeda stood stunned for a moment. She figured Dumbledore was busy, but it almost seemed like she wasn't allowed to see him. After a moment she composed herself, but all she could feel was anger. She turned to Ted with a cutting glare in her eyes.

"This is why I have to do it myself," Andromeda hissed, storming away before Ted got the chance to reply.

Chapter 85: Sixth year, 1967- You know, in your soul,

Chapter Text

September 17th, 1967

Ted had prepared a whole conversation to have with Andromeda the next time they saw each other, but it ended up being unnecessary.

"I'm sorry I was really upset, I shouldn't have yelled at you," Andromeda said the moment Ted sat down. He was pleasantly surprised and grinned. "You're not upset with me?" She asked,

"No," Ted said immediately, "no, of course not." he paused, looking up the way he did whenever he was thinking, "I just wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to me or not,"

"I always want to talk to you," Andromeda replied, giving his shoulder a slight nudge with her own.

*

After their first class, Ted ventured to ask about the plan. When he mentioned it, Andromeda let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

"We don't have to talk about it," He added at her reaction,

"No, no, it's just that there is no good plan," Andromeda replied, "I've really been thinking about it and there's no way our parents would let all three of us go. Sure, they might disown me, or one of us, but certainly not all of us." She shook her head, "And that would involve both of them willing to disobey them, which they aren't."

"Would they disown two of you?" Ted asked,

Andromeda considered it a moment, "Only if they didn't have another choice,"

"If you're more trouble than you're worth," Ted mused, but Andromeda shook her head,

"That involves them rebelling." She reasoned, and the two lapsed into silence.

When they arrived at Andromeda's next class, Ted gave her a quick kiss and hurried off to his own lesson. No matter how many times she felt his warm lips against hers, she'd always have butterflies at the feeling.

Andromeda continued to think about how to get her sisters to leave with her, and when class ended, she hurried out to meet Ted and their friends for lunch. Since it had been a nice few days, she and her friends had decided to sit outside, and Andromeda loved the sun on her face and the fresh air.

"Hey," Ted said, startling her slightly before chuckling and falling into step with her.

"Hey," Andromeda replied, "I think I'm just going to talk to them, or Cissa at least." She said, not wanting to talk about this with the rest of the group.

Ted nodded slowly, "When?" he questioned, Andromeda shrugged,

"Soon," She answered noncommittally, but Ted knew it would be, once Andromeda set her mind to something she did it, even when it wasn't pleasant; that was one of the things he admired most about her.

"Can I do anything to help?" He asked,

Andromeda sighed and grasped his hand, "I don't think so, just be here."

"Always," He said, intertwining their fingers as they continued to where the rest of their friends were sitting beneath a large tree.

**

Bellatrix checked the quidditch tryout flyer in the common room during her free and began to make the schedule for tryouts based of the number of people. Thankfully only 10 other players were trying out alongside her old team, minus Chloe who wasn't playing this year, so they shouldn't take her more than an hour.

She had been planning to have Sirius on the team next year, but now it seemed to be out of the question. She wondered if his parents would force him to play even for Gryffindor or forbid him to do so because it was Gryffindor. Whatever they told him, he would do the opposite, so it didn't really matter.

It was impossible not to see him, though Bellatrix was worthy of an Oscar for pretending she didn't notice him. He was louder than any Gryffindor first year, which was saying a lot considering his idiot friend with the glasses, (she made a point not to learn their names), made a habit of shouting across the great hall at someone named who never shouted back and therefore didn't warrant Bellatrix's attention.

Everyone knew not to mention him in front of her for their health, but she knew it didn't stop the whispers. Rita was her greatest asset as a constant flow of information on what rumors and gossip were going around the school, and what Bellatrix had mostly tuned out before was now important. Speaking of which, Bellatrix looked at the clock, 13h, Rita would be here soon.

As if on cue, the door to the common room slid up, and Rita stepped through, her face lighting up once she spotted Bellatrix. She quickly hurried over, dropping her bag on the couch casually and giving Bellatrix a quick hug because, no matter how absorbed they were in their own affairs, other Slytherins were around the common room.

"Whatcha doing?" Rita asked, looking at Bellatrix's quidditch notebook.

"Planning tryouts," Bellatrix replied, closing the book, "Utterly boring," she added with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Narcissa's making you do it on your own this year?" Rita teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of her rouge-tinted lips.

Bellatrix scoffed and rolled her eyes, "She can't make me do anything," she muttered, thinking about her promise to Alecto; she comforted herself with the fact she still had a month before she had to tell Rita. Bellatrix had thought about not putting Alecto on the team since she was practically extorting her but she was a good beater, and though Bellatrix loathed to admit it, she was right.

"So, what are you doing?" Bellatrix asked, changing the conversation.

"Talking to you," Rita replied cheekily, earning her another eye roll.

"Do you have something you need to work on, or are you free?" Bellatrix questioned, trying to keep her tone neutral,

"Nope," Rita answered with a smile, 'I'm all yours for the next hour," her smile turning into a slight smirk,

"Fancy a walk?" Bellatrix inquired with a suggestive smile,

"No, but my dorm is free," Rita replied in a low voice, ensuring no one else heard.

"You're sure?" Bellatrix asked. The thought of Alecto, or Chloe, or Alarice walking in was unbearable; she'd certainly have to obliviate them and she might want to obliviate herself.

"Certain," Rita assured.

***

Andromeda had been so caught up in her own things that she had missed Sirius ten times over and completely ignored him when he waved at her on accident. It wasn't until he ducked away when their eyes met that she realized he thought she was mad at him.

She checked her watch, she still had seven minutes and her class was nearby. Andromeda scanned the hallway quickly, making sure her sisters weren't there before calling out.

"Sirius!" Her voice carried and he met her gaze once more, almost nervous, but it seemed to dissipate when he saw her smile. The two cousins closed the distance and quickly fell into conversation as Andromeda explained she hadn't been ignoring him and said she was sorry. They talked about his friends for a few minutes until he had to go because he already had gotten a detention for being late.

Andromeda sighed and gave him a disapproving look that didn't hold much weight considering she wasn't truly upset.

The conversation made her more hopeful. Sirius was like some sort of proof they could change, they could be good.

***

September 20th, 1967

Andromeda had accepted that there was no good way to approach the topic of leaving their family, but she did know Bellatrix would tell their parents because trying to get Cissa out was a step too far and she'd never get the chance to leave herself.

That was one of her rules. No matter what, she got herself out, she owed it to herself first; Bellatrix and Narcissa could survive, though she knew they'd never be happy they would survive, perhaps even be comfortable, but she would suffocate.

Still, if she went to Cissa now, there was a good chance that she would tell Bellatrix immediately. Andromeda needed something covert, an unassuming conversation where she could slip in a few questions or suggestions; if Narcissa got to the conclusion herself it was even better.

"Can I sit?" Andromeda asked, Narcissa looked up and an expression of surprise crossed her face before she nodded. Neither spoke for a few moments and Andromeda was contemplating what to say when Cissa spoke.

"I haven't seen you around much," She said, it was a loaded comment she expected from Bellatrix but without the biting tone.

"I don't like the common room much," Andromeda replied, "It's too dark and cold," she tried to offer her sister a comforting smile and it seemed to thaw Narcissa's frigid gaze and she nodded quietly. When it was clear she didn't have more to say, Andromeda continued, "You could hang out with me sometimes," She offered tentatively, "I hang out with my friends outside by the large tree near the greenhouses or in the Hufflepuff common room if it's cold or wet."

Narcissa sneered, "Are you allowed in there?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Andromeda frowned, at her sister, "I've never been told otherwise," she replied,

"Mother and Father certainly wouldn't allow you to socialize with them," Narcissa added.

Andromeda sighed internally, this was the opposite direction she wanted Narcisa to steer toward, though that may be her fault for leaving Narcissa to Bellatrix's, no, their parents' mold, for the past four years. "Well unless you'd like to write a letter now let's not speak about what they want," Andromeda replied, it was no use dancing around it if Narcissa didn't.

Narcissa reddened and Andromeda waited a beat before continuing, "Well then, think about what you want, not what they want you to want... I'll leave you to think about that." She said, rising from her seat and leaving.

Leaving the dark cold common room was like a breath after being underwater. Merlin, she hated that place, Sirius was the luckiest of them.

***

September 25th, 1967

Bellatrix had almost relaxed now that it had been a few without a letter from anyone instructing her to do something about Sirius which left her to the very simple very easy very convenient ones she originally received because she certainly was not going to remind anyone to tell her to interact with the little brat. If he wanted to be a blood traitor so be it, she always thought Regulus would be a much better heir.

No one seemed to be able to really do anything about it and there was no use bitching about it in Bellatrix's opinion. She was glad to see the constant flow of letters from family had finally ceased, not for Sirius, but because as long as he got a howler every few days it kept people talking about them.

Whatever, she had to focus on running tryouts. Since she technically couldn't choose a co-captain before tryouts, she had to set the whole thing up herself. Bellatrix thought it was a stupid rule considering she already knew the co-captain would be Alecto. She had considered Narcissa, but if she kept underperforming it would be a problem.

Rita had come to watch, though really she was just writing and admiring Bellatrix as she directed drills and intently watched the players. Rita liked it so much better after they made up.

Bellatrix noted that Narcissa seemed to be back to normal and figured the summer had done well for her; she had needed a long break, though socializing wasn't the most relaxing thing, there were more taxing tasks than sitting there and looking pretty. She never had any trouble with the second, there wasn't anything that could possibly make her look ugly; no dress was too unshapely or unfortunate and they seemed to turn into the richest gowns when draped over Narcissa. Their mother would say that youth was wasted on the young, something Bellatrix had yet to fully understand, Druella said she would in time.

Tryouts ended perfectly on schedule and Rita waited around while Bellatrix put everything back in place, then the two began the walk back to the castle.

"So, do you have your team?" Rita asked, turning to look at Bellatrix while they walked.

"Mostly," Bellatrix replied dismissively, "I'd rather not talk about quidditch," she added, not wanting Rita to think she didn't want to talk.

"Thank Merlin because I don't know much about it so I'm no help," Rita said, her smile reassured Bellatrix, and returning it was easy.

"You talk," Bellatrix instructed, "about anything, I'll listen," she said, meeting Rita's green eyes.

"Alright," Rita replied slowly, thinking about what to say. After a moment she began, "I've been thinking about what to put in my next article, and I've heard a lot of gossip around, but the only issue with most of it..." She trailed off,

"It involves me or my family," Bellatrix finished, not needing Rita to explain.

"Involves in the wrong word..." Rita remarked, "More like surrounds," The two were at the doors now and Bellatrix fell quiet, thinking it over as Rita watched her with growing anxiety.

When they had passed the great hall Rita began to speak again. "I just think it could be a really good breakout article, plus I'd have inside knowledge, though I wouldn't say who, but if it's good enough I might be able to get it into the Daily Prophet!" Rita's voice rose in volume as she spoke and her anticipation bubbled over.

"What?" Bellatrix snapped, "No! Are you crazy?!" She looked around and quickly pulled Rita into an empty classroom and shut the door behind them. "No! You are not writing an article about Sirius or anyone else in my family and I will not be giving you information if you do decide to! Merlin, did you not think of the ramifications of that would be? Anything about one of us implicates all of us!" Bellatrix hadn't realized she was yelling until she stopped and took a breath. She looked at Rita whose expression was a mixture of hurt, confusion, and something Bellatrix couldn't quite place.

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of Bellatrix's heightened breathing and then that too ceased. Then Rita spoke, "I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't have suggested it."

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows in surprise, she had expected a fight, possibly had been searching for one without realizing it. She opened her mouth and then closed it, trapping whatever words were about to spill from her mouth. "Right then," She replied tensely, clearing her throat awkwardly.

The two lapsed into silence as they continued the walk to the commons.

*

Later that evening, Rita was contemplating what to do with the article she had written. She wouldn't publish it, of course, but she didn't want to destroy her work, and Bellatrix never said she couldn't keep it, so she slid it under the mountain of paper in her desk drawer.

****

September 28th, 1967

Bellatrix posted the team on the Slytherin common board during her free and then made her way to the library so she could avoid the flock of people.

In the library, she saw Andromeda sitting across from Narcissa and froze for a moment; Andromeda never spoke with her anymore and she had assumed it was the same for Narcissa, but that seemed to have changed.

Narcissa's eyes flickered to Bellatrix, betraying her presence as Andromeda noticed and turned around robbing her of a chance to eavesdrop. Andromeda offered Bellatrix a smile, but she saw right through it and knew whatever she had been talking about was something Bellatrix wouldn't approve of.

Bellatrix stared at Andromeda for a moment before shifting her gaze to Narcissa and beginning to approach them.

"Cissy, Andromeda," Bellatrix greeted before sitting down beside Narcissa in a protective manner. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Andromeda but she said nothing.

"Hello," Andromeda replied stiffly, not meeting her older sister's gaze. She couldn't believe she thought she was strong enough to get either of them out when she was too afraid of her own sister to look her in the eyes. Distantly she wondered what had happened to them, the three had been close once upon a time, and Bellatrix viewed Andy as a friend, not a threat.

"What were you two talking about?" Bellatrix asked, noticing Andromeda's discomfort and playing on it, "The conversation seemed riveting." She added with a smirk.

"I was just letting Narcissa know I'm here if she needs me," Andromeda replied in a quiet voice,

"Lovely," Bellatrix nearly snarled, her patience for her sister had run out and just seeing her was enough of a set-off. Andromeda took that as her cue and quickly gathered her things and left, but not without shooting Narcissa a look that Bellatrix didn't understand. Bellatrix's eyes tracked Andromeda until she was out of sight; only then did she turn to Narcissa in implicit question.

"She got here a few minutes before you so she didn't really say much," Narcissa mumbled, feeling like she was on trial; Bellatrix had that effect, she radiated the opposite of calm and soothing. No one could accuse Bellatrix Black of being soft.

"Then you can tell me exactly what she said," Bellatrix replied, an order, not a request.

"Some stuff about her always being there for me no matter what, and that she understands if I need space and then started talking about how I have choices and there are people who can help if I ask and then you popped up." Narcissa recounted, feeling guilty because she didn't want Andromeda to be in trouble, but she didn't want Bella to freak out the way she tends to when people don't tell her things.

Bellatrix's eyes narrowed, seeing the suggestions Andromeda had been weaseling into Cissa's mind. "And you said?"

"Nothing," Narcissa replied, "She was talking quickly."

Bellatrix nodded, assessing the information before deciding to talk to Andromeda later and privately. "Alright,"

"Alright?" Narcissa asked, and Bellatrix wasn't sure if she was asking for clarification or if she was 'okay', so she just nodded.

***

September 31st, 1967

Andromeda had done a good job evading Bellatrix for a few days, but it couldn't last forever and Bellatrix managed to corner her sister in an empty hall and pull her into an empty classroom.

"What the hell!" Andromeda exclaimed, staring at Bellatrix and rubbing the arm where her sister's nails had dug into flesh.

Bellatrix scowled, "You're using muggle phrases now?" She hissed,

"Oh my god Bella that is such a non-issue!" Andromeda snapped, stunning Bellatrix into silence for a moment. Andromeda had surprised herself by yelling at Bellatrix, and while it had felt good for a moment, she knew it wouldn't be worth it from the murderous glint in her eye. How long had it been there? Andromeda couldn't place an exact date, but that had been when Andromeda knew Bellatrix didn't think of her as a sister anymore.

"How dare you?" Bellatrix demanded, speaking lowly, wand clenched in fist. "You insolent, ungrateful, little blood traitor!" Bellatrix's voice rose to a yell, she didn't bother casting a silencing charm. In a rage, Bellatrix lifted her wand as though to curse her sister, but nothing followed other than the sound of her ragged breath.

Andromeda didn't need to ask, she knew Narcissa had told Bellatrix everything, which meant that Narcissa was just as far into their family's web. She had hardly gotten a chance to get her out, not that it mattered anymore. Tears filled her eyes, and Bellatrix took them for fear, though Andromeda wept out of sorrow, sorrow for who Bellatrix had become, for who Narcissa would be, and for herself, because she couldn't save them, and she knew it.

Bellatrix calmed slightly and lowered her wand. "Be grateful I won't write to mother and father, but don't think I won't if this happens again," Bellatrix threatened before knocking into Andromeda's shoulder as she walked out.

Tears continued to stream down Andromeda's cheeks and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out because if she did she may never stop. She tried to keep her breaths in check, but her mind drifted back to Narcissa and another pang of sorrow loosed a pitiful cry from her lips as she crumpled to the ground like a marionette cut from its strings.

And so she wept.

She wept for pure Narcissa who would become just as twisted as the rest of their god-cursed family. She wept for Regulus, so young, born into hate, and Sirius, so brave and practically brimming with love to give yet unable to show it. She wept for Bellatrix, her sister twisted beyond recognition. And finally, she wept for herself, for the life she could've been born into, the damage she could've evaded.

Eventually, she calmed and her tears were nothing but salt. Andromeda took a deep breath and reminded herself she was no good dead, and she got up, wiped her face, and walked out determined that, from now on, she wouldn't waste any more time trying to force her sisters to be saved.

*

Bellatrix was still wary of Rita. The thought that Rita could write about her family had crossed her mind before, but the fact that she'd ask was a whole other thing. Bellatrix couldn't help but wonder if Rita wanted to write about anything else, she had a wealth of information on Bellatrix, and by proxy, her family. Nothing was stopping Rita besides regard and love for Bellatrix, and no one knew better than her what a fickle thing love was, it had a tendency to slip from her grasp whenever she tightened her grip.

Rita could tell it was still bugging Bellatrix, but there wasn't much she could do to solve it and she felt helpless once again.

Chapter 86: Sixth year, 1967- Fools' gold

Notes:

Sorry for the late update, Tech week is beating my ass and I've had like no motivation to write (:

Chapter Text

October 3rd, 1967

Bellatrix's whistle snapped the team to attention. "Okay, split in half, we'll run a game and then I'll see where we are." She directed, and they complied. Her next whistle was accompanied by the quaffle being tossed up, and the scrimmage began.

Bellatrix's eyes tracked the players on the field as she circled overhead like a hawk.

Narcissa, with her streaming blonde hair, seemed to pass by the other players like mist, slipping through the fingers as though she were nothing more than vapor; Bellatrix watched with a satisfied grin, glad to see her sister returning to her former glory. At this rate, she was on track to be captain when Bellatrix graduated, that was unless their parents pulled her out of school to get married; she wouldn't resist their parents the way Bellatrix had, and she wouldn't bargain for a few more years of school, even if she had a reason to.

Bellatrix's thoughts drifted to Rita and Alecto's looming threat. She had until the twentieth to disclose to Rita she was courting Rudolphus, and that deadline seemed to be rushing at her with full force, as a bull rushes at a red cape, ready to charge and skewer the matador to send him down to Hades' kingdom.

That was all her mind could focus on until the end of practice; the inevitable was her greatest adversary. This wasn't aided when Rita was waiting for Bellatrix outside the locker room with her sparkling green eyes and perfect smile. Now, the article Rita had asked about seemed inconsequential, and Bellatrix was finally ready to forgive Rita; it was better to have the time together in peace and it seemed hypocritical to punish Rita for asking a question when Bellatrix was quite literally promised to be the bride of another.

So, Bellatrix warmly greeted Rita, and nothing needed to be said as she knew she was forgiven. Bellatrix's heart seemed to break a little as a weight seemed to lift off Rita's shoulders; it felt so cruel to relieve one torment just to impose another. The lack of a label did little to quench her guilt since they belonged to each other in every sense of the world. Rita knew things about her no one else did, she had touched her in ways no one else had, not just physically, but in some other way.

Rita and Bellatrix entered the castle and headed toward the library to meet up with Chloe and Alarice. They rounded a corner, and Bellatrix's eyes landed on Andromeda walking with Ted. Andy sensed her sister's gaze and fell silent, dropping her eyes and seeming to cower behind Ted, who noticed a split second after and nobly took her hand in his. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the pair, anger coiling in her chest.

Rita felt the shift in energy and looked between the two sisters, trying to glean what new development had occurred. Whatever it was, Bellatrix hadn't told her about it.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and Andromeda wanted to cringe at each step, as though she were navigating a landmine and one faux pas would blow her sky high.

Bellatrix's eyes tracked the pair like a tiger hunting its prey, and even Ted shrank beneath her gaze, a mistake. Bellatrix saw the weakness at once and pounced.

"Charity Andromeda?" Bellatrix sneered, and then, turning her gaze on Ted, a look of utter disgust washed over her features, as though he were something on her shoe that wouldn't come off. "Mudblood." She hissed, her hand poised on her wand, ready to attack or defend, but the opportunity never came as more students entered the hallway and Andromeda rushed off with Ted.

Rita was silent until they cleared the hallway before she turned to Bellatrix. "What was that?" She asked,

"What?" Bellatrix asked, not looking at her.

"I know you and Andromeda aren't on the best terms-" Rita began,

"You could say that again," Bellatrix scoffed,

"But," Rita continued, ignoring her interruption, "that was downright hostile."

Bellatrix stopped in her tracks, turning to Rita with an incredulous expression. "What, should I be thrilled my sister is hanging around mudbloods?" She demanded, rage rising inside her.

Rita sensed it and sought to quell her temper. "No," She said calmly, "but they hadn't done anything and you were about to curse them,"

Bellatrix let out a disbelieving laugh, " Haven't done anything?" she repeated, "That's a joke."

"But-" Rita began, but Bellatrix shot her a look that shut her up.

"No, I won't have anyone lecture me on my family or their discrepancies," Bellatrix stated, bringing the conversation to a close.

The walk to the library was silent from that point on.

***

October 8th, 1967

With Bellatrix's birthday approaching, Rita was searching for a gift. Since Bella's outburst a few days ago, she had been perfectly sweet; more so than normal, which was strange, but Rita was too scared to ruin it.

Alecto was acting stranger as well, and Rita was almost certain the two knew something she didn't, but pushing the issue would only distance them more. If it weren't for Rita's certainty that Alecto was in love with Alarice, she might've thought the two were sleeping together, but it was a ridiculous idea.

The thoughts of what they might be hiding were persistent in Rita's mind, and she had to actively push them back, which was made difficult by the fact that Alecto was actively accompanying Rita through Hogsmeade as she searched for Trix's gift since Bellatrix was stuck in the castle because of prefect duties.

Rita couldn't help but compare herself to Alecto. She wasn't much taller than Rita, but she was more muscular from being a beater for the past five years. Still, Rita prided herself on the fact that her hair was prettier. Alecto's was straight and a rather dull brown color; not remarkable at all as it fell to her shoulders in uniform length. Her skin was more olive-toned, and it fit with her hazel eyes that were almost brown, not like Rita's vibrant green ones. Alecto was pretty, but plain, and Bellatrix preferred striking and remarkable.

"What are you going to get her?" Alecto asked as the two passed the storefront of some candy shop that neither paid attention to.

"Not sure," Rita replied, deliberately not looking at Alecto. Her eyes drifted around the shops lining the rest of the street: a bookstore, a hat shop, quidditch supplies, and the rest were restaurants and cafes. Alecto noticed Rita's off mood but decided not to comment on it. Whatever it was, she was done being in the middle of it.

***

October 13th, 1967

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Rita whispered, brushing a short curl from Bellatrix's forehead, just to touch her. These were her favorite moments, when Bellatrix let her guard down, in the dim moonlight that shone in through the curtains of her bed; her white shirt unbuttoned to cool down.

"Clearly, you've never looked in a mirror," Bellatrix replied, lips curled in a smile, all walls washed away and torn down. Bllatrix's eyes drifted down Rita's neck, the soft light made the soft sheen of sweat on her skin look dazzling. Rita smiled, and Bellatrix leaned in, pressing her lips to Rita's.

After a moment, Bellatrix pulled away but stayed in reach. With a silent incantation, she summoned her silver box of fags and put one between her lips and lighting it with a snap before inhaling deeply. Rita admired the intricate pictures on the silver as Bellatrix blew a cloud of smoke into the air. Rita's eyes trailed to where the fag was held between Bellatrix's middle and ring fingers and watched Trix bring it to her lips to take another drag.

"It's a nasty habit," Rita said flatly, plucking the fag from Bella's lips to place it between her own, a coy smile on her face. Bellatrix just smirked; she adored Rita's dry wit. Rita tilted her head back and let the smoke tendrils float out for a moment before exhaling fully. Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to card her fingers through Rita's blonde hair.

Bellatrix took the fag back, taking a long inhale, her dark eyes fixed on Rita, pupils blown. "And Happy birthday," Rita said, glancing at the clock, making out the hour hand on the 2.

"Sixteen," Bellatrix said, her mind drifting to her family and Rudolphus. The courting would be official, and everyone would know; maybe not immediately, but soon enough. Suddenly, the deadline to tell Rita seemed more urgent, though she had a week, she wasn't sure the news would be spreading through the school before the twentieth.

Rita marked the furrow in her brow and the way her expression grew distant. "Don't do that," She said softly, trying to pull Bellatrix back to their moment,

"What?" Bellatrix asked, turning her gaze to the embers glowing at the end of the fag.

"Don't get all moody and refuse to tell me anything; don't shut down." She returned, tilting Bellatrix's head up to force her to meet her gaze.

Bellatrix sighed, leaning into Rita's touch, though a worried expression still painted her face. She didn't want to lose this, not yet; it was too good. She didn't want to lose Rita at all, but she didn't really see a way out of it.

"What is it?" Rita asked, begging Bellatrix to talk to her,

"I have to tell you something," Bellatrix muttered, averting her gaze, unable to look Rita in the eyes.

Curiosity filled Rita's chest, though Bellatirx's tone assured it was nothing she was going to like. She waited for Trix to go on.

"I'm sixteen," Bellatrix said, pausing to give Rita a meaningful look, as though she was supposed to know what it meant. Bellatrix noted the confusion on her face and sighed, "I start courting."

"Oh," Rita replied, looking down, trying to find the right words, trying to pretend like her world wasn't shattering with every word. The silence stretched on for a while, and Rita was the one to break it. "So you'll be with someone by Christmas?" Rita asked, still not looking at Bellatrix, sure she would cry if she did. When Bellatrix didn't answer, she looked up and Trix's lips were pursed.

Rita clenched her teeth. "Just spit it out." She said,

"I'm courting Rudolphus Lestrange," Bellatrix whispered, not daring to meet Rita's fiery glare.

"Already!" Rita exclaimed, "Did it go into effect at midnight or something?"

"We began in the summer because my parents wanted to pull me out of school early. This was the compromise, my cooperation in the early courting, and I get to stay at Hogwarts until my NEWTS." She muttered, her stomach dropping with every word she spoke.

"So- so you're dating him? He's three years older! He's 19 for Godricks' sake!" Rita sputtered, feeling hurt and betrayed, not to mention lied to. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She demanded,

"It's not dating, or my choice, purely political, and I didn't tell you because I couldn't avoid it, and I knew you wouldn't have understood that," Bellatrix answered before taking another drag and rubbing her temple.

"I could've helped you, I could've-" Rita began,

"What?" Bellatrix interrupted, "Run away with me? Offered to keep me at your house? It's ridiculous! Did you even think that I don't need help, I have my whole life set out, and it's a secure one, so don't you dare try and tell me I should leave when I'm nearly out of that bloody house." She snapped, defending her family once more.

Rita scowled, opening her mouth, but no words came forth. Bellatrix huffed, "Don't look at me like that. This has always been the plan, I thought you knew that. I've always put my duty first. I thought you knew me."

"I did too," Rita replied, forcing herself to hold in her tears as she got up from the bed and began to gather her uniform.

"Don't do this," Bellatrix commanded, her eyes tracking Rita as she walked around the room, looking for something.

"Do you know where my wand is?" Rita asked, ignoring Bellatrix, sure she would never leave if she did look at her, because Merlin knows she could convince Rita to stay.

"Rita, please,"

"I can't find it," Rita muttered, ignoring her heated face.

Bellatrix slid her long legs out of the bed and walked over to where Rita was and catching her by the arm, pulling her to stand before her. Bellatrix looked into Rita's emerald eyes, moving her other hand to caress her cheek. "Love," She whispered, moving her hand from Rita's arm to her waist, "Stay,"

Rita closed her eyes and felt a tear fall down her cheek, she bit her lip to stop the rest from flowing. Finally, she opened them and met Bellatrix's gaze, and it was almost enough to make her crawl back into bed. Almost, but not quite. Rita took a shaky breath. "And I thought you loved me enough to want to marry me." She whispered in a bitter tone before pulling away and turning her back to Bellatrix.

"Then you're naive," Bellatrix's voice replied, sounding cold once more. Rita finally saw her wand, on top of the dresser, blending in as it was the same color as the wood.

"Do not fault me for loving you," Rita said, quickly grabbing her wand before leaving, not trusting herself to actually make it out the door if she remained a moment longer because, even now, all her heart desired was to run back into Bellatrix's arms and lose herself in her lips.

Now her tears fell in earnest, streaming down her face as she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Chapter 87: Sixth year, 1967- You don't ever say too much

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"Where's Skeeter?" Alecto asked, noticing the gap beside Bellatrix where Rita normally sat.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, "Merlin knows," She sighed, ignoring the pang of longing in her chest. Her reply earned her a curious glance from the table, but she ignored them all and continued to eat. No one dared to push it because everyone knew how touchy she was about anything to do with Rita.

*

Bellatrix walked beside Alecto on the way to Transfiguration, and she was safe from questions while the hall was crowded, but Bellatrix knew the moment they were alone, she would be interrogated.

Sure enough, the two turned a corner into an empty hall, and Alecto spoke. "So you told her?"

Bellatrix pressed her lips into a grim line, "I don't want to speak about this," She replied, hardly moving her lips,

"Wonderful timing, on your birthday," Alecto said dryly, and Bellatrix sensed the eye roll that completed her statement. Bellatrix chose not to reply, and after a few seconds in silence, Alecto began to speak once more. "You know it doesn't have to be this whole thing," She reasoned, "people had questions last time, and they'll have even more now. You're courting, so you aren't with her, but that doesn't mean she can't be a friend."

"I don't believe she has any interest in being my friend," Bellatrix replied solemnly, remembering the state in which Rita had left her room this morning. Thankfully, they arrived at the transfiguration classroom before Alecto had a chance to respond, and Bellatrix hurried in and sat down.

*

After class, Bellatrix passed Sirius in the hall. He had immediately ducked behind his friends and put his head down, but not before Bellatrix saw him.

Coward Bellatrix thought, curling her lip in disgust as he shuffled away until he was out of sight, lost in the flow of students.

Bellatrix continued her way to the Slytherin Common Room since her History lesson had been canceled. Her mind was occupied with thoughts of Rita; though she hadn't wanted to listen to Alecto, she did have a point. People would have questions, and really, there was no reason they couldn't be friends, or at least pretend to be.

"Happy Birthday,"

The voice startled Bellatrix, and she snapped back to attention, noticing Sybill sitting on her bench by the open window with a spliff between her fingers. Her tie was undone and sat around her shoulders in a way that was against the dress code.

"Thank you," Bellatrix said stiffly, walking faster to end the awkward interaction, but Sybill stood and caught up with her.

"So you and Skeeter aren't shagging anymore. What's the story there?" Sybill asked bluntly; a flush crept over Bellatrix's cheeks at her crudeness. Bellatrix stumbled for words for a moment, and Sybill continued, "If I had to guess, I'd say it's because you're courting Rudolphus Lestrange, and she found out and is livid. How close am I?"

"Why ask if you know," Bellatrix sneered, "And I told her, she didn't find out."

Sybill chuckled, "Relax, I'm fucking with ya, though you did tell her at the last possible second, I'm sure it'll be in the prophet tomorrow, and we both know how diligently your girl follows the papers."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bellatrix snapped, defensive, though she couldn't tell whether it was because she was stressed or still felt a need to defend Rita's honor; perhaps a bit of both.

"It means she had the three largest newspapers in the Wizarding World delivered every morning, and she reads each article," Sybill answered, ignoring Bellatrix's volatile mood.

"Look, Trelawney, I'm really not in the mood right now," Bellatrix said, speeding up, but Sybill kept pace with her.

"Trelawney now?" She asked, "Just last year we were on a first-name basis," Sybill said, a coy smile playing on her lips; though it was fun to tease her, Sybill's real goal was getting her back in bed. She had missed Bellatrix more than she thought, and now the opportunity had presented itself to reinsert herself into Black's life.

Bellatrix looked around nervously, not wanting to be seen with Sybill, and led the two into another deserted corridor before turning to face Trelawney. "What are you playing at?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes.

Sybill smirked, "I missed you." She replied, her big hazel eyes staring at Bellatrix, who quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms, waiting for more. "I'll be in the divination tower tonight. Stop by," She shrugged and left, disappearing in the rush of students being let out of class.

Bellatrix just stared at where she had stood, contemplating the offer.

*

Rita called in sick and didn't appear in any of her classes, not able to stop crying long enough to get a word out. It felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath her, like a tsunami had struck from nowhere, wiping out everything in a second.

Her chest ached, as though her heart had actually broken and now the sharp shards were stabbing into her lungs and stomach with every breath.

***

Bellatrix watched the clock strike 23, and with a sigh, she rose from the bed she had been unable to fall asleep in. Her feet seemed to guide her as she silently slid down the corridors of the castle, making her way to the divination tower.

Before she knew it, she was ascending the spiral stone staircase and opening the door to the divination tower.

Sybill sat by the window with her back to Bellatrix. "I knew you'd come," She said, not turning around, but Bellatrix could hear the smile in her voice.

"Don't flatter yourself, I mostly came for the spliff." Bellatrix deadpanned, but her eyes drifted over Sybill in a way that suggested she wanted more.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Sybill replied, extending her hand to Bellatrix as she sat down in the space beside Sybill. Her dirty blonde hair was brushed out and frizzy, held back by a patterned bandana, and she wore about five bracelets on each wrist and a ring on each finger. Her eccentricity drew Bellatrix in as much as it pushed her out.

Bellatrix could feel Trelawney's heavy gaze lingering and it was hard to tell whether the fluttering in her chest was from the weed or the weight of her regard. Bellatrix let our the smoke in a long exhale, letting the smoke curl out of her mouth as the feeling washed over her body, forcing her brain to slow down so her heart could rest.

"You look stressed," Sybill observed, cocking her head to one side,

Bellatrix rubbed her temples and let out another sigh before taking another drag and holding the smoke in her lungs until it started to burn. Sybill's big doe-eyes remained locked on Bellatrix. Her glasses magnified them about a hundred times. Sybill reached out and plucked the joint from Bellatrix's fingers, holding eye-contact as she inhaled deeply before leaning forward and blowing the smoke into Bellatrix's mouth.

As Sybill began to pull away, Bellatrix's hands cupped her face and pulled her into a bruising kiss, needing to get the taste of Rita out of her mouth. Sybill's lips were almost feverish against her own and she tasted like weed and something else she couldn't put a finger on.

Before long, Bellatrix slipped her hands beneath Sybill's top, craving the physical relief.

***

October 14th, 1967 (2 am)

Rita woke with tears streaks on her face to find Alecto pulling back the curtain around her bed.

Before she could object, Alecto climbed onto the bed and pulled the curtain back into place, plunging the two of them into darkness.

"You knew this would happen," Alecto said quietly, "If you thought it would be different, you were a fool."

"You knew?" Rita asked, and Alecto could hear she had been crying. When Alecto didn't reply, Rita sighed, "I thought you were my friend." She was more tired than betrayed.

"You know I'm Bellatrix's friend first. Don't pretend you've been blindsighted," Alecto said, frankly she had no sympathy for Rita considering she had willingly chosen to screw around with Bellatrix Black and didn't like the consequences.

"Maybe I was," Rita shot back in a bitter tone. "Maybe I loved her enough to be fooled. I'd think if anyone you would understand."

Alecto recoiled slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I see the way you and Alarice interact, the way you look at her." Rita chastised, "Don't pretend to be so much better when you're doing the same thing."

"Does anyone else-" Alecto began to ask,

"No, except Bellatrix." Rita replied, and she heard Alecto let out a relieved breath.

"It's different," She said after a moment. Her eyes were finally adjusting to the pitch black, and now she could see Rita's face. Her eyes were red from crying, and her face was splotchy.

"How?" Rita demanded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Nothing is happening, and nothing will happen because I know how it ends," Alecto replied, and Rita could hear the pain in her voice.

"Maybe it's better to have had her, even for a little." Rita mused, looking up as a tightness formed in her chest and tears threatened to spill.

"Maybe," Alecto replied, "But I know it's better to still have her around." Rita stayed silent, knowing that if she spoke, she would cry, and Alecto continued. "You don't have to, but it's in your best interest to stay close with her, as a friend."

Rita scoffed, "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious." Alecto replied, "She opens doors. You don't need to be as close, and it will be weird, but your best option is to pretend nothing happened because there is no good excuse for what did happen."

Rita stayed in quiet contemplation, turning Alecto's words over in her head, and as much as she hated it, there was truth in it.

Alecto huffed, "Just think about it, I think you'll find I'm right, and I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow if you're smart." With that, she left Rita to stare into the dark.

*

Rita did show up to breakfast the next morning, and lunch, and dinner, though she sat as far from Bellatrix as possible and neither said a word to the other.

***

October 15th, 1967

"Make up with your little girlfriend, did you?" Sybill asked when she heard the door to the divination tower creak open, announcing Bellatrix's presence.

"She's choosing to pretend nothing happened, which suits me just fine," Bellatrix replied coldly, her gaze piercing Sybill, who just chuckled.

"I guess if everything was perfect, you wouldn't be here," She said, passing Bellatrix the spliff.

She took a deep inhale and closed her eyes. "Just stop speaking," Bellatrix said sharply.

"Make me," Sybill replied cheekily, giving Bellatrix a suggestive grin as the brunette leaned in, pressing her lips to Sybill's in a bruising kiss.

**

October 16th, 1967

Bellatrix's heart jumped as Walburga's owl flew towards the Slytherin table and landed before her. The great brown owl cocked it's head and blinked at Bellatrix with it's big yellow eyes before dropping a scroll and flying off.

Bellatrix opened the letter eagerly.


*Dear Bellatrix Black,

No one must know about this correspondence, but you must bring Sirius back into the folds
of the family. He must learn to be heir, as he will inherit everything. He must accept his duty,
no matter his house. I know you understand the necessity of this and the gravity of the situation.
Sincerely, W.B.

Bellatrix sighed as she read the letter. She should've known better than to think she'd be off the hook regarding Sirius. Of course, the family wanted their heir back.

Her eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table where Sirius sat with three other boys. Bellatrix recognized the one with glasses as the Potter's son, the other was Pettigrew, according to Narcissa, his name was Peter, and the third was some halfblood who was tall and gangly with silver jagged scars covering him. Sirius must've felt her glare because his eyes darted up and met Bellatrix's for a split second before paling and turning away.

Rita tried not to look at Bellatrix, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious about what was in that letter that made Bellatrix give Sirius such an icy glare.

*

After breakfast, Bellatrix pulled Narcissa aside, ignoring the part of the letter where her aunt had instructed her not to tell anyone. She needed Cissa's help, and it was nearly impossible for her to remain civil with Sirius, so Narcissa would be a good buffer.

Narcissa frowned as she read over the letter; she finally handed it back to Bellatrix with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Well?" Bellatrix prompted, looking to her youngest sister for guidance.

"What does she expect us to do?" Narcissa asked, her voice betraying her impatience, "Imperio him?" she added snarkily, making Bellatrix snort.

"Merlin, I hope not," Bellatrix replied, drawing a light laugh from both of them; it was less funny when they knew it was an actual possibility, and it faded into uncomfortable silence.

"Let's just invite him to tea or something," Narcissa said, causing Bellatrix to scoff,

"As though he'd ever agree," She drawled, "the little prince is so different and misunderstood. Poor little Sirius, burdened with money and power, what a hard life." Bellatrix hissed as years of resentment came boiling up to the surface.

"Just make him!" Narcissa snapped impatiently, causing Bellatrix to recoil in surprise. "I've got to get to class." She said quickly before hurrying off and leaving Bellatrix alone in the library.

*

It was by chance later that day that Bellatrix happened to catch sight of Sirius and two of his friends in an empty corridor, and as much as she didn't want to invite the little brat to tea, it was a perfect opportunity.

"Sirius!" Her voice rang out, echoing off the arched walls. Sirius slouched down like a beaten dog, almost hiding behind his friends, his gaze firmly fixed on the ground as he began to walk faster, but Bellatrix was ready for this and whipped out her wand. "Sirius Orion Black! Stop this instant or I swear I'll curse you into next month!" Bellatrix shrieked, causing Sirius to freeze in his tracks, slowly turning around to face her.

He stood still, his hair falling into his face, on the tips of his toes as though ready to flee. "Come here," Bellatrix ordered sternly, but Sirius didn't move. The Potter boy looked between the two cousins before stepping forward.

"He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to," He said, and Bellatrix shifted her cold gaze to him, looking him up and down.

"This is a family matter," Bellatrix hissed, "I'll speak with my cousin now, so get lost, or I'll hex the three of you and speak to Sirius alone." She threatened, holding her wand up and taking a step forward. Potter looked like he might do something else stupid, but Sirius stopped him.

"No," He said, "just go."

"You sure, mate?" The Potter boy asked, and Sirius nodded and whispered something Bellatrix didn't catch, but whatever it was got the two boys to leave pretty quickly.

Bellatrix watched as Sirius shuffled to her, "What do you want?" He murmured, continuing to avert his gaze.

"Look at me when I speak to you, first of all." Bellatrix snapped impatiently, "And stand up straight, you're still a Black and as much as you enjoy playing the bloody victim you're still the heir and your house isn't changing that so suck it up!" Her voice had risen to a shout as quickly as Walburga's did, and Sirius cringed before obeying, still not a match for his eldest cousin.

"What do you have to say?" Sirius asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking, though he had to look up at Bellatrix.

"You're invited to tea with Narcissa and I the 26th, in the Slytherin common room," Bellatrix said, folding her hands in front of her gown.

"No Th-" Sirius began, but Bellatrix cut him off.

"It isn't a request." Bellatrix ordered, "You will be there at tea time and you will behave, end of discussion."

"You don't even like me!" Sirius protested, raising his voice enough to stun Bellatrix, but she quickly recovered, pointing the tip of her wand at Sirius' chest and pushing him backwards.

"You're right, I don't like you, none of us do, but it doesn't matter because whatever your mother says goes. We both know that well enough so suck it up and let me do what I need to." Bellatrix snarled, and Sirius couldn't help but think she looked slightly unhinged; still, he was too scared to say anything, and after a few moments, Bellatrix recoiled and dropped her wand before walking away.

***

October 24th, 1967

Rita skipped the first Quidditch game. Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin, she had excuses of work, though she didn't have any more than before, and she had always gone even when she had mountains of things to do.

At meals, she didn't speak, and if Bellatrix's gaze fell on her, she pointedly stared down. Even if she gave to appearance of normalcy, she needed Bellatrix to know she was not ok. Somehow, Bellatrix seemed fine, which just hurt more, considering Rita felt as though everything she loved had been ripped away. She hated Rudolphus, and Bellatrix's parents, and Alecto, and Narcissa, and everyone who knew and didn't tell her, but she couldn't bring herself to hate Bellatrix, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much it was her fault. It was still too easy to love her, even though she tried to make it damn near impossible.

Rita pretended not to see Bellatrix sneaking around the castle, probably off shagging that other girl who didn't care for commitment, didn't care that Bellatrix was courting and that she'd never really leave, that she'd never belong to her or see her as more than a dirty secret.

That morning, the news had finally come out, and the prophet announced that Bellatrix Black and Rudolphus Lestrange were officially courting. The article has said something about how it would be a powerful union of the two pureblood families, as Rita held back tears and resisted the urge to scream to the world that it wasn't true, that Bellatrix didn't give a shit about Rudolphus.

Bellatrix didn't seem any happier with the news, and any congratulations were received with the barest civilities from her until no one said a word of it to her. People spoke behind her back, and Rita always heard what they said.

Rita kept her head down, focused on trying to write, though no words seemed to form in her brain, and the page remained blank besides a splotch of ink where she had pressed the quill down in anticipation before realizing she didn't know where to start. Writing had never felt like such a chore.

Unconsciously, her focus drifted to a conversation happening at a table away between a few girls in their year. For a few moments, they were talking about potions until the conversation lulled, and one of the girls sighed, "Did you all see in the prophet that Bellatrix and Rudolphus are courting?" She asked, and Rita froze, fully tuning into what had become a subject of importance.

"Isn't he like, three years older?" One of the others asked,

"Forget that," The third said, "They are like second cousins or something." She said, her lip twisting into a grimace.

"I feel bad for her." The first girl remarked, "I'm sure it's her family, I bet they have an arranged marriage all planned out, that's the way it is with firstborn."

Rita paled, a million thoughts running through her mind. Flashes of Bellatrix waltzing around the room with Rudolphus at balls and letters from her family that put her in a mood for days all seemed to add up. Except for one thing, Bellatrix would've known if it was an arranged marriage, and surely she would've told Rita. Right? Rita's heart pounded in her chest, and nothing made sense anymore. Bellatrix had known about the courting for longer and hadn't said a word. Why would this change anything?

"I don't." The second girl said, "She's just as screwed up as the whole family, and besides, she's just plain mean and cruel."

Rita tasted blood and realized she had bitten the inside of her cheek too hard. She suppressed the urge to defend Bellatrix as she might have before.

"Maybe, but they made her like that." The first reasoned, "She's just a girl."

"She's old enough to understand." The other argued, and they must've realized the truth of her statement because the conversation stopped after that.

**

Bellatrix chased everything away with alcohol at the victory party. Narcissa was practically babysitting her because Bellatrix refused to let her out of sight, as though she'd remember anything the next morning. Still, Narcissa stayed right beside her sister, just happy to finally be allowed to take part in the victory celebration that Bellatrix had never let her go to.

Rita went straight to bed, not wanting to watch Bellatrix lose herself in liquor as she pretended to be something she wasn't.

Chapter 88: Sixth year, 1967- If the story is over, why am I still writing pages?

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October 26th, 1967

"He's late," Bellatrix said, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner of the common room. It was just her and Cissa in the room with the tea out, waiting for Sirius to make his appearance.

"He'll be here," Narcissa assured, though there was doubt in her voice.

Bellatrix had a wicked headache that her strongest potion couldn't knock out, and the last thing she wanted to do was speak with Sirius. She closed her eyes as even the dark common room was still too bright.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much," Narcissa remarked critically, looking at her eldest sister.

"Maybe I wouldn't drink as much if I didn't have as many problems." Bellatrix shot back bitterly, mind turning to Rita.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Narcissa sprang up to let Sirius in. Bellatrix's eyes tracked Sirius as he timidly entered in his dress robes, averting his gaze and sitting down without a word.

Narcissa glanced between the two cautiously, as though she were standing on a landmine that could blow her sky high with one wrong step. Slowly, she began to pour the tea, leaving Bellatrix to continue glaring at Sirius while the steam from her cup floated into the air. Sirius didn't touch his own tea, and Narcissa awkwardly poured milk and sugar into the cup before stirring it up. The silence was so heavy that she cringed when the metal spoon clinked against the china as the sugar dissolved.

Both cousins seemed to be waiting for the other to say something, sizing each other up. Narcissa would've welcomed the floor to swallow her whole, but unfortunately, it didn't, and Bellatrix finally broke the silence.

"Who are your little friends?" She sneered, a cruel smirk on her face.

"Why? Going to tell my mother?" Sirius shot back, causing Bellatrix to falter, not having expected his retaliation. She glanced at Narcissa, and Sirius noted it, "Cissa didn't tell me, but I know you want to see me about as much as I see you." He said,

"So what?" Bellatrix demanded, trying to regain control of the conversation. "It doesn't change anything."

"Except neither of us wants to do this, so why don't we just not and say we did?" Sirius suggested, shrugging his shoulders in a way that made Bellatrix scowl. She felt her sister's gaze on her, looking to see what she would do, looking to follow her example.

"I may not want to do this, but it's necessary. It's just unfortunate that the task falls to me," Bellatrix replied coldly, finally taking a sip of her tea, more for punctuation than anything. Sirius fell silent, all too aware of the curses Bellatrix was capable of performing.

*

"How was tea with your cousin?" Sybill asked casually, smiling when Bellatrix's head whipped around in shock.

"How did you even know about that?" She demanded, yet sounded too surprised to be commanding.

"Oh, without your little songbird, you don't get the rumors about you..." Sybill replied, relishing in the way Bellatrix tensed at her comment.

"Whatever," Bellatrix said through gritted teeth, ignoring the way her sharp nails dug into her palm. She looked at Sybill, whose bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she stared at the first few open buttons on Bellatrix's blouse.

"Forget about her," Sybill whispered, leaning closer, yet not close enough to touch. She knew well enough that Bellatrix just wanted what she didn't have more than anything else. As she predicted, Bellatrix closed the distance between them, locking into a heated embrace.

**

October 31st, 1967

Bellatrix ignored Halloween; there wasn't much for her to do other than get hammered on witch's brew, which she didn't really fancy doing. Besides, Rita had gone to the party, and Bellatrix didn't want to make her feel like she needed to leave. She was too delicate to upset; she knew too much.

Sybill was probably in the divination tower, so if she really wanted company, she knew where to go, but in all truth, she just wanted to sit alone in the dark. Bellatrix knew why she did what she did, but it didn't make it any less painful. As much as she loathed to admit it, she loved Rita more than she had ever loved anyone, probably more than she ever would, definitely more than she'd ever love her husband-to-be.

Down at the party, Rita was wasted, but instead of pushing her sorrows to the back of her mind, all she thought of was Bellatrix, and all it did was hurt. She had left the party to sit in a bathroom as tears ruined her makeup and clouded her vision, and she was slumped against the far wall, still sobbing, when Alecto found her.

Alecto crinkled her nose. "There you are," she said, closing the door behind her before locking it. She kneeled beside Rita, ducking her head so she could see Rita's eyes. She sighed, "I miss when you got dancing drunk."

"Me too," Rita replied, slurring slightly. Alecto shook her head and stood up to get a wet paper towel for wiping off Rita's runny mascara. Though Alecto wouldn't call them friends, Rita was pretty sure Alecto was the only friend she had, even if she was cold and didn't talk, she cared. There was at least a mutual respect and understanding between the two, though they didn't acknowledge it.

***

November 3rd, 1967

Rita's eyes continued to evade Bellatrix, though no one who didn't know them would've noticed a difference, or possibly just didn't care that much. Rita kept writing. It was her only outlet, the only thing that seemed to comfort her when the cold nights came and fear bubbled up in her chest. Her grandmother used to say that it was good to turn sadness into productivity; Rita tried to tell herself the same thing as she scribbled away.

Bellatrix's name filled pages; everything about her was written down, everything Rita thought, everything she knew, everything she wondered; as though it would bring her back, as though she would spring from the pages any moment, materializing out of ink before kissing Rita and telling her it was all a big mistake, that she wouldn't leave, that she'd stay.

Rita turned her blood, sweat, and tears into ink, and they were the life force of her poems, her stories, her genius. Bellatrix may be the top of her year, but Rita had a way of creating art out of words, of bringing life to the dead, of bringing joy to the sorrow, and showing the shadows in the light.

*

Bellatrix glared across the great hall as Gryffindor students wished Sirius a happy birthday, and her mood only worsened when Walburga's owl dropped a scroll in front of her.


Invite Sirius to birthday tea.
-W

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. The elaborately decorated parchment was excessive for such a short note. She folded it back up and passed it to Narcissa, who was put in charge of actually speaking with Sirius, since Bellatrix had done it last time. Narcissa scowled and passed the note back to Bellatrix to keep.

Bellatrix ran her finger over the parchment idly, trying to focus her mind on Potions instead of family. Today, they were brewing their own Amortensia, which required precision and speed because the potion needed to be completed in the span of an hour, or certain ingredients wouldn't work properly.

*

"Fifth year is impossible!" Andromeda exclaimed, laying her head on the essay she was attempting to complete.

"They are preparing us for OWLS," Ted replied, dutifully scribbling on his own parchment.

"Can't we take a break?" Andromeda asked, her voice slightly whiny, causing Ted to sigh and lay down his quill.

"Want to go to the kitchens and get a snack?" He asked, causing Andromeda to crinkle her nose.

"I'm not really hungry," She replied, biting the inside of her cheek, running her eyes over Ted. "I'd rather just go back to your dorm," Andromeda added, placing a hand on his knee, causing Ted to blush as he tried not to smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Absolutely," Andromeda replied, standing up immediately and reaching out a hand for Ted to take. She smiled harder when his firm hand intertwined with hers and practically pulled him down the Hufflepuff hallway to his prefect dorm.

*

"You cut those wrong," Bellatrix said, glancing at where her partner was chopping up the root. Her tone betrayed her annoyance. Now more than ever, she missed having Sybill as her Potions partner. "You're supposed to slice it thinly."

The girl muttered an apology and began to cut the rest of the way Bellatrix had instructed. After that, Bellatrix had her do the easiest and least important tasks.

An hour later, the potion took the perfect pink color, and Bellatrix immediately turned the heat off. "Don't touch anything," Bellatrix instructed, not trusting the girl not to screw it up. The smoke wafting above it was alluring, promising Bellatrix with what she always craved, information.

"We have to answer the question of what it smells like," The girl said timidly, looking at the parchment Slughorn had given them. Bellatrix immediately double-checked, and sure enough, it was for points.

"Both of us?" Bellatrix asked, not wanting to write down whatever she did smell in case it ever got out.

"Just one, I'll put mine." The girl offered, and Bellatrix's opinion of her heightened slightly.

She took a deep inhale of the smoke wafting off the cauldron and sighed before taking up the quill. As she wrote it down, Bellatrix breathed in the sweet scent. Parchment and citrus, with a hint of the hairspray Rita had begun using at the end of last year. Tears welled in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, looking down to ensure no one saw the moment of vulnerability.

Until now, she had been able to ignore the gash in her heart that Rita had left, but with such bold proof, Bellatrix had no way to deny it any longer. She loved Rita, definitely more than she should; she loved Rita enough for it to hurt, really hurt.

Slughorn was so pleased with their potion that he planned to use it as an example for the regular potions class since they only needed to identify it, not brew it.

*

Narcissa was able to catch Sirius alone to invite him to tea that evening, though he was more belligerent than he dared to be with Bellatrix.

"Just because you lot are miserable gits doesn't mean I have to be!" He called out as Narcissa walked away, already trying to push down her frustration. His taunting forced her to snap, and she whirled around and cast a curse that caused horns to sprout from Sirius' forehead painfully, and he cried out.

"Don't think I don't know just as many terrible hexes as Bellatrix." Narcissa sneered, glaring at her cousin as she walked away, leaving him to go to the hospital wing alone. She was sick and tired of everyone in the family underestimating her for whatever reason, and she was tired of the disrespect. Bellatrix talked down to her as though she were a simpleton or a child, Andromeda thought her niaeve, and Sirius figured he could mouth off just because it was Narcissa. She was just as strong and smart as all of them, if not more.

*

Bellatrix decided to skip her next class when she found Trelawney sitting alone in the library. Since no one was around, she didn't bother with subtlety and just went up to Sybill.

"Fancy a shag?" Sybill asked, looking up at Bellatrix through her glasses.

"Come on," Bellatrix said stiffly, not in the mood to talk. She led Sybill to the Room of Requirement and shut the door behind them immediately. Sybill pulled out a spliff and lit it with a snap before taking a deep inhale and blowing the smoke into Bellatrix's face.

Bellatrix plucked the joint from Sybill and took a quick inhale before crashing her lips into Sybill's. Exhaling the smoke into her mouth as they made out. Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to forget Rita and the love potion, and the sweet smell of citrus and parchment.

*

"I've got to go," Bellatrix said quietly, untangling herself from Sybill with unnatural gentleness.

"Ok," Sybill replied, seemingly indifferent, though she wanted Bellatrix to stay, not that she'd ever ask because Bellatrix wouldn't even entertain the idea.

*

"Happy birthday, Sirius," Narcissa said, trying to sound cheerful in an attempt to lighten the mood. Bellatrix shot her a glare that caused her to sink back into her chair in a timid fashion.

Bellatrix looked Sirius up and down. His hair was longer and fell over his eyes; he seemed to have abandoned all concepts of good posture, manners, and elocution in the span of a few months. Then again, it wasn't as though it was a real shock; the signs Sirius would be a problem had always been there, the only change was that now everyone else knew.

"Who are your friends?" Bellatrix asked, voice dripping with venom as she practically spat out the words. Sirius mumbled the first syllable of Potter before Bellatrix cut him off once more. "I want first names," She corrected, "I want details."

"Why? So you can attack them personally as well?" Sirius retorted, though it lacked chest. He watched Bellatrix's hand shift to hover over her right pocket, where she always kept her wand.

"Careful." She replied in a clear threat, looking slightly manic. Sirius felt as though he stood before his mother.

"James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew," Sirius muttered, "They're my dormmates."

Bellatrix cringed at the low-status accent he had somehow picked up, most likely because he knew it was offensive to the family. Her nails bit into her palm, sure to leave a nasty red mark. "And are they the ones teaching you all of your distasteful behavior?" She demanded, and Sirius paled, still terrified of Bellatrix.

"Bella," Narcissa coaxed, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"I wouldn't be having these critiques if he just did what he's supposed to!" Bellatrix snapped, sounding almost petulant in her bitterness. Not only was spending time with Sirius one of her least favorite things, but a constant reminder that he could do whatever and still be heir, while she did the best, and would only be a guide to get him where the family wanted him to be.

"He's 11!" Narcissa shot back, defending Sirius, which seemed to shock him as much as it did Bellatrix. There was a fire in her eyes that Bellatrix was afraid to push; she didn't really want Narcissa to air out her secrets, especially not to Sirius, who had no sense of family loyalty and a loose tongue. Even Obliviated, Cissa knew enough of her secrets, and she was naive enough to tell Sirius, not understanding he would repeat it and ruin them all. Still, the fire made her proud and stirred competition in Bellatrix. She almost wanted to press Narcissa further, just to see if she was stronger, though it was a bad idea.

Sirius looked between the sisters, sensing something beyond what they were saying, as though they were communicating telepathically, or sending signals with their eyes that no one else could decipher. It wasn't so different from how he felt with Regulus, or how he used to feel. Maybe it was just a survival thing they all had learned while growing up beneath Walburga and Orion and Cygnus and Druella.

He was tempted to provoke Bellatrix by asking about Andromeda, who was a sore spot among the entire family with her disgraces, though only the children knew the full extent of her betrayals. None dared to reveal it to any of the adults out of fear and a sense of responsibility to protect one another; at the core, they would always strive to protect one another from the adults, but Sirius began to wonder when they would need to be protected from each other.

The silent power struggle went on for a few more moments until Narcissa relented, sitting back in her chair and averting her eyes. Bellatrix had won; she always would.
"Sit up straight," Bellatrix commanded, reverting her attention to Sirius, "Stop mumbling when you speak to me, or anyone for that matter, and annunciate your bloody words!" She added, voice rising to a shout towards the end, at the end of her patience.

Sirius still frowned, but he obeyed her despite the shame. Sometimes it was just better to comply and promise himself one day he wouldn't.

***

November 5th, 1967


How can you be fine after everything we lost when our love died?
Did I care for you more than you cared for me?
I thought you'd run back into my arms,
Allow me to keep you safe from harm,
But you and your abominable pride,
The fatal flaw that holds you down,
I scream that I love you,
And you leave,
Sealing my fate,
Burrying our memories,
Marking my grave.

Rita closed her notebook, placing her quill back in its inkwell as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Maybe she had walked out, but it wasn't as though she really had a choice; there was no way she could be Bellatrix's... whatever as she courted Rudolphus. She refused to subject herself to that kind of torture. Hiding in plain sight was one thing when Rita knew that at the end of the day, she would be in Bellatrix's bed was one thing, but being her dirty secret as she prepared to marry was another.

Those girls' words rang in her head. Another conversation she wasn't supposed to have heard. It was difficult for Rita to clear Bellatrix of blame when she did have choices, even if they were difficult ones to make. Her grandmother's words rang in her head, 'If they wanted to, they would.' She felt the truth of it in her bones. Anything Bellatrix Black wanted would be done, she was a force to be reckoned with.

**

Novemeber 7th, 1967

Bellatrix made sure to glance away before Rita saw her staring. It didn't help either of them for Bellatrix's longing gazes to be known; all it would do was complicate things. The smell of the amortensia weighed heavily on her mind, and maybe it was wrong when she would be engaged in a year, married in two, and screwing around with Trelawney, but it was impossible to pretend she wasn't deeply in love with Rita. Somehow, she had crept through Bellatrix's walls of stone and burrowed into her hard heart, resulting in a sprout of new growth amid the dead thorns that were still sharp enough to cut.

Bella's nails scratched her skin in an attempt to distract herself from the memory of what Rita felt like beneath her and the way she would run her feather-light touch over Bellatrix's waist whenever she wanted something.

*

Rita had dropped potions after her OWLs, not needing a NEWT in the subject to become a journalist, but the rest of her friends had kept it, so as Alarice and Chloe quizzed each other, Rita just sat there, listening to them ask and answer questions.

Most of it was boring, but Rita perked up as Chloe pulled out a small heart-shaped bottle with a pink liquid from her robes. "Where did you get that?" Alarice exclaimed, looking at Chloe in astonishment.

"Pocketed a bit of mine when we brewed it in class." She replied, blue eyes glittering mischievously as she uncorked it. "Smell it," She urged, holding the bottle out to Rita, who accepted it tentatively, inspecting the contents before carefully bringing it to her nose and inhaling.

The scent of Bellatrix's fancy perfume, incense, and a French dark chocolate, too bitter for anyone else, made her feel like her face was pressed into Bellatrix's skin in the middle of the night during those quiet hours where they pretended everything was ok.

"It smells like the person you love the most," Chloe said, inviting Rita to share what she smelled.

"I don't smell anything," Rita lied, handing the potion back to Chloe, who frowned and brought it to her own nose.

"It's not the potion then because it smells like Roses and lavender to me," She replied, glancing at Rita with curiosity, but her face didn't betray anything as she stared back impassively, adept at guarding her face.

Rita shrugged, seemingly indifferent. "I suppose I'm not in love with anyone." The lie rolled off her tongue easily, though a lump formed in her lower throat. She couldn't help but wonder what Bellatrix had smelled when she had brewed her own potion.

Chapter 89: Sixth year, 1967- If you'd have stuck around

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November 15th, 1967

"Andromeda!"

Andromeda turned around to find a girl with chin-length brown hair in Gryffindor colors smiling at her and waving. She was confused, but ultimately intrigued as the girl approached her; she seemed friendly enough.

"Hi," Andromeda greeted, smiling awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I remember you," she stammered, embarrassment causing a blush the creep up her cheeks.

"Oh, you wouldn't," Alice replied, still smiling, "I'm in Narcissa's year, but I know you because you're her sister, the less scary one. I was actually a little scared to call you when I saw you because you look so much like Bella-"

"Bellatrix, yeah, I've heard." Andromeda cut her rambling off, slightly sarcastic but still good-naturedly. The girl was nice, even if she said too much sometimes, and Andromeda could tell she wasn't trying to be rude.

"Sorry, I ramble a bit." She said, as though reading Andromeda's mind. "Oh, I'm Alice Fortescue by the way." She said, holding out her hand for Andromeda to shake. Andromeda shook the girl's hand stiffly, not used to the greeting.

"So... What's up?" Andromeda asked, wanting her to get to the point so she could go find Sirius.

"Right, so it's actually about your cousin, Sirius," Alice said, looking to the ground. Andromeda raised her eyebrows in surprise,

"What about him?" She asked, curious as to what Alice would say. She blew out a breath,

"Well, he and his friends are actually planning something for Slytherin. I don't know the details, but it didn't sound good, and Sirius said he didn't have any issues striking Slytherin, and then..." She trailed off, actually at a loss for words,

"And?" Andromeda prodded,

"He said it was all the better if he got his cousins as well," Alice said quickly, as though she needed to spit it out. Andromeda stayed silent for a moment, first questioning the credibility of the girl.

"You said you know me through Cissa? How do you know her?" Andromeda asked, suddenly skeptical.

"Well..." Alice paused, "I don't really know her, but we have some classes together, and I just... notice her." She swallowed, sure to have said the wrong thing again.

Andromeda's gaze softened; she didn't understand exactly what it was Alice had going on, but she understood how it felt. "Right..." She said, waiting for Alice to speak again, but she was too afraid to reveal too much. After a few beats, Andromeda spoke again. "I'll talk to him."

"Just don't tell anyone I told you," Alice said, her previous smile gone, giving Andy a glimpse of the complexity behind her joyful expression; Alice was not normal, but neither was Andromeda.

Andromeda watched her walk away for a moment before going off to find Sirius, expecting him to be in the Gryffindor common room, probably because Bellatrix and everyone else couldn't reach him there. She didn't blame him for it one bit.

She knocked on the portrait, ignoring the Fat Lady's indignant shriek. After a moment, Sirius opened the door, expecting her visit since she tried to come see him whenever it was their free block.

He once told her he suspected Dumbledore had arranged it like that on purpose so he could see her; he practically thought the old man walked on water, though Andromeda questioned his real power, not like he ever helped her. Still, she let him believe it was true, especially since she had no proof to the contrary.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, immediately perking up at the sight of his cousin.

Andromeda's face broke into a smile, and practically all thought that he could be plotting anything went out the door. "Hey, you!" She said, "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Sure!" Sirius agreed, wanting to do anything with Andromeda. The worst thing about school was probably the fact that he didn't get to hang out with Andromeda as much as he thought he would've been able to, but apparently their parents had forbidden them to interact, so they didn't 'rub off on eachother'.

They spoke of classes, and Andromeda asked a lot of questions as they made their way outside into the chilly November afternoon. The leaves had covered the ground, and the wind turned Sirius's ears and nose red with cold, but he didn't complain.

"So, a little birdie told me you and your friends were up to something," Andromeda said, introducing the topic lightly, giving Sirius control of where to take it.

Sirius groaned, "How did you even hear about that? Does anyone else know?"

Andromeda raised her hands playfully, "I'm afraid I cannot reveal my sources, but I will tell you that no one else knows; at least not to my knowledge."

"It's nothing that bad, just a little prank." Sirius justified, "And I definitely won't let it happen to you." He added, noting her arched eyebrow.

"Or Narcissa, or Bellatrix?" Andromeda added, frowning slightly when Sirius looked away, not answering. "Sirius," She chided,

"They deserve it!" He burst out, "You don't know because you aren't there, but it's horrible! I have to have weekly tea with them, and Bellatrix is just mean, and sometimes Narcissa goes along with her!" His voice has risen to a shout, but Andromeda thought he sounded like a petulant child.

"They don't know any better!" Andromeda shot back, "Have some empathy," she added, defending her sisters.

"We all grew up in the same house," Sirius replied sullenly, kicking the ground with his shoe.

"No, I grew up in the same house with them. Maybe it was close to yours, but at the end of the day, none of us really knows what happened behind doors that were closed to us." Andromeda lectured, tired of the cycle of blame when it wasn't their fault.

"Couldn't have been worse than anything that happened to me, or you," Sirius replied, his brows creased in frustration, clearly not wanting to talk about this.

"Maybe, but maybe not, and maybe that's why we're different. One curse can push someone over the edge Siri." Andromeda said, softening her tone and placing a hand on Sirius's upper arm in a comforting gesture, not wanting him to feel like she was disappointed or mad at him.

"Whatever, can we just talk about something else?" He asked, poorly disguising the annoyance in his tone. Andromeda sighed. He was just too young to get it, or too angry.

***

November 17th, 1967

Bellatrix's eyes flickered to Rita at Lunch. Carefully tracing the curve of her neck, trailing her eyes lower, imagining what it would look like if her top buttons were undone. Enthralled in her own fantasy, she didn't realize Rita's gaze on her, aware of Bellatrix's staring.

Rita was still pissed, and hurt, and not willing to concede to her want of Bellatrix. However, she couldn't deny how much she wanted her, possibly even more now that she had smelled the amortensia. Wasn't that just proof? Did Bellatrix smell her in the love potion? The question was on loop in her brain, unanswerable by all but one.

Normally, when their eyes met, they both looked away quickly, but now Bellatrix noticed Rita's notice and met her eyes. They stared at each other with uncomfortable intimacy, a million words striving to escape their sealed lips. Lips to which only the other held the key.

*

The last thing Sybill expected to smell wafting up from her cauldron was the smell of weed and Bellatrix’s perfume. But the amortensia was clearly the same scent, she had smelled nothing but that the night before.

“Are you alright?” Her partner asked, seeing Sybill’s pale expression.

“Yeah,” Sybill replied unconvincingly as she was still in a daze. Had Bellatrix gotten to her that much? Is that what she was feeling? A pit formed in her stomach, she knew Bellatrix wasn’t going to change, and she knew Black was screwed up beyond any measure, yet she still loved her. Suddenly she felt bad for Rita, even not blinded, Bellatrix Black was like a drug.

Sybill wasn’t stupid either. Rita was still in Bellatrix’s circle, and even if she wasn’t, Bellatrix would go back to her the moment she could. If there was anyone Bellatrix loved, it was Rita. Whatever their twisted version of love was.

*

“What are you looking at?” Bellatrix asked sharply, noticing Sybill’s lingering stare.

Sybill cocked her head to the side like some strange bird, “Nothing,” she said softly, still continuing to stare.

Bellatrix blew the smoke into Sybill’s face, yet she didn’t even blink.

"Did you do the amortensia?" Sybill asked, and Bellatrix froze, unsure of how to reply. She didn't want to talk about it, and certainly not with Sybill.

"Yes," Bellatrix replied, trying her hardest to rebuke any conversation.

"What did you smell?" She asked,

"Not your business." Bellatrix shot back icily. Not in the mood, and she certainly didn't have the patience for it.

***

November 20th, 1967

"I do still want her," Rita admitted, and Alecto just sighed, "But I can't go back." She added,

"Then you have your answer," Alecto replied in a monotone voice.

"Alecto, please, just pretend to be on my side for a little!" Rita exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration; Alecto just glared at her. Rita sighed, "I'm in love with her. I smelled her in the amortensia." She admitted, and Alecto's mouth actually dropped.

"You-" She sputtered, trying to find the right words. "You smelled her in the amortensia?" Alecto repeated, not quite believing it.

"Yes," Rita replied, "I'm sure, so don't even ask." She looked away, unable to meet Alecto's eyes.

"Merlin," Alecto muttered, losing herself in thought.

"Does she talk about me at all?" Rita prompted, snapping Alecto back to attention.

"Bella doesn't talk to me anymore." Alecto admitted, "I have no clue what she thinks." There was a note of sadness in her voice. As difficult as Bellatrix was, you couldn't help but love her, because for all her faults, she protected what she loved, and she loved fiercely.

*

Bellatrix knew the moment she saw Sirius enter the great hall for dinner with his friends that they were up to something. Her eyes locked on the four boys, giggling to themselves, and she narrowed her eyes. If Sirius felt her gaze, he ignored it.

Narcissa noticed Bellatrix's murderous gaze and tapped her sister on the arm. "What is it?" She whispered,

"Sirius and his band of blood traitors are plotting something," Bellatrix replied, not taking her eyes off them. Her jaw clenched, staring at the boy with scars as Sirius leaned in to whisper something in his ear, grinning like the devil.

"How do you know?" Narcissa asked, seeing the four boys screwing around.

"I can just tell, ok." Bellatrix snapped, tired of her thoughts being interrupted by Narcissa.

Cissa drew back with a beaten expression. She missed when Bella was never short with her, or angry, now that was all she got. Still, Narcissa would hold onto hope her sister would be normal again.

The second Sirius reached for his wand, Bellatrix stood up, pulling Narcissa back with her, just in time as all the drinks on the tables exploded up like fountains, staining everything it touched in yellow and red. Chaos erupted, as Students began to duck or try and get away from the spray. Bellatrix pulled Narcissa further back just to be safe as she let out a scream of indignation.

Not knowing what spells had been combined to create this, she couldn't stop it, though she managed to get the glasses around her friend to slow to a trickle, though they were already painted. Bellatrix glared at Sirius from across the hall and raised her wand; not caring that she didn't have a clear shot, she fired a pain curse at him that landed right in the middle of his back. Sirius dropped his wand, and all the cups flowing at the Slytherin table stopped as he lurched forward with a cry. Bellatrix smiled, allowing the curse to continue for a few moments more.

She stopped it just as Dumbledore rose, and with a wave of his wrinkled hands, he stopped the magic and then cleaned everything up. Sirius' attention was on Bellatrix, though he knew the spell all too well; it was one of Walburga's, after all. Bellatrix stared back with nothing but hate in her eyes at the little prick who had stolen everything from her.

Dumbledore began speaking, and Narcissa pulled Bellatrix back to their seats, but her eyes never left Sirius.

*

"I have half a mind to send word to Walburga!" Bellatrix shouted. She had pulled Sirius away the moment they had been dismissed from the great hall. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arm, and he squirmed like a little kid in her iron grip.

"Bellatrix!" Andromeda cried, rounding the corner after following her sister's wails. "Please, he's just a child!"

"He knows better! And don't you get involved!" Bellatrix shouted back, now rounding on her sister was a manic expression. "I might just add in a bit about your continued charades with that mudblood. You'll be married and locked up in no time." She threatened,

"Don't call him that," Andromeda replied, crossing her arms and holding her ground.

Bellatrix bared her teeth, "Oh Merlin," She snarled, "You two are just a pair." and Sirius winced as her grip tightened.

Andromeda's gaze shifted to Sirius, "Siri, I told you not to." She said, her voice filled with kindness, but her words just incensed Bellatrix further.

"You knew about this?" She wailed, pointing her wand at Andromeda threateningly.

"It's not her fault!" Sirius shouted, trying to divert Bellatrix's attention. "It was all my idea, I lied to her and told her I wouldn't do it!" He cried, wiping his nose with his free arm.

"Just shut up! Both of you!" Bellatrix screamed, pushing Sirius back with such force that he crashed into the wall and fell down as she stormed away, too mad to even deal with it.

Andromeda rushed to Sirius' side, making sure he wasn't too hurt.

Bellatrix stormed away, wanting to physically hit something. Had they been at home, she would've cursed the two into next week for their insolence.

When she rounded the corner to the Slytherin common room, Sybill was waiting for her outside. Bellatrix glanced around, making sure no one was around to witness them before pushing her up against the wall and kissing her with force. Sybill responded immediately, melting into Bellatrix's hands just as she pulled back with a crazed expression and took off her cloak.

"Put this on, and pull the hood up," Bellatrix ordered, holding it out to Sybill, who obeyed instantly. "Follow me a few steps behind, keep your head low." She said, quickly turning and saying the password before entering.

After a few seconds, she heard the door shut, and Sybill's footsteps followed behind her. Since it was still fairly early, most students were either in their dorms or in the common room, but Bellatrix just walked straight to her dorm.

She thrust the key into the hole, twisting it sharply and pushing the door in quickly, holding it open as Sybill hurried in before practically slamming it shut behind them and locking it with a click.

"Merlin, I'm going to kill the little prick one day," Bellatrix snarled, turning back to Sybill and pushing the cloak off and pulling her in.

***

November 22nd, 1967

Bellatrix decided not to send word after all. As much as she hated her cousin, to bring the adults in just seemed extra cruel. They all had their discrepancies, and Bellatrix hoped that if any of them discovered Rita, they wouldn't tell their parents. She was still human and still a child.

Andromeda went up to her in the library awkwardly, and Bellatrix didn't look up. "Did you write?" She asked timidly,

"Of course I didn't," Bellatrix replied, pretending to continue to study, though tears welled in her eyes. Andromeda thought less of her than Bellatrix had known. When she looked back up, Andy was gone. She blinked the tears out of her eyes and went about studying.

Sirius hung his head lower in the halls, just in case Bellatrix was there. He stayed in the common room most of the time, where she couldn't reach him.

Andromeda continued to see Alice in the hall, and she always greeted her with a smile and a wave that Andromeda was beginning to return. She really was a sweet girl, it was a shame Narcissa wasn't closer to her. Alice seemed eager to be her friend.

Alice smiled and waved at Narcissa as well, though Narcissa never returned the gesture, but Alice never stopped. She was almost entranced by Narcissa, who wouldn't be? But it was more than that, she needed to know her.

Narcissa worried about Bellatrix; she and Rita had been distant, and though she preferred Rita further, it always made Bellatrix unpleasant to be around. She had no one to act good for, no reason to be nice or patient. Still, Narcissa craved her sister's validation and love, after all, their parents had told her to take after Bella's example.

Bellatrix tried not to stare at Rita, tried to pretend her chest wasn't caving in from all the pressure, tried to think Sybill was enough. But it was never enough, only Rita was enough, only Rita was worth a damn.

Rita grieved a version of Bellatrix that she had created, one where she wasn't scared, one where she loved freely. One that could've been.

Sybill wanted more, and suddenly sympathized with Rita more. Bellatrix Black was easier to fall in love with than she appeared, but loving her was harder than hell. She picked everything up like a tornado, uprooting everything in her path and throwing it around, spinning too fast for anyone to follow.

***

November 27th, 1967

"Regulus!" Walburga's voice cut through London's crisp morning fog.

"Here, mother!" Regulus replied, turning back to Walburga's voice as she called him in from the backyard to the table for breakfast. Kreature placed a napkin on his lap as he sat down. "Thank you," He said, turning to the plate the elf had placed in front of him.

"Of course, young master Black," Kreature replied, bowing lowly before moving on.

Regulus buttered his toast as the tea poured itself. He did his best not to get anything on his robes as he ate because Walburga would throw a fit, though he had a million of the same. Her eye was always on him now that the house was completely empty. Hogwarts looked better every year.

"Since Sirius has been sorted into Gryffindor, it is imperative that you make up for this," Walburga said, not wasting a moment to lecture Regulus and slander Sirius in the process. "I'm sure he's disgracing us, even though Bellatrix swears nothing horrid is happening. I don't trust her reports, she wants to protect herself just as much now that her mother is flipping out about Andromeda and wanting her married off as soon as possible."

Regulus stayed silent; it was safer to say nothing whenever his mother went on rants, though he hardly understood half of what she was gossiping about.

"Of course, I'm not sure how Druella can do that to Bellatrix when she was miserable when she had to marry Cygnus after the 5th year," Walburga muttered, "If only I had had a daughter like Bellatrix," She added, more to herself than anything.

"She will take special care of me at school," Regulus said quietly, wanting Walburga to be happy so she'd stop talking.

"I'm sure she will," She replied, sighing and sipping her tea. "Watch her and that blonde girl closely," Walburga added, staring off into the distance, already lost in thought.

Regulus cringed at the mention of her. What was her name? Ronda? Rachel? Robin? Something with an "R". He just remembered being incessantly annoyed by her, or by how much of Bellatrix's attention she took up.

Chapter 90: Sixth year, 1967- It's not like I'm asking to be your wife

Chapter Text

December 1st, 1967

"Happy birthday, Rita!" Alarice exclaimed, and Rita smiled as she sat down with the group.

"Thank you," Rita replied graciously.

Bellatrix's eyes flickered up, accidentally meeting Rita's gaze, yet neither looked away. She wanted the moment to last forever as much as she wanted it to end. Rita's regard was like a flame, dancing up higher and higher, threatening to set her ablaze; ready to burn her to a crisp.

"Happy birthday," Bellatrix said dryly, leaning back from the table slightly, dark eyes still boring into Rita.

"Cheers," Rita replied, her voice lacking its previous vivacity. She looked down, no longer able to take Bellatrix's glare.

*

"You don't need to torture her anymore," Alecto said. She had pulled Bellatrix away after breakfast.

"I didn't do anything," Bellatrix replied, crossing her arms over her chest defensively,

"Don't play stupid," Alecto sneered, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "You know what you're like, and none of this is her fault."

"She was foolish." Bellatrix defended, sniffing slightly as she turned her gaze upwards.

"She was foolish, she was also in love," Alecto responded, sympathy flooding her tone, "You can't fault her for that."

Before Bellatrix had the chance to reply, Alecto slipped off into the students exiting from the great hall. It didn't matter; they both knew Bellatrix knew Alecto was right. People acted foolishly in love; Bellatrix had done her fair share of fooling in the name of love.

*

When Bellatrix entered the common room for her free time, it was empty, except for Rita, who sat in their usual spot, writing away. Her head snapped up the moment Bellatrix entered, and the two locked eyes. Rita flushed slightly, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

"I can go somewhere else." Bellatrix offered, not moving from the entryway. She seemed perfectly composed, though her distracted stare betrayed that her focus was elsewhere.

"No, it's alright," Rita replied, her voice higher than usual. She cleared it, "You can stay."

Bellatrix nodded and wordlessly closed the door behind her as she stepped into the common room. Her black leather bookbag was slung over her shoulder almost casually. The silver crest of the Black family was emblazoned on the front of the Italian leather. Her tie was undone, probably stuffed in her bag somewhere, once she came to an empty corridor, and her white shirt was untucked and slightly unbuttoned.

The common room was cold despite the fire blazing in the hearth. The echo of Bellatrix's shiny black heels reverberated off the cavern-like room as she made her way to the large glass window that showed the Black Lake, where the most comfortable couches and chairs had been assembled and claimed by Bellatrix and her friends. She sat down in the chair opposite, where Rita was scribbling away on the couch.

Rita pretended to ignore Bellatrix, but her writing slowed and was devolving with every sentence she'd need to rewrite when Bellatrix wasn't a meter in front of her.

"I oliviated Narcissa," Bellatrix said, causing Rita to look up at her in shock. Bellatrix smiled at the expression on Rita's face and continued, "She was going to tell Regulus, and Merlin knows who else about us. That's why I stopped you from talking to her that one time, the real reason anyhow." The words rushed out of her almost casually, but nothing Bellatrix Black did could ever be casual.

Rita just continued staring, not sure of what to say. She held onto the green velvet of the couch cushions to steady herself. "Can you undo it?" She asked, trying not to shake.

"Yes, but I won't. She'd just run and tell our parents. But you should know, so you know when she finds out again." Bellatrix replied, twirling her wand in her hand. Suddenly, it looked a lot more like a weapon in her grasp.

"Have you done that before?" Rita asked, swallowing the bile that was creeping up her throat.

"To Cissa? Yes. To other people? Also, yes." Bellatrix replied, motioning with the dark curved wood that she had carved ruins into.

"And to me?" Rita asked, forcing herself to meet Bellatrix's gaze even as tears welled in her big blue eyes.

Only then did Bellatrix realize how much the admission had bothered Rita. The idea hadn't occurred to her before, and while she went a little out of her way to hide the nastiest magic she performed from Rita, she didn't really care if it was revealed. Rita had gotten a pretty good idea a few years ago with that boy Landon. Bellatrix still glared at him in the hallways.

"No, never to you," Bellatrix replied, her regard softening as she dropped her wand, leaning in towards Rita.

"How many others?" Rita asked, praying the number was small, she could live with that so long as Bellatrix kept looking at her like that.

"I-" Bellatrix stuttered, looking away, "I don't know, too many." She finished, and Rita heard the honesty in her voice. That just made it all so much worse, but Rita still didn't walk away.

"Is that the worst thing?" Rita asked, still looking for something to redeem Bellatrix with. Bellatrix looked up, meeting Rita's eyes once more.

"Don't ask me that," She begged, sounding almost ashamed. Bellatrix slid from her seat, dropping to her knees in front of Rita as she stared up into the dark blue of her eyes. "Please, don't ask me what I've done," She pleaded, her voice hardly over a whisper.

Rita's breath caught in her throat as she stared down at Bellatrix, who looked sinful. Her lips were puffy and torn up from the habit of biting them that she hadn't quit, and here she was, on her knees, begging for Rita. The necklace that Rita had given her so long ago seemed to burn the pale skin of Bellatrix's chest, a reminder of what was.

"Ok," Rita whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. Bellatrix leaned in and pressed her lips to Rita's cheek, catching the tear before moving to her mouth. The kiss was hungry and desperate, something they both needed more than anything else. Rita couldn't hear her conscience over the pounding of blood in her ears and the feeling of Bellatrix's hands clawing at her with fervor.

*

Rita watched the embers of Bellatrix's fag fall into the silver ash tray beside her as she blew the smoke up from her place lying on the bed.

Bellatrix swallowed, being the first to break the sweet silence of after. "I'm still..." She waved a hand, "courting," she said, not able to tell Rita the harsh truth that she'd be engaged once the school year ended. It had all happened so fast, a few letters exchanged, though none were of real worth, and then they'd dance, and summer would come, and Rudolphus would be down on one knee.

Rita hadn't really allowed herself to hope that this would change anything in the long run, but it would be lying to say she couldn't help but feel disappointment. "And what do I do?" Rita asked, trying not to sound as bitter as she was.

"Just be with me, the way we always have been. It could never be known, you know that, so just be with me." Bellatrix replied, sounding all too convincing for a life Rita didn't want.

"Until you're sick of me?" Rita asked, pushing Bellatrix's resolve, though absence seemed to have made her heart fonder, and she was resilient.

"I'd never be sick of you," She replied, her dark curly hair hanging around her face, slightly messy, the way only Rita got to see it. 'I'll be sick of my husband.' Bellatrix thought, though she'd never say.

"You'd never have enough." Rita countered, causing Bellatrix to sigh, tired of being denied. She wanted Rita, and she always got what she wanted.

"I'm giving you what I can." She huffed, too stubborn to compromise. "Why does any of it matter if all I want is you. All I love is you." Bellatrix said, and the words hung heavy in the air, sounding more like a threat than a promise. Her breath was caught, hanging by a thread as she waited for Rita's reaction.

"You love me?" Rita asked, no longer defensive. Now she was malleable in Bellatrix's hands once more.

"I do," Bellatrix replied, leaning forward and cupping Rita's jaw in her cold hand with care. "I love you," She repeated softly, pressing a feather-light kiss to Rita's collarbone with deliberate gentleness, because Bellatrix Black was many things, but she was not gentle by nature or nurture.

"I love you," Rita admitted breathily, tears spilling over in earnest as she heard the words she had waited for. She smiled as the salt streamed down her cheeks, and Bellatrix grinned against her pale skin.

****

December 2nd, 1967

"I missed you," Bellatrix said softly, her words hanging in the air like the smoke after blowing out a candle. Her arms were wrapped around Rita, tracing idle spirals and ruins on her skin with the tip of her nail.

"You did?" Rita asked, and Bellatrix smiled at her breathy tone.

"Mhm," Bellatrix replied absently as she gazed into the distance. Rita smiled to herself, blushing at the comment and grateful they couldn't see each other's faces because Bellatrix would've definitely mocked her for it.

*

Bellatrix handed Rita the tie she had pulled off hours ago, allowing her fingers to brush Rita's as she took it.

Once Rita had tied it, she sighed and transformed into her beetle form before landing in Bellatrix's hand, causing her to flinch slightly. Rita was at least the length of her palm, and the full width, including legs. She had a gorgeous chrome green carapace that plated over her wings, and when Bellatrix inspected closer, she discovered pink spots around the eyes in the form of glasses.

Bellatrix smiled and lifted Rita up to sit on her shoulder before she opened the door. Her head swiveled left to right, checking for students who would see them. After a moment, she waved a hand in front of Rita to signal her to change back.

"You have pink spots in the shape of glasses on your face when you're a beetle," Bellatrix pointed out, a slight smirk tugging at her mouth.

"Whatever," Rita replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm still mad at you," she replied, though a smile was painted across her face.

Bellatrix scoffed, "Clearly not that mad," She retorted cockily, grinning like a fool as they began to walk into the commons.

Few students were awake, so it was practically empty. Bellatrix sat down in her usual chair, propping her elbow up on the green velvet armrest and resting her head on her hand. Rita's eyes drifted to where her legs were crossed, causing her skirt to bunch up.

"You know, as a prefect you should probably wear your tie." Lucius' voice rang out from behind them, causing Bellatrix to turn her head toward him as he approached. Her eyes tracked his motions as he set his bag down on the table in front of them and practically fell onto the couch.

"Merlin you've got something up your arse this morning Malfoy!" Bellatrix exclaimed gleefully, laughing at him.

"Charming, Bella," Lucius replied, shooting her a glare that earned him a dramatic eyeroll from Bellatrix.

"If you're so worried about it, do something." She replied, the challenge clear in her tone. She was looking for a fight this morning, apparently. Bellatrix leaned forward slightly, holding still like a snake about to strike as she seemed to taunt him with her expression of certainty; she wasn't scared of losing at all because she didn't think he was capable of winning.

Rita glanced between the two of them, faintly amused. She was fairly certain Bellatrix wasn't going to hurt the Malfoy heir beyond repair, at least not with witnesses.

"Whatever," Lucius mumbled, looking away to avoid the confrontation.

Bellatrix sighed, sitting back, almost disappointedly.

*

Sybill caught up to Bellatrix as she was on her way to Quidditch practice. She tried to walk faster as she saw the blonde nearing her as she crossed through the grass, but Sybill caught up anyway.

"At least have the decency to tell me when you're going back to fucking your ex." She spat out, it was the maddest Bellatrix had ever seen her.

"I don't owe you anything." Bellatrix snarled back, glaring at Sybill, matching fire with fire.

"No, but you actually do, because you don't get to just fuck me and then go back to her every couple months!" Sybill shouted, and Bellatrix looked around, worried someone would hear. Sybill scoffed, "Of course, all you're worried about it people finding out you're a bloody faggot."

The words cut through Bellatrix like a knife, more than they should've. "Actually, I'm more worried about people finding out I've associated with you." She fired back, pushing into Sybill's shoulder as she walked on.

"You are such a bitch!" Sybill shouted, following Bellatrix, who refused to turn around or stop. Tears threatened to form which just pissed Sybill off more because she didn't want to care. "Would you just fucking look at me!" She screamed, her voice piercing Bellatrix's ears, yet she continued walking. Filled to the brim with anger, Sybill hurried after Bellatrix and grabbed her arm, yanking her around so they were face to face.

Sybill looked into Bellatrix's dark eyes, feeling the anger in her chest unravel. Bellatrix didn't look angry, despite all the taunting Sybill had done trying to get a reaction; she just looked annoyed. Her vision flooded as she realized the extent of Bellatrix's indifference; she had seen this ending and still followed the path.

"Don't do this to me," Bellatrix said finally, "Don't go back and change our agreement that we didn't owe each other anything." There was a slight edge to her voice that Sybill had to urge to press.

"But things have changed." Sybill protested, not because she thought she could convince Bellatrix, but because she wanted to know more.

"I haven't." Bellatrix snapped, giving her a cutting glare. "My plans haven't, and I've always been clear they wouldn't, and I'm tired of anyone thinking they can change it!" By the end of her rant, she was yelling.

Sybill recoiled, her grip on Bellatrix slackening slightly. Bellatrix didn't take a second before pulling free and turning away, leaving Sybill.

*

"Did you shag her?" Alecto demanded the moment Bellatrix entered the locker room, so it must've been empty.

"Excuse me?" Bellatrix retorted, sounding offended by the question, but Alecto just continued to glare at her.

"Don't play stupid," Alecto sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "Are you trying to break her?" She asked, indignation dripping from her tone.

"Oh, please, it would take a lot more to break Rita." Bellatrix shot back, feigning boredom to escape suspicion. Unfortunately, Alecto knew this trick all too well.

"Would you stop being coy and actually speak with me about this?" Alecto asked, the annoyance clear in her tone; more than Bellatrix would allow from anyone else.

"Would you tell me about you and Alarice?" Bellatrix returned, still trying to shift the attention from herself.

"Sure, if I ever shag her, in the meantime, you can explain yourself," Alecto replied, giving Bellatrix a sickly sweet smile dripping with sarcasm. Bellatrix's nails bit into her palms; Alecto wasn't going to let this go, no matter how much she didn't want to talk about it.

"Why ask when you know I did?" Bellatrix demanded, lowering her voice to a whisper, just in case. She glared at Alecto, radiating as much displeasure as possible.

"Because I hoped you hadn't," Alecto replied, sighing in defeat, though she had already known it was true when Rita had sat next to Bellatrix at breakfast. Alecto rubbed her hand over her face as she let out a tight breath.

"Well, it wasn't as though she didn't want it, so don't condescend to me." Bellatrix retorted, adopting a cold tone.

"You are unbelievable!" Alecto exclaimed in frustration, "It's not fair to her, or Rudolphus, or your family, or yourself! Stop being so dense about this!" Now her voice had risen to a shout that seemed to bounce off the walls.

"Lingua Ligatum!" The spell rolled off Bellatrix's tongue in an instant. She hardly needed her wand for the simple tongue-tying jinx, and Alecto immediately fell silent as she stared at Bellatrix with wide eyes. "Stop it," Bellatrix hissed, glaring back at her friend, "Just stop it!"

At that moment, Bellatrix heard the door swing open, and she immediately cast the counter-jinx, freeing Alecto from her silence as Narcissa entered casually.

***

December 5th, 1967

"The last thing I want to go while snow and ice actively fall from the sky is get on a broom and fly around in that crap," Amycus muttered, his gaze fixed on the window as he mindlessly pushed his eggs around his plate.

"I could substitute you and you don't have to play," Bellatrix snapped, the annoyance clear in her voice as she stared down at her bitter coffee with a sour expression. Beneath the table, she felt Rita's hand touch her knee in a comforting way,

"Relax," Rita whispered, low enough so only Bellatrix could hear, but Bellatrix couldn't relax. For whatever reason, she was strung tight as a wire; everything was inflammatory to her.

"No, it's fine," Amycus stuttered, flushing at the reprimand. Usually, Bellatrix didn't bite without provocation, not with her friends at least, but she looked ready to curse the next person who talked to her.

Just then, a few of the Gryffindor players entered, already in their uniforms for playing. Bellatrix's eyes shifted to them with an expression of distaste on her face. Maybe it was just because Sirius was a Gryffindor, but the whole house seemed much more annoying this year.

One of the boys caught her staring and nudged the kid beside him with a smirk. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the boys, daring them to give her a reason to hex them; she was gunning for a fight, but her reputation preceded her, and the second boy shut down whatever scheme the first had been cooking up. Bellatrix was almost more upset when nothing happened, like the lid of a pot stopping it from boiling over.

Rita watched Bellatrix with a careful expression, though she didn't exactly have a plan for if Bellatrix did decide to do something.

Narcissa tracked her sister similarly, she had for so many years that it seemed more like a habit at this point. Back when they had been younger, Bellatrix used to get into the biggest fights with other children, and she had always tried to mediate without drawing attention to herself.

*

After breakfast, the team headed to the Quidditch pitch to get ready for the match against Gryffindor.

Bellatrix blinked harshly at the roar from the stands as they walked through the doors. "Bloody Gryffindors," Bellatrix muttered, almost certain she could pick out Sirius' obnoxious little voice from every other insufferable lion.

"Please, I've heard you scream louder," Narcissa retorted humerously, though from Bellatrix's icy stare, it was clear she didn't find the comment nearly as amusing.

Bellatrix could hardly see a meter in front of her as the wind swirled frosted snowflakes through the air at such a speed they felt like stinging hexes when they hit her nose. She was starting to regret snapping at Amycus earlier; the light snow didn't seem as harmless now. If only she could just cast a heat spell around her instead of just on her body, then it wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't that she particularly cared about rules, much less following them, and more that it would be entirely obvious as the snow melted around her in mid-air to anyone who was watching her; and there was always someone watching her.

The teams took their positions on the field to take off, and Bellatrix was already scanning the sky for the snitch, though it would be mostly luck in this visibility. At least Narcissa was playing; Bellatrix's prospects were improved, seeing the determined look on her sister's face right as the whistle blew and everyone shot into the air.

Bellatrix immediately began climbing up into the air for a better vantage and also in hope that the wind wasn't as harsh nearer to the clouds.

"And they are off," The commentator said, though she sounded half-asleep to Bellatrix, but that might've just been the distance. Still, there was something about the voice that caused her to lower her broom to where she could see the stand.

Before she saw it, the next words from the commentator's mouth confirmed her identity. "Looks like Bellatrix Black is swooping lower." The absent-minded voice gave Sybill away, but Bellatrix's suspicion was confirmed when she looked down and Sybill was definitely staring up at her through her glasses that seemed to magnify her eyes like a bug.

"I just know there is a spell to fix that," Bellatrix muttered to herself; it always peeved her with wizards didn't use their magic to fix things, yet seemed to come up with 18 different levitating charms that do mildly different things and are never used after the 3rd year. It was almost as bad as watching them dress as muggles, who would want to emulate such an amphibious life?

Bellatrix's ruminations went on as she circled the field, searching for the snitch with no luck.

"Narcissa Black is in possession of the ball, and Fortescue steals it; I always liked Alice, she's sweet." Sybill's voice rang out through the field, and Bellatrix wondered if McGonagall had chosen the commentator as punishment or distraction for Bellatrix. Just as the idea popped into her head, Bellatrix dismissed it; there was no way McGonagall knew anything. It was more likely that Sybill had asked for the position.

"And Alice passes it off to... oh, never mind, Alecto's beater collides with the quaffle, sending it right back to Black. Speaking of which, Bellatrix is circling above, though it seems she hasn't caught sight of the snitch."

Bellatrix tensed as Sybill said her name; she could only hope the girl's sense of self-preservation was enough to keep her mouth shut.

In the stands, Rita sat glowering, all too aware of Sybill and Bellatrix's previous involvement, though she didn't know any specifics. The thought that Bellatrix had run right back into Trelawney's waiting arms after their fight left her fuming, and though she didn't want it to be true, to dismiss it would require her to discredit facts. Jealousy twisted in Rita's gut as she dwelt on the subject.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that whatever they had might not be over, and if she had to share with Rudolphus, she certainly wouldn't allow Sybill to have any part of Bellatrix. Rita immediately resolved to talk about it with Bellatrix that evening.

*

The game went on for nearly three hours before Bellatrix caught the snitch. Slytherin had been behind by 50 points, but it didn't matter, and they won. Of course, there was a victory party, but Bellatrix didn't plan to linger for long.

As students congratulated Lucius and the rest of the team, Bellatrix slipped off to her room, knowing Rita would be following behind.

Sure enough, a moment after her door closed, a knock came, and Bella opened the door to let Rita in. She frowned at the worried expression on Rita's face. Had she changed her mind? Were they over again? Doubt crept into her mind, and for the first time in a while, she was truly scared. She didn't want Rita to leave again.

"What is it?" Bellatrix demanded, broaching the subject first,

"Are you still shagging Trelawney?" Rita asked, the words coming out in a rushed breath. Bellatrix sighed in relief, and her lips quirked up in a smile.

"No." Bellatrix replied, "How could I with you back?" She added, her tone teasing.

"I won't share you any more." Rita declared, folding her arms over her chest and sticking her chin up defiantly. Bellatrix bristled at the reminder of Rudolphus, no matter how vague, but Rita ignored it. It was right for her to be uncomfortable; whatever she felt wasn't a fraction of what Rita had to deal with.

"You don't have to," Bellatrix reassured, stepping forward and bringing a hand up to cup Rita's face. It was almost like electricity was running through where their skin was connected, and Rita's breath hitched in her throat as her heart skipped a beat.

Bellatrix smiled before pressing a kiss to Rita's face. "Ever," She muttered, savoring the feeling of her lips pressed against Rita's rosy cheek.

Chapter 91: Sixth year, 1967- spend my whole life trying to put it into words

Chapter Text

December 10th, 1967

Rita had thrown herself back into writing. It felt like she couldn't stop, as though the words were bursting from her. In a week, she had filled a notebook. She toyed with the idea of submitting a few pieces to be published in the wizarding world, and though chances were slim, she held onto the hope that The Prophet might take at least one of her articles or stories or poems.

As she was reading over a few and making some edits, Bellatrx's approaching footsteps made her look up. Rita smiled, but her face fell as she noticed Bellatrix's glum expression. Before she could ask what was wrong, Bellatrix told her.

"My family has been making Cissa and me do these ridiculous teas with Sirius, as if that's going to fix him." She scoffed, handing Rita the parchment in her hand.

Rita looked at the letter and frowned, "I thought we were going to Hogsmeade," she muttered, seeing the date for the coming Friday.

"I know," Bellatrix sighed, sitting down beside Rita. "I'm sorry, but-"

"Duty to family comes first." Rita finished, trying not to sound spiteful; it never helped anything. "It's alright," She added, hearing her harsh tone.

"I swear, we'll go next time," Bellatrix promised, placing her hand over Rita's as she stared into her bright green eyes. Rita smiled, though it didn't seem sincere.

**

December 12th, 1967

Bellatrix was in an even worse mood for tea, considering it meant canceling plans with Rita, so while she went ahead to Hogsmeade with their friends as planned, Bellatrix paced the common room that had quickly cleared out when it had become apparent there would be a Black family reunion. Narcissa's eyes tracked her, and she stormed back and forth angrily.

Bellatrix pretended she didn't feel Cissa's concerned gaze; no doubt she was worried for Sirius. She'd have to pick a side soon enough.

Narcissa let Sirius in after just one knock, and Bellatrix stopped pacing to stare at him. His Gryffindor tie hung sloppily around his neck, and Bellatrix couldn't decide which aspect peeved her more. Her expression twisted into one of pure disgust as Sirius slouched down in his chair like a petulant child sulking. Just seeing him was enough to put her in a rotten mood.

"Bella," Narcissa's voice called, a note of caution in her voice. "Let's just sit down," She said, trying to make peace.

Bellatrix huffed, but moved to sit down across from Sirius as Narcissa took her place beside the two. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Sirius resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his cousins' menacing glare. Sure, she was terrifying, but he'd already seen the worst, so what did it matter? A faint smile came over his face at the idea that Bellatrix possibly hated him MORE than Walburga, something he had previously thought to be impossible.

"Aunty won't be happy with the company you keep." Bellatrix hissed, the threat clear in her voice. Narcissa shot her a look, but it was too late.

"Then it's a good thing Regulus will be here next year. You and the Bitch can bother him until he decides to drown himself in the Black Lake." Sirius retorted, not looking up from his cup.

"Show some respect, you horrid little brat!" Bellatrix seethed, color flushing her cheeks red. When Sirius didn't reply, she continued to berate him. "Have you any idea the grief and disgrace you bring to your family?" She demanded, "It's bad enough you were sorted into Gryffindor, I'm sure your mother will punish you amply for that."

"Not like I got to choose," Sirius muttered, unable to keep his mouth shut.

"Merlin, I hope they disown you," Bellatrix snarled, hoping her vicious words would hurt him.

"That makes two of us." Sirius shot back, finally meeting her gaze with a defiant expression. Bellatrix's teeth clamped together so hard that he could hear them grinding against each other.

Bellatrix's expression was one of pure fury, "You ungrateful, wasteful, horrid-"

"Yeah, yeah," Sirius interrupted, waving a hand dismissively, "I know, I know," he said, getting up from his chair.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bellatrix demanded, staring at him as he began to walk away.

Sirius turned around with a sigh, "You hate this as much as I do, maybe more, and I'd wager Narcissa isn't in favor of the arrangement either, so why don't we just not and say we did? You and I both know we could have tea every day together, and it wouldn't change a thing."

Bellatrix took in a breath, preparing to yell at him further, but Narcissa stopped her with a hidden nudge of her leg, and Bellatrix turned to meet her sister's eyes.

"He has a point," Narcissa muttered, low enough that Sirius couldn't hear. "Think about it," She urged, wanting to escape the tea parties just as much.

Bellatrix pursed her lips, not wanting to give in to Sirius, yet unable to ignore the truth in his words.

"Do you want to keep doing these?" Narcissa hissed, losing her patience. There was a fire in her blue eyes that made Bellatrix wonder how much of her sweetness was an act. Bella considered for a moment more before returning her cold regard to Sirius, who shifted uncomfortably under her piercing gaze.

"If you ever tell anyone, especially your mother, I will personally skin you and mount your head along with the other house-elves." Bellatrix threatened, but Sirius grinned, knowing he got what he wanted. "Now get out." Bellatrix ordered, "Before I change my mind," she added, but it was an empty threat, and they both knew it.

Sirius scampered off quickly anyway, not wanting to miss a moment of the fun in the Gryffindor common room.

Once he was gone, Bellatrix stood up, and Narcissa followed suit. "Thank you, I don't think I could've handled another tea," Narcissa confessed, sounding relieved.

"I didn't do it for you, but I don't think killing him in a crime of passion would please Aunty," Bellatrix replied, taking out her wand and vanishing the table and china in a moment. "Hogsmeade?" She proposed,

"Actually, I have to finish an essay," Narcissa replied, excusing herself. Bellatrix just shrugged and summoned her cloak since it was snowing.

The walk didn't take too long, and Bellatrix hurried into the little bookshop Rita adored. Sure enough, Bellatrix caught sight of her curled blonde hair down one of the shelves. All throughout the shop, towering dark wood bookcases were filled to the brim with old novels covered in thick coats of dust, and the smell of parchment hung in the stagnant air.

"You know Hogwarts' library probably has all of these," Bellatrix commented, startling Rita for a moment before a smile replaced her surprised expression.

"You came!" Rita exclaimed, beaming with joy as she walked closer to Bella.

"Sirius and I have come to a... mutual agreement that it would benefit everyone to not have tea, and say we did," Bellatrix explained, loathing the idea that she agreed with her cousin on anything.

"That sounds like a good plan," Rita agreed,

*

"Did you see Sirius today?" Ted asked, absentmindedly making corrections to Andromeda's paper. Naturally, he had already finished his essay and was helping Andromeda with hers.

"He has tea with my sisters, but I'm planning to go see him later and make sure he's alright." Andromeda replied, wrinkling her nose, "Poor thing, I'm just glad he's happy in Gryffindor." She added with a sigh,

**

December 15th, 1967

With Christmas break two days away, the school was in a bit of disarray.

Students chattered in the hall, excited about going home; Bellatrix's friends shared where they would be headed over the break, bragging about parties they'd attend or presents their parents had promised them.

For Bellatrix, it was easy to ignore it; hearing the joy didn't affect her anymore, she knew her family was just different, and it didn't bother her the way it did Narcissa and Andromeda. Narcissa longed for the pretty Christmases with presents and children running about, at least three; she pictured herself with her husband by the fire in their grand house, and it was so close she could taste it, yet so many years away.

Andromeda, on the other hand, knew what love was like, and that was what she craved. The happy, joking manner she had with Ted, which he adopted from his family. She couldn't wait until her Christmases would be full of that joy, in the happy house they called home.

More than that, Andromeda didn't want to return home. She wasn't strong in occlumency like Bella, and their parents would certainly see everything with Ted, even if Cissy and Bella didn't tell on her. In the days leading up to break, she was practically attached to Ted, not wanting to leave his loving warmth for a minute. He seemed to cradle her with as much reverence as if she might go away again and never return.

Bellatrix felt a similar trepidation at the prospect of returning home. Most of her worries revolved around Rudolphus; not that she thought he would or could do anything to her, she just loathed the idea of the betrothal since she was just fine on her own. Still, it didn't change the fact that her mother and the family were breathing down her neck about it, which was completely unnecessary because the arrangement had been made before her birth, and nothing would change it now. She just had to grit her teeth and bear it.

Another thing keeping Bellatrix from wanting to return home was Rita. Things were still tense, but less so than before, and Bellatrix had hope. She didn't know if she should run the risk of letters on the off chance her parents read them, but she couldn't have them know. Her occlumency was perfect, so there was no worry there, and Cissa was still obliviated; there was no chance it would be in her mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Rita whispered, her index tracing patterns on Bellatrix's collar bones. Her head rested above Bella's heart, and she could hear the soft beating.

"Going home," Bellatrix admitted in a soft voice, pushing down the urge to cry along with the lump in her throat. Rita seemed to sense the pain through Bellatrix's stony expression, and she wrapped both of her arms around Bella, hugging her tighter.

"I love you," Rita murmured, her lips ghosting over the skin of Bellatrix's shoulder with love. "If that solves anything," She added with a slight smile,

Bellatrix hummed in reply, "It fixes everything," She replied, only partly joking.

***

December 17th, 1967

Bellatrix loathed to spend even fifteen minutes in a prefect meeting as the train left Hogwarts when she could've spent it with Rita. Still, she sat, appearing patient as the head girl and boy droned on.

None of it was interesting, or frankly important, and the whole thing could've been a letter. At a certain point, Bellatrix just quit listening. A few minutes passed until the conversation caught her attention as the subject of next year's head boy and girl came up. Lucius sat up a bit straighter, looking confident.

"That isn't announced until the summer," one of the other prefects said, speaking before anyone else.

"He's right," The head girl said, though she didn't seem to appreciate the interruption. Bellatrix was thankful he wasn't Slytherin.

When the meeting ended, Bellatrix fought the urge to run back to the train car where Rita awaited her.

"Wasn't that just riveting?" Lucius drawled sarcastically, causing Bellatrix to snicker.

"Could have been a letter," Bellatrix replied, glad she wasn't the only one who found it excessive. Lucius laughed in agreement, and Bellatrix thought she might be able to stand him dancing with Narcissa, even if he wasn't half as good.

Once they reached their cars, they parted ways as Lucius joined Amycus, Rabastain, and a couple of other boys. Bellatrix entered the car with Alecto, Rita, Chloe, and Alarice. Her eyes searched the car for Cissa, but she wasn't there.

"Narcissa left a few minutes ago, said she'd be back," Alecto said, answering Bellatrix's unspoken question. Bellatrix nodded wordlessly and sat down beside Rita, their legs touching in a way that would appear casual to anyone who didn't know better.

*

The train seemed to move too fast, and before Bellatrix knew it, they were pulling into the station. Narcissa had joined their car about halfway through the journey, but Bellatrix didn't pay her any mind.

Panic flashed across Bellatrix's face, visible only to Rita, who longed to reach out and comfort her, but knew it wouldn't help.

Everything seemed accelerated as students got up and gathered their things, anxious for the vacation to begin. Bellatrix moved mechanically without thinking, levitating her things.

Andromeda was waiting by the door with a grim expression, Sirius behind her with his head so low his hair hid his face. Bellatrix sighed as she allowed Narcissa to get off the train first before waving Andromeda down right behind her. Andy pushed Sirius in front of her and followed right behind, as though she were guarding him.
Bellatrix didn't pay attention.

She slyly reached a hand back for Rita to grab, and she held onto her warm hand for a moment before breaking free and descending the stairs herself.

Bellatrix caught sight of her family immediately as Narcissa walked toward them with composure. She hesitated for a moment and heard Rita step onto the platform behind her.

"I'll see you in two weeks," Rita whispered as she passed.

Bellatrix pressed her lips together and glided forward after Andromeda. Walburga and Druella's faces were cold, impassive. Cygnus and Orion stood behind them, just as unapproachable. Bellatrix no longer cringed as they didn't scare her anymore; she protected herself.

As she joined them, Druella sucked in a breath, causing Bellatrix to turn to her mother, alert to whatever had displeased her. "You look so much like Cygnus each time you come back," She breathed out, sounding almost remorseful at the fact.

"She looks like my sister," Cygnus replied in a low voice, amusement in his tone as he looked between Walburga and his eldest daughter. "Same expression as well." He added.

His good mood was off-putting, and Bellatrix figured he must be drunk. When the wind blew the scent of alcohol back, her suspicions were confirmed. Walburga turned to Cygnus and Druella abruptly and announced they needed to leave, but promised to join them all for dinner the following evening. Goodbyes were said, and the two families went on their separate ways.

Andromeda felt like her stomach was dropping from beneath her as she got closer to the inevitable interrogation.

Sure enough, as they entered the threshold of the house, Druella spun around, her gaze fixed on Andromeda. "Bellatrix, go with your sister to the drawing room." She ordered, her tone icy.

Bellatrix didn't wait a beat before obeying, grabbing Narcissa by the wrist when she didn't appear to be moving.

Narcissa was silent as Bellatrix led them through the familiar dark halls. She hardly breathed until the doors of the drawing room were firmly shut behind them. Bellatrix noted her sister's fear and wished that she could tell Cissa it would all be okay without having to lie. Narcissa was too delicate for this world; this house drew from her light and beauty like a black hole. It was only a matter of time until she became just as dark.

"Will Andy be ok?" Narcissa asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. Bellatrix continued to pace back and forth, the heels of her boots clicking across the dark wood in rhythm.

"She'll live," Bellatrix muttered, hardly paying attention, too absorbed in her own mind to notice that her words only made Cissy more anxious.

*

Andromeda sat across from her father in silence. His dark eyes bore into her; the same eyes Walburga had, the ones Bella had as well.

"This doesn't need to be difficult," Her father said in a low voice, his expression was almost bored, as though he didn't care to have this conversation.

"Yes, Father," Andromeda agreed, lowering her gaze to stare at her hands.

***

December 18th, 1967

Bellatrix and Narcissa had been sent to their rooms when the sun set by Horrendum, who wasn't able to give them any information on Andromeda.

Bellatrix hadn't slept one wink, too busy worrying about what their parents were doing now, and what they knew. If it had all been alright, Andromeda would've been back in the drawing room with them that evening, but she wasn't.

When the sun finally rose, Bellatrix practically bounded out of bed. She hardly needed to do anything since she had been awake the entire night, but she stalked about anyway, killing time as she combed her hair and dressed.

After what she deemed an acceptable amount of time, Bellatrix exited her room and walked down the long hallway to the grand staircase that would lead into the dining room. She had assumed Narcissa was still in bed, but when she descended the stairs, she found her sister waiting for her at the bottom.

Bellatrix paused at the sight of Cissa, shifting her weight from foot to foot with a nervous expression. "Did you even sleep?" Bellatrix asked, regaining control of herself, and stopping in front of her sister.

Narcissa shook her head, "No, I couldn't." She admitted, though the answer was obvious in the dark circles beneath her pale blue eyes. Bellatrix's face was twisted into a scowl; all the work put into shielding her had come to nothing, and she would suffer just as much.

*

Fortunately, Andromeda was at breakfast, though she was bleary-eyed and her nose was raw as if she had been crying, which was probably the case. Narcissa couldn't help but shoot her with pitying glances, wishing she could comfort her sister.

Bellatrix found it harder to be sorry for her. She considered Andromeda to have brought this upon herself, though she couldn't look at her while she was clearly suffering.

When breakfast was finished, Cygnus cleared his throat, commanding the table's attention. Bellatrix's stomach dropped, dreading what was to come. "Rudolphus and you will have a chaperoned walk around the Lestrange's garden," He said, his gaze locked onto Bellatrix. "Horrendum will accompany you," Cygnus added, and Bellatrix's gaze flickered to the corner where the house elf bowed lowly.

"Yes, Father," Bellatrix replied, willing the anger out of her voice and expression. Cygnus turned his attention to Narcissa.

"Narcissa, the Malfoys will join us for dinner this evening." He said, then turning to Bellatrix, he continued, "You and Andromeda will not be there." He ordered, his tone making it clear he didn't care where they went as long as Bellatrix led them and kept a tight leash on her sister. Bellatrix nodded again, pushing down her disappointment; not only did she loathe to miss out on anything with Narcissa, she didn't want to be tied to Andromeda and responsible for her. It was like being a child all over again.

*

Druella spent nearly three hours fussing over Bellatrix's appearance with Narcissa standing beside her silently, helping when she demanded it and regarding her sister with a pained expression whenever their mother wasn't looking.

By the end of it, Bellatrix's hair was sectioned in half with the top braided around the back of her head in a crown and her long black curls falling down her back in perfect ringlets. A hair comb with dark blue sapphires arranged like flowers was tucked into the base of the braided crown, and the gems matched the navy jewel sewn to the front of the white lace dress that Bellatrix wore.

She looked undeniably gorgeous, but Bellatrix hardly recognized the woman staring back at her in the mirror. She looked more like Walburga than herself with all the makeup. Druella stared at her through the mirror, taking in her work with a contented expression. "You look like a lady," She said, sounding pleased. Bellatrix forced herself to smile, though she didn't pay any attention to her mother as she continued to prattle on.

Bellatrix felt like a shell as she watched Horrendum apparate before them to the Lestranges. It was minutes later that she followed with her father.

The familiar lurch of the ground falling from beneath her only lasted for a few seconds before she was on solid ground with her father standing stoically beside her. She looked to him, waiting for instruction as he stared at the Manor before them, where Bellatrix would soon live.

Cygnus's lips were twisted downwards in displeasure, though Bellatrix couldn't find what was offensive. The mansion was beautiful and every bit as grand as their own. He stood there for a moment more before beginning the walk to the door. Bellatrix followed right behind.

The Lestrange's house elf greeted them as they entered and took their belongings to put up before leading them to the parlor, where Rudolphus waited with Mr. Lestrange. Bellatrix felt Rudolphus' heavy gaze on her as she walked forward a step behind her father, giving a slight curtsey as greetings were exchanged.

Cygnus quickly accepted a glass of whiskey from Mr. Lestrange, and the two men sat down to discuss whatever personal business they had. Horrendum and the Lestrange's elf waited patiently by the door that led out to the Manor's grounds. Bellatrix ignored them as Rudolphus approached her, and she held out a hand, which he lightly kissed, his cobalt eyes meeting her intense stare.

To him, it was a private relief that she hadn't lost any fire or strength since their last meeting. It was foolish to think Bellatrix could be bent, but he couldn't help but wonder how much strength she had left in her. It had to be exhausting to push against everything all the time.

"Shall we?" He asked, and Bellatrix gave a polite smile and dipped her head before walking ahead to the open doors. Rudolphuis followed behind her for a few steps before falling into pace beside her. The elves trailed after them, far enough to be out of earshot.

Bellatrix kept her eyes on the path before them, thankful for the shade of the green arches that protected them from the bright sun. Despite the season, it was almost warm.

"Usually it falls to the woman to make small talk," Rudolphus remarked, and Bellatrix sharply turned her head to see his joking expression. "Joking," Rudolphus clarified after seeing Bellatrix's reaction.

"Funny," Bellatrix returned dryly, turning her gaze back to the path before them. She heard Rudolphus chuckle, and her face twisted into a scowl.

"Don't be angry," Rudolphus pleaded, amusement clear in his eyes despite his tone.

"Then don't anger me," Bellatrix shot back, her patience was thinning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop comparing Rudolphus to Rita and wishing she were beside her instead.

Rudolphus tilted his head to the side as he looked over Bellatrix, really taking note of her. In the white lace, she almost looked delicate, though it felt like the wrong word applied to Bellatrix. The sapphires were a lovely touch, and he noticed that Bellatrix's skin was slightly darker instead of ghostly pale. Overall, she was truly breathtaking and seemed even older.

"You've grown," Rudolphus muttered, his eyes flickering to her hair. It was longer now. "You seem older."

"I did turn 16," Bellatrix answered shortly, unconsciously picking up the pace of her walking. Rudolphus had no trouble matching her strides.

"How has school been?" Rudolphus asked, and Bellatrix cringed. "What?" He asked, aware of her reaction.

"It makes you seem like an authority figure asking a child," Bellatrix admitted, crinkling her nose in distaste. Her revulsion was almost funny, and Rudolphus' lips quirked up.

"Alright, well, what should I ask you about?" He wondered, allowing Bellatrix to lead.

Bellatrix thought for a moment before speaking, "Certainly not school, or Quidditch."

Rudolphus nodded seriously, "Banned from discussion," he agreed, and Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at him.

"Are you mocking me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Rudolphus replied, a glint of mischief in his eye as he smiled. He was determined to win her over and confident he could do so. Though he didn't say it, he knew Bellatrix Black was certainly the woman he would come to love. Being promised to her felt like a stroke of luck instead of a burden now.

Bellatrix clenched her teeth; maybe if he was really a big enough prick, she'd run away with Rita. She thought ruefully, exhaling harshly.

"Seriously, what can I ask?" Rudolphus questioned, attempting to push past Bellatrix's silence. Clearly, humor wasn't the answer, though it was fun to tease her. "No school, how about NEWTS, and Apparation?" He asked, baiting her into speaking again.

Bellatrix mulled it over for a moment, considering. "NEWTS, no, Apparation, yes." She decided, NEWTS were too close to school, but Walburga was going to teach her Apparation over the summer so she could pass the ministry test early and begin after her birthday.

Rudolphus nodded, "What about your sisters and cousins?" He asked; now he was leading them through the garden, just a step or two ahead as he lured them to the magical plants they kept.

"Narcissa and Regulus, yes, Sirius and Andromeda, no," Bellatrix said immediately.

"May I ask why?" Rudolphus wondered, a curious expression on his face.

"You may," Bellatrix permitted, her stern expression softening as he was finally appeasing her.

"Why only the two?" He asked, leading them left, through an arch with glowing flowers intertwined in the vines.

"I never said I would answer," Bellatrix replied, a slight smile on her face as she walked past him through the arch. It opened up into a wonderful section; the stone path continued through impossibly green grass, and plants that appeared alien grew beside eachother. Bellatrix's breath caught in her throat at the beauty. "Oh," She whispered, amazed as her eyes took in the magical place. The Hogwarts greenhouses were nothing in comparison. "Wonderful," She mumbled, a smile spreading further across her face.

Rudolphus watched her, pleased with his success at entertaining her. She took a few steps forward, forgetting he was there as she moved toward a bush that had a cloud of black fog around it. He pushed off the wall of green and followed a few paces behind her.

Bellatrix reached the plant, fully entranced by the inky black that seemed to be seeping out. Now that she was closer, she could see the dark purple flowers on the bush. "Beautiful," she whispered, reaching a hand out to the fog. It coiled around her hand, but didn't do anything more.

"It is," Rudolphus commented, surprising Bellatrix out of her trance. She snapped up and recoiled her hand, breaking away from the shadows. "Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you," He said, a crease forming between his brows; she was certainly jumpy.

"No, no, it's alright," Bellatrix replied, feeling foolish for reacting like a child being caught with something they shouldn't. Old habits die hard. She forced herself to smile. "It is wonderful," She complimented, and it was true.

"Well, soon it shall be yours," Rudolphus replied, and the offhanded manner in which he said it, so casually, stunned Bellatrix. Her heart beat faster as Rudolphus' words made the finality of it all so much more real. There was no ignoring that she knew where this road led; even if she put it off as long as possible, she would be married before she turned 18.

Chapter 92: Sixth year, 1967- Swinging by my neck from the family tree

Chapter Text

December 20th, 1967

Bellatrix never thought she'd see the day she looked forward to her family's ball, and yet here she was.

Walburga and Orion were keeping Regulus and Sirius at home until the evening of the ball, and they weren't having visitors. Bellatrix's mood was soured, not being able to see her aunt was awful. She was certain it was Sirius's fault, which just angered her further. The little brat ruined everything.

Andromeda was locked in her room, which concerned Narcissa, and Bellatrix hated watching Cissa pace around the drawing room, fretting to herself. Andromeda was fine; as far as Bellatrix was concerned, being locked up was a pretty tame punishment for their family. Narcissa just hated not knowing; her lack of faith in their parents was... disturbing.

Bellatrix had a book in her lap, though she wasn't really reading anymore, just staring blankly at the pages. Tonight, they were all going to the Lestrange's for supper. The clock seemed to tick faster; it was already three hours past noon.

Narcissa was painting, facing the large window to the grounds. It was a pretty sight with the afternoon light shining off the little pond with a stone statue in the middle. The water glittered like diamonds, and Bellatrix wondered how Narcissa would reflect that. It seemed an impossible thing to capture, even with a picture.

Bellatrix realized she was gritting her teeth when her jaw suddenly felt sore. She forced herself to relax, allowing her muscles to release as she rubbed them tenderly. She looked to Narcissa, who was utterly absorbed in her activities, and decided she could be left alone for a few minutes.

"I'm going on a walk," Bellatrix announced, standing up and placing her book on the stand. Narcissa hummed in agreement without looking up, and Bellatrix was pleased. She summoned her cloak, though there was no snow. This winter had been warmer than most for the entire country, it seemed. Usually, all the manors were covered in powder when the children returned from Hogwarts for the break, but no snow had fallen.

She opened the French double doors, and a chill breeze swept through the room. Bellatrix inhaled deeply, relishing the prick in her nose from the cold air. She was certain it would snow soon.

Once outside, Bellatrix ducked behind a hedge that was hidden from any window. "Accio matchbox," She whispered, wand in hand. It only took a moment before her silver matchbox floated down to her. Bellatrix quickly opened it and plucked out one of the top fags and placed it between her teeth before stowing the box in her cloak.

She lit it with a snap and took a long inhale, her foot tapping against the ground. Bellatrix felt better as she blew the smoke out; it disappeared instantly with the wind. She let out a loud sigh; this was harder than she had thought it would be now that she knew what she wanted, who she wanted. Longing blossomed in her chest, and tears built up behind Bellatrix's closed eyes.

*

Andromeda was at dinner, sitting between Narcissa and their mother, with Cygnus at the head, and Bellatrix on his right.

Rudolphus sat beside Bellatrix with his father beside him, with his wife across from him and Rabastian beside her.

Bellatrix had been surprised to see Andromeda there, but she was silent the whole time unless asked a direct question. Mrs. Lestrange only did that once.

As far as Bella could tell, Andy wasn't under the imperius curse, and she didn't seem harmed. Bellatrix hoped this would bring Narcissa some measure of comfort.

"So kind of you to invite us for supper, Mr. Lestrange," Druella said, a smile on her lips instead of the usual sour expression she wore.

"Well, I hope we can become more intimate with each other before our families are joined," Mr. Lestrange replied, taking a sip of wine. Bellatrix picked up her own glass and drank; it tasted bitter, but Bellatrix didn't mind, and the flavor improved with each sip.

The chatter continued as dinner was served, though the atmosphere was tense, as though each word was a possible landmine.

Considering the whole point was for Bellatrix and Rudolphus to be courting, they hardly spoke to each other, and, though Bellatrix felt his eyes on her, she never looked up to meet his gaze. It suited her perfectly fine, but she worried that her parents would be disappointed; then again, she wasn't to speak out of turn.

The rules seemed to be at an awkward stage between childhood and adulthood. At times, she was to be mature and act like an adult; at others, she was still just a child to be seen and not heard. Once upon a time, Rita had told her that it was old-fashioned thinking; if only she knew the half of it.

***

December 22nd, 1967

"I can't believe the year is almost over," Narcissa said, gazing out at the snow-dusted grounds. Sometime in the evening, a light powder had fallen, the first snow of the season.

"I count years in school years, Cissy, this year is only halfway through," Bellatrix replied, her gaze not wavering from the books she was levitating. At first, it had started out as one floating for her to read without tiring her arms, then it became a challenge to see how many she could levitate at one time. After the 5th, she had to sit up; after the 14th, she had to stand, and now, 27 books floated stagnant in the air.

Narcissa watched her sister with a smile, "See if you can move them, or make them higher." She urged; it was always incredible to see what Bellatrix could do with magic. It had to be a gift.

Bellatrix bit the inside of her cheek as she sent one book flying through the air, her concentration split between that one and the other 26 still levitating. It was surprisingly difficult, but Bellatrix managed to keep all the books afloat until she began to move another, then a few books dropped to the ground with loud thuds, making Bellatrix jump and drop the rest.

Narcissa winced; loud noises were usually followed by screaming. Bellatrix froze as well, the color draining from her face as she stared at the door, waiting for the angry footsteps. Neither breathed nor moved for a long time, paralyzed with fear. Bellatrix felt 8 again, shaking as their father screamed at her for the first time.

When minutes passed, and nothing came, they began to relax. Narcissa was the first to move, and she began picking up the fallen books and placing them back on their shelves. Bellatrix forced herself to take a breath and unclench her hands, one of which was bleeding slightly from the pressure of her nails, and the other was indented from her wand.

A few breaths later, Bellatrix began to help Narcissa with the books. Normally, she would've used magic, but her wand wouldn't be still in her shaking hand.

The rest of the afternoon was passed in silence as Narcissa embroidered and Bellatrix sat at the window in quiet contemplation. She hated being afraid. The sensation had dominated her childhood as she was terrified of her parents, or more so, disappointing them. Narcissa was afraid of the consequences, but Bellatrix was scared of failing. She needed to succeed; she would never be happy until she did, and it was the only way to ensure she'd never need to fear anything ever again.

***

December 24th, 1967

While the problem children (Andromeda and Sirius) could be hidden away and separated from their siblings at home, when it came time for a public event, everyone needed to show their faces, even if it meant putting one of them under the imperius curse for a few hours. Anything to save face and keep the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black untouchable as they had been for millennia.

Scandals had been covered, money had been exchanged, illegal deals and trades of all sorts had taken place, and ironically, covering up the scandals would've created larger ones were it ever to be brought to light.

While their blood may not have been tainted with muggles or mudbloods, it certainly was poisoned in every other way.

Bellatrix's dress was a midnight purple, so dark it was almost black. Diamonds were sewn into the satin and chiffon in constellation patterns. Her hair had been divided, and the top was braided intricately while the bottom curls fell down her back, and a dark rouge coated her lips.

Her dresses had always been remarkable, but now that she was courting, her mother took special care of her appearance. It seemed like the only thing that mattered anymore.

Andromeda wore an emerald gown, and Narcissa looked radiant in her pale pink silks.

Outside, Bellatrix heard the crack of apparation and smiled; Walburga and Regulus were here. It was unfortunate that they came with Orion and Sirius, but her excitement to see her aunt overshadowed her dread.

It was only seconds before Walburga entered through the wooden double doors in a black gown with Regulus at her side in his dress robes. Sirius and Orion were behind them, one obviously uncomfortable and the other looking stern.

It was incredible how someone raised in their family their whole life could be so ill-adapted to everything it required, but Sirius seemed to have no trouble with that. A sneer twisted Bellatrix's face as Sirius came fully into view, acting like a martyr. He was incessantly dramatic.

Druella and Cygnus received them with grace, not mentioning Sirius' sorting or anything else. In fact, they didn't even look at him, which satisfied Bellatrix. A glimmer of hope stayed in her chest that maybe if Sirius screwed up enough, she would inherit instead. That hope only grew with each passing day.

Soon after, guests began to arrive, and Sirius stood at the door with Regulus to greet them.

Bellatrix waited patiently until her aunt was unoccupied before approaching. "Aunty," She said, bowing her head slightly as she took the seat beside Walburga.

"Bellatrix," She returned, and maybe it was Bellatrix's imagination, but she swore that there was a faint smile in her eyes. "I trust your year has been good," She said, inviting her niece to speak.

"Most wonderful," Bellatrix assured, lying through her teeth because it wouldn't do to say that it was horrid and that most of her humiliation had been due to Walburga's son. "I do wish we could've continued our lessons," She added, carefully watching her aunt's expression for signs of displeasure.

Walburga let out a sigh. "Yes, it is regrettable," she agreed, "If there were a way for me to find the time, I'd be more than happy to, but I don't see a possibility for continuation." She said, sounding exasperated. Bellatrix tried to hide her disappointment, though she had expected the answer. "I am truly sorry, Bellatrix, but I trust you to continue your studies independently," Walburga said, noting her niece's destitute expression.

Bellatrix was stunned for a moment, but recovered quickly; she had never heard any adult apologize to her. "Of course, Aunty," Bellatrix replied with a placating smile. Walburga's gaze flickered to Sirius, and her mouth turned downwards.

"I must thank you as well," Walburga said, her eyes still locked on her son. "I know you won't be spoiled by Sirius' influence, and I cannot keep vigil over him at Hogwarts, so I am eternally grateful you can be my eyes and ears."

Bellatrix's eyebrows furrowed; no adult had ever thanked her either. Was she ill or growing soft? Suddenly, Walburga turned to Bellatrix with a frantic expression and laid a white hand over Bellatrix's. "You must promise me to keep Regulus away from Sirius. I cannot bear him falling under his brother's influence. I've done as much as I can to warn him while Sirius was away, but you must continue that when he is at school." She said urgently, her dark eyes looking manic as they bored into Bellatrix. "Promise me," She added, gripping Bellatrix's hand with force.

"I promise," Bellatrix swore, slightly disturbed by the wild look in her aunt's eyes. That seemed to relax her slightly, and she let go of Bellatrix, though her face didn't smooth.

Just then, their conversation was interrupted by Rudolphus, and Walburga forced her lips into a slight smile. "Rudolphus," She greeted. She was rather fond of the boy and considered him a good match for Bellatrix. Though she knew her niece would never love her husband, she hoped Bellatrix would be content in her marriage at the very least.

" Mrs. Black," Rudolphus bowed, kissing her hand as she extended it. "May I steal Bellatrix away for a dance?" He asked, straightening up.

"Please," Walburga replied, waving them away. "Go dance,"

Rudolphus smiled and extended a hand for Bellatrix to take before leading her to the floor as a waltz began. Bellatrix was aware of her sister waltzing with Lucius to her left, and Andromeda was paired with Rabastian at the edge of the floor.

"May I pay you a compliment?" Rudolphus asked, a slight smirk on his lips,

"You may," Bellatrix sniffed, hardly paying attention to the steps. She could waltz in her sleep, though Narcissa was more graceful; Bellatrix was too stiff, but it didn't really matter.

"You look radiant this evening, Miss Black," He said, spinning her around.

"You flatter me, Mr. Lestrange," Bellatrix replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she followed the script of etiquette.

"Some say flattery is the food of love," He mused, and Bellatrix wondered how she had ever found him stern. She was certain no one had ever proclaimed flattery to feed love.

"And I say it is catered to the palate of fools," She retorted, her face impassive. Rudolphus chuckled; in the back of his mind, there was the little girl he had known since her birth, whom he had never considered anything more than that, but in front of him, there was nothing left of that child. No, now a woman stood before him, a woman whom he would marry, and the idea was no longer distasteful to him. In fact, had he been allowed to choose, he fancied that Bellatrix would've been his wife either way.

"Then what would you consider to be the food of love?" Rudolphus asked, his interest piqued, and he waited for her answer with bated breath as a man waited for his verdict.

Bellatrix considered the question for a moment; love had never been a priority to her, and therefore, she hadn't given the subject much thought. She had never meant to fall in love with Rita; it had crept up on her, but the smell of the amortensia was fresh in her mind as she decided her reply.

"I wouldn't say there is a food of love," Bellatrix answered, her gaze fixed on a distant point behind Rudolphus. Love was not a comfortable subject, and certainly not with him. There was no place for love in marriage.

"The poets disagree," He rebuked, enjoying the conversation far too much.

"Well, the poets die young and alone, I wouldn't take their advice." Bellatrix shot back before snapping her mouth shut. She needed to contain her temper.

Rudolphus laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly, "Such cynicism, do you regard the whole world through such a pessimistic lens?" he questioned,

"Only people, and I've found them quite deserving of it," Bellatrix replied, tilting her head to look up at him.

"Do you find me deserving of such harsh critique?" Rudolphus asked, hanging off her every word. With every interaction, she seemed to grow more interesting, not to mention intelligent and beautiful.

"Certainly, I'd venture to say more than most considering our paths seem to be inevitably intertwined," Bellatrix answered, finally meeting his gaze now that she deemed the topic suitable.

"You say it like it's a curse," Rudolphus commented; Bellatrix was too independent to truly wish to be married, he knew that, but that didn't change a thing. In fact, it only made him admire her more. Men always coveted the object that was the most indifferent.

"Only time will tell," Bellatrix replied, her thoughts drifting back to Rita as they both fell silent.

Once the music ended, Rudolphus led her off the floor. "I would like to introduce you to someone, an acquaintance of mine," He said, "he truly is the future of politics." He added in a whisper. People parted for them as they walked to the other end of the room, where a few men around Rudolphus' age were gathered. One of the men stuck out to Bellatrix; he stood with his back turned to them, facing the wizards in front of him, though he towered over them all.

Rudolphus cleared his throat as they approached, and the man turned. Bellatrix stopped in her tracks. She recognized him immediately, how could she forget? He looked different now, older, though it couldn't have been more than a few months since they last met.

"Lord Voldemort, I wish to introduce Miss Bellatrix Black," He said, not noticing Bellatrix's reaction to the stranger, who was, in fact, not a stranger.

The man smiled and bowed his head. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said, though it sounded almost like a hiss. His voice had changed slightly from their informal meeting at Hogwarts.

Bellatrix curtsied and extended a hand, which he kissed, never breaking eye contact. Bellatrix wondered if he remembered her; despite the differences, she was certain it was the same man. His suave demeanor and alluring manner were concrete proof. "And you as well," Bellatrix replied, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy, though she felt shaken for whatever reason.

Lord Voldemort smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. He was undeniably handsome and held himself with a certain grace that Bellatrix could only attribute to good breeding and wealth, though she had never heard of him before; perhaps new money.

The conversation resumed among the other wizards, and Rudolphus chimed in occasionally, but Voldemort's focus never left Bellatrix, and he didn't speak another word while he was there.

She was just as absorbed in him, unable to turn her attention away. Even as Rudolphus led her back to the floor for another dance, her eyes searched the room for him, and every time her eyes found him, she found his gaze already on her.

He didn't dance with anyone that evening, though many girls would've accepted, and whenever he engaged in conversation, his focus was elsewhere. He was introduced to Walburga, and she told Bellatrix he was a promising young man; Bellatrix had to agree.

*

Regulus was left with Bellatrix when Walburga left with Orion and Sirius after the ball; he was to return home with them on New Year's Day. Cygnus was piss drunk and poor Druella was doing her best to hide it; Bellatrix almost felt sorry for her mother. Andromeda was sent to bed the moment she would not be missed, and that left Narcissa with her cousin and Bella.

Bellatrix sighed, wondering how Cissa and Reg's care had fallen to her yet again, though she had to admit, it was easier now that they were older. Everything seemed easier now that they were all older. Her sister's failures were no longer her fault, and therefore she wasn't punished with her. Sirius had grown too removed for anyone to really blame anyone for his behavior; they did everything they could, but he would do what he wished.

Bellatrix ordered both off to bed before retreating to her own room, thankful the night was over and she was allowed to undress and take down her hair.

As she climbed into her lush purple sheets, her mind wandered to the Lord. She was sure that it was the same man, though he didn't seem to recognize her, though he had known her name when they met, so it wasn't possible that he hadn't remembered her.

Bellatrix smiled, now satisfied that he hadn't forgotten her so easily.

**

December 25th, 1967

Andromeda was finally allowed out of her room, and she sat with Regulus and her sisters in the drawing room, though the atmosphere was tense. Narcissa longed to question Andy, but she held her tongue; Bellatrix wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Will you tell me about Hogwarts?" Regulus asked, breaking the silence as he stared imploringly at Bellatrix; his voice was quiet, but he no longer mumbled, which made Bellatrix happy. It was about time he found his voice, especially since he'd be at Hogwarts in less than a year.

Narcissa was stunned and stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. Clearly, much had changed since they left last summer, because Regulus never would've outright asked anything.

"What do you want to know?" Bellatrix inquired, setting down the book she had been reading. It wasn't particularly interesting. Regulus hesitated for a moment, and Bellatrix sensed his apprehension. Whatever he wanted to ask wasn't mundane. Regulus glanced at Narcissa and Andromeda, fully aware of their eyes fixed on him, though the expressions of surprise were gone. Regulus looked down at his hands, a faint blush creeping over his cheeks, so he wasn't entirely altered, which comforted Narcissa.

"Do you think I'll be sorted into Slytherin?" He asked, his voice so low that Bellatrix hardly heard the question.

Bellatrix paused for a moment, sucking in a breath as she pondered. Regulus wasn't Sirius in any capacity, he never had been, but he had never been Bellatrix either. Narcissa and Andromeda formulated their own answers as well, and, to Regulus, the silence stretched an unbearable amount of time.

"I think so, yes." Bellatrix answered, putting heavy emphasis on the word 'think'.

"But you don't know," Regulus added, even more dejected.

"No one knows," Bellatrix replied, "that old hat is unpredictable." She tried to sound reassuring, but it came out more critical.

"Did you think Sirius would be a Slytherin?" Regulus asked, raising his head to meet Bellatrix's eyes.

"I hoped, but I think I knew, deep down, that he wouldn't be." Bellatrix huffed; of course, it was his brother's sorting that made him anxious.

"I knew he wouldn't," Andromeda said, looking down at the piano keys beneath her fingers. "He isn't cunning enough to ever be in Slytherin." She bit her lip, willing the urge to cry to go away; if only she had been sorted differently. In her mind, Sirius was the best of the lot. He's just too... good.

"I thought he was going to be," Narcissa added, glad to join the conversation, and even happier that Andromeda was herself enough to talk. "A Slytherin, I mean, especially since Andy was sorted, she was the one I was worried about, so after that, it never occurred to me he could be anything but."

"I'm not sure the hat sorts based on what you really are, but what you value." Andromeda mused, meeting her sisters' gazes, and it almost felt like they were children again, like every wedge between them had fallen away, at least for now.

"That could make sense," Narcissa nodded,

"It's probably a combination of both," Bellatrix agreed. It would explain why Andromeda was a Slytherin, but there was no denying Sirius was Gryffindor through and through. "I wonder how much you could influence the hat..." Bellatrix muttered to herself, but it got the rest of them thinking about the possibility.

"What if I'm sorted into Gryffindor?" Regulus asked, sounding more anxious as he redirected the conversation to its original point.

"Walburga will probably skin us all because somehow it will be all our fault," Andromeda snorted, earning her a glare from Bellatrix. Narcissa coughed to hide her laugh.

"Don't listen to her," Bellatrix said sharply, "You'll be fine, there is no way you'll be sorted into Gryffindor." She spoke the name with bitterness, "If you're anything other than Slytherin, you're Ravenclaw, which isn't really a disappointment."

Andromeda made a face as she turned back to the piano and began playing softly. Bellatrix could say what she wanted, but Andromeda knew that everyone would be furious if both Sirius and Regulus were sorted into any house other than Slytherin. Not that it would help to put that weight on Regulus' shoulders.

"I think you'll be Slytherin for certain," Narcissa said with an encouraging smile, though her opinion didn't carry much weight to Regulus since she had thought Sirius would be a Slytherin.

Bellatrix pursed her lips, not entirely convinced. It would really suck if he wasn't Slytherin, and that made Bellatrix thankful that next year was her last.

**

December 28th, 1967

"Do you really think I'll be Slytherin?" Regulus asked, turning in front of Bellatrix to stop her from continuing through their stroll in the garden. Snow fell around them, but melted before it reached them thanks to Bellatrix's heating charm.

The thought had been bothering Regulus for the past few months, and he had counted on his cousins for assurance, but Bellatrix wasn't certain.

Bellatrix opened her mouth and then closed it as she exhaled in exasperation. "Regulus, I don't k-"

"You don't know, I know." Regulus interrupted, a crease forming between his dark brows. "But if you had to give the odds, what would they be?"

Bellatrix was slightly taken aback by his sudden confidence, "Honestly? I'd wager 60 Slytherin 40 Ravenclaw." Bellatrix answered, clearly he didn't need shielding anymore. Though he still looked like her little cousin, he had grown.

Regulus's scowl deepened. "I don't like those odds." He muttered, looking away.

"It will be okay," Bellatrix reassured,

"I'm 10, not stupid. I know my mother will freak if both her sons break tradition." Regulus countered, "I don't need to be babied anymore," he added, crossing his arms, and a smile spread across Bellatrix's face.

"70/30," Bellatrix amended, and Regulus glared at her. "I'm serious," She said, "keep talking like a Slytherin and you'll be one."

Regulus fought a smile, but the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and Bellatrix stepped to the side so they could continue their walk. Regulus fell into step beside her.

"You really think so?" He asked, sounding more hopeful,

"I do," Bellatrix replied, giving him an approving look.

**

December 30th, 1967

Narcissa tried her best not to be jealous of Regulus and Bellatrix, but it was difficult now that he seemed to follow her every move even more diligently than he had as a young child. She wasn't even sure who she was jealous of.

Regulus seemed to be on a mission to prove to everyone he would be sorted into the correct house, and what better way to do that than by following the prime example?

When Bellatrix turned her nose up at something or someone, Regulus followed suit. When she laughed, he laughed; it was like a shadow.

Andromeda didn't join in any more conversations, just sat quietly at her piano, or occasionally reading a book as Narcissa vied for Bellatrix's attention, Andromeda an afterthought in her mind.

Druella and Cygnus were far removed from their girls' lives, which was welcome to Regulus. Both his parents had been bearing down on him for the past 6 months with Sirius gone.

Cygnus was only at dinner, apparently busy with politics. When Bellatrix passed the study, she could hear him and her mother speaking in tense tones.

Druella just left them alone since Regulus was there. Walburga had told her she wanted Bellatrix to rub off on Regulus as much as possible, and Druella was content that her wish seemed to be realized.

**

December 31st, 1967

Regulus sat on the edge of Bellatrix's bed as she piled her hair on top of her head. She was already dressed in the black velvet gown for the New Year's Eve celebration.

It was family, so naturally the Rosiers were invited, and Regulus was excited to see his other cousins Evan and Pandora. They'd be going to Hogwarts with him next year, and he was glad he already had a friend.

"My mother and father won't stop talking about Sirius," Regulus said, breaching the silence.

Bellatrix's eyes met his in the mirror, and she raised her eyebrows, imploring him to elaborate.

"It's always bad," He continued, "They're always telling me I should never be like him, that I should distance myself because he's dangerous." He paused in case Bellatrix wanted to offer her advice, but when she didn't speak, he kept talking. "When he came home, mother and father punished him for hours, and then he came to my room, trying to talk to me,"

Bellatrix tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, "Of course I shut the door in his face," Regulus added, noting Bellatrix's expression. Her displeasure only reinforced the thought that Sirius was bad. "He tried to play on whatever closeness we used to share, but I know Mother and Father are right, he's nothing but a blood traitor at this point. He's hardly even my brother."

Bellatrix smiled, perhaps Sirius was farther out than she thought. Him being disowned became more of a possibility every day. She was also satisfied with Regulus' opinions. She had found that not talking was the best way to keep Regulus talking, and he usually came to his own conclusions, unconsciously influenced by Bellatrix's subtle reactions. It was best, he thought, the opinions were entirely his own; those were the ones that took root the best.

Regulus beamed, seeing Bellatrix's approval.

*

That evening, Walburga and Orion arrived with Sirius, who stood between the two like a prisoner while Regulus made a point to not so much as look in his direction. Instead, he spent the time talking with Evan, who was thrilled that Regulus was being social. Pandora sat with them as well, smiling and adding things in occasionally, though she mostly seemed off in her own world as usual.

As the night wore on, Bellatrix took the opportunity to speak with her aunt when she found Walburga alone.

Walburga was staring off into the distance as she sat on the couch facing the large window of the drawing room, but she looked up and smiled when she saw Bellatrix approaching.

"Bellatrix, please, sit," She offered, looking to the spot beside her, and Bellatrix took a seat with a smile. Walburga twisted her body to face Bellatrix with an expectant look on her face. "How is Regulus doing?" She asked, trying to mask the worry in her tone, but Bellatrix knew it was beyond idle curiosity.

"Very well, he speaks more, and I think you'll find his beliefs align with the family's," Bellatrix told her, trying her best not to hold resentment that Regulus was the first thing her aunt asked about; he was her son after all.

"That's wonderful," Walburga heaved a sigh of relief, "I just never know what he's thinking, he seldom speaks, and I always wonder if what he says is just to please me." She admitted, sipping the dark wine in her glass.

Bellatrix nodded in agreement, "He is quiet, but I think you'll find that if you don't speak, and just prompt him with expressions, or the occasional question, he comes to his own conclusions." She advised. The better Regulus was, the better it would be for her. Sirius was uncontrolable; Regulus would bend, and that was what they needed in an heir.

"Sirius is much too emotional. I have no control over him." Her aunt said; as if Walburga had read Bellatrix's mind. Bellatrix's head snapped to her aunt, not daring to say a word in case it would derail this particular train of conversation. "Cygnus as the heir worked because he listened to our mother, and eventually me." She sighed, looking at the window with a wistful expression.

"We women may never carry the power in name, but we work behind the scenes; as long as the men believe it is their own ideas, everything works perfectly. I had such high hopes that you would inherit, with times changing, but I'm afraid all I can give you would be Regulus as the heir. He listens to you." Walburga said, and each word felt like a blow to Bellatrix. Had she been a boy, all of this would be different.

Bellatrix knew she'd never be content with behind the scenes; she'd take it, but every part of her would yearn for power in name as well. She forced herself to smile through gritted teeth. She could live with not being the heir; she couldn't live in a world where she could be the heir but wasn't.

What enraged her further was that there was nothing she could do about it. No spell she could master, or potion to brew, no test she could pass. No, it is entirely out of her control.

While Bellatrix and Walburga sat in silence, Andromeda stared longingly at Sirius, whom she was forbidden to speak with in case either gave the other any ideas. He looked utterly miserable, practically chained to Orion's side; a fate she wouldn't wish on anyone.

Every inch of Andromeda yearned to comfort Sirius, to grab him and run as far away as she could from the whole lot of them. She had accepted Narcissa, and Bellatrix would never leave, and now she saw there was no hope for Regulus, but Sirius would. She felt it in her bones.

***

January 3rd, 1968

Bellatrix would return to school in two days. Two days until she could see Rita, only 48 hours until they could sneak off into some place on the train where no one could see.

Bellatrix shook her head, clearing the thought; she had to focus. Until then, she had lunch with Narcissa at the Malfoys, a dinner the Lestranges were coming to, and she couldn't even remember what the plan for tomorrow was.

Technically, Narcissa wasn't courting, but it sure as hell felt like it. It was like she was a replacement for Andromeda, who everyone preferred to ignore and pretend all would be fine. Druella was convinced that in a year or so, she would come to her senses and be married to Rabastain the next.

"Hand me the pin," Druella ordered, and Bellatrix complied. There was no reason the elves couldn't do this, but their mother wanted to do it. It probably gave her a sense of nostalgia from her days courting Cygnus, though Bellatrix thought that if she ever had a daughter, the last thing she'd want to do was relive her youth through the child.

Narcissa's sky-blue gown was made of a shimmery fabric that looked too delicate to be worn, and her hair was left down in loose ringlets.

Druella stepped back and surveyed her daughter, a slow smile spreading across her face as she looked at Narcissa like a painter looks at his masterpiece. "Perfect," She whispered to herself, "I'll be right back," She added, turning so quickly that her navy dress created a gust of wind.

Once the door closed behind her, Bellatrix turned to her sister with pursed lips. "Won't you be cold?" She asked; the sleeves reached her wrists, but the material seemed so light she couldn't imagine it did much for warmth, especially with the layer of snow outside.

"We'll be inside," Narcissa replied, though the manor was chilly and she dreaded the walk from the gates of Malfoy Manor to the door.

"She won't put a heating charm on you?" Bellatrix wondered, astonished, considering it was such a simple spell. Narcissa could probably do it, though it wouldn't hold as long as Bellatrix's.

"I didn't ask," Narcissa replied with a shrug, "I'll be fine, Bella, stop worrying." She added, noting the concern on her sister's face. The lines of Bellatrix's face softened; how could she ever refuse Narcissa anything?

"Alright," Bellatrix relented, stepping back just as their mother returned with a pearl necklace that looked like it weighed a ton.

*

At lunch, Bellatrix sat between her mother and sister, speaking as little as possible as she tried to pretend Lucius wasn't in front of her. Definitely not the choice she would've gone with, but that was only because she knew him as the boy who had grated on her nerves since they were children.

Even as he behaved like a perfect gentleman, it took everything in Bellatrix not to roll her eyes when he began speaking.

"You look lovely, Narcissa," He complimented. Bellatrix clamped her jaw shut, focusing on the chicken in front of her that she was cutting with more force than necessary as she turned her attention to the other conversation.

"Did you have a chance to become acquainted with Lord Voldemort at the ball?" Druella inquired, directing her question to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"In fact, we did," Mrs. Malfoy beamed, "I must say he is such a charming young man; I've found that all the young men I've met are exceedingly well-mannered." She gushed, giving praise liberally. It seemed Bellatrix was not the only one enthralled by him; he had no shortage of admirers in her circle.

"Pray tell, where is he from?" Mr. Malfoy asked his wife, who opened her mouth to reply, but paused before any words could come out.

"I'm not sure," She stuttered, seeming bewildered, "I'm certain I asked him, but I seem to have forgotten the answer, if he indeed gave one. He spoke so little of himself, I'm afraid I did most of the talking." She said, shaking her head as if to clear some fog.

Mr. Malfoy just laughed, "Ah yes, the character of woman," and though he meant it good-naturedly, it rubbed Bellatrix the wrong way, and she quit paying attention to them as well.

*

When they returned, it was Bellatrix's turn to be primped like a doll for supper.

Dressed in a lacy black gown, with a diamond to complement it, she was the picture of elegance.

Once her mother left the room, she cast a quick spell so her feet would not suffer from the heels pinching her toes.

"It must be so hard not to be able to use magic," Narcissa commented, staring down at Bellatrix's wand. "I have no clue how muggles manage!"

"Don't waste any energy thinking about them," Bellatrix rebuked, her tone sharp. "I wouldn't waste a breath of air on those creatures." She added, checking her reflection once more in the mirror.

*

Andromeda was sitting across from Rabastian at supper, but neither spoke to the other. Bellatrix wished both would at least make an effort, no matter how much they seemed to loathe eachother, though they weren't well enough acquainted for anything other than dislike.

Rudolphus couldn't look away from Bellatrix for a moment, even when someone else spoke to him, he answered with his eyes fixed on Bellatrix. It was rude by any standards, and Bellatrix was certain that if she did that, it would earn her a harsh rebuke, but since it was Rudolphus, it was fine. Druella seemed thrilled at his behavior; she couldn't have hoped for him to be more enthralled by Bellatrix. Cygnus was merely amused; he remembered being a young lad with an eye for beauty.

Bellatrix was the only person upset by the development. As much as she had tried to pretend it was a fancy of her imagination, Rudolphus was falling in love with her. Perhaps it was infatuation or intrigue, but it was worse than the apathetic manner he had maintained for years prior. There was no place for love or affection in marriage; it would only hurt his feelings and limit her freedoms. Men always longed to control the objects of their affections, and she was certain Rudolphus would be no different. She much preferred him as a friend, if that's what they used to be.

Bellatrix resolved that tomorrow, on their walk, she would be as disagreeable as possible to smother his affections.

**

January 4th, 1968

As Bellatrix walked beside Rudolphus through the grounds of the Black Family Manor, she kept her eyes firmly in front of her and walked with at least two feet of distance between them. She answered every question with as few syllables as possible, making it obvious she wished to spend the hour in silence.

If Rudolphus picked up on that, he didn't care. Her surliness only seemed to encourage him. He was used to her abrasive nature; in fact, he admired it, much to Bellatrix's disappointment.

Nothing she did served to dissuade him.

Chapter 93: Sixth year, 1968- Know better

Summary:

Voldemort is a narcissist who writes everything down in a journal bcs it's bragging lmao

Chapter Text

January 5th, 1968

Bellatrix was buzzing with anticipation as she stood on the platform with her family. She was trying not to make it obvious she was looking around for Rita, yet her eyes darted left and right, scanning the crowd of students for the blonde.

Andromeda was just as excited. Being locked in her room practically all holiday had been torturous. She had learned enough occlumency to hide the worst from her father when he rooted through her mind, but what he had seen had been enough to warrant a few stinging jinxes that hurt like a bitch. She could only imagine what it had been like for Sirius at home. He couldn't resist Walburga's Legilimens, and he certainly didn't try to uphold the family values at Hogwarts.

Regulus had accompanied them to the station to send Bellatrix off to spend as much time with her as possible, which thrilled Walburga. He stood to Bellatrix's right while Narcissa was on her left.

Walburga had taken Bellatrix's words into account and found that Regulus was improving. He was still quiet, but no longer shy, and his opinions did align with the family. Walburga was certain he would only improve, and Bellatrix's influence could only be good.

As Bellatrix's eyes raked over the crowd, she stopped short at the sight of Rita's white-blonde hair. She suppressed a smile as Rita turned around, her eyes scanned the crowd for a moment before landing on Bellatrix.

When their eyes met, it was as if no one else existed. Every stranger at the crowded station disappeared; they only saw each other because that was all that mattered for the moment.

Bellatrix only snapped out of her trance when Narcissa nudged her. "We're going," She muttered, before going to say farewell to their mother. Bellatrix forced herself to drag through the painstakingly long parting with gritted teeth. She hardly noticed Regulus was practically chained to her side each time she moved until he spoke.

"See you in a few months," He said, dipping his head slightly. Bellatrix smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"In a few months," She agreed, though all she could think of was the fact that she would be subjected to another long summer without Rita.

*

Once on the train, Sirius all but ran away in search of his friends. Andromeda left her sisters silently to go find Ted, while Narcissa and Bellatrix headed to their compartment, where Alecto and Alarice were waiting.

The two were sitting so close together that Bellatrix was surprised they didn't jump away from each other when the door opened, as she might have with Rita.

Their eyes snapped up, the conversation falling into the abyss as the sisters entered. Bellatrix set her bags down and raised her eyebrows at Alecto with an expression that earned her a glare in return.

The silent exchange was over in a moment, but that was long enough for Rita to enter the car, her eyes fixed on Bellatrix. Chloe came in behind her, but Bellatrix was already planning her and Rita's escape from the eyes.

"I've got a prefect meeting," Bellatrix announced, "I'll be back in about half an hour," she said, shooting a meaningful look at Rita before walking out.

She made her way to an empty car at the end of the train and waited a few minutes. The train had just begun to move when the door opened, and Bellatrix spun around to face Rita as she closed the door behind her and drew the shade over the window before taking a few steps forward.

Bellatrix rushed to her, meeting her in the middle in a second before crashing into her. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, drinking each other in like they had just found water after wandering through the desert for days. Their own personal oasis in the middle of the harsh world, a cave in the middle of a storm. Sanctuary, home.

They only broke apart to breathe, though neither moved, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

"I missed you," Rita whispered, her hand caressing Bellatrix's cheek.

"You have me," Bellatrix replied, breathing in Rita's citrus perfume, the scent mixing with the smell of parchment that clung to her. She had been writing over the break.

"When do you actually need to go to that prefect meeting?" Rita asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"I have ten minutes," Bellatrix replied, a smile spreading across her lips. "Why?"

"Do you need to be paying attention?" Rita asked, pulling away so she could see all of Bellatrix. Her hair had been pulled out of the half-up, half-down once she got on the train, and her curls hung wildly around her face the way Rita loved.

"Not at all," Bellatrix answered, her hand still resting on Rita's hip.

"Wonderful!" Rita exclaimed, pulling a silver matchbox out of her skirt pocket and opening it to reveal a spliff.

"Merlin, I love you," Bellatrix said with a devilish grin. She pulled her wand and cast the spell that would contain the smoke and smell to the car as Rita placed the joint between her lips and lit it with her wand.

10 minutes later, Bellatrix cast the charm to clean them and the car of the smell before hurrying to her prefect meeting.

*

Once the meeting was over, Bellatrix hurried back to her train car and sat between her sister and Rita.

Chloe was telling them all a story from first year, before they had been friends, though Bellatrix wasn't paying close attention. The high was wearing off a little, but she was still stoned and zoning out.

"Do you remember when Rita started a paper?" Alecto asked, bringing her back to the present.

"Oh Merlin," Rita groaned, hiding her face in her hands,

"You mean the gossip paper Dumbledore was all over for a year or so?" Alarice asked, "That was you three!?" She exclaimed, shock clear in her expression.

"Technically, it was four of us," Rita amended, "Back when Eliza was with us,"

"I totally thought it was a group of older students!" Chloe exclaimed, she laughed, "And now you have your own Dumbledore-approved paper, so he never caught you." Her blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, he suspected, but he had no proof," Bellatrix said, recalling how the headmaster had stopped her in the library. It felt like ages ago.

"Trix's spells were too good for a first year," Rita stated, beaming as her gaze fixed on Bellatrix, "She did all the magic."

"Naturally," Chloe replied; she had enough classes with Bellatrix to know that she could master practically every spell. Maybe magic was just stronger in her, or she was just gifted.

"Oh! Speaking of articles, I saw yours in Witch Weekly," Alarice exclaimed, turning to Rita, who flushed red; she hadn't told anyone about it yet, not sure how to break the news.

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows and turned to Rita, upset that she hadn't already mentioned it. "You didn't tell me you were submitting for publishing." She said, her tone was accusatory, as if it was some life-changing secret.

"I wasn't sure how, I didn't tell anyone." Rita replied, slightly sheepish, "But you know I've always wanted to be a journalist, so it shouldn't be that big of a shock," She added, needing to defend her position.

Bellatrix pursed her lips but didn't say anything more on the subject. There was no need to start an argument, especially not with everyone around, and it wasn't like Bellatrix didn't have her own secrets. Now that she thought about it, there was no reason to be upset. Rita could do what she pleased, and she would've told her eventually, and it didn't affect her.

*

Bellatrix was glad to be back at school, lying beside Rita in her prefect's dorm, tangled in the soft green sheets. Everything was right in the world.

"Are you mad at me for not telling you about the article?" Rita asked, her voice breaking the silence for the first time in an hour.

Bellatrix shrugged, though it was too dark for Rita to see, "I was for a minute, but you would've told me eventually," She said, sitting up to grab her wand. "Lumos," She whispered, illuminating the bed, "Accio matchbox,"

Rita watched as Bellatrix plucked a fag from her silver box, twirling it between her long, thin fingers as she placed the box on her nightstand. Bellatrix lifted it to her lips and lit it with a snap before taking a slow inhale.

"You're allowed to have your secrets, and I can have mine," Bellatrix said, blowing the smoke out away from Rita.

"Exactly," Rita replied, stealing the fag from Bellatrix's fingers and taking a drag herself.

Bellatrix pretended it didn't bother her. She hated not knowing things, but it wasn't fair for her to keep everything hidden and expect Rita to reveal everything.

**

January 12th, 1968

The library was empty since there was a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor today, and most of the school was in attendance.

While Bellatrix liked playing, watching it was mind-numbingly boring, so she had excused herself to the library after lunch. Of course, Rita had gone with her; she had an essay to write anyway.

Bellatrix was reading a book on Unforgivables. She had gotten permission from Slughorn for virtually every book in the restricted section of the library. When Rita had asked, she said it was just curiosity. If she didn't like Bellatrix Obliviating people, she certainly wouldn't approve of her trying to learn how to cast the killing curse. So far, she had managed to cast it on plants, but animals were still a struggle.

Her failure bothered her more than anything. She couldn't figure out what was going wrong; she had to mean it, sure, but didn't she? She wanted to cast the spell; she needed to succeed.

From all her readings, no one had achieved casting it at her age, but then again, no one would flaunt that. It was still illegal, though her family treated the unforgivables like any other spell. Walburga had told her she hadn't succeeded until her mid-twenties, but that didn't offer her any comfort. Failure was unacceptable, not just because of her family, but because she yearned to be great. The need for perfection clawed at her; it sank its teeth straight into her heart and clamped down.

She could cast the cruciatus and imperius curse on people, but couldn't manage to kill a stupid insect. It was frustrating, especially when she couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong, and her aunt's only advice was that it would get easier when she was older, which Bellatrix refused to accept.

"The great goblin war was in 1307, right?" Rita asked, drawing Bellatrix out of the passage about the subtle details of the curse. She had read the same information a million times; every book said the same thing, but she kept hoping the next one would have something new she could fix.

"It ended in 1307," Bellatrix replied, "Started in 1293, after the Krimar clan assassinated the Grunnan of the Hollinar clan." She said, leaning over to look at Rita's paper. Her handwriting was bloody perfect, as was her grammar and spelling. The only points she got deducted from her papers were because she made it "too story-like"; she preferred to call it "making the subject engaging."

"Damn it." Rita muttered, "I should've asked before writing it." She said, reaching for her wand to erase the ink, but Bellatrix beat her to it using wandless magic. "Thanks," She said, picking up the quill once more.

"Mhm," Bellatrix replied, turning her attention back to the book.

**

January 17th, 1968

Normally, Bellatrix opted out of Hogsmeade visits unless she was on prefect duty, but Lucius and the boys had decided to throw a party for one of their other friends' birthdays. Bellatrix didn't really know him, but he was sacred 28, so she didn't mind being involved.

Normally, Lucius or Rabastian went to the Hogshead to get spirits, but some plan had fallen through, and the party was the coming weekend, so they had begged Bellatrix to go instead, claiming she was the only other who looked of age. Bellatrix only accepted because she wanted the alcohol just as much, and she needed to get more parchment anyway.

Rita had offered to go with her, but Bellatrix had refused. It would be faster on her own.

Thankfully, it wasn't snowing, though a fine powder covered everything, and the air was cold enough that Bellatrix had wrapped a scarf around the bottom half of her face to protect her nose.

She got parchment first and sent it back to Hogwarts with Jupiter, not wanting to carry it into the Hogshead or leave it anywhere. She'd just place a vanishing charm on the liquor so no one would catch her, though her bag of holding would conceal it well enough. Who knew when Filtch would be in a mood to search the students?

As she rounded the empty cobblestone street, the bar came into view. The grimy windows didn't allow anyone to see inside, which was good.

She entered with confidence, and a few heads turned toward her, but she ignored them, and they returned to their own business. The wizard behind the counter wore a stained apron, and his beard obscured most of his face.

Bellatrix remembered coming here her third year while trying to retrieve information for the Bloody Baron. The memory brought a smile to her face. It had been such a stupid thing to do, considering the Baron was already dead. An unbreakable vow didn't mean anything to him. It was only thanks to whatever loose morals he had that his end of the bargain had been fulfilled.

She was confident the owner didn't recognize her, and she approached the counter, bag of coins in hand. Money bought morals every time.

"What do you want?" The man asked, not even turning to look at her.

"Three bottles of witch's brew and three firewhiskeys," Bellatrix answered, opening her bag and counting out 35 Galleons. The owner turned to her, eyeing the money like he might just take it and run.

"50 Galleons." He said, counting them as Bellatrix placed them on the counter. He was overcharging her, but she had more than enough, and he probably knew she was underage.

If she were any less adept at magic, she would've been nervous showing so much money in such a sketchy place, but anyone who tried anything would quickly learn just how good she was at curses.

The bartender grunted when she placed the 15 extra Galleons on the counter and slid them into his apron to take to the back. Bellatrix returned the rest of her money to the inside fold of her cloak, alert in case anyone got too close.

The man returned with the six bottles, and Bellatrix charmed the glass to be unbreakable before placing them into the small bag with an extension charm; she would make them invisible once she was outside. Spending too long in the Hogshead was never a good idea, and she was starting to get the feeling that eyes were watching her, though she didn't look to confirm her suspicions.

Bellatrix walked out of the bar at a brisk pace and didn't slow until she rounded a corner into a secluded alleyway to cast the invisibility spell. It didn't hurt to be cautious. It only took a few seconds to vanish the bottles, but as the last one disappeared, the sound of footsteps had her whipping around, wand ready to curse whoever it was.

The spell was on the tip of her tongue when she recognized the man, and shut her mouth, though she didn't lower her wand. Just because she knew him didn't mean he wasn't following her.

Lord Voldemort regarded her easily, as if she weren't pointing her wand at him, and she narrowed her eyes, trying to remember seeing him in the bar, since he must've been there when she had entered, but it had been too dark that the people looked more like shadows.

"Why are you following me?" Bellatrix demanded; she didn't care who he was, and it was only their brief acquaintance that had stopped her from cursing him first and asking questions later.

"Aren't you only 16?" He asked, avoiding her question, though from his expression, she knew he already knew the answer. "You're the only one of us breaking the law here," He said, a charming smile on his face.

Bellatrix pursed her lips. He was right, and if he told anyone, she was so screwed. "Are you going to tell on me?" She asked, concealing her worry with defiance.

"If I were, I wouldn't be here." Lord Voldemort replied, his gaze traveling to her wand as if he just noticed it was pointed at him. "Bellatrix, I think we know each other well enough that you may lower your wand." He said, and his relaxed demeanor gave her a pause. He acted like... like the way she acted when she knew the person in front of her posed no threat. Either he was grossly underestimating her abilities, or he truly was more powerful, or believed he was.

Bellatrix gritted her teeth, but lowered her wand, but didn't put it away. She figured anyone who knew who she was and was stupid enough to harm her wouldn't be powerful enough to succeed.

"Why did you follow me?" She asked, forcing herself to stand up taller, refusing to allow him to see that he intimidated her.

"Curiosity, you can understand that." He replied, taking a step forward. His dark eyes narrowed, examining her with the same intensity with which she regarded him.

"And what does that mean?" Bellatrix retorted, ignoring the impulse to step back or turn away.

"You yearn for more, you crave power, desire control; you need it," Voldemort answered, his casual facade gone; now he stood tense, like a predator tracking prey, waiting for its next move.

"Careful, you forget yourself." Bellatrix chided, taking a confident step forward to call his bluff. "You forget with whom you speak." She added, lifting her chin haughtily, the way her mother did, and falling back into the formal dialect used at home.

Voldemort was at her side in a step, towering over her as he looked down, his penetrating gaze locked on Bellatrix's eyes. "And you have no idea to whom you speak." He hissed, anger contorting his features for a moment before he schooled them and stepped back, his calm mask going back into place. "You can have it all, Miss Black." He said, turning on his heel, and before Bellatrix could reply, he had dissaparated.

Bellatrix stood there, too stunned to move for several minutes. She was unable to understand how she hadn't noticed him in the bar; he would've stood out with his perfectly groomed hair and polished leather shoes, perhaps she hadn't been paying enough attention. Then again, why had he been there? Who conducted business in the Hogs Head? No one important.

Was it possible he had been waiting for her?

**TOM RIDDLE'S DIARY**

December 24th, 1967

Bellatrix Black, a name I am unlikely to forget.
Since our first encounter, in May, that accidental meeting,
revealing more than any portrait or picture could. Her keen
senses, the magic that flowed through her with such strength,
like a rushing river. I was caught in the white water rapids, the
raging water that demanded more. The fire in her eyes betrays
her.
Now, I have met her again, after having 'chanced' a meeting with
the father at the ministry to procure an invitation to their ball,
(A very clever scheme on my part). Now, her power has only
grown, and her quick tongue flows more freely with listeners.

*

January 17th, 1968

Some may consider me obsessive. I despise the word.
Dedication is more apt.
In an official account, I might say that I chanced upon information
that Bellatrix would be going to the Hogs Head at such and such
times, or some other lie that would be acceptable, but this is no
official account.
The castle has eyes and ears of its own, and with the right price,
and a little charm, any information is at your disposal. An example
might be who someone's friends are, or what they do after a winning
game.
Finding a student to imperio was pathetically easy, and having him
steal the Malfoy and Lestrange boys' false age verifications was too
simple.
As I predicted, they asked Bellatrix to go, and so I sat and waited
for my trap to spring.
She was wary when I approached her; she would have to be foolish
not to be, and she is not a fool.
She was just as intrigued by me as I am by her, especially now.
I have no doubts she shall seek me out next, and I will be waiting.

Chapter 94: Sixth year, 1968- You've got life in a chokehold

Chapter Text

January 18th, 1968,

Sleep had evaded Bellatrix all night. Her hours had been spent tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. She looked at the clock; it was three am.

Bellatrix groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed, shivering as the cold floor touched her toes. She bit her lip and stood up, ignoring the chill as she walked to the bathroom. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and there was a faint light from the full moon through the window to guide her as she filled a cup with water.

As she drank, the cold water calmed her, and she accepted that she wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Now, Bellatrix allowed her thoughts to turn to Voldemort. The meeting seemed too odd for mere chance, and he almost seemed to have been waiting for her. But why would he? The question nagged at her. What did she have that he wanted?

His words echoed in her mind. You crave power,

Was she that obvious? Or did he know more than he should? Voldemort had her doubting her magic. Did her shields really work? What if there were a power greater than her aunt and parents? Someone more skilled in legilimens.

You can have it all, Miss Black.

She wanted it all. If he were more powerful, she wanted to learn it all, perfect it. Was that his offer? To have it all because he would teach it to her? Bellatrix felt the desire to test her skills against someone else; she needed to succeed, to be the best, but she needed someone more powerful to push her limit.

Could he teach her the last unforgivable? Could she have more with him?

The questions consumed Bellatrix. She would have to talk to him, yet how would she find him?

***

January 24th, 1968

"You look distracted," Rita said, causing Bellatrix to turn around and face her.

"It's late," Bellatrix defended, shooting a glance out the window of her room; it was too cloudy a night for the moon to provide light.

"You've been distracted for days, ever since the party." Rita countered, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Did something happen?"

"At the party? No," Bellatrix replied, trying to sound blasé about the whole thing. She didn't entirely understand the situation with Voldemort, and she wasn't going to tell anyone either.

"But before," Rita pressed, walking forward until she was right in front of Bellatrix. "Did it have to do with your family?"

"No! Merlin, drop it, Skeeter." Bellatrix snapped, pushing past her to get to the armoire.

Rita scoffed, glaring at Bellatrix's back as she selected an evening gown. "Does it have to do with Trelwaney?" She asked, spitting out the name like a curse. Bellatrix froze, her pale arms hanging in the air, holding apart the hangers as she wondered how much Rita knew.

"You know I haven't spoken with her since before your birthday," Bellatrix answered through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to dig her nails into her palms. "And you know I don't want to talk about this." She added,

"Well, if you didn't want to talk about this, then maybe you shouldn't have done it." Rita shot back, raising her arms in frustration, "I mean, Merlin, Bella!" she exclaimed, bringing her hands over her face as she huffed out an exasperated laugh. "It's always the same bloody argument,"

"You're the one picking it when you know the outcome," Bellatrix replied, turning to face Rita with a cold expression.

"Yes, it is my fault you are a frigid bitch who is incapable of emotion, or, Merlin forbid, empathy!" Rita shouted back, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Bellatrix stared at her with a stricken expression that quickly morphed into stone. "Fuck you, Skeeter," Bellatrix hissed. Rita's words always cut to the bone, and she knew exactly where to hit.

"You already do, love," Rita retorted, a mocking sneer contorting her mouth,

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Bellatrix spat, her eyes narrowing on Rita, "Get out," she ordered, her tone stern as her gaze remained fixed on Rita, who gave her a spiteful smile in return before turning on her heel and walking out. Bellatrix resisted the urge to throw a curse at her, but before she could really decide, the door shut, and Rita was gone.

***

January 25th, 1968

Bellatrix couldn't help but keep her eyes on Rita for the entirety of breakfast, though Rita seemed determined to ignore her.

As they were filing out of the great hall, Bellatrix slid up to Rita before taking her arm and pulling her out of the stream of students and into an empty corridor.

Rita crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, pointedly staring at the wall instead of Bellatrix.

"Don't be like that," Bellatrix chided, huffing out an annoyed breath as she surveyed Rita. "You can't possibly understand-"

"How difficult this is for you?" Rita finished, snapping her head around to glare daggers at Bellatrix, "Could you possibly imagine how it feels for me?" Tears welled in her eyes as her voice became caught in her throat. "Sure, it sucks that your family bears down on you all the time, and that you're supposed to be courting Rudolphus, or whatever excuse you want to give. I sympathize with you, I really do, and I have for the past six years I've known you, but you have never tried to understand it from my perspective." Each word came from Rita's lips like a hammer beating down.

"Right, because I'm just eternally selfish." Bellatrix shot back, scoffing,

"This isn't about you!" Rita yelled, "It isn't always about you! I love you, and you refuse to allow me to because you're too scared!" Her face turned red as she shouted at Bellatrix, having reached a breaking point. Tears began to flow from her eyes in frustration as Bellatrix stared at her with a stony expression.

"I don't know-" Bellatrix started,

"Yes, you do!" Rita interrupted, her voice cracking on the words. She took a breath, closing her eyes to compose herself, "You always know everything, and you know who you are, that isn't a problem, and you know it. You just can't accept it." She said, accusation laced her tone. "You think, if you just follow every rule your family sets, and are perfect all the time, you think that everything will go away; news flash, this won't. This relationship, this... feeling," She gestured between the two of them, "will chase you down for the rest of your life."

Bellatrix's eyes narrowed at Rita, even angrier because she knew Rita was right. Nothing she did would give her what she wanted. She couldn't have her family, power, and Rita. Maybe she could have two, but Rita would never fit into that equation.

"I can't feel like this forever, do not be foolish," Bellatrix hissed, "So either allow me to feel it for a while longer, or I will go and find Sybill." She added the last phrase just to fuck with Rita. It worked.

"You wouldn't dare," Rita refuted, stepping closer so that Bellatrix was hardly a few inches in front of her.

Bellatrix smirked, "I would," She replied confidently, her gaze dropping to Rita's lips before returning to her eyes.

Rita didn't wait another second before crashing her lips to Bellatrix's, grabbing at her hair as if she were trying to cause pain. Bellatrix's hands snaked behind Rita to pull her closer as she smiled against her lips, knowing she had won.

"It wouldn't be as good," Rita whispered, the words rushing together in her single breath as she began to kiss along Bellatrix's jaw.

"I love when we make up," Bellatrix replied, taking in a sharp breath as Rita's teeth grazed her neck.

"No, we're still fighting," Rita said, a smug smile on her face as her fingers began to unbutton Bellatrix's uniform top.

***

January 30th, 1968

Bellatrix's eyes were locked on Alecto, who had Alarice's head resting in her lap. Narcissa wasn't paying them any attention, and Rita was utterly unaware of Bellatrix's every move, too focused on her writing. Chloe was locked in discussion with Rabastian, while Amycus and Lucius played wizard chess.

"What house do you think you would've been sorted into if not Slytherin?" Rita asked, laying down her quill on the parchment, "I'm making a questionnaire, anonymous, of course." She added, shaking out her ink-stained hand.

"I hate to admit, but probably Gryffindor," Alecto answered, a grimace on her face

"Same," Amycus replied, not looking up from the board as he lost to Malfoy.

"I think I'd be a Hufflepuff," Chloe mused, "I'm too social,"

"You are," Bellatrix muttered, remembering when she had just walked up and introduced herself without prompt that one day. Her comment caused Rita to snicker as she looked at Alarice for her answer.

"Ravenclaw," Lucius called out, which made Bellatrix laugh and shake her head in disbelief.

"Not a chance," She rebuked, "You're not nearly smart enough, you'd be a Gryffindor." Bellatrix rolled her eyes, scoffing as Lucius spoke again.

"I'm insulted," He replied, feigning offense with a mocking expression,

"Then be glad there is Slytherin," Bellatrix shot back, shooting him a salty smile.

"Alarice?" Rita prompted, tired of the boring argument between Bella and Malfoy. She wanted to finish her chart,

"Ravenclaw," Alarice answered, not moving from her position on Alecto's lap, which made Bellatrix raise her eyebrows at Alecto, who shot her a look that screamed to drop it.

"I fancy I'd be a Ravenclaw," Rabastian said, leaning back on the couch with a smile.

"I think I'd be Hufflepuff," Narcissa added, and Bellatrix turned to her with a perplexed expression, having expected her sister to say Ravenclaw. Narcissa just sighed and her lips turned down, "I'm not incredibly smart like you, I'm good, but not clever the way you are, but I am loyal," She explained, feeling the need to justify her answer to Bellatrix.

"Then why not Gryffindor?" Rita interjected, always wanting the fullest answer.

"I'm not brave," Narcissa replied, looking down at her fingers as she compulsively cracked them. She didn't add what she was thinking, which was that Andromeda would've been sorted into Gryffindor; maybe she should've been.

"What about you, Skeeter?" Alecto asked, cocking her head as she turned the question around,

"Ravenclaw, I've already thought about it," Rita answered, shrugging her shoulders

"Why, because you write?" Amycus scoffed, rolling his eyes at her confidence.

"No, because I seek knowledge, it's only the fact that it's driven by ambition that I'm in Slytherin," Rita shot back, her tone sickly sweet to the point of patronizing as she countered Carrow's remark. "Also, the hat debated for a good five minutes whether I belonged in Slytherin or Ravenclaw." She added,

"Bellatrix, you didn't answer," Alecto interjected, quickly shutting down that conversation by directing the attention back to Bellatrix.

"I'd be Ravenclaw, but honestly, I would always be a Slytherin," Bellatrix answered with a slight shrug, but her eyes were fixed on Rita as she glared at Amycus with a fire in her green eyes.

You yearn for more, you crave power,

Bellatrix's eyes snapped up from Rita, looking around the room for the source of the voice, though no one else seemed concerned.

desire control; you need it.

Bellatrix's head spun back to her friends, but none of them seemed to have heard the voice. His voice. Of course, none of them heard it; they hadn't heard him say it, so she was hearing things. Right? That was the only explanation, unless her occlumency wasn't as good as she thought, but that couldn't be it.

She stood up so quickly that the blood rushed from her head, and Bellatrix placed a hand on the green couch to steady herself as her vision went black.

"You alright?" Rita asked, concern lacing her words as she stood as well, stepping closer to Bellatrix to see what was wrong. She lifted a hand to brush Bellatrix's hair out of her face, but Bellatrix smacked it out of the way, stepping back abruptly without looking up.

Rita looked at her with confusion as Bellatrix brought a hand to her temple, rubbing it as if she were in pain.

"I'm going to lie down, I don't feel well," Bellatrix said, turning her back to the group suddenly before walking away as Rita stared after her dumbfounded while her hand began to turn red from where Bellatrix had struck her.

"What's with her?" Alarice asked, now sitting up from Alecto's lap, while everyone stared at Bellatrix. This was weird, even for her.

"No clue," Alecto replied, her jaw clenching as she shot a glare up at Rita, assuming it was her fault. Rita glanced between her friends, and where Bellatrix had rounded the corner and disappeared, wondering if she should follow or leave her alone. "Just sit, Bellatrix is throwing a fit," Alecto added, motioning Rita to a chair, clearly wanting her to let Bellatrix storm off until she burned out.

Rita pursed her lips together, but sat. Bellatrix had made it clear she wanted to be alone, and Rita felt she should respect that.

Bellatrix had shut herself in her room, hoping to escape his voice, but it followed her.

You can have it all, Miss Black.

It grew louder, bouncing off the walls and echoing in her skull. "This is in my head," Bellatrix muttered, clutching the sides of her head, trying to block the sound.

As her eyes remained shut, he seemed to materialize in the dark. His clean-cut silhouette, from the leather shoes to the perfectly gelled hair. The image was engraved on the back of her eyelids.

Bellatrix made her way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and turned the cold water on, hastily undoing her hairpins as the tub filled.

***

Febuary 3rd, 1968

Bellatrix still felt like she was being watched, but she found the feeling intensified when she was alone, so for the first time in forever, she sought out constant company. She didn't fully understand why people wanted to be around her; she was surly, and bossy, and rude, and generally unpleasant, though most people were generally unpleasant and had their own flaws.

Sometimes she wondered if she'd get away with her behavior if she weren't a Black. Whether it was the money or the power that swayed people, she certainly got around a lot with the name alone, but she wondered if she'd have gotten it all without the name.

She certainly was smart enough; that had nothing to do with her name, though perhaps it could be attributed to the training she had received as a child.
Bellatrix figured she wouldn't be a prefect if it weren't for her family; she would have too many disciplinary infractions without people turning their heads because of who she was. She wondered if she'd be Quidditch captain; she was a good player, but was there a better choice?

All the insecurities seemed to stem from her interaction with Lord Voldemort. He had shown her she was not all-powerful, that she had much to learn. He had made her fear her own magic was not sufficient for the first time in a long time. He made her want to learn everything he knew.

"Bella," Narcissa snapped her fingers in front of her sister's face, stirring Bellatrix out of thought, "are you even paying attention?" She demanded, huffing out an annoyed breath.

"Do you really need me to?" Bellatrix ased, biting the inside of her cheek to distract herself from the pain in her head.

"Yes!" Narcissa exclaimed, slamming her paper down on the table. "I need to get an O on this presentation in Charms, or my next report will be an E, and mum is going to kill me, and probably have you hide the body!" She shrieked, her voice pitching higher with every word.

"Calm down, Andromeda is still breathing, and your notes are better than her's," Bellatrix reassured, rolling her eyes as she looked at her nails, which were too long again, so the points weren't strong.

"But I have to listen to her talk about how much better you are at school, and saying that you should help me, but you understand it so well, you can't explain it!" Narcissa ranted, throwing her arms up in the air, feeling free to do so in the privacy of Bellatrix's dorm. "And she's going to drag Andromeda into it and insist she's a bad influence when I hardly see her," She added, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Alright, go over it again, I'll listen this time." Bellatrix relented, leaning back in her chair and turning her full attention to Narcissa, who sighed in annoyance but began to present her project.

Bellatrix listened quietly, taking notes on a piece of parchment.

When Narcissa finished, Bellatrix slid the paper across the table for her sister. "Fix these things, otherwise it was good," Bellatrix said, watching as Narcissa's eyes scanned over the list of four or five things.

"You're sure?" Narcissa asked, folding up the paper carefully.

"I did the same project my 4th year," Bellatrix assured, waving her hand as if dismissing Cissa's concerns. Narcissa nodded before turning around to leave with her project. "Oh, and tell the team we are having practice tonight, since we have a game tomorrow," Bellatrix called out,

"Got it," Narcissa replied, flashing her sister a smile before disappearing.

As the door closed, Bellatrix let out a breath, and suddenly it was like the room had less air. The sharp pain in her head returned, impossible to ignore or soothe. She swore she heard a whisper, but as she walked around, the sound didn't rise or wane.

Bellatrix went to the door, needing to escape her room, which now felt stuffy. The corridor was dark and empty, the only light was the glow from the common room, probably from the window that looked out into The Black Lake. She desperately hoped one of her friends would be in their usual spots as she hurried down the dim hall.

There was only one student in the common room, and Bellatrix didn't know him, and continued on to the library.

Bellatrix didn't have any lessons; however, most students were in class, and only a few were out as well. Her brain remained focused on Voldemort, though it was less forceful as she strode through the castle's corridors.

Madame Pince shushed her as she rounded the corner, though Bellatrix didn't think she had made any sound approaching. She rolled her eyes and walked to the back of the library by the windows, where she usually sat with her friends.

Their corner was empty, and Bellatrix let out a sharp breath. It was frustrating to need to seek out company, but being alone was its own curse, which was a whole other kind of cruel, considering she preferred to be alone, until it was made insufferable for her.

Bellatrix scanned the rest of the library, turning in a slow circle. A figure caught her eye, and she stopped, her gaze fixing on Sybill, sitting between the shelves. Bellatrix blanched and turned around, trying to leave before Sybill saw her, but it was too late, and she walked away, but Sybill was at her side in a few seconds.

"Looking for someone?" She asked, falling into step with Bellatrix's fast pace.

"Not you," Bellatrix replied bluntly, keeping her eyes forward as she sped towards the common room.

"Ouch," Sybill replied mockingly, "you wound me," she said, a coy smile on her lips as her hazel eyes stared up at Bellatrix, magnified by her glasses.

"Clearly not enough," Bellatrix quipped, taking a sharp turn that forced Sybill to pause and go to her other side.

"Come on!" Sybill exclaimed, now a step behind Bellatrix, "Can we just talk, please?" She asked, sounding genuine, and Bellatrix slowed to a casual stroll, willing to hear her out. She owed Sybill that much.

"Well, talk," Bellatrix ordered, keeping her gaze away from Sybill.

Sybill looked at her feet as she spoke, "I don't have many friends," Bellatrix scoffed, and Sybill ignored her, "and that didn't bother me; it doesn't bother me, but I do occasionally want one." She said,

"Are you high?" Bellatrix sneered, "We were never friends," She said, stopping mid-step and crossing her arms.

"Whatever!" Sybill exclaimed, throwing her arms up, "I don't give a shit what bitchy crap you say, and you like my weed, at least admit that." She said, narrowing her eyes at Bellatrix, who shifted her weight.

"Fine, but that's not all you want." Bellatrix pointed out, gripping her forearms tighter.

"What, you think I want to shag you?" Sybill asked, tilting her head to the side, "Well, you're good, but I can actually respect boundaries, unlike some people."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bellatrix demanded, scowling, unable to determine whether it was a swipe at her or Rita.

"Nothing, just that I can be... there," Sybill answered, dropping her joking tone, and Bellatrix's heart skipped. There was no way she knew about what was going on; Bellatrix hadn't told anyone, but she just had the feeling Sybill knew everything, or at least a part of it.

"Why?" Bellatrix asked sharply, trying to hide the flash of fear that burned through her.

Sybill shrugged, "Maybe I need it," it was a lie and they both knew it, "a companion." The silence stretched between them for a few moments before Sybill spoke again. "Maybe you need it, someone to just be around, casually." She added, studying Bellatrix's face as she spoke.

"What were you doing here?" Bellatrix questioned, suspicion radiating from her.

"I wanted to talk to you, and I had a feeling you'd be here," Sybill answered, giving her a casual shrug.

"You were waiting for me," Bellatrix surmised, letting out a breath as she shook her head. Part of her wanted to go back to the common room and leave Sybill, but then she still had the problem of being alone.

"What if I promise not to speak unless you speak to me?" Sybill offered. "We can go to the library-"

"And be seen with you?" Bellatrix asked, raising her eyebrows,

"I figured you'd want a public place," Sybill explained, rolling her eyes, "but whatever."

"Well, if we're in the library, I can't smoke your weed," Bellatrix replied, and Sybill laughed. Bellatrix's lips quirked up in a smile, and a comfortable silence rested between the girls.

"There's a class in the divination tower, we can go to Astronomy," Sybill offered, pulling her tin case of fags out of her coat pocket enough for Bellatrix to see it.

Bellatrix's eyes flickered from the small container to Sybill's face, and she smiled, "You're bribing me," She accused, though she didn't sound mad.

Sybill shrugged, "Maybe I am," She replied playfully, "Is it working?" She asked,

"Maybe it is," Bellatrix replied, her eyes trailing back to the case. She didn't say anything for a long moment, and neither did Sybill.

Finally, Bellatrix turned around and began walking back the way they had come. "Where are you going?" Sybill asked, calling after her,

"Astronomy tower," Bellatrix answered, not slowing her pace.

Bellatrix remained silent for the entire hour until the bell rang. She kept Sybill at arm's length, taking extra care not to allow their skin to brush.

When the bell rang, signifying the start of the passing period, Bellatrix hopped up from the bench, not looking at Sybill as she cast the spell to dispel the smell of smoke before walking out.

She hated to admit it, but Sybill's quiet company had helped. Even when Bellatrix was tense, she could count on Sybill to act completely relaxed, and sometimes that was exactly what she needed. No pressure.

*

That evening, Bellatrix's hand stilled Rita's wrist as she got up to follow Alecto to their dorm. Rita paused for a moment, a look of confusion on her face as she looked at Bellatrix.

Bellatrix looked around; no one was in earshot. "Stay with me?" She asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. She could see the hesitation in Rita's expression.

"Trix, I have an exam tomorrow morning," Rita said, a remorseful expression on her face.

"I can help you study," Bellatrix replied, a seed of panic rooting in her chest. She needed Rita to stay with her; she couldn't be alone.

"I need to sleep," Rita answered, shaking her head, "I can't do that with you."

"I just need you there," Bellatrix whispered, "I just can't be alone," she added, looking at the floor. She longed to run her hand up Rita's arm, but there were still too many students around.

Rita looked at the stairs leading down to her dorm for a split second before her eyes returned to Bellatrix, and her decision was made. "All right," Rita replied, giving in to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix let out a breath of relief, knowing she wouldn't have to spend the night alone. Rita sat back down, and Bellatrix turned, heading for her dorm, knowing Rita would be following her in a few minutes.

Bellatrix was pacing back and forth in her room when Rita slipped in. The door cracked open slightly, and Bellatrix whirled around to watch, almost looking ready to curse whoever it was until she saw it was Rita.

Rita raised an eyebrow, looking Bellatrix up and down. "On edge?" She asked, though it was more an observation, and they both knew.

Bellatrix huffed out a laugh in reply, placing her hands on her hips.

Fifteen minutes later, the two girls crawled into bed and turned off the lights. Rita curled around Bellatrix, snaking her arm over Bellatrix's hip and laying her head on Bellatrix's shoulder.

Bellatrix traced her hand down the arm Rita had over her hip until she found her hand and laced her fingers through Rita's, letting out a breath of relief as she closed her eyes.

"I love you," Bellatrix whispered; a rare phrase for her, yet Rita cherished each time she said it as if it would be the last.

"I love you too," Rita replied, giving Bellatrix's hand a reassuring squeeze as her eyes fluttered closed.

Chapter 95: Sixth year, 1968- Nothing safe is worth the drive

Chapter Text

February 12th, 1968

Bellatrix kept herself busy. She spread herself thin to avoid any time alone so she didn't have to deal with the unshakable paranoia. Thankfully, class took care of most of that.

Logically, she knew she wasn't indestructible, but sometimes it felt like she could be. It was almost poetic that Bellatrix had spent her entire life solving her own problems, never wanting anyone else to help, and now, other people were the only solution.

Bellatrix knew it was getting out of hand; she felt like she was losing her mind, and she knew she needed to deal with the root of the problem. The issue with that was, she had no clue how to get to the root. Voldemort was like smoke, slipping through her fingers as it choked her. Bellatrix would find him when he wanted to be found, and no sooner.

She had been trying in vain to find the solution to whatever Voldemort had done, but she couldn't even find record of it being done before. Bellatrix was starting to think it was all in her head; that she was sick, and he hadn't done anything.

If it had been a spell, she would've felt it. What spells couldn't be felt?

Bellatrix flipped back to the table of contents in the book she currently had open on the library table. There were about 10 others in three neat piles. Narcissa had looked at her like she was insane when she had sat down, and Bellatrix had lied and said it was for an assignment in DADA. If she didn't believe Bellatrix, she pretended to.

There was nothing about spells that didn't have sensory effects in the contents, so Bellatrix slid the book away and opened the next one.

Bellatrix huffed, frustrated, as she closed the last book. She didn't want to talk to Madame Pince, but if she was going to find what she needed, it was her best shot.

"Be right back," Bellatrix muttered, pushing herself up from the chair. Narcissa nodded in acknowledgement and Bellatrix disappeared into the shelves. She wound her way through the tables to the front of the library where Madame Pince sat reading a book with her glasses low on her nose.

Bellatrix stopped in front of her desk, but the woman didn't look up.

"Excuse me," Bellatrix said, trying to keep her voice quiet.

"Sh!" Madame Pice hissed, raising a finger to indicate for Bellatrix to wait.

Bellatrix bit back her knee-jerk reaction, which was to insult the woman, but she shut up instead, because she needed help, and this was the least humiliating form of it. She crossed her arms and let out an annoyed breath as the librarian's eyes flew back and forth across the pages of her book, until suddenly, she stopped.

Madame Pince placed a mark between the pages and closed the book. "Had to finish my chapter," She whispered, looking at Bellatrix. "What is it?"

"I need a book that can tell me about curses that can't be felt," Bellatrix whispered, leaning closer so she didn't have to talk loudly. The librarian frowned and pursed her crinkly lips, not replying for several moments.

Without a word, she rose and began to walk to the shelves to the left; she beckoned for Bellatrix to follow her.

Bellatrix walked behind Madame Pince through rows of shelves for so long she was starting to think they were lost, until the librarian stopped in front of a shelf and pulled out a book.

"This is it?" Bellatrix asked, looking at the thin volume. It couldn't be more than 100 pages.

The librarian shrugged, "Specific subject yields limited results," she replied before turning on her heel, forcing Bellatrix to hurry after her so she could get back to where they were originally.

Narcissa looked up when she heard Bellatrix's footsteps walking back. Her eyes flickered to the single book in her arms. "You took a long time," She remarked, eyeing her sister as she sat down.

"Madame Pince has one book in the very deepest recesses of her shelves on the subject I need. I swear she led us in circles for a few minutes." Bellatrix said, gritting her teeth in frustration. It had been a lot of work for a very small amount of information.

"Then it better have what you want," Narcissa replied; her focus returning to her own work. She had noticed Bellatrix's new behavior; it would've been impossible not to. It was weird, having her sister wanting to spend every second with someone, but it wasn't unpleasant. Narcissa was able to be with her pretty much all the time, and now Bellatrix was welcoming of her presence.

It was nice to have a semblance of the old Bellatrix back, and Narcissa didn't really care what the reason behind the change was; she just hoped it would last. In her mind, it was a sign that Bella was getting better.

Selfishly, she didn't want to bring it up, because if it was a problem, then she would have to fix it, and Bellatrix would go back to her old self, which seemed intolerable now that Narcissa had had a taste of what she could be like.

Bellatrix flipped through the book, scanning each page carefully in search of any curse that could cause auditory and visual hallucinations.

While the curses in the book were interesting, none of them matched the one affecting her, and Bellatrix was out of patience.

"When is the next Hogsmeade visit?" Bellatrix asked, turning to Narcissa abruptly.

"14th," Narcissa replied, "Valentine's Day, remember?"

"Oh, right," Bellatrix muttered. It was one of the only consistent dates every year.

"Plans with your friends?" Narcissa asked, letting her quill drop from her fingers.

"No," Bellatrix answered absently, her mind focused on Lord Voldemort. Perhaps he would find her if she went to Hogsmeade; maybe he'd be waiting in the Hog's Head, and she could get her own questions answered.

Narcissa waited, but Bellatrix didn't say anything more. "Right," Narcissa sighed, returning to her writing.

***

February 14th, 1968

Bellatrix had sent her owl with a letter for Voldemort a few days ago, and last night, Jupiter had returned without her letter and without a reply.

"Is it cold?" Rita asked; she was getting ready to go to Hogsmeade with Bellatrix and their friends.

"A little," Bellatrix replied, throwing her jumper over her arm as she turned to Rita. Her hair was in that twisted half-up, half-down, and she wore a dark green turtleneck paired with a black skirt that fell just below her knee to reveal sheer black tights. As Bellatrix walked towards Rita, her boot heels clicked on the wooden floor.

Rita took in a breath, looking her over with slightly parted lips. Bellatrix just smirked and reached out with her slender white hand; slowly, she reached towards Rita until her fingers twined into the blonde hair.

Rita's heart beat in her chest the way it had the first time Trix had kissed her, except this time, she had Bellatrix.

Bellatrix brushed Rita's hair over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on the point where her nails brushed against the skin of Rita's neck, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Rita leaned in, just slightly, and Bellatrix pulled away with a cruel smile.

"Everyone will be waiting for us," She said, not even hiding the teasing tone in her voice. Bellatrix turned for the door, grabbing Rita's arm and pulling her along until they were through the threshold.

Sure enough, their friends were waiting for them in the common room.

The walk was cold enough that Bellatrix donned her jumper, but it was manageable, and warmed up considerably about halfway through the walk.

From the moment Bellatrix entered the town, she was looking over her shoulder, as if Lord Voldemort would jump out of the shadows. She chided herself for the foolishness, but deep down, she felt like he was there. It was like she could sense his presence... like he was in her head.

Bellatrix stopped cold right outside the Three Broomsticks, the realization hitting her. The whole time, it had been legilimens; it fit perfectly, though she had assumed her occlumency was better, that she would've at least noticed. Maybe he hadn't broken through her shields, but he was certainly pushing at them, and well enough that she hadn't noticed what was happening until now.

Her own legilimency skills were average; if a person had a strong enough shield, she couldn't puncture it, and if they had any, she couldn't push around without them feeling it.

"Bella," Rita's voice pulled her out of her trance, concern lacing her tone as she regarded Bellatrix like a dog that might attack.

"Yeah, sorry," Bellatrix said, moving through the door to join the rest of their friends, who hadn't noticed.

Rita was shooting Bellatrix concerned glances the entire time they sat in the pub, which Bellatrix pretended to ignore, though they made her plan of slipping off more difficult, now she needed an excuse, and a good one.

"Can we go to Honeydukes after this?" Amycus asked, his upper lip coated in foam from the butterbeer.

"You can't possibly have eaten all the candy you got last visit!" Alecto exclaimed, staring at her brother with an expression close to appalled. Amycus just shrugged and patted his stomach, causing Alecto to sigh in defeat.

"Honeydukes sounds good to me," Rita chimed in, shooting a sideways glance at Bellatrix.

"I'm meeting someone," Bellatrix said; technically, it was true, but she would lie if any other questions were asked. Her words elicited a round of catcalls and jeers from her friends. "Not like that," she added with a stern look.

"It's Valentine's Day, it is like that," Chloe replied, and Alarice nodded in agreement. Bellatrix just rolled her eyes,

"Whatever, think what you want," Bellatrix grumbled, looking down to avoid seeing Rita's reaction.

"She's courting, remember?" Narcissa said, defending her sister.

Both Bellatrix and Rita blushed at Cissa's words; their relationship was difficult enough without reminders of the barriers between them. Bellatrix looked up and shot Narcissa a look that said shut the fuck up, earning a confused frown from her sister, who had just been trying to help.

Rita wanted to get up; hell, she wanted to flip the fucking table, but she couldn't. Instead, she had to sit in silence with a polite smile while she was practically shaking in anger. She wished she could say she wasn't a jealous person, but she always had been and probably always would be. What was her's was her's and no one else's.

When everyone was ready to go to Honeydukes, Rita's hot chocolate sat untouched on the table, as did Bellatrix's tea. Having paid, they got up and headed for the exit.

In some silent agreement, both girls hung back from the group once they were out of the pub so they could talk privately.

As the others walked on, Bellatrix and Rita stepped off to the side, and Bellatrix could practically see the questions churning in Rita's green eyes.

"Where are you going?" Rita asked, crossing her arms, accusation clear in her tone.

"I can't tell you," Bellatrix answered, which didn't help to quell Rita's suspicions.

"What, you think I'll follow you?" She scoffed, and Bellatrix cocked her head, pursing her lips, considering that was exactly what she thought. "I could do that if I wanted to, even without you telling me where you're going."

"Then why ask?" Bellatrix demanded, resisting the urge to stop her foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Rita's expression softened, and her arms fell to her sides. "Because I wanted you to tell me." She replied, staring at Bellatrix with a hopeful expression for several moments. When Bellatrix didn't say anything, Rita looked away. "But you won't." She concluded, unable to meet Bella's eyes for fear of crying.

Bellatrix reached out for a moment before thinking better of it and pulling her hand back before she could brush Rita's face. She swallowed, curling her hands into fists to keep them firmly by her side. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words, but there were none.

"Please don't follow me," Bellatrix said finally; if Rita got hurt because of her, she'd never forgive herself; she didn't need Voldemort knowing Rita existed, knowing how much Bellatrix would do for her. But more than that, she didn't need Rita to see the side of her that power brought out.

Before Rita could form a reply, Bellatrix turned away and began walking at a brisk pace.

Rita was right about one thing; if she wanted to follow, all she had to do was transform, and Bellatrix would never know she was there.

Still, Bellatrix spent time taking detours that weren't necessary, and turning corners as abruptly as possible, in case someone was following her.

Eventually, she reached the long street that led to the Hog's Head. If Lord Voldemort was there, she hoped he'd see her and spare her the trip inside the dingy building. The fantasy dissipated after a few minutes of waiting outside without so much as a gust of wind to blow the leaves along, Bellatrix decided she needed to go in.

She pushed open the door and wrinkled her nose at the smell of sweat, vomit, and alcohol. Pushing down the putrid scent, her eyes scanned the customers in the room.

There were three men in the grimy pub. Her eyes glanced over them, searching for a hint of familiarity in their faces.

The man at the bar was too large, so Bellatrix's eyes skipped right over him, and her attention turned to the back of the bar where the other two men sat. The one in the far corner was shrouded in shadow so that it was impossible to make out his face, but one of his shoes was illuminated by the glow of a candle and revealed a pair of ratty old boots.

Bellatrix was starting to wonder if Voldemort was even here as she turned to the man furthest from her. His cloak concealed every part of him as his back was turned to her. It was a nice cloak, which gave her hope that it was him, but it wasn't like she could just walk up to the stranger, considering the probable chance it was someone else.

As she mentally debated her options, the man turned around, and his hood concealed every part of his face until he looked up, and his dark eyes met hers, his gaze cold and calculated.

You figured it out faster than I expected, his voice rang clearly in her head, and Bellatrix took in a sharp inhale, feeling the pierce of his Legilimens through her shields. It felt like an icepick splitting her head in two, and she lurched forward a step before regaining her balance and placing a hand on the side of her head as if feeling for the pain that was in her mind.

Voldemort pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing the rest of his face. His sharp features stared at her with a hint of amusement as she tried to regain her composure.

Your shields could use a little work, He mused, and now Bellatrix could truly see that his mouth hadn't moved. Though they are good for your age, I want them perfect.

Bellatrix clenched her jaw, pushing past the subsiding pain as she glared at him.

In a sudden motion, he stood and swept out of the pub, leaving through a side door Bellatrix hadn't noticed. Without a word, she followed him.

He led her into the alley behind the pub and whirled around dramatically to face her; his calm mask gone. Now, his gaze burned with an intensity that seemed a fraction away from out of control, and Bellatrix began to worry she had bitten off more than she could chew; still, she refused to back down.

"Then teach me," She said, stepping forward despite the instinct to run. She refused to be prey. "Make them perfect,"

He narrowed his eyes as his lip quirked up in a smirk, surveying her expression with curiosity before speaking slowly, "To perfect the art of occlumency, one must not only shield, but attack."

Bellatrix nodded, and he gestured for her to try again. She was hesitant, but fear of pain only strengthened her resolve. She visualized a shield of onyx around her and added sharp needles to the outside, covering every inch of black stone.

Now, she felt him creeping along her shield, searching for an opening, and she followed, ready to defend if there was one. Then, his mind recoiled entirely for a moment, leaving Bellatrix confused, until she felt the sharp pain once more, only this time it was worse.

Bellatrix gasped, falling to her hands and knees as every needle seemed to be shoved into her mind along with his weapons. Tears welled in her eyes as she let out pained breaths.

Lesson two, your shield can always be used against you once broken. That's why they don't teach you to add needles His voice seemed to slice her mind again, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

He watched for several minutes as she breathed in and out, preparing to stand as the pain turned to a dull throbbing that was manageable.

Now, with her feet beneath her, Bellatrix had to contain her rage. She wanted to curse him, to bring him to his knees instead, but she knew that wouldn't be wise.

"Again," He said, not giving her a moment to think. Bellatrix pushed her anger into her power, giving her a whole new flow of energy as her shield rose once more, onyx, and this time, a roiling ocean. She turned the water with her mind, giving it undercurrents and a roaring wind to churn it.

This time, when Voldemort felt the edge of her mind, he felt a freezing splash and recoiled. Bellatrix braced, willing her ocean to grow deeper as it raged, waiting for his strike.

Voldemort's smirk disappeared, and Bellatrix's courage grew. His brows furrowed, and a moment later, Bellatrix felt something breaking the surface of the water, and the current pulled it under, throwing it off course as it spun through the water.

Bellatrix smiled, in earnest now, having the waves throw him out of her storm, her shield perfectly intact.

"Clever," Voldemort mused, cocking his head as his gaze raked over her. He was impressed at how quickly she had learned; if this was how all their lessons went... With her thirst for knowledge and power, she was unstoppable, and it would tie her to him with a pretty little bow.

"That is all for today," He said, and before Bellatrix could ask him when they would meet again, he turned on his heel and dissaparated.

Bellatrix huffed, annoyed, but the feeling was short-lived. Not only would the torment he had imposed on her end, her shield was impenetrable.

**TOM RIDDLE'S DIARY**

February 14th, 1968

I've never seen an ocean used for a shield, but it worked, quite brilliantly.
The water stopped every attack, the current and waves ended every attempt
to probe the mind. Cold water, a perfect weapon wrapped in defense.

***

February 18th, 1968

Bellatrix found herself awaiting the next Hogsmeade visit with eager anticipation. Now, she was dejected that there were so few left in the year, which she had previously celebrated.

Narcissa was disappointed that Bellatrix seemed to have gotten over whatever plague had forced her to be social. She was back to her seclusion since it was hard to find Bellatrix unless she wanted to be found.

Narcissa felt guilty for not asking what was wrong when Bellatrix had been so on edge that she refused to be alone, but it wasn't like her sister would've revealed anything; she never shared her burdens.

Bellatrix was just grateful the headaches had ceased. She was also excited about the mentoring role Voldemort was stepping into. Walburga was too preoccupied with Sirius to continue teaching her more powerful magic, so the position was vacant.

Deep inside of her, there was a pull, like a rope tugging her to him, to the power that crackled in the air around him. She wanted it for herself.

Chapter 96: Sixth year, 1968- This love

Chapter Text

February 23rd, 1968

Andromeda didn't register the buzz of conversation in the hall as she walked to potions class, hand in hand with Ted. Her mind was focused on the feeling of his warm, strong hand fitted to hers. The way his thumb brushed her wrist comfortingly every so often sent butterflies through her, and though they had been dating for a while now, every touch felt like the first.

Until now, Andromeda had never known love. Not like this.

This love was real, and warm, and comforting, and she would do anything to keep it. Somehow, Ted had wormed his way into her heart, against all the cards stacked against them, and she loved him more than life itself.

*

In his common room that had welcomed her, Andromeda's head rested on Ted's chest as he sat around the fire with their other friends. That was love.

Laughter filled the cozy room, and every student had a smile on their face as they sat with their friends. That was love.

This life was filled with love.

It wasn't the cold, tough 'love' she had been taught. There was no fear, or shame, or judgment, and for the first time, she was understood.

Ted rubbed her back absentmindedly as he listened to one of their friends talk about some girl, and she smiled to herself. It was wonderful to be loved by him.

**

February 25th, 1968

Narcissa sat across the library table from Bellatrix, her blue eyes staring at her sister as she scribbled down an assignment. Narcissa stayed silent, knowing it was a bad idea to interrupt Bellatrix while she worked, but the moment her sister's quill was laid down, she spoke.

"I have to tell you something," She blurted out, staring at Bellatrix nervously.

Bellatrix looked up, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What?" She asked tentatively, positive it was bad news. Her mind ran through the worst scenarios, all including Sirius.

"I ran into Andromeda the other day," Narcissa said, watching her sister's expression carefully. Bellatrix tensed, her lips quirking down; somehow, she couldn't be relieved it didn't involve Sirius. "She was with Ted, the-"

"Mudblood, I know," Bellatrix finished, spitting the words out with venom, "the point?" she demanded.

"I'm concerned, they are closer than I thought. I know mother says it is a passing fancy, but it doesn't seem like it." Narcissa admitted, the confession rushing out of her.

Bellatrix scoffed, though she shared Narcissa's worries. "And what do you want us to do?" she asked, her voice rising to a shout, "Would you like me to punish her myself?"

Her words hit Narcissa like a volley of arrows, reminding her of every time Bellatrix had done exactly that, and Bellatrix immediately regretted her words as tears welled in her sister's eyes. She stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on Narcissa's arm.

"Oh, Cissy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," Bellatrix said in a hushed voice, pulling her sister into a hug when Narcissa's hand folded over her own.

"It's okay," Narcissa mumbled, her words muffled against Bellatrix's shoulder, but she didn't let go or loosen her hold, not ready for the moment to end.

She was still worried about Andromeda, but the subject clearly upset Bellatrix, and she had done so much to shield them as children, so Narcissa decided to shield her from this.

 

Andromeda didn't share the same concern for Bellatrix. She certainly loved her sister, she always would, but as much as Bellatrix had protected them, she only ended up becoming just like them and feeding into the same system. Andy thought Narcissa was naive, especially when it came to their oldest sister. Bellatrix didn't need protection anymore; she had become the threat.

The more she thought about it, the more Andromeda realized the hard truth: she needed to get out, and she couldn't save anyone but herself. Leaving had to be a personal decision; she couldn't make it for anyone.

***

March 1st, 1968

Now that Andromeda had made up her mind to leave, that seemed like the easy part, though in reality, she had grappled with the idea for months. Now she needed a plan.

Technically, she could leave; get up in the middle of the night, and sneak off to Ted. He would agree instantly, and she had sort of met his parents through a telephone call a few times when they went to Hogsmeade; they were nice people, and she liked them a lot.

That wasn't the problem; the problem was that there was no way Druella and Cygnus would just let her leave. No matter where she went, they would find her and drag her home by the hair to be kept under lock and key until she died.

It was an impossible situation, and she was failing to find a solution.

**

March 3rd, 1968

Bellatrix tried her best to keep Sirius and Andromeda far from her mind. No good came of it, and her worrying didn't change their behavior, so it was a waste of time.

Narcissa couldn't help worrying about them, but she feigned indifference for Bellatrix's sake; she pretended she wasn't looking at Sirius laughing with his friends across the great hall, or that she didn't notice Andromeda walking hand in hand with Ted through the corridors.

Sometimes, Narcissa wondered if she should say something, in case Bella was blind to it, but then she remembered it was Bellatrix, and she never missed anything, so if she was ignoring it, it couldn't be that serious.

*

Andromeda wanted to figure it all out herself; she didn't want to burden Ted, he was doing enough already, but she was at a dead end. Every scenario she played out ended with her locked in some room for the rest of time, like a mad person; that was the only reason she decided to involve him.

Ted was on board the second she told him she wanted to leave, and he assured her he'd do whatever it took to get her out.

"I'll break down the door and steal you away in the middle of the night if I have to." He said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Andromeda smiled, "Sweet, but I don't think that would work. No way is overpowering them going to work," she replied, placing a hand over his; just his touch was enough to calm her down.

"Have you seen me duel?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully,

"We can go challenge Bella now..." Andromeda offered, smirking as she watched the amusement fade from Ted's face.

"Yeah... no, thanks." He said, making a scared face, "She's terrifying in general, and I've seen her duel." Ted shook his head, "There's a reason she never has a partner."

Andromeda laughed, "Now imagine that without any rules," she said, lying down beside Ted. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her to his chest immediately, and she smiled.

"It's not like she follows the rules here anyway," He muttered, his chin resting on the top of her head. Andromeda didn't respond, and Ted hugged her closer. "She'll probably be head girl next year," he added with a yawn.

"That'll be a reign of terror." Andromeda scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I don't know, she doesn't really care about being a prefect." Ted replied, "It's like the teachers who let kids screw around in class."

"Either way, I want to be gone before that happens," She said monotonely; if she told 8-year-old her that she avoided Bellatrix as much as possible, she wouldn't have believed it.

"You don't want to finish school?" He asked, "I thought you liked school."

"I like school because it isn't home," Andromeda corrected, "but I'm not super book smart, and that's ok, I have other talents." She tried to smile reassuringly, but Ted didn't buy it.

"Don't run away from Hogwarts because of your family." He advised; there was nothing but compassion and love behind his eyes when he looked at her.

"I don't see a way for me to stay where I don't get dragged back. Plus, I don't think I'd be able to look any of them in the eyes." She replied, swallowing back a wave of sadness and shame.

"Okay," Ted said softly, "after OWLS, you'll be done." Andromeda smiled and yawned, closing her eyes and comforting herself in Ted's strong arms. "I love you," He whispered,

"I love you, too," Andromeda replied; no matter how many times he said it, it always sent a flurry of warmth through her. It was so nice to hear.

***

March 6th, 1968

"I'm actually going to cut open Bellatrix's head and take her brain for myself," Chloe groaned, covering her face with her hands. "That's the only way I'm passing this potions exam."

"That's dramatic," Alecto replied, rolling her eyes as she flipped to the next page of her notes, but Chloe's hand shot out and grabbed her's.

"Look at my notes! I don't understand a bloody word of them!" Chloe screeched, earning them stern looks and shushing from the other students who were looking over their shoulders for the librarian to appear and kick them out. Chloe paled in embarrassment and sank further down into the wooden library chair.

Bellatrix shot a look at Alecto, pleading with her to fix Chloe, who was clearly having a mental breakdown.

You do it Alecto mouthed back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd like to keep my head intact," Bellatrix sarcastically whispered so Chloe wouldn't hear, causing Rita to snicker and Alecto to roll her eyes, but she placed a hand on Chloe's back anyway. Part of it was that Bellatrix didn't want to deal with it, but the other part was that she knew she was ill-equipped to. How was she supposed to tell her friend it was ok to fail when she never did and never would?

"It'll be ok, even if you fail, it's one bad grade," Alecto said, "it doesn't mean everything."

Bellatrix knew that Alecto had said the correct thing. She could've said it herself, but how could it even seem genuine coming from her lips?

"Yeah, Alecto's right," Rita added, "I failed, like, my last three exams. I swear they're making them harder. It's not even NEWTS year!"

Bellatrix scowled, "You failed three exams?" she asked. Rita hadn't told her that.

"Well, one was in Herbology, the other was in Charms, and then Magical musical theory, so only one was a real class," Rita justified with a smile, "hardly even counts."

"I could've helped you study," Bellatrix countered, "You and I both know your results are better when you study with me."

"Right, we know, you're brilliant, cheers." Rita snapped, and everyone just stared at Bellatrix, waiting for her response, but she just frowned.

"I didn't mean it like that." She replied, staring at what seemed like a new side of Rita.

The silence that followed felt endless. No one dared say a word, not even to divert.

Finally, it was Rita who spoke, "I know," she whispered, lowering her eyes.

Bellatrix stared at her questioningly, but instead of explaining, Rita stood abruptly, mumbling that she had to go before turning on her heel and walking away as fast as she could without running. Bellatrix was too surprised to follow her for a few seconds, still wondering how it had gotten to this point. Sure, her comment could be taken as a little pedantic, but it was true, and Rita had taken worse with a stony face.

"What the hell just happened?" Chloe asked, still looking between Bellatrix and where Rita had disappeared around a corner.

"No clue," Alecto replied, though her gaze remained fixed on Bellatrix. It was times like these when Bellatrix really wished no one knew, but there were too many times she needed someone who did know, and Alecto was the safest person.

"Maybe she's having a bad day," Alarice offered, trying to comfort Bellatrix and excuse Rita in one sentence.

"Whatever," Bellatrix shot back, "doesn't matter," she said, though it clearly bothered her. She wanted to go after Rita, but was too scared it would raise questions, so she vowed to find her the moment they left the library.

*

Bellatrix had to force herself to stay with her friends as they made their way to the common room instead of running ahead to check for Rita. They seemed to walk extra slowly, but Bellatrix was certain it was her impatience causing an illusion.

Once they made it through the entrance, Bellatrix's eyes scanned the room for Rita, but she wasn't there. Bellatrix contained her disappointment and excused herself to her room, using the excuse of putting her books away when her friends asked.

As she made her way down the corridor, Bellatrix thought about where to search for Rita. She wasn't the type to hide away, so Bellatrix didn't exactly have previous references to look at. If Rita had ever hidden, it had been in Bellatrix's dorm.

Bellatrix turned the key, and the door to her dorm swung open to reveal Rita sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed. Bellatrix jumped, startled, not expecting to find her waiting there since the door had been locked.

"Merlin," Bellatrix cursed, quickly stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. She slid the key back into the lock and twisted it until she heard a click, then turned back to face Rita; at least she hadn't had to search for Rita very hard, though she should've expected it.

"How the hell did you even get in?" Bellatrix asked, setting her bag down on the desk. Rita cocked her head and just stared in response. "Oh, right," Bellatrix muttered, remembering she could just turn into a beetle and slip through some crack.

Bellatrix walked to stand in front of Rita and crossed her arms, waiting for her to speak.

The silence spanned between them, seeming to put miles between them instead of steps away, and the knot in Bellatrix's gut grew with each passing second. It felt like the sword dangling over her head was about to drop, but she couldn't bear to move herself from the throne.

Rita's gaze was cold and calculating as she regarded Bellatrix. It was so different from the frustrated concern Bellatrix was used to seeing when Rita was angry.

"Are you going to say something?" Bellatrix demanded, growing defensive in response to Rita's callous manner, and her own cold walls slid into place.

"Like what?" Rita replied, raising her eyebrows,

"Well, you're in my room, so either talk or leave, because I have nothing to say." Bellatrix retorted, mentally scratching the entire plan to reconcile with Rita now that she smelled blood in the water.

Rita stood up abruptly and stepped towards Bellatrix, stopping just a breath away. "Of course, you have nothing to say, you never have anything to say," She spat, glaring at Bellatrix with poison in her gaze.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bellatrix asked, her voice low and threatening,

"You're unbelievable!" Rita exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration, "6 bloody years! I've loved you for 6 bloody years and you've put me through the wringer for all of them! I've loved you since I knew you, Trix! No matter how difficult you make it, or how much you hurt me, and..." she paused, taking a breath as her throat tightened with tears, "And you don't even see it." she finished, her voice hardly above a whisper.

"Right, in all of this, you're the victim because I didn't love you soon enough." Bellatrix scoffed, her lip curling into a snarl, "I should feel sorry for you, because you have suffered so much, pining after me for so many years. That's how you see it, right? Well, you don't know anything!" She shouted, mentally casting a muffling charm so no one would hear the argument.

"You have no clue!" Bellatrix continued, "There are so many parts of my life I don't even remember because either someone else Obliviated me, or I Obliviated myself just so I wouldn't have to deal with whatever crap had happened! I notice the fuzzy gaps and my sloppy work from when I was a child, trying to erase every bad thing."

"I get it, your life has sucked, but you're the one clinging to it with all your might, and it doesn't give you the right to hurt everyone else." Rita retorted, shaking her head.

"You don't get it!" Bellatrix shot back,

"Then tell me!" Rita shouted, "Let me understand, I want to understand you, but you just ice me out." She took a step forward, her gaze softening as she regarded Bellatrix with more sadness than anger.

Bellatrix was at a loss for words; she wanted Rita to know, to understand, but it was too much, too awful. "I can't," She admitted, looking down,

"Bullshit!" Rita yelled, smacking her hand against the wall. Tears welled in her green eyes, and her lip quivered; no matter what, she didn't want Bella to leave, but it was so hard to stay.

Bellatrix took a deep breath; she wouldn't cry, not now. "You want the bloody story?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage, "Fine, here it is, everything Sirius said was true, our parents discipline us with curses, even unforgivables. They taught me the spells themselves and then had me punish my sisters. I've had so many people screwing with my head that I can't always tell what is real and what isn't. My Uncle-" Her voice caught in her throat, like the words refused to come out.

The tears she swore wouldn't spill flooded her eyes, blurring her vision. Bellatrix took a shaky breath and continued, "He would get me alone, and make me help him. Told me that he'd hurt the others if I said anything." She shook her head ruefully, "He lied, he did it to all of them too, and I was stupid enough to think I was protecting them by keeping my mouth shut."

They fell into silence, the weight of Bellatrix's confession weighing on them.

Finally, Rita spoke, "Leave."

"It isn't that simple," Bellatrix replied, her hands clenching into fists.

"Trix, they're awful! Tell someone!" Rita shouted, trying to beat sense into Bellatrix.

"No!" She screamed, "No one can ever know, I can't betray them like that. No matter what, they're still my family."

"How can you want to protect them?" Rita demanded, "I want to kill them myself for you!"

"They love me," Bellatrix replied, shaking her head,

"That isn't love," Rita retorted, reaching a hand out to grasp Bellatrix's. "Someone who loves you wouldn't hurt you."

"Someone who loves me is the only one capable of hurting me," Bellatrix said, pulling her hand back. "That's how I know you love me."

"Then you're idea of love is wrong," Rita replied, staring at Bellatrix sadly for a few moments.

"I stand by my family; you can accept that, or leave, because I will always choose them," Bellatrix stated, hating the vulnerability she was subjected to now that Rita knew her secrets.

"No," Rita said, shaking her head, "You will always choose yourself." New tears dripped down her cheeks, washing away the stains of the old ones.

"I love you," Bellatrix whispered, "But I want my life, I've earned my life."

"Then you don't love me as much as I love you," Rita retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Would you give up journalism for me? Are you willing to live a secret life because that's what I want?" Bellatrix asked angrily, refusing to be held to a false standard. Rita's silence was answer enough. "Right, so don't lie to me or yourself." She hissed, the new fire in her eyes, turning her tears to steam. "If I make it so hard to stay, then walk away."

Rita recoiled as if she had been hit, but Bellatrix's expression didn't falter, and with a resigned sigh, she turned around. "I hope you get what you want," She said, not looking back as she walked out. Her words knocked the air from Bellatrix's lungs, and she was frozen until the door clicked shut behind Rita, then the tears began to pour. She would get what she wanted, but she needed Rita.

***

May 7th, 1968

Bellatrix expected Rita to ignore her the next day, but instead, she acted as if nothing had happened. She laughed and spoke as usual, and sat next to Bellatrix in the common room and at meals. It was so strange, Bellatrix began to wonder if she had imagined the argument.

She was finally able to catch Rita alone for a moment before dinner, and she pulled her into a corridor branching off the main passage to the Great Hall.

"What is going on with you?" Bellatrix demanded, narrowing her eyes at Rita, trying to figure out what angle she was playing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rita replied coyly,

"Don't play stupid," Bellatrix snarled, "You know what I mean." She wondered what Rita's strategy was: to make her feel guilty, or remorseful?

"What? You want me to be angry?" Rita snapped, throwing her arms up, "I mean, Jesus, Trix, you aren't going to change, and I'm not going to stop loving you, even when we fight; besides, we always make up, and I don't want to waste time stroking my pride." She said, staring at Bellatrix with a mixture of exasperation and longing.

Rita was angry, but at the situation, not at Bellatrix. She couldn't be, not after what Bella had told her, but Bellatrix wouldn't accept her sympathy. She was frustrated that Trix refused to leave and that the life she had planned did not include her, but she wasn't mad.

The other reason she was forgiving Bellatrix was more selfish. She was painfully aware of Sybill's watching eyes on them at all times, waiting for the next time when Bellatrix would stumble back to her, and the only way Rita could prevent that was to make sure Bellatrix had no reason to want anyone else.

"I don't want you to be angry," Bellatrix replied, softening slightly, "I just-" she trailed off, her eyes communicating an apology she could never voice.

"Your duty, I get it; I mean, I don't understand it, but I know," Rita replied, crossing her arms as she looked to the wall.

Bellatrix was quiet; her eyes roaming over Rita's face.

Finally, Rita spoke, "Do you want to go get food?" She asked, a weak smile plastered across her face.

***

March 10th, 1968

Bellatrix found it more difficult to pretend nothing had happened, but after a few days of Rita being unaffected, she was able to put it aside as well.

***

March 14th, 1968

"Voila!" Ted exclaimed, bounding into the common room, waving a book above his head. He nearly ran into a few second years as he rushed over to where Andromeda sat with their friends.

"Ted!" Andromeda shrieked, laughing as he practically fell onto her in his haste to sit down. He laughed and rolled off of her, landing right beside her on the golden couch. He slung an arm around her and presented her with the book he had brandished in the air.

"I give you..." he paused for dramatic effect, "my own personal annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice, my favorite muggle book."

Andromeda's eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open, "I don't think I've ever read a real muggle book before," She said, reaching out tentatively to touch the cover, almost expecting it to be completely foreign, but it felt just like any other book.

Ted watched her expression of wonder with a smile, glad that Andy enjoyed his present.

"I'm going to start it right now," Andromeda declared, opening the old, but well-kept book to the first page. She recognized Ted's handwriting in the margins and wondered if she would find his observations and notes more interesting than the actual text.

Ted chuckled and slid an arm around her waist, and his heart fluttered as Andromeda relaxed against him. It was times like this when he knew he'd do anything to keep her there.

***

March 17th, 1968

Andromeda was absolutely engrossed in the world of Muggle Victorian England. She hardly put the book down, always wanting to read one more chapter or note Ted had left.

In a few days, she was more than halfway through, and if she wasn't reading, she was talking to Ted about it.

"What part are you at?" Ted asked, motioning to the book as Andromeda sat down for lunch.

"Lydia has run away now, and everyone is freaking out," Andromeda replied, carefully placing the book in her bag before serving herself some food.

"I never understood why everyone flipped out, like it was bad, but it's Lydia," April said, shaking her head,

"Well, because if one of the sisters did that, it ruined the reputation of the others, and they wouldn't be able to make favorable matches," Ted explained, dishing more peas onto his plate.

"That makes more sense," April agreed, "I thought it was because they loved her too much for her to leave, which was confusing."

Suddenly, a lightbulb went on in Andromeda's mind, and her eyes snapped to Ted with urgency, who raised an eyebrow in question.

Andromeda looked at the rest of their friends, who were no longer paying attention, April having joined the other conversation, and leaned in so only Ted could hear. "I think Lydia has given us our plan," She whispered, unable to contain her smile.

"Ruin your reputation by running off with me so they have no choice but to let us marry?" He whispered back, an equally big smile spreading across his face.

"I'll have to do more than just run off, I need something binding, something that can't be hidden that would ruin Bella and Cissa as well," Andromeda replied, biting her bottom lip as she contemplated.

"Something like a pregnancy?" Ted asked, a mischievous smirk replacing his smile.

"Exactly," Andromeda said, an impish glint shining in her own eyes.

Chapter 97: Sixth year, 1968- Our secret moments, in a crowded room

Chapter Text

March 20th, 1968

"Have you spoken to Andromeda lately?" Narcissa asked, and Bellatrix raised her eyes from the notes she had been studying.

"No, why?" Bellatrix replied, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "Did something happen?"

"No, I just figured you'd be helping her, with OWLS." Narcissa said, and suddenly she felt like she was talking to her mother instead of her sister. Bellatrix's cold demeanor seemed to erase the familiarity Narcissa once had with her oldest sister.

Bellatrix's lips turned down in a grimace. "She doesn't want my help; if she does, she can ask." She huffed.

"But-"

"I try my hardest to think of Andromeda as little as possible since worrying is of no use." Bellatrix interrupted, cutting Narcissa off before she could say anything else.

**

Narcissa tried to brush off Bellatrix's sour mood, to pretend it had nothing to do with her, and that she was having a bad day, but it was getting to the point where every day was a bad one, and it was hard not to take it personally.

Later that day, after Bellatrix had snapped at her again, this time for her posture, Narcissa broke, and tears welled in her eyes. Bellatrix pretended not to notice, and Narcissa hurried off, trying to get to her dorm before she was fully sobbing.

As she made her way down the long corridor, lip trembling, a voice called out from behind her, and she turned around. Through the blur of her tears, she hadn't seen Alice sitting on one of the benches, but the Gryffindor had noticed her and the red around her eyes.

Narcissa wiped a hand across her face as Alice stood and walked towards her. "What do you want, Foretescue?" Narcissa demanded, channeling strength to conceal her moment of weakness.

"To know if you're alright," Alice replied, a kind look in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm fine," Narcissa sniffed unconvincingly, and Alice just cocked her head, looking her over.

"You're clearly not," Alice returned, "And I want to help," she added,

Narcissa scoffed, "I don't need or want your help," She sneered, but her cruelty didn't deter the girl.

"Cut the crap, Naricissa, you're no Bellatrix, meanness doesn't suit you." Alice deadpanned; she wasn't one to mince words.

"You don't know the first thing about me," Narcissa hissed, stepping forward, as she had seen Bellatrix do in arguments. Alice took a step close as well, which threw Narcissa off, since Bellatrix's enemies always stepped back.

"I'm not scared of you," Alice said, and Narcissa felt like her soul was open to her discerning brown eyes; it was uncomfortable.

"You're scared of Bellatrix," Narcissa returned, trying her best to imitate Bellatrix's glare.

"Who isn't?" Alice replied, her lips quirking up in a smile, and Narcissa noticed the way her eyes seemed to light up. "Anyone not scared of her is a fool, but you aren't anything like her, and that's a compliment."

Now, Narcissa was truly angry because no matter what, Bellatrix was her sister, and she didn't take kindly to anyone saying a bad word about her, even if it was true. "What if I wanted to be like her?" Narcissa demanded, her voice rising with the color in her cheeks. "She's brilliant and strong, why shouldn't I be like that?"

"You are, but you're also kind; I didn't mean to insult you, or her, but you shouldn't want to be like her, and I don't think you do," Alice observed, and again, Narcissa felt like an open book. She checked her occlumency, just in case, but Alice was no Legilimens.

Narcissa fell silent, unable to think of a retort. She wasn't used to anyone talking to her so freely; then again, she was usually with Bellatrix, who warded off anyone and everyone, even those closest to her. The silence stretched between them, and tears filled Narcissa's eyes once more. She bit down on her lip to stop them from spilling over.

Alice's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on Narcissa's arm. She thought about pulling away, but as Alice's warm, steady hand touched her, a wave of calm seemed to wash over her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alice asked, speaking as if to a small child. Narcissa shook her head, fearing that if she spoke, she'd start crying in earnest. Alice nodded sympathetically, "Okay," she murmured, and took a tentative step forward, scared Narcissa would turn and flee like a spooked deer, but she didn't, and Alice wrapped her arms around her.

Then, the dam broke, and Narcissa burst into tears, leaning her weight on Alice, not caring that it was weak, or that she hardly knew the girl, or that she was a Gryffindor, because somehow, she felt at home. It was a new sensation, and she wondered if it was what people meant when they said they missed home because she just knew that she'd miss it the moment Alice let go.

But Alice didn't let go; she held Narcissa as she cried, and then some more.

Finally, Narcissa pulled away, and Alice let her go. Now, regret flooded Narcissa; she despised herself for the moment of weakness, and without a word, she turned on her heel and briskly walked away. Alice didn't follow, and Narcissa was even more frustrated that she wanted Alice to chase after her. She hardly knew the girl, and yet she seemed to have carved a place in Narcissa's heart.

***

March 30th, 1968

"Once this year is over, we do it." Andromeda said, her mouth set in a grim line, "I can't stand another summer with them. I don't care if I have to drop out, I'll get my OWLs, and then I'll write and say I'm pregnant, and go home with you."

Ted's arms tightened around her, hugging her closer. "Ok, whatever you want," He said, kissing the top of her head. "I'll drop out with you, we can start our careers, there are jobs that only require OWLs," He added,

"No," Andromeda protested, "You're so smart, and good at magic, you can get your NEWTs, I'm too stupid."

"Don't say that, you're brilliant," Ted replied, "don't underate yourself."

"Fine, but you're still smarter; you shouldn't let me hold you back," Andromeda said, leaning her head against his sturdy chest.

"Eh, I'm done with this bloody school anyway; I don't have anything without you, Andy, you're my girl." He responded, "I'd bring down heaven and earth for you."

Andromeda chuckled, "I don't deserve it."

"You do, you've earned a good life, and I want to give it to you," Ted replied.

***

April 3rd, 1968

"You smoke too much," Rita said, shaking her head as Bellatrix blew another cloud into the air.

"You would too if you had as much to forget," Bellatrix shot back, closing her eyes as the high rushed through her. Rita sat at the desk in her room, finishing an assignment while Bella was lying on the bed. "At least these smell better than the fags," Bellatrix added before taking another hit.

"I wouldn't say better," Rita replied, wrinkling her nose, "Just different,"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. Sybill never complained about her smoking, but then again, she smoked twice as much. "We all have our vices," Bellatrix said,

"And what is mine?" Rita asked, turning around in the wooden chair to look at Bella, with her beautiful raven hair fanned out on the bed.

Bellatrix thought for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as if it would have an answer. After a long pause, she replied, "Me. You always come back,"

"Even with the hangover," Rita muttered, turning back to continue her work.

*

When night fell, Rita climbed into the bed beside Bellatrix, and in the dark, it was always easier for Bellatrix to open up.

"I hate everyone except you," She whispered, and a blossom of love bloomed in Rita's chest. The admission was worth more than gold to her.

"I love you," Rita replied, placing a soft kiss on Bella's collarbone.

***

April 5th, 1968

Narcissa averted her eyes from Alice in the hallways, unable to face her, knowing the soft side she had shown her. Still, Alice's warm smile and kind eyes were fixed in her mind. Narcissa found herself thinking of Alice every second of the day, and when Alice wasn't looking, Narcissa would sneak glances.

She began to notice things, like the way Alice's hair was too short to pull back, so her face was always framed by her chin-length bronze hair.

Little did Narcissa know, Alice did see every stolen glance, because she had always watched Narcissa from her peripheral vision. Initially, Alice had attributed her interest to Narcissa's beauty. Her blonde hair and blue eyes stood out, but more than that, her face was delicate and smooth, like that of a painting. Everything she did, she did with an easy grace, and she unconsciously drew people's notice, though she never meant to. But, as time went on, Alice realized her feelings were more than platonic. She found herself eagerly awaiting the next time Narcissa would cross her path, though she never dared to talk to her directly.

Now, Narcissa had noticed her as well, and Alice allowed herself to hope. She suspected something was going on between Rita and Bellatrix, but she kept it to herself, knowing how dangerous such a rumor could be. Took one to know one, apparently, or perhaps Alice was just more observant than other people. Still, now she dared to imagine that Narcissa could be like her.

***

April 7th, 1968

"Mind if I join you?"

Narcissa looked up, startled to find Alice standing across the library table, book in hand, with a big smile. Before Narcissa answered, Alice placed her things down and sat..

"I didn't say yes," Narcissa pointed out, finding her voice again after the initial surprise. Her cheeks flushed, embarrassed for some reason. It was uncomfortable to know that Alice had seen such a vulnerable side of her, and she was worried it would be brought up.

"You didn't say no," Alice replied, tilting her head to the left the way she did when she was being playful. "If you do want me to go, I will," she added solemnly, worried that Narcissa would actually ask her to leave.

"It's fine," Narcissa huffed, pretending to go back to her work, though she was actually just watching Alice through her lashes. Alice pretended not to notice, and Narcissa was thankful she didn't bring up their previous meeting; she just sat there quietly offering Narcissa companionship.

After about an hour of neither of them talking, Narcissa stirred. "Bellatrix will be coming soon. She likes to read over my essays before I turn them in. You should go." She said, looking around nervously, expecting her sister to materialize out of the shadows.

"Alright, well, see you later," Alice chirped, as if they were old friends. It was weird, but strangely, Narcissa found that she didn't mind.

*

"Lost cause," Frank said, not looking up from his book as Alice walked into the common room.

"How do you even know?" Alice demanded, plopping down on the couch across from him.

"The stupid smile on your face." He replied, closing whatever he had been reading, "You know that her sister will curse you into next year if she sees you speaking with Narcissa, right?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "Bellatrix can be reasonable."

"Do not say her name in the sacred Gryffindor common room," Sirius' voice rang out from where he sat with his friends at the fireplace,

"Stop eavesdropping, you little troublemaker! Your last prank cost Gryffindor 20 points!" Frank exclaimed, tossing the book at Sirius, who dodged with a laugh, bumping into James and knocking over Peter's chess game.

"Stop yelling then, I'm sure they can hear you in the dungeons!" Sirius shouted back, a mischievous grin on his face as he pushed his black hair back from his face.

Frank rolled his eyes and turned back to Alice, "No clue how they are related," he muttered.

"Andromeda is nice," Alice replied, "She's friends with Ted and that lot."

"She still scares me; last week, I ran into her in the hall, and I thought it was Bell- her sister until she smiled," Frank replied, glancing over to make sure Sirius wasn't listening, but he was wrapped up with his friends.

"Well, Narcissa is different, I can just feel it," Alice said, her gaze getting that far-away quality that she adopted when she thought of Narcissa.

Frank was the only one who knew she was queer; she dated boys openly, but all her female relationships were secrets for obvious reasons. Frank only knew because he had literally walked into the broom closet where she had been snogging another girl, and it had been the most terrifying moment of her life, but Frank hadn't cared. She had never asked if he liked boys, but it was possible.

"Sure, keep chasing that dream," Frank replied, shaking his head and accioing the book he had thrown at Sirius.

"Oh, I will, and you'll walk into that closet someday," Alice retorted with a smirk; the whole situation had turned into an inside joke.

*

"Cissa? Are you even listening?" Bellatrix demanded, her annoyance clear in her tone,

"What? Sorry," Narcissa replied, pulling her mind out of the daze,

"Seriously?" Bellatrix snapped, "Why do none of you ever listen to me?!" She yelled, slamming her fist on the table in anger before getting up and storming off, not even bothering to grab her things.

Narcissa looked around, as if something else had been the cause of her sister's outburst. It had happened so quickly that she hadn't had time to react, and as she looked back, she just saw the flutter of Bellatrix's robes as she rounded the corner, exiting the library.

Bellatrix wasn't sure where she was going. She didn't want to see Rita, or Alecto, or any of her friends. Today, everything was rubbing her the wrong way. She missed her lessons with Lord Voldemort, who hadn't sent any word since their last meeting. Bellatrix was starting to wonder if he had forgotten about her, or simply found someone better. Both were unbearable.

It didn't seem like an accident when Bellatrix found herself at the foot of the divination tower. Her feet had led her where her mind refused to, but screw it.

The cloud of smoke hit her as she opened the hatch to the tower. Sybill's voice followed, "Well, well, well, look who decided to grace me with her presence, what have I done to deserve such an honor from the Miss Black?" She drawled, her voice taunting as she held out the lit joint in her hand for Bellatrix to take.

"Shut up, and give me the bloody bag," Bellatrix snarled, throwing a sack of coins into Sybill's lap.

"And here I thought this would be a personal visit..." Sybill tsked, leaning her head against the windowsill, not moving.

"Keep dreaming," Bellatrix shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched as Sybill lazily reached into her bag and pulled out a metal jar before tossing it to Bellatrix, who slowed it with her wand and guided it into her hand.

"You could've caught that," Sybill remarked, taking another drag. Bellatrix didn't reply, just cast an invisibility spell on the jar before slipping into an inner pocket of her cloak. She turned to leave, and as she climbed back down the ladder, Sybill called out once more. "You'll get angry or bored with her soon enough,"

Bellatrix would've gone back and cursed her, except that was what Sybill wanted. Any attention was good attention, and Bellatrix refused to give her what she wanted.

***

April 12th, 1968

Bellatrix's nose wrinkled as the Gryffindor Quidditch team walked into the great hall to the cheers of their housemate, although they hadn't won the cup since Bellatrix joined Slytherin's team. Still, everyone was excited for the game against Ravenclaw. Her eyes landed on Sirius, who was decked out in red and gold; she figured he did it just to spite her. Well, he wouldn't be laughing when they returned home, and Walburga found everything out. He still hadn't begun to grasp Occlumency, and Bellatrix certainly wasn't going to help him.

"Do you have any work?" Rita asked, her voice low enough that only Bellatrix heard her. Beneath the table, Bellatrix's thigh was pressed against Rita's, sending unintentional sparks through both of them. It was always exciting to have a secret no one else knew about; the forbidden fruit tasted sweeter.

"No," Bellatrix replied softly, her head tilting towards Rita almost imperceptibly.

"Bella, are you going to the game? I'm commenting," Alecto asked, her eyes darting between Bellatrix and Rita.

Well, a secret only one other person knew about, but Alecto had her own secret.

"Trix is going to help me study. I'm desperately lost in History of Magic, which I do need a NEWT in, unfortunately." Rita replied, nudging Bellatrix beneath the table.

"Yeah, sorry, besides, the only matches I go to are the ones where we play." Bellatrix agreed, hiding her smile; Rita was amazing in that class because she could write anything with enough conviction that her reasoning was impeccable, even if she didn't have every fact memorized.

"I'm going," Narcissa chimed in, pushing her potatoes around the plate,

"Really?" Lucius asked, "Since when do you care about Ravenclaw?"

Narcissa blushed imperceptibly, knowing that it wasn't for Ravenclaw at all, or Gryffindor, but for a certain chaser on the team. She wanted to watch Alice from the stands for once instead of from the air, when she had to be focused on the game.

"She's going to keep me company in the stands," Alarice explained, "Since Alecto is going to be in the box." She shot a smile at Narcissa, who returned it tentatively. Cissa had always felt like an outsider in the group; they were Bellatrix's friends, not her's, and in a little over a year, they'd be gone, and she'd be alone.

She would've thought making friends would be easier for her, but people assumed she was snotty or stuck-up; Bellatrix's reputation didn't do her any favors either. All the children she had been friends with in childhood were in Bellatrix's year, and the girls in her year didn't care enough to get to know her.

After breakfast, which Bellatrix miraculously made through without cursing Sirius, nearly all of the students headed out to the field to watch the first of the final games of the year. Next, they would both play Hufflepuff, and whoever won the most games would compete against Slytherin for the house cup.

Since it was such an important game, even the Ravenclaws that had already begun to study for exams abandoned the library to cheer on their team, and the Slytherin common room was empty, because whoever Gryffindor was competing against was who the house rooted for. Besides, out of all the houses, Ravenclaw was the second best.

Still, even with the common room empty, Bellatrix was careful, and she kept up the studying charade until they were safely behind the doors of her room. Then, Rita let her bag drop from her shoulder as Bellatrix's lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Rita gasped as Bellatrix's cold fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt, sending a shiver through her.

Bellatrix's lips kissed along her jaw as she slowly undid the buttons of Rita's blouse. "History of Magic? Don't you have an O in that class?" Bellatrix teased, her words muffled as she latched onto Rita's neck, leaving messy kisses, though careful not to leave a mark where clothes couldn't cover it.

"They don't know that," Rita whined, her hand wrapping around Bellatrix's waist, needing more. Bellatrix hummed against her collarbone before moving back to her lips, kissing her with fervor as she slid Rita's shoulders out of the shirt.

"There's a lot they don't know," Bellatrix replied, her eyes flickering down for a moment as her heart rate quickened. Every moment with Rita felt like hours, every touch sent shocks through her, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more; she was hungry for more.

*

In the stands, Narcissa clapped as Ravenclaw scored again. She was still sitting with Slytherins after all, even if she wanted to cheer whenever Alice scored, or when she didn't. Maybe it was stupid, and she didn't understand it herself, but she had put on some makeup in case Alice did see her in the stands.

When she flew past, Narcissa swore their eyes met, and a smile spread across her face, but she was gone just as quickly as she had come. Still, it was exciting and unfamiliar.

The way she twisted on a dime while speeding through the air was almost graceful, and her wind-swept hair only added to the slightly wild look about her. Now, in the sun, Narcissa noticed how her hair had traces of gold and red in it, like her jersey. It suited her.

Alarice's eyes were fixed on Alecto; she was paying more attention to the commentary, or more specifically, the commentator, than the actual game, and she didn't notice that Narcissa's eyes followed Alice, not the ball.

*

Ted's hand felt steady and warm around Andromeda's as they watched the game, cheering for every point, no matter who scored in true Hufflepuff fashion.

"I still don't understand how Quidditch works," Andromeda admitted, "besides, I'm terrified of heights."

Ted laughed beside her, "It's not like there are that many rules," He replied,

"There are four bloody balls!" Andromeda exclaimed, "I don't know where to look."

Ted pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I watch the quaffle, the red ba-"

"I know which one is the quaffle, cheers," Andromeda shot back, rolling her eyes, "I'm not entirely helpless,"

"You sure?" Ted asked playfully, earning him a light smack,

"Certain," Andromeda replied, grinning. It didn't matter what was happening; Ted was always able to make her smile; more than that, he made her happy.

***

April 17th, 1968

Bellatrix made up some excuse about getting books to go to Hogsmeade. She had assured Rita it would be a quick trip and that she just wanted to take a walk outside the castle to keep her at Hogwarts. She hadn't told anyone about Lord Voldemort, and she didn't want to.

The more time that passed, the more she began to wonder if he had been a dream, because, had he been real, wouldn't he have contacted her? Still, Bellatrix wasn't going to give up, so she went to the one place he might be.

She hoped no one spotted her walking to the Hog's Head; it wasn't a proper place by any means, and the students weren't supposed to go into the bar for obvious reasons.

Cloak hood up, she stood in the alleyway branching off from the bar where she had last met with him. The air seemed colder, like it was January instead of April, and Bellatrix shivered. There was no crack of apparation, but Bellatrix felt the slithering tendrils of legilimens disrupt the calm of her water, and immediately, she whipped around, searching for him as she churned the sea in her mind into a roiling ocean that would drown the strongest sea creatures.

His dark eyes met hers as she felt his mind withdraw.

"Well done," He said, his low voice seemed to echo through the narrow alleyway.

"There was no crack," Bellatrix replied, "You weren't here before, and you apparated without any sound." She observed, narrowing her eyes at him.

A smile spread across his face, "Because it was not apparation," he replied, his voice gliding like silk over her skin, seeming to envelop her. "Once you have mastered the first, I will teach you the second, one not taught, because only I know how to do it."

The promise of knowledge was the best lure for Bellatrix, and knowledge that was privy to few was even more alluring to her. She was always searching for an upper hand, regardless of any rules. Cheating is only cheating because not everyone can be as powerful or as resourceful.

He took a step forward, lessening the distance between them, his gaze raking over her slowly, and Bellatrix felt her heart in her throat. How could he be terrifying and enrapture her at the same time? He was enigmatic, and that drew her in all the more; the taste of danger was sweet on her tongue.

"You know your unforgivables," He mused, his tone somewhere between delight and something she couldn't quite place.

"My third is weak," Bellatrix admitted, thinking of how she couldn't even cast the killing curse on vertabres.

"In time, child," Lord Voldemort said, "there are too many watching eyes while you remain at school, but our lessons will continue once you've graduated."

His words made Bellatrix's stomach sink. He wouldn't teach her anymore.

"Do not be discouraged," He added, seeing her face fall, "I expect great things from you, Bellatrix, do not be in such a rush, you have your own... distractions."

And before she could ask what he meant, he turned and vanished in a dark wisp of smoke. Bellatrix's heart battered against her ribs as her breath came in short gasps. Sure, he said he would continue teaching her, but Merlin knew all that could change in a year; he could decide she wasn't worthy, perhaps he already had. Beneath the hurt, anger bubbled up, and Bellatrix screamed through gritted teeth in frustration, sending sparks flying from her wand and at the brick wall to her left, leaving a dark black mark.

She was angry, angry at Walburga, at her family, at him, at herself. Why did every mentor seem to abandon or betray her? It wasn't fair; she was better than everyone, she had done things no one else had at ages when it should've been impossible. She was more grown-up than half the adults she knew, and yet he called her a child. Everyone seemed to call her a child, but only when it was convenient for them. She hadn't been a child in a long time. She hadn't been a child since Orion had locked her in the study, telling her that if she ever said a word, her sisters would pay. She hadn't been a child since her parents had her turn her own wand on her sisters, a punishment for both of them wrapped up in an illusion of important responsibility.

No, Bellatrix hadn't been a child in a very long while, yet when it came to her life, everyone found it easy to see her as such. No one listened, and no one cared what happened as long as she continued to play her perfect part. She never said a word, and Orion still hurt her sisters. She hadn't been able to protect them until it was too late, and they would all live with those nightmares forever.

Bellatrix would be combative, Andromeda would be defiant, and Narcissa would be scared, but deep down, it was all the same damage, and everyone had turned a blind eye because it wasn't a pretty sight.

She followed every rule, did everything right, and she wasn't any freer, not really, but what other option was there? She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Trapped between the uncertain and the unforgivable; bound by her loyalty and duty; unable to leave, but how could she stay?

Walburga would've taught her as much as she knew, but it wouldn't be enough. If anything, it would bind her to the family more. Lord Voldemort was a way out; with him, she wouldn't be a prize to be traded or a bargaining chip for an alliance. She would have power, she would have influence; she wouldn't be second to Sirius. Bellatrix needed him, and he had left; who knew how good his promise was? Was he a man of his word? He seemed more than a man to Bellatrix; man wasn't sufficient enough for someone so powerful.

*

When Bellatrix finally returned to the castle, Rita was pacing at the front door in agitation. She stopped suddenly as she saw Bellatrix heading up the path, and as their eyes locked, Rita hurried down the stairs to meet her.

Bellatrix was still mad, but now she had been given a chance to calm down. She knew there was nothing she could do; she couldn't force him to teach her, she just had to trust that he meant what he said, and in the meantime, try her best to further her knowledge herself.

"Where the hell have you been?" Rita demanded, she was mad as well, "You said it would be a quick trip, three hours is not a quick trip!"

"I'm sorry if you were worried," Bellatrix snapped, her apology disgenuine. She hated being questioned.

"I passed worried two hours ago," Rita quipped, "I'm furious! What in Salazar's name were you doing?"

"What's it to you?" Bellatrix shouted; she was done taking people's crap for the bloody week. "Are you my keeper now? Merlin Skeeter, lay off!" She snapped, pushing past Rita to walk up the stairs.

She heard Rita's footsteps behind her and sped up. She wanted to be done with people for today.

At some point, Rita had stopped following her, but Bellatrix continued at a brisk pace all the way to her dorm.

*

Rita didn't usually smoke, except when it would be inappropriate to get drunk, and she desperately wanted not to feel.

To her relief, Alecto, Alarice, and Chloe had gone down to dinner, so when she entered, she could break down into tears without question. Every part of her was terrified of Bellatrix slipping away. She was like smoke, there, but unable to grasp, and the smallest breath sent her away.

Bellatrix was the strongest and yet most delicate; perhaps volatile was a better word. Narcissa was delicate, but the word didn't fit with Bellatrix. She wasn't breakable, she was destructive, explosive. People were careful around her because she was a bomb ready to go off, and no one wanted to get their head blown off. Only Rita was stupid enough to stay so close, like the people who put their homes at the base of a volcano because the flowers are the prettiest.

Bellatrix lashed out; she hit whatever was closest to her, and that was Rita.

As tears ran down her face, she opened the window with a flick of her wand, letting a breath of fresh air in as she pulled a fag from her nightstand and placed it between her lips.

As she blew the smoke into the night, she wondered how many times she would let herself get burned. Sometimes, it was hard not to hurt Bellatrix back; she knew she could, and a lot of times she wanted to, but it wasn't a fight she would win, and Bellatrix was not forgiving.

Deep down, Rita knew she would let Bellatrix burn her forever. She couldn't leave, couldn't untangle herself from the tendrils of Bellatrix Black. She didn't want to leave either; without Bellatrix, how would the world spin?

***

TOM RIDDLE'S DIARY

Magic runs through her blood like platelets; she is more powerful than even she knows,
and she is damaged, though that same damage makes her strong. Her loyalty runs deep
once won, and her allegiance still lies with her family. Their support will be key, and the
Lestranges as well. An army is to be found within her circle.
Underestimation is the greatest mistake everyone has made with her. As with all things
that one desires, absence elevates the insatiable craving, and in this way, her hunger shall
grow and fester deep inside her, and when I return, her allegiance will be stronger, and her
eagerness to please greater, for fear of my disappearance.
The way to control Bellatrix Black is to hold power over her head, promising more, even when
she has gained it all. Her hunger drives her, and a starving animal is dangerous, but it loves
the hand that feeds it. She will bend, her destructivity shall be contained and harnessed,
and control of such a weapon will guarantee my rule.

Chapter 98: Sixth year, 1968- Good thing I like my friends canceled

Chapter Text

April 17th, 1968

Maybe Bellatrix should've worked harder to reconcile with Rita when they fought, but her pride always got in the way, and Rita didn't broach the subject; she just went on as normal, as if they hadn't fought, which suited Bellatrix fine. Still, both of them found it difficult to fend off the resentment that clawed at the bars of its cage, nourished with unresolved arguments and harsh words said in anger.

It was a shaky foundation at best, and explosive at worst.

Neither wanted to bring up the clear issues because they both knew that the problems couldn't be resolved, and it was harder to delay the inevitable when they spoke about it. Bellatrix would get defensive, and Rita would cry, and nothing would change, so they ignored it and pretended everything was fine, because wasn't it more important to have each other?

It was hard to love someone like Bellatrix. She was complicated, and messy, and deep, and destructive, and Rita loved every bit of it. She didn't love Bellatrix despite her flaws, but she loved her for her flaws. The anger she had inside of her, her temper, her cruelty; she was like a tempest, and it was the most beautiful thing Rita had ever known.

Rita liked to think she was easy to like, but everyone was nice when Bellatrix was the other end of the spectrum. The truth was, Rita made just as many enemies on her own. She was a terrible gossip; no secret was safe with her, and even when people stopped telling her things, she had a way of finding out. Sometimes she was just in the right place at the right time, and if there was an opportunity to listen through a cracked door, she took it. Other times, she drew secrets out of people; perfectly phrased questions that made it impossible to lie; her mother used to say she'd make a great solicitor. When all else failed, she had another trick up her sleeve.

Being an animagus had its perks; being a tiny animagus was ever better. Rita could slip through the smallest openings in her beetle form, and no one ever noticed her.

Little did Bellatrix know, Rita was a smooth liar, and when she promised she never spied on Bellatrix, that was a lie. The number of times Rita had been listening in, hidden in some dark corner, was uncountable.

Rita told herself it was necessary; how else would she know where she stood with Bellatrix? She was so closed off, even to the people closest to her. Sometimes Rita wanted to kick herself for revealing her secret to Bellatrix, but it had been third year, and she hadn't had the foresight or knowledge that she now possessed. Still, since Bellatrix knew, she had to be even more discreet because just the sound of fluttering wings made Bella's head snap in that direction. She also had picked up the habit of using mufflato with practically every conversation she had.

For a while, she had tried to trust Bellatrix; to take her at face value and believe her word. She told herself that it was the right thing to do, but deep down, her reasons were selfish. Bellatrix's secrets weren't like everyone else's. Her's were deeper, darker, uglier. Rita could guess at what happened to her at home from the bits and pieces Bellatrix told her, and it made Rita sick. Rita wanted to push it, but it just pushed Bellatrix further away, so she had to ignore it. Bellatrix snuck away when they fought, and Rita didn't follow in case she saw something she wished she hadn't. She never followed until now.

It was nearly midnight when Bellatrix got up from her bed, and for the first time, Rita followed. She had been sitting in the common room, turning into her animagus form any time she heard someone going down the stairs. Finally, Bellatrix descended, and when she had closed the door, Rita took flight and slipped through a small opening in the stone she had found years ago.

She just saw Bellatrix rounding the corner of the long hallway that led from the castle to the Slytherin common room as she made it through. Bellatrix walked so quickly when she wished to that it was impossible for Rita to crawl after her, and in a silent castle, the sound of the wings seemed louder than an alarm, so she had no choice but to turn back to her human form and follow along behind Bellatrix as quietly as possible. She could've used a silencing charm, but it was a lot of work to keep up while she was too focused on other things.

The longer Bellatrix walked, the more anxious Rita grew. Since she found out about Sybill, Rita had always had the nagging feeling that she was not the only secret girl Bellatrix screwed around with. Sure, Rita had the benefit of being seen with Bellatrix as friends by everyone else, but that didn't matter to her if Bellatrix wasn't hers.

Rita knew the way to the Ravenclaw tower, and the more turns Bellatrix took, the more her heart sank. In the back of her mind, she knew she had always known, but proof was certainty, and certainty was the death of hope.

When Bellatrix opened the door to the divination tower, one of Sybill's haunts, Rita almost turned back, but the glimmer of hope that maybe Bellatrix was going for something else made her follow. Now that Bellatrix couldn't lose her, Rita turned into her beetle form and crawled up along the wall.

When Bellatrix was through the hatch, Rita stopped, staring up at where she had disappeared. The muffle of a silencing spell blocked out the fall of Bellatrix's footsteps, and Rita knew she would have to go inside.

The wooden hatch had enough space between boards for her the shimmy through, and that was exactly what she did, counting on Bellatrix to be too focused on Trelawney to notice her.

As soon as she was through, Rita scurried to hide on top of the books in the mahogany bookshelf. Now, she could hear the conversation.

"Trouble in paradise?" Sybill drawled, taking a drag of the blunt between her fingers.

"Oh shut it," Bellatrix snapped, crossing her arms. She was still standing a few feet from Sybill, giving Rita hope that maybe she was just here for the smoke.

"You know we never fought," Sybill replied, her lips quirking up into a smirk that made Rita want to slap her.

"Because you aren't important enough to argue with." Bellatrix retorted, "We aren't friends, we are hardly acquaintances."

"My acquaintances don't usually know how I taste," Sybill quipped, and Rita found satisfaction in the fact that Bellatrix looked like she might actually curse her.

"Just give it to me so I can go," Bellatrix demanded, her teeth clenched.

Sybill rolled her eyes, picking a bag up from beside her and tossing it to Bellatrix, who caught it deftly.

Without another word, Bellatrix turned around and opened the hatch, descending back the way she came.

Rita waited a few seconds before flying out the open window that Sybill was blowing smoke out of. She was determined to make it to Bellatrix's room before her.

It was a much faster journey when she only had to fly to the windows of Bellatrix's prefect room, and as always, her window was cracked just enough to allow Rita inside. It was the closest thing to an invitation Bellatrix would give.

When Bellatrix turned the key in the door, Rita was sitting on the bed, legs crossed.

Bellatrix faltered for a moment, a look of surprise on her face, but before she could say anything, Rita rushed to her, crushing her lips to Bellatrix's.

***

April 24th, 1968

Bellatrix knew she was feared, possibly even despised by some, but she didn't care, considering the people who didn't like her were so far below her as to be negligible. She knew that Rita was hated, though; it was part of her appeal, what made her interesting. Bellatrix knew that her sisters didn't like Rita, and most of their friends didn't like her much either, namely Alecto, but being liked was overrated; to Bellatrix, it was just a sign of weakness, because if you had to be nice, it was because you couldn't afford to have people hate you, or you cared too much.