𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑮𝑬𝒀 | Bellatrix Black

Chapter Four

Ignoring the judgemental stares from strangers, Bellatrix continued to walk down the streets of London as the rain poured down from the gloomy sky.

An elegant, yet simple, black dress wrapped around her malnourished body. The white lace stood out in the dull streets, black hair rested on her shoulder. A black clock, with silver patterns on the edges at the bottom of it, covered her from the touch of icy raindrops.

Coughing when the smoke from chimneys began to come to close to her, faces gawked at her as if she was an animal in a Zoo. Whispers spread around her like a wildfire; Everyone knew who her family was, and judged her as if she was the next one to join their wicked schemes.

Swiftly turning right, her home now stood in front of her. The curtains blocked anyone from peeking inside, but the faint sound of yelling slipped out through the open window.

Steading her breathing, and gently knocking on the wooden door. In an instant, an ugly creature stood in front of her with a small smile on it's face.

"Bellatrix, where the hell have you been?" Her mother demanded, her wand tucked into the pocket of her dress.

"I went out for a walk, and got lost so I stayed in a hotel for the night." Bellatrix said, not meeting her mother's eye.

Decideding to deal with her later, Druella ordered her to go up to her room and stay there until tomorrow mid-day.

Catching the sight of her family's house elf cleaning up bloody stained broken glass, Bellatrix rushed up the stairs as quickly as she could in heels. Wet footsteps trailing behind her, as the shouting she heard earlier continued.

"Narcissa?" Bellatrix called out, opening her sister's bedroom door only to see a mortifying sight. Her sister frozen still on the ground, covered in the reek of blood.

"Narcissa!" She screamed, as she knelt next to her sister trying to shake her awake. Two sets of footsteps raced up the creaky steps, calling out for the two girls.

"Call St.Mungo's!" Bellatrix demanded.

As quickly as she arrived, the four of them apparated into the hospital for magical people. The doctors and nurses immediately taking over, people stared at the wailing mess of Bellatrix and the heartless expressions on her parents faces.

She couldn't lose Narcissa, she couldn't lose another sister. She wouldn't allow Narcissa to die, not here, not now. Yet she knew, not even Merlin or Morgana could stop death.