Rosabella Black |Daughter Of Sirius Black| (Book 5)

The Beetle's At Bay

Rosabella's Point of View:

After being in the past and being able to sleep for the past month, this practicular sleepless night was hit harder then others. I snuck back into my dorm in the morning and took some wakefulness potion but I felt like a Zombie. However what I discovered this morning wake me up immediately. When Hermione’s Daily Prophet arrived she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page, and then gave a yelp that caused everyone in the vicinity to stare at her.
   
“What?” Harry, Ron and I said together.
Hermione looked at me and her eyes filled with tears.

    "Ro, I —" Hermione tried to say but her breath caught in her throat.

So, instead she spread the newspaper on the table in front of us and pointed at ten black and white photographs that filled the whole of the front page, nine showing wizards’ faces and the tenth, a witch’s. A witch whose face has haunted me for years. Some of the people in the photographs were silently jeering. Others were tapping their fingers on the frame of their pictures, looking insolent. Each picture was captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.

Antonin Dolohov

Convicted for the brutal murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

Augustus Rookwood

Convicted for the leaking of  Ministry of Magic Secrets to He Who Must Not Be Named.

But my eyes were drawn to the picture of the witch. Her face had leapt out at me the moment I had seen the page. She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly in the picture, though I had seen it sleek, thick, and shining in the picture Kreacher kept of her. She glared up at me through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. Like Dad, she retained vestiges of great good looks, but something — perhaps Azkaban — had taken most of her beauty.

Bellatrix Lestrange