Bellatrix

Untitled Part 4

A/N

I just realized the last chapter was rly short sorry! I'll try to make this one longer!!!!!

I woke up and jumped out of bed. Pulling my robes on, I sent a death glare at the girl I had met the previous night, and then took the stairs two at a time to the common room. Our common room was so gloomy. The only windows showed that we were under the Great Lake- and everything was black and green, creating an eerie atmosphere which I hated with all my might. I wished, I wished, I wished, I had been put in Griffindor. 

I headed to breakfast, and sat down at the Griffindor table next to James. 

He looked at me weird. "Um... you're not really supposed to sit here." 

"You think I care? Listen, the hat is totally prejudiced. We should be able to decide our future, instead of it being made for us. I mean, who knows me better than myself?" I sighed. "I wish I was in Griffindor with you guys..." 

Sirius sat down next to me. "Hey, cousin. Sup?"

"Not Slytherin. Slytherin is down quite a few flights of stairs, actually- and then you find you're actually in the great lake. It sucks." 

"Don't be a pessimest. I mean, look! Breakfast!" Sirius's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a handful of bacon. I raised my eyes at him.

"There's such thing as a fork." 

Sirius grinned. "Not when I'm this hungry!"

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"Argentum!" I tried again, but the matchstick remained, unfortunately, a matchstick. The boy next to me, concentrating hard, waved his wand. 

"Argentum!" he whispered, and his matchstick turned into a sleek silver needle, pointed on the end. 

I focus and looked at the matchstick. "Argentum!" I whispered just like he did- and it turned slightly silvery and pointy. 

"Hmph." James rolled his eyes, and waved his wand. "Argentum!" he cried, and I winced. His matchstick cought fire. 

"Told you I'm better than you." I grinned.

"Actually," said the boy next to me, "I'm better than him, seeing as you copied me." he grinned and stuck out his hand. "I'm Remus, by the way. Remus Lupin." 

I shook it. "I think we can all agree most everyone is better than James."

"Hey!" James frowned. "Perhaps you're better at turning matchsticks to needles, but I can assure you I am much better when it comes to," he winked at the girl beside him and she giggled, "... seducing the ladies." he said with a smirk. 

"Ha... ha... ha. Let me remind you the only reason I agreed to look you in the face for an hour was so Sirius would have to give you a galleon. 

"Ah, shut up. All da other ladies, besides Bellatrix."

"Bella." I said, irratated. 

"My name isn't Bella!" he said, feigning horror. 

"Please tell me you did not just dad joke her." Remus grinned.

"What is a dad joke?" I frowned. 

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, confused. "How do you not know what a dad joke is?"

"My dad is a Black. He's more the kill-all-muggle-borns type than the make-jokes-with-your-daughter-type." I frowned.

"Wait... are you slytherin?" Remus asked, looking like he wanted to inch away.

"Yup, unfortunately." I looked down at my shoes. "It's not fair!" I complained. And then I suddenly got up. "You know what, I'm not standing for this! If I don't want to be Slytherin... well, then, I don't have to!" 

I storm the way to Dumbledore's office. 

"Password?" asks a gargoyle.

"I-am-very-mad-my-name-is-Bellatrix-Black-get-out-of-my-way-or-you-will-wish-you-had-never-been-chiseled!" 

Sure enough, the door swung open. Dumbledore looked up from a bunch of papers. "Bellatrix Black." he smiled. "What a pleasant suprise." 

I put on my polite face. "Er, proffessor Dumbledore, sir..." I wasn't quite sure what to say, once I got up there. "Er, I was placed in Slytherin yesterday. And... I don't think that's fair, that a hat is allowed to decide someone's fate. The hat could be prejudiced. I believe we should be able to choose our own fate. Instead, I have been labeled as a cruel and heartless death eater who will do anything to get what she wants." I stare resolutely at him.

"I see you as neither cruel, nor a heartless death eater, Ms. Black," Dumbledore begins, "But have you noticed that your determination- the very most trait of a Slytherin- brought you up here."

"Or maybe, Proffesor Dumbledore," I stated angrily, "It was bravery that made me come up here!" 

"I'm sorry, Miss Black. The hat's choice... is final."

"That isn't fair." I choked out. "No, it isn't. I just... I don't want to be a death eater but if I'm in Slytherin they will make me. I will have to marry Lestrange, I will have to kill people. I can't do that, proffessor Dumbledore. You cannot make me."

Dumbledore sighed. "I may be able to... show some lenience. If you are told the passwords of griffindor tower, if you have your classes with them... is that enough?"

"No." I shook my head. "But for now..." I conceded. He had, however, not heard the end of it. 

"For now." he said curtly with a nod. "I believe that the password is "Accio"."

I looked down dejectedly, and went back downstairs.

If it had to do, it had to do.

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I ran up to the Fat Lady. "Accio!" I said boredly. 

"You are a Slytherin. That is not going to happen." she frowned at me. 

"Ah, shove off." I said as she swung open, and leapt threw the portrait hole. "James! Sirius! Remus!" I said excitedly.

"Yes, cousin dear? What do your curls of Black come to tell this time?" Sirius said, doodling on his hand. 

"I have permission to go in the Griffindor common room!" I grin. 

James grins back. "Perfect. Now, I've got this beauty-" he lifts up a strange cloak, that I recognize at once to be an invisibility cloak- "Who wants to go secret-passageway-hunting?"