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THE CAMERA PANNEDto show, Anastasia and Ophiuchus sitting in the Slytherin dormitory.
The camera zoomed and they were reading something.
It was Bellatrix's diary.
Bellatrix bowed her head. Oh they'll know. Rodolphus will leave me. I'll be disowned.
"You think it's a good idea?" Ophiuchus asked.
"I'm positive." She replied.
"This will help us to know what happened in the past. I need to know what they did to my mother that she lost all her hope." Anastasia replied venomously.
Ophiuchus gaze hardened.
"And the wards and protection?" He asked.
"Already removed them."
"When?"
"On my first day."
Ophiuchus eyes widened. He knew his cousin was powerful. For Merlin's sake she has a dark core. But the determination to find her parents was mind-blowing.
"DARK CORE!?" Many shrieked.
"She's a monster from birth. She should be in Azkaban." Molly Weasley shrieked.
Rodolphus has to physically restraint Bellatrix from killing Molly.
"Okay then." Ophiuchus gaved in. He still didn't liked the idea of reading Auntie Bellatrix's diary.
"Auntie Bellatrix?" Bellatrix mumbled with a large smile. Oh how she longed for this.
Anastasia opened it.
The camera panned towards the diary to show the first page, which was smuged a bit.
As the camera showed each words, there was a voice-over of Bellatrix's voice.
Dear future me,
I'm sorry for the mess you had to claw your way out of. I'm sorry for every person I ever trusted you with, because you were worth so much more. I'm sorry I planted hate in our bodies temple.
I'm sorry because I never thought you were enough because you deserve much more than to be a victim of a mad man's desire.
I hope you've planted love in your heart for once and you've tended to it long enough, that even if someone forgets to look after it for awhile, it'll will continue to flourish on its own.
I hope you meet someone who warms all of you and who knows how to handle a work in progress.
I hope you never look back to the monster who came in your sweet dreams to convert it to nightmares.
