Bellatrix

Chapter 10

I looked at Prongs. He didn't even seem to know he had done something wrong. I shook my head.

The boy next to me- Rodoluphus Lestrange, I was pretty sure- nudged me.

"Awww, did the poor blood-traitor get dumped by her little boyfriend? Poor thing." He said sarcastically, then laughed. "Guys, look at this chick. She's finally found out which one is her actual house."

They all laughed. I ignored them and nudged my food around with my fork.

"Well, I see why he dumped her, she's so ugly!" Another guy laughed, and they all laughed.

I slammed my fork down. "Can you guys stop being immature?" I asked angrily.

"Oh, we're not being immature. You are, thinking a kid like that would ever like you."

I recognized that voice. I looked up, and realized it was Marvel.

"Marvel? What the hell?"

He smirked at me. "Look, Bellatrix. You got what you wanted from him, you're done. Stop over thinking it."

"What is wrong with you, you foul little prat!" I was about to storm off to the griffindor table when I remembered- I wasn't welcome there. I stabbed my food with a fork and began to just ignore them.

After a while, they gave up on taunting me.

Thank god.

I stole glances over at the Griffindor, trying to see if anyone was looking for me.

But no, of course they weren't. Why would they be? I thought I had friends. I was wrong, obviously.

After breakfast I went into the Room of Requirement. It was the only place I could think of to be alone.

Except I wasn't. When I entered, the first thing I saw was a mess of black hair, staring into the fireplace. James whirled around.

"Hello, Potter." I said coldly.

"What? Bonewing, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? Oh, nothing, except for that this Easter I'm going to become a Death Eater and never come back to Hogwarts ever again and that someone I thought was my best friend doesn't even care because he's too busy moping after a girl who will never like him! Other than that, I'm doing GREAT, Potter!" I said angrily.

He took a step back. "I didn't know..."

"Oh, of course you didn't, Potter, you were too busy asking Evans out for the forty-third time! But oh, what does it matter anyway, it's not like I'm going to get a Dark Mark burnt into my skin for Easter Holidays!" I shouted.

"I'm... sorry?"

"Band-aids don't fix bullet holes, Potter. Even you should know that." I whispered.

"Bonewing..."

"Don't call me that." I hissed, and began to walk out when he grabbed my arm. "Get off of me, Potter!" I said.

He didn't release me. "I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry, Bella. I didn't... I wasn't thinking..." Tears shone in his eyes.

I shook my head and whispered, "It doesn't matter anymore. It was bound to happen anyway..." I closed my eyes and cleared my throat, choking on tears. "Goodbye, Prongs."

"Please, Bella..." he pleaded.

"I can't James. I can't do this anymore. You think you have problems with you loving Lily? Try loving your best friend who doesn't even notice you." I whispered, then realized what I had said. "I... I have to go!" I bit my lip, wrenched my arm from his grasp, and ran out of the room.

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I had found an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express, luckily. I stared out of the window, the landscape rushing by. Suddenly, there was a tap on my compartment door.

Padfoot walked in. "Hi, Cousin." He grinned weakly, then shook his head. "Listen, I don't think you should go."

"Go where?"

"With your parents. I know you're mad at Prongs but... you need to not go there. They'll make you become a death eater. Please, at least come sit with us. It's been months... we miss you. We've barely seen you at all, Bonewing. Moony's suffering, I'm suffering, Wormtail's suffering..." he shook his head. "Please, Bonewing."

"At least Prongs isn't suffering. How many times has he asked Evans out since I last saw him?" I asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

"None, actually. And you're wrong, he's suffering even more than the rest of us. He really misses you, he's beating himself up over it, he thinks it's his fault."

"That's because it is. But you don't have to lie. I know he doesn't care." I shook my head.

"No, Bella, listen. He hasn't made a joke since January. He's slowly getting worse and worse in school. He doesn't do his homework- he just stares off into space. He's constantly walking down to the Slytherin common room, shaking his head, then walking back up again. He doesn't eat at all, he hardly talks..."

I looked up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really. You're a marauder, one of us. How could you think he doesn't care about you?"

I looked down, feeling hurt. "I don't know- I mean..." I trailed off.

"I'm not saying you should apologize, because you don't need to , James was a bit of a world-class prat, but you just need to accept his apology. At least come sit with us. You don't have to talk or anything." He raised his eyebrows pleadingly. "Come on, Bonewing."

"Fine. But not for Prongs, for you and Moony and Wormtail."

Padfoot smiled. "Right this way, M'lady."

Tears.

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ps- I realized that I may have confused you. His name is MARVEL RIDDLE, it just keeps auto-correcting it to Marvolo because I use Marvolo in a lot of typing stuff. XD