Harry Potter and the Daughter of Black

A Mother's Guidence

That night, Druella woke up early and made her way to the bathroom. After using it, she stood at the sink, looking down at the floor, when a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder. She turned around and saw her mother, Bellatrix, standing there, her gaze intense.

"How'd you get here?" Druella asked, her voice filled with confusion. Bellatrix didn't respond immediately. Instead, she looked at her daughter with an unwavering intensity, her grip tightening on Druella's shoulders.

"Don't let them push you around, Druella," Bellatrix whispered.

Before Druella could respond, her mother quickly turned her around to face the mirror. Druella stared at her reflection, unsure of what to think. Bellatrix smiled at her through the reflection, her voice soft but firm. "Oh, Black Blossom, you look so much like me," she whispered, tickling Druella's ear.

Bellatrix released her grip on Druella's shoulders, and Druella held onto the sink as her mother walked around her, still watching her intently. "We are so alike, Druella. Your beauty shines."

Druella glanced up at the mirror again, her gaze lingering on her reflection. Bellatrix's voice was almost a hum, a soft reassurance. "Remember, knowledge is power, Black Blossom." Bellatrix turned Druella to face her, her eyes gleaming as she tucked a strand of hair behind Druella's ear. Then, she picked up a hairbrush and began brushing Druella's hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, it felt strangely comforting.

"Black Blossom, blood purity means nothing," Bellatrix said, her voice filled with quiet conviction. Druella, still confused, whispered, "I'm confused."

Bellatrix's fingers continued to run through Druella's hair as she spoke softly. "I know Lucius has been filling your and Draco's heads with notions about blood purity." Druella thought back to the times Uncle Lucius had spoken about such matters, though she hadn't fully understood the meaning of "Mudblood" until her arrival at Hogwarts the previous night.

"Let me tell you this: Draco may reflect on his father's beliefs, but I won't let my daughter follow suit," Bellatrix continued, her voice hardening slightly. "Purity is a facade. The power lies beyond bloodlines. See the world beyond our circle."

Druella's mind swirled with uncertainty. Who should she believe? Her mother's words felt weighty, but she wasn't sure if they could be trusted. Bellatrix sighed, looking at Druella's reflection in the mirror, her hands gathering the girl's hair with care. "I wish I had known that long ago, Black Blossom." She styled Druella's hair into a fancy bun, and Druella watched in awe, realizing that this was how her mother had worn her own hair.

"That's how you put up your hair!" Druella whispered in amazement.

Bellatrix met her gaze in the mirror. "Remember this—you will need to do your own hair. I won't be here all the time." With a wave of her wand, Bellatrix locked the door and placed a soundproof charm around the room so no one could overhear them.

Bellatrix's eyes darkened slightly, and her voice became more serious. "Now, do you remember our goal?"

Druella nodded. "To have Dumbledore sacked," she whispered.

"Indeed. Cissy is starting the plan," Bellatrix answered. Druella hesitated before asking, "What does Uncle say about this?"

Bellatrix turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Lucius doesn't get a say; we've already discussed the issue. We all agree Cissy will take over."

Druella looked at the floor, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she pondered the upcoming year. "Look at me, Druella," Bellatrix said, her hand suddenly grabbing Druella's face, forcing her to meet her mother's gaze. "Use that knowledge so we can bring Dumbledore to his knees."