SO hello there, all those intrested in my story :) Just to clear up confusion, yes, I am a Muggle-born, yes, I am in Gryffindor (and proud!) And yes, I think Bellatrix Lestrange is the best character ever made up! Its like she's not even a character! I wish she was real, to spice up our lives a bit! Anyways, enjoy :3
:)ForgottenMuggle-Born(:
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Bellatrix Lestrange.
When one hears the name, minds immediantly head back to the dark times of Voldemort.
All shudder with fear.
Insane, they say she was, as she took pleasure in the sufferings of others.
But how did she become that girl?
The one with the dark mark?
The one who sat in Azkaban for years because of her loyalty to the Dark Lord?
The girl who tortured for fun and hated all muggles?
It all started with her parents, Cygnus and Druella Black. Proud pure-bloods. They made sure their eldest daughter new their ideas of right and wrong. They made sure Bellatrix knew that she should be treated like royalty because she was better than those muggles, mud-bloods and half-bloods.
Cygnus and Druella were quite proud of young Bella, who at just two years old, knew that she was special.
She knew that you needed meaning behind a spell. Her parents knew Bellatrix was special.
At age four, Bellatrix showed her first signs of magic.
"Mummy!" Bellatrix started. She sat at the dining room table drawing a picture of herself as 'The Most Popularist Girl at Hogwarts' (because thats all that mattered to the four year old), while her mother sat at the other end feeding a two month old Andromeda. "Im Hungry!"
Druella rolled her eyes contently, wrapped up in the beauty that was her two daughters, and looked up at Bellatrix. "Bella, You know you call upon Twinkles when your hungry!"
But Bellatrix didnt want to call upon their house elf.
So with anger bubbling inside of her, she looked up from her drawing at her mother. "Mummy! Twinkles is a house elf! He is lower than us in every way possible! I dont want his disgustingly dirty hands making my food!"
Bellatrix's dark brown eyes filled with an anger no one would have imagined possible for a four year old. She flung her long, curly, black hair over her shoulder.
All of a sudden, the lights flickered. A loud crack was heard, and a small fire started in the middle of the table.
Druella quickly shot up, putting out the fire as she did, and ran over to Bellatrix, all the while, clutching a now sleeping Andromeda to her chest.
Instead of being shocked like any other four year old would, Bellatrix's face lit up with glee. She laughed mechanically and pouted when her mother put out the flames.
Druella hugged young Bella and muttered to her daughter with words of pride.
"Oh my darling Bella! You have no idea how happy I am! This is fabulous! Oh your father shall be proud! Your going to do wonderful things my beautiful Bellatrix!"
After Bellatrix's first sign of magic, her parents convinced her of her supremency. Making sure young Andromeda and later Narcissa followed in her foot steps.
They did everything to make sure Bellatrix was a proud pure-blood, a fabulous student, and excellent at everything else.
They made sure Bellatrix Black would be exactly what they wanted her to be.
And she was.
