She didn't let me blow it up.
I'm not allowed to blow anything up. It's the epitome of unfair - who doesn't let their kid blow up something that's obviously useless, and if not, used for the wrong purposes?
It was sitting right there, this ugly ring. A perfect example of a rudimentary piece of art. Some cracked, big stone with a couple of circles, triangles and sticks scratched onto it, clumsily stuck on a gold ring. Not too pretty... but that explains why it was given to my mother.
Bellatrix - I knew she used to be beautiful. But eleven years of shouting out, "Crucio!" gave her those monstrous features, I bet. She has long, thick black hair that fell in angry ringlets, dark, heavily lidded eyes, and a skull-like face that only smiled at me...
When I get hit by Cruciatus. But is it not the happiest and most hilarious thing ever?
I found I gained her some of her arrogant traits, as well as my father's.
Rodolphus Lestrange - not exactly the kindest person either. In fact, my existence is completely secret. He's done a pretty great job of making sure that no one knows that the Lestranges had a son. However, my sisters, Kassandra and Priscilla, are the pride of Grimmauld Place. Kassandra's seventh year was spent being Head Girl, Slytherin Prefect, and Quidditch capitan. She was the pure-blood queen of Hogwarts. Just like Bellatrix, she's having an early marriage with the pure-blooded Rookwood, and I'm to be an uncle in none too many years. She's not much different than Priscilla in 4th year - top in everything, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts.
With no wand, books, or any materials, I've learned more curses than twice the ten year olds in the country, thanks to my family. I guess my parents were just really good students at Hogwarts that they know so many spells, I mean, how else? Unless there is some extremely powerful dark wizard planning to take over the world giving them private education, which I don't find very believable.
But Hogwarts sounds like heaven, especially since I expect to receive an invite in just a few weeks. I, as general rule, hide my happiness. It's precious, and by handing it over to the people that make my life miserable, it's bound to be torn apart, trampled, and turned into something terrible. So my face is always blank.
But this is different - I get to leave this horrible place for almost a whole year, every term until I'm 18. When I think about it, I can't help but get excited. I start bouncing shamelessly like a little girl, deliriously happy. That smile that no one has seen since I was born would crack through, and I know that nothing can go wrong. Absolutely nothing.
But for now, I'm trapped in my secluded room full of annoying bats, rats, and banshees.
All because I asked to blow up a ring.
Thanks so much for reading, and to make it easier I'll make some clarifications: This is set in the time before the First Wizarding War, before Voldemort rose to power. Bellatrix married Rodolphus early in this fanfiction, at 17, then having their first child, Kassandra, at 18. Currently Bellatrix is 35.
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