Belle [MARAUDERS ERA]

PROLOGUE

[PROLOGUE]

"MOTHER, OH SWEET
MOTHER!"

HER HAIR THAT WENT PAST HER SHOULDERS SWAYED along the rhythm of the song they were singing, a huge grin on her delicate heart-shaped face. The young girl was alongside her mother, who was in her thirties, both women thoroughly having a good time. The singing stopped suddenly as a rumble could be heard from outside, bits and pieces of the building was starting to crumble. Loud cries could be heard from the people outside the big church while the people inside started to run, panicking that their life would be taken. The nine-year-old girl looked up to her mother's worried face as the two girls ran towards the exit, only for them to be backfired to a wall, as if there was an invisible wall that was telling them that they shouldn't go out. A voice was heard, silencing all the screams and cries for help. Above them, was a man, who seems like he was floating in the air. His sinister like smile sent shivers down the skins of the muggles. His cold red eyes that seemed like it killed many stared at the young girl, the girl being scared out of her life, fear creeping up to her skin once more. This was what he wanted, fear. Something that helped him manipulate and kill the people like those who stood against him and his followers. Soon enough, there were black-hooded figures that went past the people, killing each and every person in the church, that ironically was supposed to save them from evil yet here she is, fear running down through her body, scared of what might happen.

And then reality struck her again.

Her mother quickly ran to the side as a man, who was masked, making it nearly impossible for both ladies to see through the mask, shot something out of, what seems like, a stick-like figure. People were running, using the remaining broken tools to defend themselves. But alas, no matter how much they tried, the tired mother and the scarred child were bruised and beaten, defeated. The nine-year-old's eyes opened, looking back to the man with the sinister smile and cold red eyes, before her head hit the ground once more, leaving her small body to lay among piles of defeated muggles.

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ONE YEAR LATER

THE EVENTS WENT THROUGH THE YOUNG GIRL'S MIND ONCE MORE before she was snapped back to reality by her grade school teacher, who was scolding her for zoning out of the class again. She sighed before continuing to write down the needed information in their history class. She was traumatized, to say the least. Every night she would dream of that man, with his devilish smile that, up to this day, still sent shivers down her spine. And every morning she would wake up, sweating from the event that happened only a year ago. However, the thought of that man never left the young girl's mind and the mere thought of him terrified the ten-year-old. The bell rang, signaling the end of the class - and also interrupted her thoughts - She sighed before standing up with her bag attached to her back. She pushed through the crowded halls,-filled with elementary students alike-trying to reach the time for the local bus.

"Hey Belle!" A girl who was twice her age called her, sending her a wave, her mimicking the action. She put on a big grin on her face before stepping into the local school bus taking her home. She sat down, putting her bag to the side and, well, she thought. She thought about how her life would be if it hadn't happened. She would, instead of being at home with a traumatized mother, be at church, singing songs and learning more about God. She remembered the look her mother had when it happened. The pure look of terror plastered on each and every person in the building. She couldn't shake away the idea away. The bus finally stopped at her stop, Belle walking towards the bus door. She stepped down on the firm ground, her tired feet stumping on the ground as she walked towards her front porch. Towards what she called home.

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A YEAR AFTER

THE SUN WAS SHINING THROUGH THE WINDOW, blinding the girl from seeing anything. She stirred, waking up from the bright light,before sitting upright in her bed. She groaned on frustration before finally getting up after minutes of debating.

After minutes of doing her usual morning routine, she left her room, shutting it close. The walls of her home were all bright and happy-which was quite the opposite of their situation-filled with frames of two girls, one around her forties while a young girl, who looked about eight, that were smiling up to the camera, a picture perfect moment. The eleven-year-old stepped down the stairs of her home, greeting her mom. She was eating her breakfast when her mother got the mail, returning with a handful of letters. Her mother was browsing through the letters when she stopped to look at a letter that was named,

Ms. B. Averia
The room near the attic upstairs
3 Rellington Drive
Bristol
Avon

Her mother paused to look at the letter. It seemed odd. It seemed different. Belle looked up to her mother, expecting her to fumble with the letters at hand but instead, she was holding a letter just staring at it. Just literally staring at the piece of parchment.

"What is it, mommy?" The curious girl asked while her legs dangled in anticipation. Her mother seemed to cut off the daze she was in, looking at her daughter before smiling a nervous smile.

"It's a letter, honey. A letter for you." The mother said, her hand reaching out to her daughter's, seeing her eyes lit up. The girl ran to her mother's side, taking the letter into her small hands. She opened the letter, seeing the cursive writing around the piece of parchment.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump. International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Averia,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the dates for which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage.

Yours sincerely,
Professor Mcgonagall

Belle looked up to her mother, seeing her with a look of murder, distant and cold. Her mother looked at her straight into her big innocent pleading eyes before she answered to her needing look, sending her to her room straight after, what she didn't know was a huge mistake, as the days passed and letters came in more so and ever until the professor of the school went to her house to explain and she finally agreed;

"No."

Author's Note
And I finally updated, wooh! Anyways, I'm literally listening to the Beatles right now and I can't stop-ahhh. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that because I'm not sure if you would. Ehh, goodbye for now, I guess.