The Marauders

The reasons I hate her

I spun around to face Bellatrix. My hatred hadn't weekend over the 6 weeks I hadn't seen her. It had only grew. She was skinny and small but her dark eyes and over sized frizzy hair gave her a dark and scary look. Her younger sister Narcissa was even smaller but her hair was a very stong white and she was less of an evil mind. Narcissa herself was polite and quite but followed her sister round in awe.

"What do you want Bellatrix?"

Her expression sharpened to an angry pout.

"I dont want anything from you. You filthy half blood!"

Before I knew what I was doing, I wipped out my wand and bright scarlet sparks flew out and hit Bellatrix strait in the face. However, I hadn't cast the spell. Remus grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the platform, pushing me in a carrage with James , Sirius and Peter.

"Never" He panted "Challenge Bellatrix when she is fustrated!"

"What do you mean?"

Sirius spoke up this time.

"Well my ever so kind couson there has just had her parents arrested for being deatheaters. Shes not exactly thrilled for that." He grimaced.

The loathing of her seemed to boil at the news of her familys "faith" as some say it.

Father was murdered. Taken by the cold hearted villains that hid under the cloak of Voldimort. My father was a wizard according to mum. He was in Gryffindoor and was the bravest man mother had ever known. Beletrix taunted me, calling me a half blood because she knew it would hit me hard. For all I knew, it could of been her parents who tourtered my father until he begged for death. I never had a chance to say goodbye.

The rage was now at danger level and my head swarmed with angry thoughts. The windows to the carrage cracked and shatterd into tiny pieces, cutting my hands and face. I then fell backward into darkness. into nothing. Into a dream.