Harry Potter & How Time Began

Chapter 2 - Bellatrix

"The eyes can be deceitful creatures" - Professor Time.

For a long time, school was simple, classes were fun and learning was quick especially for Horatia. But and its a big one, friends was something she rather lacked, she tried very hard to be Severus friend, even though he'd rather sulk in a corner and glare at some young Gryffindor scoundrels and yearn after a Gryffindor girl. She resided in a lonely dorm that no one stayed in other than her. She spent most of her free time sitting in one of the port hole shaped windows that beamed the light of the green water of the lake, the bubbles of water made it a great watch to view all the creatures that lived in it. Something she found rather amusing was learning Mermish, apparently learning it is an important custom in the Slytherin House, the reason being not to offend the beasts but it was fun for her. But how they communicated through the glass was (of course) sign-language, uncommon knowledge that a deaf Slytherin about twenty years prior started the tradition and soon after everyone who was anyone learned Mermish and sign language for fun; it's also a fun hidden way to insult other houses during dinners, Severus took no time in using these skills to insult James Potter (she learned his name finally after begging Severus for it) to his face.

Suddenly she gave a Mermaid a wave as she swam by and continued her essay for Ancient Ruines when the door opened.

"You" A demanding voice called. Horatia turned to find a rather handsome looking girl, much older than her at least 13-14 and a head of beautiful black hair tossed behind her shoulder.

"Oh, hello, how can-"
"Do my homework, that's how you can help" She slapped parchment beside her. Horatia gave it one look.
"I can't" She answered kindly and placed down her quill.
"Why not?" She raised her eyebrows high and began to scowl most unattractively.
"Well, I'm not clever enough for that level of Tranfiguration" She lied. "Obviously a young women of your intelligence can figure that out, me well, I couldn't possibly"

She puffed her chest and pouted her lips making her look rather like a prideful duck strutting pond-side.
"Well yes of course I can do it-"
"Well, then why'd you need me for?" Horatia asked.
"Because.. I can't be bothered" She moved her head away from Horatia.
Horatia looked at the girl. Really looked at her and like a whisper in her ear a voice said.

"What am I gonna do , if the first year brat won't do it then McGonagal will have my neck"

"I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine" She smiled, the pug nosed women tensed her face and grabbed her parchment, clearly feeling it was lost cause with Horatia. She wondered for a moment. "Are you the girl who dates that Quiddich player, Panssin? Parker?"
"Parkinson yes, yes I am, why jealous?" She rested one hand on her hip now looking more duck like than ever.
"No...what a lucky boy he is, Just I thought I recognised you" She said offering a smile.
"Of course he's lucky" She gaped.

"I think I saw her come in here, Pamela, oh there you are, she's here" Narcissa entered the room with a few people in tow.
"Time already?" She asked them, fixing her hair.
"Yes, now do hurry up" Narcissa encouraged.
"Alright, alright" Pamela stated looking through the glass of the window , observing her reflection.
"Are you coming Horatia, to the Quiddich match?" Narcissa asked as the others enter the room.
"I'm not sure, I have a lot of homework and I don't like crowds to much" Horatia said. "Thank you for the offer" She smiled to Narcissa who smiled back.

"Coward" They fell silent. "Wittle baby" two horrible laughs followed. Narcissa moved and looked back and Horatia saw her mocker.

From across the room. With a simple glance. She had made Horatia fell like nothing. Her brown eyes sunk deep within Horatia's soul, as if she knew exactly how she felt and what she was and that she deserved nothing more than to be punished for breathing. Her face haunting and sunken, her skeleton shaded skin gave her a glow in the room and made her dark features seem darker, her demeanour made them darker. Her smile wicked and laced with snake venom, her words never nice. It was insulting to her mouth to have any sense of human-kindness. Her boyfriend, a same darkness from him, he on the other hand, barely spoke a word. His stares gave ghostly ends and sent you to yearn for the grave. They were like mated dementors, walking down the hallways causing all the joy to be sucked out of anyone who passed. If you managed to pass them unnoticed you should call yourself lucky, because Rudolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black had a passion for breaking hearts, minds and spirts. It seemed to Horatia; that they broke their own in the process.