Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 91

Belle raced up the stairs to her bedroom, her father chasing behind her. She didn't care how much noise she was making, she didn't care that the house was so old that running up and down the building probably was not the best idea. Nothing mattered to her. Not even the persistent annoying voice of Enoch O'Connor in her head. 

Reaching her room, she slammed the door shut and pressed her back against the door and sunk to the floor. Her mother, Beatrice Florence is dead. D.E.A.D. Belle shook as tears streamed down her cheeks. Beatrice may not have been the most loving person towards Belle, she may not have been the best mother in the world but could Belle really blame her? Beatrice was seventeen when she got pregnant, a boyfriend no longer her boyfriend, ashamed because her parents could have looked down on her for a pregnancy out of wedlock and as a child. She couldn't blame her mum at all!

All Belle has ever wanted was for her mother to love her. To be proud of her. That's the reason for her not just giving up when she cannot get the answers to things. It was the reason why she has been trying her best without any help because that is what Beatrice had to do. Beatrice was thrown into motherhood without any help or guidance. She was all on her own. Yes, she gave her up in the end but by doing so she gave her daughter a better life. 

A knock on the door made Belle shout, "go away!"

"Ignore Sirius, he doesn't have a sensor, darling. Come on, let me in." She heard her father say from the other side of the wood. 

"Go away!" She repeated, a crack in her voice as the tears choked her. 

Remus stayed put, "Belle, please."

"Leave! Me! Alone!" She snapped, hitting the door.

Remus sighed and his footprints faded as he walked away from the room. He knew what it was like to lose his mother, it hurt more than anything in the world and he knew that some space would help and when she was ready to have company she would let them know. 

Belle gripped the roots of her hair, tugging harshly on them as she sobbed, her walls breaking down around her. She wanted to scream, to smash things up but none of that would bring her mother back. She yearned to have had more time with her. She wished she would have put up more of a fight for her mother to be in her life instead of cowardly walking away. 

If only she was a normal child. If she was a normal, non-magical child with natural coloured hair would Beatrice have loved her? Would she have been in her life more? Would she be proud of her? 

Belle crawled across the wooden floor towards the dirty mirror on the wall. Amongst the dirt, she could see a girl with bright blue hair, red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. After really taking in what she looked like Belle sort of understand why her mother didn't want anything to do with her. A messed up girl with way more problems than a girl should have. 

Why?

Why was she given this burden on her life?

Why did Fred want this wretched mess as his girlfriend?

Why did Dumbledore let her into the school?

Why did Remus want her in his life?

Why?

Belle plucked strands of her hair up, it all started with this. The ugly blue strands of crap sprouting from her scalp. So ugly! So disgusting! Belle grasped the scissors that sat on her desk. She hacked at her hair, strands after strands dropping onto the floor around her as she cut it all off. Belle cried out as she slashed the blades through it all. 

Surprisingly whilst all of this was happening, Enoch remained silent. No snidey comments. No jeering. All of which never happened. 

The scissors dropped to the floor, echoing as they made contact with the wood. Belle looked at herself. Her hair was short and uneven. It wasn't even falling down, it was standing up in tufts like a madman. Belle pushed herself up, flakes of blue falling from her legs as the hair that had landed on them descended to the floor. 

Belle charged towards the old chest of drawers and pushed them in front of the door. She piled the desk chair on top of it. She put the lamp on that too. Once everything was stacked high, Bell dove into her bed, curling up into a ball, soaking the sheets with her tears all night long. 

From outside of the door, Fred stood listening. Remus had told him to give her some space but he still wanted to check on her. Hearing Belle cry hurt him, he hated hearing her cry and to know that he could not rid her of yet another pain hurt him even more. Seeing her suffer and there was nothing he could do made him feel so useless, he just wanted her to be happy and carefree. But that could not happen. Clearly. 

Fred felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Ron, "She's a strong girl, she'll get through this." His younger brother told him. 

"I hope you're right."

"I might not be right all of the time, in fact, most of the time I'm wrong but Belle, Belle will be okay in the end. She has all of us to be with her. And so do you." Ron patted his shoulder and left Fred standing there on the outside of the room containing his weeping girlfriend. 

"I will beat the shit out of you Ronald if you're wrong." He muttered to himself.