Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XLV

Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, Great Britain

Monday the 5th of July 1995

8:00 AM

Bella groaned as she rolled off her bed. She sighed as she jumped up. She smoothed her dark wife beater and her work out shorts. She had feel asleep in them after training the night before. She had snuck her reflex bag, a small punching bag, from the workout room in Grimmauld Place. She had went to bed around 1 in the morning, dodging the bag as she threw her fist forward again and again.

Her hair was sticking to her forehead from the dried sweat from the night before but she didn't think she cared enough to actually go take a shower at the moment.

It wasn't like she was allowed to go anywhere important.

And she wasn't trying to impress anybody.

Tom was off doing Merlin knows what for the Goddamned Order and even then, Bella wouldn't feel the need to impress him. Bella cracked her knuckles and neck. She felt some tension leave her. She popped her spine and she sighed, the tension leaving her all together.

The entire night she had been thinking of her mother. In all the crazy things that had happened after that night, it was the first time that Bella allowed herself to remember the specter of her long dead mother. The mother that she loved and respected with all her heart.

Her parting words kept replaying in Bella's head, annoyingly enough.

"Time to go help with breakfast…" sighed Bella. This was her first chore of her entire time at the Dursleys and she was not looking forward to it. At all.

In truth, Bella had never, ever even tried to cook. She had been a kitchen of course when she was younger. She used to talk to Kreacher all the time. He had listened and he actually liked her, since even when six years old, she hadn't been the biggest fans of Muggles. She had found them rather rude. He still hated Sirius, though.

Bella snickered at that as she made her way downstairs.

Vernon and Petunia were downstairs already. Bella had passed Dudley's room and she knew he was still snoring like the fat tub of lard that he was. Bella rolled her eyes and stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Breakfast, right?" Bella drawled. Petunia shot her a sharp look.

"Listen here, girl—" Vernon started. Bella cleared her throat and made a show of stroking the length of the holly wand strapped to her arm.

"I'm sorry but I think you're talking to the wrong person. My name is Bella. I insist that you use it in the future" Bella said, shortly. Vernon cleared his throat and gave her a look of disdain.

"Listen here, Potter—"

"Slytherin-Black-Potter…and perhaps Riddle fits in there too…" Bella said, thoughtfully as she crossed over to the gas stove and stared at it. Vernon was quickly turning purple.

"Listen here, you, your aunt and I are doing a great thing to take you in. We didn't want any part of this freakish world that you're from but out of the kindness of our hearts—"