Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter LXXI

Singh Compound, New Delhi, Delhi, India, Asia

Saturday the 4th of January 1997

9:00 PM

"Father, I'm sure!"

Minister Singh gave his daughter another knowing look but Lalita only gave him back a stubborn look. He shook his head, slowly. She had been in England too long. She was more stubborn and outspoken than ever. He couldn't say that he didn't like this new Lalita though. The diamond ring she had gotten from her fiancé glinted on the chain around her neck. Minister Singh didn't exactly approve as they hadn't even done the Engagement Ceremony but Lalita had promised that they would have a traditional Hindu wedding.

"Are you absolutely certain that you wish to attend Hogwarts next year as well? You know we finish school after six years," pointed out Minister Singh. Lalita groaned and surprisingly she looked to the human-faced Dark Lord. He had been reading a book earlier though he now reading eyeglasses perched on his aristocratic nose. This only furthered Minister Singh's irrational fear of the man. He seemed too…human thus equally dangerous and deceptive.

"She stays for a year."

Well, there. That settled it.

"Thank you, Professor!" Lalita professed before turning to a bored Theodore. He was reading a book on Hindu weddings when he suddenly blanched. Lalita frowned at her fiancé and Minister Singh wondered how their relationship was. They were close but they didn't seem in love.

"I'm not consummating our wedding on a bed filled with flowers."

Minister Singh flushed while the Dark Lord snorted. Lalita bit her lip to keep from laughing and she turned to Bella Potter who was sitting on the couch next to the Dark Lord, her legs thrown over his lap.

"That's actually quite amusing. I'll be telling Daphne that one. She'll be making lewd jokes in class for weeks. And you're the last one to be using the word 'consummating'. You're not a—" Bella started. Theodore glared at her.

"Whatever Daphne told you is a lie. I am a virgin and I would by no means have sex with my childhood companion, who also happens to be my best friend," Theodore said, rather convincingly. Bella snorted and she smirked at him.

"I was going to say, you're not a little kid or an old man. Just use the word sex. And I know you're lying, Theodore. No one is around Daphne and stays a virgin," Bella smirked. Theodore glared at her. Minister Singh almost choked on his own saliva. He looked to his daughter who was now silently laughing.

"I beg to differ. Prude."

Minister Singh looked to the Dark Lord and flushed at the turn that the conversation had taken. Were all English people this brazen? Or perhaps his people were just so private with these matters.

"Fuck you."

"Your time has passed. I may look to Bellatrix now," the Dark Lord said, lazily. Now Minister Singh paled. Bellatrix Lestrange was…one crazy lady. Minister Singh looked to Bella and saw how pale and how cold her eyes were. Her fist flew forward, into the side of the Dark Lord's head and he jolted in his seat, his eyeglasses sliding down the slope of his nose.

"You're an asshole."

She stood and threw the door open, her blood-splattered heels clicking on the marble floor. Minister Singh looked down at the floor and saw hairline cracks where the heel of her shoes had slammed down. She was down the hall in a breeze, her long loose untamable hair swinging behind her.