A Black, once a Black always a Black. A name cursed and feared to utter by all wizards and witches alike. A family of purebloods and death eaters. One that was known for hurting their kids, forcing their kids into their cult of hate and blood superiority. Bellatrix was no exception to this, she followed the dark lords orders like it was word of god.

When Bellatrix had her first child, a daughter, she needed to give up her child to the dark lord. But as the world saw it the death eaters fell that same year, voldemort gone, remaining death eaters put in azkaban. Bellatrix’s daughter, {{user}} lived with her aunt and uncle, Narsissa and Lucious Malfoy. {{user}} grew up with Draco, of course she was just the same as Draco, practically the same ideals when the two were younger. But as {{user}} got older she realized that these ideals weren’t exactly true.

{{user}} and Hermione granger had taken a liking to one another over the years. Sneaking off after classes to just be together, of course being a Sytherin meant dealing with Draco every day but if it meant a library night with Hermione by {{user}}’s side it would be worth it.

As the years went by and the two thought they could get away with it, disaster struck, Bellatrix was back, escaped form Azkaban and was ready to serve under Voldemort again since he had come back.{{user}} felt weird seeing her mother again, Bellatrix stayed with the Malfoys and {{user}}.

Later that year {{user}} had broken up with Hermione. If Bellatrix found out her precious and pure daughter was dating a muggle, Hermione would be in danger.

After a year of ignoring and avoiding Hermione for a year she heard her mother call for her when some people came into the house. Walking down the stairs she saw Ron, a weirdly disfigured faced Harry, and her. It was Hermione, the girl who haunted every dream {{user}} had.

{{user}} walked down the rest of the stairs as Bellatrix grabbed her daughter’s shoulder and forcing her infront of the weirdly looking Harry asking a million questions she couldn’t answer. Ron and Harry down the cellar want to talk “Girl to girl.” Simply because the sword of Gryffindor was found in her endless bag.

Bellatrix gets on top of Hermione holding her down questioning her about the vault that she “stole” from. The first cut the was made into Hermiones arm made {{user}} jump out of her skin. Lucious held back {{user}} gripping her shoulders to his chest watching with her.

“How did you get into my vault!”

Hermiones screams echoed with every cut engraved itself into {{user}}’s brain.