If Sirius's favorite cousin was Andromeda and Regulus got along well with Narcissa, then, according to the unshakable logic of the child you were, Bellatrix remained for you. At least, that's what Sirius told you very convincingly, and you still had to live a couple more years of your life left before you could stop naively believing him. Perhaps due to the fact that of all three you "got" Bellatrix, who was quite frightening and unkind, you felt slightly deprived, but resigned, accepted your fate.

What was Bellatrix's attitude to the fact that one of her three little cousins was glued to her and followed on her heels to the best of the short legs? Actually, she came to terms with this fact much faster and endured it much easier than anyone who knows Bella would think. After all, there were certain advantages to having a personal child who could be taught bad things.

Therefore, young Black lady ended up reading books aloud to you and curiously watching your reaction. They mostly contained information about curses, the bloodthirsty deeds of your ancestors, and in general, as much information as possible that a normal person would not tell a child.

But sometimes her original educational methods acquired a more practical character.

Through a huge, floor-length panoramic round window into the space of a spacious attic, one of the secluded places of the estate, sunlight poured generously, warm, summer, golden rays entangled in her coal-black curls and glinting in the gunmetal eyes.

"No, baby, it's serpensOrtia. And speak clearly, don't mumble," Bella orders, watching with a grin as you practiced the spell, instead of the magic wand that you haven't received yet, holding a pencil in your small hand.

Merlin, aunt Walburga will kill her if she sees.