Black were the dark skies and noisy was the howling wind. It was dark weather but Hermione liked it. It's like how I feel in my soul, she thought. Black. And disturbed.
And I am a Black now too, aren't I, after all? Hermione still felt confused. It was all so shocking...
Bellatrix burst through the door to Hermione's bedroom. "Hermione!" she called.
"I'm right here!" said Hermione, getting up quickly, making sure the locket could not be seen. She wasn't sure if she was ready to let Bellatrix know that she knew about it yet.
"Hermione my dear, I'm glad you look so nice!" Hermione blushed and smiled. Not many people had told her she was pretty... Bellatrix continued, "Now listen to me, I have so many things I have to tell you. I wish so many times before that I could have told you earlier... you should've known earlier about your family. You must feel... so taken aback."
"Not really," said Hermione. But then a tear filled her eyes. "I'm glad I found out about my family, Bel- mother, but what about my friends? Will I ever see them again?"
Now Bellatrix's face hardened. "No, Hermione. No, you will see them again... but now, everything has changed. They're not your friends anymore."
"That's a lie!" cried Hermione. "I know my friends, you don't! They wouldn't ditch me just because of who my parents were!"
"Hermione," Bellatrix began, beginning to raise her voice, "it's not so simple. You can't be friends with them anymore, do you understand? You know very well that that boy you call your friend, Harry Potter-"
"He is my friend!" said Hermione shrilly. "Don't talk about him like that!"
"-that boy you call your friend, Harry Potter, is a deathly sworn enemy of ours..."
"NO!" shouted Hermione. "HE'S NOT! That's not fair! It isn't fair! Why should he be? What has he done?"
Bellatrix's eyes grew cold as ice. "Hermione, I am your mother! I will not be spoken to that way, Hermione!"
"Too bad, get used to it if you're going to insult my friends!" Hermione yelled. "Who're you going to pick on next, Ron?"
"The Weasleys are the filthiest blood traitors ever to live!" Bellatrix shrieked. "Hermione, you have no idea what sort of company you've been keeping! I don't know why you hang out with boys like them! Doesn't their company feel poisonous? I will not allow you to besmirch our good family name! You are a witch of pure wizarding blood, Hermione, pure wizarding blood! There's a reason why the Black family motto is toujours pur! When I was your age I already knew all of this! If I ever..."
As Bellatrix ranted, Hermione felt anger bubbling inside her, along with another feeling she'd never felt before. Somehow the thought of Ron made her feel... warm. She was shocked. All of her memories of Ron came flooding back to her. His adorable red hair, his loopy smile, his intellect and sense of humor, the touch of his hand... Did she really think of Ron as... more than a friend?
"And if your father only knew!" Bellatrix screamed, but Hermione cut her off.
"Rudolphus, right?" Catching Bellatrix look of shock, Hermione smirked. "Oh yes, I've guessed it, haven't I? I know all about him!"
Bellatrix looked dazed. "Hermione-" she began, but Hermione cut her off.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, mother?" Hermione started to sob. "I want answers! You don't understand! Do you know how hard it's been for me? My fake parents were never that close to me, no matter how smart or pretty or brave I was, and I never knew why! WHY? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Hermione, please, you must understand," Bellatrix said, looking worried. "Your father and I love you very much, but we were... busy."
"BUSY?" shrieked Hermione. "Too busy for me? Your only daughter? Do you even know what love is?"
Bellatrix looked shocked. Hermione, even though she was crying, felt gratified, and then hated herself for feeling that way. Is it... can I be turning evil?
"I'm going upstairs," Hermione announced viciously, turning away. "I don't even know if I want to be a part of this family anymore. I don't even know who I am! I don't even know ANYTHING!" At that moment, an alarm began to sound.
"What's going on? What happening?" Hermione said.
"The castle is under attack!" Bellatrix shouted, taking out her wand. "Hermione, go to your room and stay there!"
"No! I want to fight!"
Bellatrix raised her wand. "Don't make me use the Imperius curse on you, Hermione. I don't want to... but if you force me to, I will."
She'd use an Unforgivable Curse on her own daughter? Merlin's beard, but my mother is an evil bitch! Sulking and sobbing, Hermione turned on her heel and ran up the stairs. As she slammed the door of her room she heard the splintering of wood. She checked the door again but it looked alright. The sound must have come from somewhere else! She thought. Someone – or a group of people – must be breaking into the castle!
Hermione quivered. Surely Bellatrix had enemies... and now she, Hermione, was on Bellatrix's side. Worst of all, she was alone. All alone.
The next word she heard was, "Alohomora."
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