Chapter 1
The day seemed so perfect; Bellatrix’ dress was the prettiest dress she’d ever seen, black with white stars, she felt like a walking starry night, and the Lestrange Family logo on her veil.
The aisle was decorated, and all around her were happy people with happy tears and smiles that were actually real, and she hadn’t seen real smiles in years.
Her parents were incredibly happy with her, they got her many, many presents and never stopped praising her about how she made such a ‘loving marriage’ with an ‘amazing pureblood with good manners’.
The bridesmaids, her little sisters Andromeda and Narcissa, and Rodolphus’ cousins, were happy and dressed up beautifully.
The sun shone, the sky was perfect blue, not a single cloud in sight, it was a pleasant temperature.
Her bouquet was amazing, with all kinds of flowers she used to love when she was a kid, black roses, white tulips and forget-me-nots.
Yet her dress felt like the only thing standing between her and running away from this crazy marriage she didn’t even want to be in.
All the way down the aisle, all she wanted to do was scream at everyone, she was so jealous that they actually were able to enjoy this wedding while she couldn’t, they celebrated a wedding she didn’t want to exist.
She never liked her parents, the only thing they ever did in their lives was to get that annoying prick of a cousin, Sirius Black, away from the family so she never had so see him again, at least she hoped so.
And yes, of course she liked the fact that her little sisters were happy. But seeing how much more happy Rodolphus’ cousins were, she realized how much better life could’ve been if she hadn’t been born in the Black family. And if only her sisters realized that they had to go through this, this forced marriage with an annoying prick they never liked, they wouldn’t have been standing here so happy and all.
And the only thing she wanted to use the bouquet for was smacking it across his face, tearing it open, hurting him, hoping he felt just a small bit of the pain she endured.
Because all of this could’ve been so sweet, it would’ve been perfect if it wasn’t with this annoying spoiled prick.
If it would’ve been with Rita, her girlfriend for the last couple of years and, if it wasn’t for her mother punishing the hell out of her and then sending Kreacher after Rita, she would’ve still dated her.
She would’ve run away with Rita, leaving it all behind just to be with her but her family would find her, would punish her in ways she doesn’t want to think about, they probably would kill Rita in front of her.
But they were something, they definitely were something. Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool. And if her wishes came true, it would’ve been with Rita.
But no, it was this brat, Rodolphus Lestrange. Her best friend Zelora Zabini was jealous of Bellatrix; Zelora really liked him. But she would’ve married an ant as long as he had money and status.
Let’s face it, he was quite handsome with his long black hair and bright eyes, but he thought he was master of the universe and thought he was the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant, though it was obviously her, or that maniac from Regulus’ year.
It was time for the ceremony, she promised het loyalty to the brat, it was some kind of unbreakable vow, sealed with a kiss instead of death. She didn’t know which was worse, though. The greatest love of her life was over now.
She cut the cake, holding her now husband's hand (she made a mental note to disinfect her hands at least a hundred times later) and ate a piece of the cake. She wanted to throw up.
She looked around, everyone was celebrating, everyone had fun, they were dancing and talking and just genuinely enjoying the party.
The worst part is, she knew she should enjoy this, she should be enjoying her wedding, the most important day of her life. And she could’ve.
It would’ve been fun, if he would’ve been the one