Four
"My mom had just gotten a new boyfriend. She'd left me with him after school while she went to a dentist appointment. He was nice for all of ten minutes after she left, then he...," I paused, wiping my eyes from the crocodile tears, "h-he sent me to my room, then when I left to go to the bathroom, he... um..." Trix hugged me, gently, so as not to 'upset' me any more than I supposedly already was.
I whimper out the rest of the stupid fake story (as if I'd let anyone hurt me! Ha!) about how my 'mom's boyfriend hurt me, and while I was doing this, I telepathically talked with Trix about how I was going to get out of this one. I then proceeded to spin some tale about how I spent my days as a runaway, before being taken in (Read: getting caught) by the school. I spoke of the long hours I spent training, long before they let me join the rest of the children in the main part of the school. In actuality, I was beaten and hurt far beyond what most humans could survive. That was the first segment of their program, anti-interrogation training. Then, I was forced to train, building up my endurance, stamina, speed, and strength. Sometimes I would go almost two days without food or rest. In some ways, it was worse than the first segment of the training. I at least got three full meals a day during that. After that, they practically force-fed me an education, and in just three months, I learned up to a full high school diploma. And when I say full, I mean full wherein I had taken every. Single. Class available in a big high school.
Then, I took serious tests, tests that had me sitting for hours working on a single page of problems. After those tests, I had more 'practical' tests. They required me to duel several people for many hours straight. Of course, I passed all my tests with flying colors. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to graduate so early. After that, they started to send me on missions. That was when I left and went back to my relatives, where I then got my Hogwarts letter and had four years of Hogwarts education.
"Anyway, guys, it's getting late. I'm tired, I bet Trix is tired, and I'm sure you are tired as well. Dad, Trix is staying with us tonight. She'll sleep with me in my room," I fake-yawned. 'Stupid, weak body that I have to pretend I have.' I thought, absolutely pissed at the fact that I had to pretend to be tired. While I wasn't a morning person and liked my sleep I only clocked in about four hours a night. A quick pair of naps, about 15-30 minutes, usually saw me through the day.
Trix and I went back behind the building, got on my motorbike, and tore off into the night. When we got to my house, we dismounted, first her and then I, and I moved my bike back to its spot in the woods. I pulled the key to my house from its hiding place on the side of the gutter and unlocked the door.
I showed Trix to my room, then grabbed my pajamas and entered the bathroom to change. When I left the bathroom, Trix had made the bed larger and was half curled up under the blankets, reading a book. "Must be some book, if you were so absorbed in it that you didn't notice me come in." My words clearly startle her, and she claps the book shut as if it had something that made it so I should not read it or something that she didn't want me to catch her with. I smile gently and crawl up on the other side of the bed.
I reach over, and ask, "Can I see what you are reading? If you think it's too old for me, you're probably wrong, there is little that is too old for me anymore."
She smiles, and replies with, "Sure, just don't laugh." I grin at that.
Turns out, she was looking at old Black family photos. I snort, and she takes the book back.
"I told you not to laugh," she pouted.
I smirked, and cuddled up to her, with the words, "I know that you still love Sirius, even if you refuse to acknowledge it. I also know that you love both of your siblings, blood traitors or not." She shut the book and turned out the lights.
"Go to sleep, silly!"
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In the morning, my dad addressed me with a, "Morning, Bella. You're grounded."
I sighed, knowing he was dead serious. "Do I have to go to school today? I really want to catch up with my friend, preferably before she goes back to England."
He hesitated, before sighing in defeat, "I suppose... So long as you are sure you can easily catch up with your schoolwork."
"Thanks, Dad!"
I run back upstairs and jumped on Trixie. Her resulting, "Oof! Hey!" was more than worth it as I laughed, "Get up! Get up! So much to do before you leave!"
"Who said I was leaving?"
"You have to go home later today, remember?"
She nodded, saying, "I suppose that's true." She got up, looked at me, and asked, "so, what's on the agenda for today?"
"Not sure yet. I figured we'd just make it up as we go along; let's not forget about sprinkling some ass-kicking in there. Maybe we could apparate to England and fuck with some of the magical folk there?"
"........"
"Don't look at me like that! You know it's fun!"
Her lips twitched, and (as if she hadn't already) decided, "We should definitely do that. But, won't your dad notice?"
"Nope. I asked him if I could spend the day with you, school or no. He agreed, but otherwise, I'm 'grounded'," I smiled, "I'll tell him not to expect me back until late, and we'll park the car somewhere, and you'll apparate us in and out from that point."
She frowned, "Can't you apparate yourself?"
"The technical answer is, yes, I can, but I am trying to avoid drawing attention to myself, therefore I cannot use magic at all."
She shook her head slowly as if wondering why I was wasting all my talent, then, "You do know you can seriously hurt yourself or stunt your magical growth by not using your magic, right?"
"What does it matter? I cannot ever go back to the life I left."
"Perhaps, but you already have serious power, you could forge a new life for yourself here in America."
"No thanks, Dumbles already has, like, six different instruments searching for my magical signature. In order to avoid him, I have to not only clamp down on my magic but get rid of my aura, buy a necklace to suppress my power, and never let my trunk and things see the light of day, yadda yadda."
"Oh. I see, then."
"So, let's stop wasting time, and get ready and head out."
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At 9:30, we hopped in my truck and parked it at the abandoned building. After we both got out, and I locked my truck, we looped arms and apparated to Diagon.
"Aww, can't we go to Knockturn? Diagon is boring." She half-heartedly glared at me from the corner of her eye.
"Actually, I have a quick errand to run, if you don't mind."
I snorted in laughter, "Does it have to do with your job? Because I really wouldn't mind meeting your boss, if just to punch him in his face." She sighed in exasperation, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. I'd been pushing to meet her 'boss' ever since she told me she worked for the dark lord or whatever. Not that I cared, I just had to make sure she was being treated right. She was like a mum to me, like the mum I never had. If anyone treated her like anything less than the queen she was, I would personally destroy them.
Of course, I always had some kind of weapon on me, and today was no different. I had my Glock, a (rather nice) pair of swords, a couple of regular knives, a set of throwing knives with assorted curses, poisons, and wards on them, my mace-encrusted hairband, and a ritual dagger. Oh, and don't forget the mini flamethrower I always carried with me and my favorite dagger that went everywhere with me.
"Yes. Fine. Come on. It's this way," Bellatrix muttered, grabbing my arm and pulling me with her.
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