Post by therealbella on Aug 31, 2010 1:33:00 GMT 1
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What can be found in a name:
Bellatrix Druella Black
When the day I was born:
August 16, 1958
The Angels screamed:
Mother - Druella Black
Father - Cygnus Black
Sister - Narcissa Black
Sister - Andromeda Black
And Hell shut its doors:
A Black Cat - Freemont
While creatures retreated:
Pure-blood
To depths unknown:
Slytherin
I hide from them:
Knockturn Alley
Forbidden Forest
Hogsmeade
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Be who they want to see:
Bella has dark and heavy eyes that sit beneath perfectly-polished and tamed, dark eyebrows. She has long, thick hair dripping in black color. Her hair is very shiny and attractive, and she has it cut to clean ends. Bellatrix is fairly tall, standing at a height of 5'5". She has a harsh, high-pitched voice that could scare anyone when she speaks lowly. She has a very thin mouth and skinny facial features. Bella is very petite in frame, though is built of soft muscle.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Bellatrix is a very mean person, but in a cruel way. She's definitely the type to play with her victims before ridding the world of them. She is completely sadistic, seducing, and ridiculously harsh. Bella doesn't have a conscience. She doesn't reflect on her actions, and simply moves forward from the consequences of them. She hardly knows the difference between right and wrong. She is disgusted by muggles, muggle-borns, and most half-bloods as well. Purity is definitely the only way to befriend this female witch, but you're lucky if you make it long enough in her presence to prove you're friend-worthy. She doesn't believe in friendship as much as she is concrete about alliances. Bellatrix is very hard to handle, if anyone could handle her at all. She worships the ground that the Dark Lord walks on, and is absolutely in love with him. Bella has every intention in getting what she wants, and killing anyone who stands in her way. She is selfish, cocky, and overall not so great of a person.
This soulless being:
Guys
Torture
Causing grief and pain
Lord Voldemort
Being able to fully trust someone
Is just as lost:
Muggles/Muggle-borns/Half-bloods
Ignorance
Technology
Laughter of children
Filth
As everyone else:
Independent
Sneaky
Loud
Liberating
Wild
In a world that knows only hate:
Cocky
Greedy
Stuck-up
Sadistic
Cruel
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Bellatrix is rather truly fond of Rodolphus Lestrange, though they are in an arranged marriage.
Bella is trying to devise a plan to kill off her father.
They left me to die:
The Rosiers. Druella Rosier's brother, Stewart, and his wife Beatrice are not seen often by the Black family. Stewart and Beatrice have a son, Evan, that is cousin to Bellatrix and her sisters. Any other family members beyond that from Druella's side of the family are disregarded.
On a bed of roses:
The Blacks. It's interesting, really. The Black family is very large, and could go back generations. Simply speaking, Arcturus and Melania Black had two sons - Orion and Cygnus the third. Orion married his second cousin, Walburga, so an already member of the family became the aunt of Cygnus' children - Bella, Cissa, and Meda. Cygnus married Druella Rosier, of course, to produce their fine offspring. Orion and Walburga had two sons, Sirius and Regulus, of whom are cousins to Bellatrix and her sisters.
Blood seeping through:
None. The Blacks have no family secrets or shame. Any disgusting, blood-traitors have been plucked off the family tree. Good riddins.
The satin sheets of fame:
Very rich
What a bitter story of love:
Born on August 16, 1958, Bellatrix Druella Black was the first born to Cygnus and Druella Rosier. The couple was so proud to have another descendent, though Druella was more excited than Cygnus. Druella passed down her name to Bella, and while Cygnus appreciated his daughter, he really wanted a son. Either way. Cygnus and Druella did their thing and ended up with a child. Just a year later, their family was granted with another daughter, Andromeda Black. The parents reacted the same, blessed yet longing for a son. And so they tried again, only to fail and to be graced with a blonde-haired baby girl - Narcissa Black. After their third daugher, Cygnus decided that he already had too many girls in the house, and no longer wanted to try for a son. While disappointed, he learned to live with his daughters.
And so sparked the childhood of Bellatrix Black. Even as a child, Bellatrix was treated like a spoiled, little princess. Not to say her sisters weren't as well, because all of the Black girls got what they wanted. Still, Bella seemed to bribe her parents into doing her deeds moreso than her other sisters. Bellatrix was a cruel child. She instigated arguments with other children, bullied most, and enjoyed the torture of things she could get a hand on. Bella always had a good grasp on what was right and was wrong - in the sense of her parents. She knew that doing what she had to do to get what she wanted, being the most feared, and agreeing with her parents was what she classified as right. She never once disobeyed her parents, in hopes that she could get what she wanted in the end. Most days, she did. Bellatrix played her parents like puppets, though they seemed to not object. They were perfectly clear on the lines of pure-blood loyalties, and in turn wanted to give their daughters the things they wanted to keep their views in check. While they tried so desperately, undercover but desperately, to keep their children in the views of those in their family before them, they didn't seem to grasp the fact that Bellatrix had a firmer hold on that concept than they did themselves.
Throughout Bella's entire childhood, she reacted the same. Her entire personality grew, if nothing, stronger as she aged. She never saw torturing people as wrong, or even killing animals as cruel. Bella saw truth in the fact that things weaker could be hurt, and would be hurt if reason provided. Mostly, she killed small animals out of boredom. As a very small child, around the age of seven and eight, she used sticks to probe the life out of frogs, insects, and the like. Growing into her nine and ten aged years, Bellatrix began to steal knives and started to kill rabbits and the like. It wasn't weird, at all, for her to return home, only for her mother to shriek at the sight of blood all over Bella's bare hands. Bella, however, thought it amusing. Cygnus, her father, tended to react similar to his wife, but entirely thought it useful. At least, in his mind, Bella would be able to prove to anyone at Hogwarts that she could take them out. Even though she hadn't received her Hogwarts letter, Bella knew that it was coming - and so did her parents. Bella had shown signs of powers at the age of six, but her parents saw far too much potential danger in getting her a wand until they knew she could go to Hogwarts to know how to use it.
Bellatrix did recieve her letter. A week after her eleventh birthday, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry accepted Bella into their school with open arms, just like they had every other Black family member. Bella ventured away from her jealous sisters, who wanted to go to Hogwarts with her, and into the lifestyle of a magical student. Bellatrix went through the same routine as any other Hogwarts student, though was sorted into the Slytherin house just as quickly as Tom Riddle himself was. Bella made her imprint on the house, and the members of it. Quickly, those around her learned to fear her name. The Black family became known as an all-time threat to those in Hogwarts, in other houses especially. Bella didn't get along with most people. Still, being a pure-blood she knew plenty of people from the parties over the years. One person she knew quite well was Rodolphus Lestrange. The boy was the same age as herself, pushed into the same house, and they had known each other since childhood. Little did they know, their parents had bigger plans for them other than friendship. Still, they wouldn't learn of it until later down the road.
Bella had no love interests throughout her first couple of years at Hogwarts. While she was always keen on Rodolphus and looked at other options as well, Bella never quite found someone that interested her enough to pursue as a love interest. Still, even if she had, she wouldn't take rejection as an answer. If she had pursued someone and they rejected, she would definitely have to torture them. She really didn't feel like getting expelled, either, and have her parents disregard her as their daughter. So, to keep the peace, she tried to keep her female, teenage hormones in check. While this was true, if anyone pursued her as a love interest first, and she could honestly see that they weren't trying to pull a fast one over her, she would allow some sort of fling to occur, though had never got involved completely physically - as in, gone all the way. As Bella grew to become a fifteen-sixteen year old woman, she began to have more trouble compacting her feelings for Rodolphus. She found him attractive, stunning, and cunning. He had all of the traits that she desired in a man, and she was completely, profoundly sure that she wanted him as her future husband. Why not? They could be a great couple together.
What happened in the summer of 1976, before her seventh year began, was extremely life-influencing. Bellatrix was introduced to the idea of an arranged marriage, proposed by her father to the father of Rodolphus Lestrange, the eldest brother and the man that Bella had become very familiar with. Of course, Rodolphus' father accepted and the couple was thrown a pre-engagement party. Rodolphus and Bella, while get along fabulously, are very true to not be in love with each other. While Bella can only speak for herself, she quite honestly isn't in love with Rod. Still, she does hold feelings for him. But just what makes her not in love with the guy she's admired for years? Another man...Tom Riddle. Yes, her Dark Lord holds her heart. She has completely fallen for Lord Voldemort himself, and holds him very dear to her heart. As such, she plans on joining him after her wedding with Rodolphus. One of the main reasons she stays with Rodolphus is because of Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, because of his high regard of Bella, urges her to marry Rodolphus to have the future pure-blood generation. In either case, along with beginning her seventh year at Hogwarts, Bellatrix is positioning herself to become branded by her lord after graduation, as well as become a wife.
Dark. The moon. A red spark. Grey clouds. Screams. Disaster.
Ultimately, that was all that Bellatrix lingered for. It was what she lived for. She had been hanging around Diagon Alley that evening, the clock ticking to its position that indicated it was well past midnight. Still, Bellatrix was not asleep, in a coma-like state. Bella Black had been seeking out a muggle-born adult that had pushed her out of the way earlier that day. She had snooped around to find out who in fact he was, based on description, and was informed that he liked to roam the streets of Diagon Alley, drunk, and bury himself in the rooms above one of the pubs. It was so easy. Bella lingered around just to find the stranger who had pushed her. It may have seemed wrong to want to cause pain to someone who had merely pushed her out of the way, but he had done it so viciously and purposely, and Bella would make him suffer.
Smirking, she approached the drunken male very smoothly. "Hello there, remember me?" she asked, wrapping her left arm around his neck. She stared into his red eyes, watching him smile confusedly at her. "No...but I want to. Should I? I wanna know you!" he said, staring her up and down. Bella laughed lightly, then moved her face closer to his. "Then follow me," she whispered, then took his hand in her own and led him toward Knockturn Alley. They ventured further, with him slurring words underneath of his alcohol-stained breath. There were men and women lined against the buildings of Knockturn, most too ill-minded to realize what was going on.
Bella led him into the forest, her shrill laugh beginning to sound. Knowing that they were so far away from people that could even possibly get him out of her death clutch was enough to make her orgasm with excitement. This entire deal was like a sexual interaction. She had already seduced him, and now she was teasing him down to the ground. Bella brushed her lips against his skin, then sneakily ripped her wand from underneath of her shirt. "Incarcerous!" she whispered, aiming at his body. Ropes whipped from her wand and wrapped themselves around him. "Oooo a bad girl!" Bella laughed lightly. "You have no idea," she teased. Bella then shouted "Muffliato!" and aimed at the air around the area. Smiling down at him, she began to see the terror in his eyes. She was going to climax. "Crucio!" she screamed. Her play-thing began to scream, and she tilted her head up. Closing her eyes, she took in the shouts from her toy and grinned. Laughing, she flicked her wand and his screaming ceased. Panting, the man struggled in the ropes. Bellatrix looked down at him, still suffering from the torture. "Goodbye," she whispered, then disappeared far away from the spot where she left him.
Ultimately, that was all that Bellatrix lingered for. It was what she lived for. She had been hanging around Diagon Alley that evening, the clock ticking to its position that indicated it was well past midnight. Still, Bellatrix was not asleep, in a coma-like state. Bella Black had been seeking out a muggle-born adult that had pushed her out of the way earlier that day. She had snooped around to find out who in fact he was, based on description, and was informed that he liked to roam the streets of Diagon Alley, drunk, and bury himself in the rooms above one of the pubs. It was so easy. Bella lingered around just to find the stranger who had pushed her. It may have seemed wrong to want to cause pain to someone who had merely pushed her out of the way, but he had done it so viciously and purposely, and Bella would make him suffer.
Smirking, she approached the drunken male very smoothly. "Hello there, remember me?" she asked, wrapping her left arm around his neck. She stared into his red eyes, watching him smile confusedly at her. "No...but I want to. Should I? I wanna know you!" he said, staring her up and down. Bella laughed lightly, then moved her face closer to his. "Then follow me," she whispered, then took his hand in her own and led him toward Knockturn Alley. They ventured further, with him slurring words underneath of his alcohol-stained breath. There were men and women lined against the buildings of Knockturn, most too ill-minded to realize what was going on.
Bella led him into the forest, her shrill laugh beginning to sound. Knowing that they were so far away from people that could even possibly get him out of her death clutch was enough to make her orgasm with excitement. This entire deal was like a sexual interaction. She had already seduced him, and now she was teasing him down to the ground. Bella brushed her lips against his skin, then sneakily ripped her wand from underneath of her shirt. "Incarcerous!" she whispered, aiming at his body. Ropes whipped from her wand and wrapped themselves around him. "Oooo a bad girl!" Bella laughed lightly. "You have no idea," she teased. Bella then shouted "Muffliato!" and aimed at the air around the area. Smiling down at him, she began to see the terror in his eyes. She was going to climax. "Crucio!" she screamed. Her play-thing began to scream, and she tilted her head up. Closing her eyes, she took in the shouts from her toy and grinned. Laughing, she flicked her wand and his screaming ceased. Panting, the man struggled in the ropes. Bellatrix looked down at him, still suffering from the torture. "Goodbye," she whispered, then disappeared far away from the spot where she left him.