BLACK, Bellatrix Cruella

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What can be found in a name:
Bellatrix Cruella Black
When the day I was born:
02/03/1951
The Angels screamed:
Cygnus and Druella Black
And Hell shut its doors:
N/A
While creatures retreated:
Pureblood
To depths unknown:
Former Slytherin

I hide from them:
Her Bedroom
Be who they want to see:
Eyes: When Bellatrix is calm and relaxed, her eyes are a piercing pale blue that could rip your heart out. However, when she is angry and in one of her moods, here eyes are a pitch black that could tear you apart. They are in a shape of narrow slits, only lighting up when she is happy.

Hair: Bellatrix has long flowing black hair that passes her shoulders. It is often an uncontainable mess, just like she is. She never ever wears her hair up, thinking that it is pointless to hide such a beauty.

Height: Bellatrix is rather short for he age, only standing at about 5'1.

Weight: Bellatrix has a rather large bust and small waist, causing her to be about 130lbs.

Other characteristics: Bellatrix does not have any distinguishing features besides a birthmark on her back.

Style: Bellatrix tends to stray away from light and happy colours. Her style is mostly dark clothing with rather weird designs or very bold colours.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Bellatrix can be described in three small words, Stone Cold b!tch. With one look into her black eyes, shivers will immediately go down your spine. But it Bellatrix the same on the inside as she is on the outside? The answer is yes. She is a true pregnant dog in and out. There is no warmth in her, only coldness. Kindness is not her strong point. She has never been kind to anyone, not even her family. Even as a young child she was frosty and vile. If you would ever mess with Bellatrix it would be the last thing you ever did.

Beneath all those frosty layers of pure evil, there is a person but only a small amount. Never ever has Bellatrix revealed her true feelings about anything. She only says what she thinks she should say. After all, she has a reputation to protect. The reputation of being a psychotic maniac willing to kill anyone who even looks in her direction. Bellatrix feels no remorse about anything nor does she have a conscious. It is like the part of a person's brain that separates good from bad is completely missing from her. She is a daring individual, having challenged many men way bigger and stronger than her to a duel before, and winning every time. Determination is her key ingredient to what makes her like she is. When she sees something she wants she does not hesitate to get it.

Though most people only see the cold version of Bellatrix there is a side of her, though she would not like to admit it, that is scared. When she is alone, away from the rest of the world, she does have doubts. She sometimes thinks that she cannot accomplish some of the challenges the dark lord gives her. She fears that maybe some of the men are right, that a woman can not make it as a death eater. Her fear turns into violence, causing herself to sometimes afflict pain on her person for thinking such things. Bellatrix would be lying if she told you that she has never hit herself. She once hit herself so much that there was a bruise on her thigh. Causing herself self pain seems to help clear the doubts she may have.

She sometimes is scared to get out of bed and face the world. She sometimes wishes she could have an easy life, one where she could be in a small little cottage not worrying about what she will have to do next for the advancement of herself within the Death Eaters. Bellatrix feels as though she has to constantly prove to everyone that she belongs in the Death Eater's. She wants to be a part of that group so badly that she takes whatever task that is thrown at her and makes sure to make it perfect. She thrives for perfect in whatever she does. She wants to be the best. She needs to be the best.

Love has never been a strong point with Bellatrix. She has only ever felt that emotion once before, and that was towards Lord Voldemort. He is the only person who has a soft spot in the stone cold mess that is Bellatrix's heart. Other than that, she feels nothing. There is no emotions in this woman. The years have harden her, making her personality one that is unbearable to witness. A broken soul, one with no direction. That is Bellatrix Black in a nutshell.
This soulless being:
Dark Arts, Insulting others, Shopping, Standing up for what she believes in, Males, Voldemort, curses, seeing pain in others, blood, seeing others die.
Is just as lost:
Mudbloods, Muggles, Gryffindors, Tomatoes, Order members, Dumbledor, Anyone Opposed to her beliefs, Cleaning, traitors, people in general.
As everyone else:
Curses, Jinxes, Unforgivable, shutting people out of her life, death glares
In a world that knows only hate:
Emotions, Voldemort , Potions, staying sane, Transfiguration
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
She can't swim. When she was younger she nearly drowned while trying to swim and never tried to swim again.

Sometimes, she does cry. She thinks crying is a weakness but sometimes when she is alone she does cry.

They left me to die:
Druella (Rosier) Black. Since she is a Rosier, it can be assumed that Bellatrix is related to many of the Rosiers in the Wizarding world.
On a bed of roses:
Cygnus Black. The Black family goes back for centuries. Mostly anyone with the last name Black would be related to Bellatrix. Such as Sirius Black, Regulus Black, etc.
Blood seeping through:
The Black family has many secrets. One they like to keep hidden is how many so called 'blood traitors' are in their family.
The satin sheets of fame:
Very Rich.
What a bitter story of love:
Even at a young age Bellatrix was drawn to the dark arts. She would always sneak into her father's study to read up on the unforgivable curses or to read up on dark magic. She loved the way magic made people so powerful and when she finally started to show signs of magic at the age of three, she knew she was destined for great things. Her childhood was a normal one, well as normal as growing up in the Black household could get. She was sinister as a child, always up to no good. She was often picking on her sisters, or sadly, being cruel to animals. Bella never liked animals. One time, when she was six, Bellatrix was swimming with her sisters at a lake. Everything was fine until Bellatrix went to far out and couldn't swim. She began to drown, but luckily her father came and pulled her out. She never went into the water since.

On her arrival at Hogwarts, Bellatrix was sorted into Slytherin, as many Blacks before her. Bella was thrilled and fitted into Slytherin immediately. Slytherin was a perfect match for her. She would often be caught in the corridors of Hogwarts, picking on mudbloods and showing her superiority. In first year, she gained the reputation as the pregnant dog. Everyone was scared of her, even some of the older children. The power made Bella feel alive and like she could do anything.

In her Hogwarts days, around the age of 14, Bellatrix had got sort of a reputation. Rumors had started to spread around that she was, well snogging a lot of guys. As she got older more rumors went around that she was sleeping with a lot of men as well. These were not true. Truth be told, most of the male students were scared of Bellatrix and her twisted ways. She didn't deny the rumors though. It was what was expected of her. She craved the male attention that she was rumored to have. It got lonely sometimes. She doesn't really have any close friends. All the girls are either scared of her or hate her for some reason. She could never get close enough to anyone to make a friend. Bellatrix fears of being close to anyone, though. She doesn't even tell her sisters her secrets.

She was a rather bright student, getting E's and O's on her O.W.L.S. However, she was often in detention for snapping at students who bother her. Her short temper did tend to get the best of her. Some of the teachers were even scared of her. With one look from those frosty black eyes, you could be frozen in place. She continued the reputation of the b!tch well after her graduation from Hogwarts. Though she did enjoy her time there, she knew she was destined for bigger and better things.

As soon as she graduated she became a Death Eater. Finally her life ambitions were coming true. Her dedication to the group and her talents were easily shown and she found herself climbing the ranks of the group rather quickly. Though she was arranged to be married to Rodolphus, she found herself giving her heart to the great Dark Lord. Soon enough, because of her talents, she started receiving secret training from him also. To this day the training continues and Bellatrix is the happiest she has ever been.

As she looked into her eyes in the mirror before her, she saw nothing. No emotions, no life, just emptiness. She felt empty inside. Only a few things could fill her up with a false sense of joy anymore. The dark lord, who would never love her back, and hurting people. She got a sick sense of joy out of seeing other people in pain. It would help her numb the pain she felt daily. She remembered as a child she used to be so much more happy and everything in life was easy. Now, things were by far more complicated. She found herself wrapped up into a world of pureblooded perfection, lies and betrayal. Sure, she was usually the center of all that but she found it easier to put up a hard layer and block everyone out of her life and prevented anyone to know the real her.

Stepping back from the mirror, Bellatrix took in her appearance. Her dark hair, wild as it was, dangled to her shoulders as her piercing blue eyes took in her pale skin and short figure. She wore a slim black dress, as always. It wasn't very often that you saw Bellatrix wearing any colour. All her life she was groomed to be the perfect little lady. She was taught how to walk, how to sit, and how to act. Truth be told, Bellatrix hated it. She knew that she was never going to be the perfect little lady. She wanted to be a part of the action and fight, not sit on the sidelines and watch. She knew her power could be amounted to that of any man. Slowly she was breaking out of the typical pureblooded girl stereotype and showing people that she was a dangerous force to mess with. Her temper was short but she could still contain it, for now.

On the agenda for today was something that, deep down inside, Bellatrix was kind of excited for, though she would never admit it. She had finally agreed to spend some actual time with Rodolphus alone. Usually, when they were together, there was either her sisters with her, her family, or it was forced upon her. When she was younger, she despised spending time with Rodolphus. It was like a cat clawing out her eyes every time she was with him. Her parents expected her to marry such a smug, egotistical man? Even early on Bellatrix had sworn off marriage. She had seen how marriages went sour and didn't want that, especially with Rod. However, as the years went on, and both of them matured gradually, he began to grow on her. Dare say it, she may have some feelings for the boy, but she would never admit that out loud just yet. He was attractive, a pureblood and someone she enjoyed spending time with. Why not give him a chance?

As Bellatrix waited for the arrival of her, well we shall call it a date, she could feel the butterflies flutter in her stomach. Most guys were too scared of her to ask her out on a date, which she both liked and disliked. She liked the feeling of being in control and having people crumble at her piercing glare but it did get lonely. After all, she was simply just a teenage girl with feelings and needs. She wanted to be loved and to be held tight in a guy's strong arms. Sometimes she felt like that wouldn't happen to her, like she wasn't destined for love. Hopefully that would change though.

Bellatrix was snapped out of her thoughts by a small voice coming from the entrance to her bedroom. Her eyes darted towards the door, snarling at the house elf that told her Rodolphus was waiting downstairs for her. She hated house elves with a passion. They were so disgusting and made her skin crawl. Scolding the house elf away, Bellatrix grabbed her black clutch purse to match her outfit and headed out of the room, beating any butterflies that were in her stomach away. She descended the stairs and into the entrance hall where she saw Rodolphus standing there, waiting.

"Nice to see you are on time," she said simply with a smirk on her face as she stepped off the last step. She looked at him once, taking in his choice of clothing and mentally approved of it all. For a boy he sure did know how to dress to impress, which was good for her. Turning on her heel, Bella headed towards the coat rack and put on her long black and gray tweed coat that matched the rest of the outfit. She then turned back towards Rodolphus with the same smirk still on her face. "Where shall we be heading this evening?" She asked as she buttoned up her coat. This better be a great date. Truth be told, it was her first date. She would never admit that though. It would be her own little secret.

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COMMENTS: yayness, and yes, I recycled the first part of this !
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