Treachery - Slytherin - 6 year girl's dorm - March 1976

Bellatrix was hardly a loving sister or daughter. She was hardly a good friend or a companion. She was strong, heartless and ambitious. She was all that, she truly was. Wasn’t she?

Ashe was crying in agony as she has thrown another object at the wall, shattering it to little pieces. Her dorm mates were standing against the door, afraid to step in. Bella truly tried getting a better grip on herself. She needed her sisters to tell her everything is going to be ok, that the said note was not representation of truth. Her father was dead, he was killed. She did not believe this news. It was not true. Her father was a powerful wizard; surely he was strong enough to defend himself. But the attack came undetected, as a complete surprise. It was no secret her father was involved in opposition to Dumbledore and his followers. It was only a matter of time before someone tried to remove him from his post. His power was his weakness; no one suspected assassination. It was detected that a mudblood radical has used venom unknown to wizarding world to poison Mr.Black.

Her father, her mentor, her everything was dead. She did not know how to deal with the news. Her body started shaking uncontrollably as she fell onto the floor trying to find tonic hidden deep inside her traveling case. Finally the bottle was snatched and opened. Bella sucked the contents, trying to swallow bitter liquid. She lowered her head, trying to catch her breath. Her head was still spinning, circles dancing tango in front of her eyes but at least she felt more relaxed.

She wasn’t heartless, she wasn’t strong; she was human. She loved and she cried just like everyone else. She just tried hiding these qualities because she knew many who would pray on one’s pain.

What Bella didn’t know and would never find out was the fact that young and ambitious gentlemen, was smiling at the moment. His plan has worked and soon enough he would have Blacks wrapped around his finger. All this family needed was a push; they were already half way there. This young youths name was Tom Riddle.