alt_draco | Entries tagged with auntie bella

The way I understand it, not everyone wants me here and as far as I'm concerned that's just fine, since I'm not exactly thrilled to be included, either. I haven't asked to be obliviated primarily because the access to absolute secret communication is too much to give up, and also because despite the fact that he is completely rubbish at pretending to be a Slytherin, I do trust Harry's judgement and instincts. Seems you all do, too. So, there's that.

Still, he's really the only one I do trust ~~now~~, and I'm sharing a 'secret' with this group only because it's a requirement and because, as I understand it, I'll now be able to go back and read everything you've ever written. I think the fact that I'll be able to see that should create discomfort that's roughly equal to what I feel in sharing a secret with people I don't trust and, in some cases, don't particularly care for.

So, here it is.

I've known about Sirius Black and his big shaggy dog form for yonks, and I've never told anyone. I've known the truth about Harry's family for yonks, and I've never told anyone. I've lied to both my parents' faces while feeling tremendous guilt for it and they've never been the wiser. I've made pleasant conversation with my Aunt Bellatrix, who's been trying to figure Black's animagus form out for ages, and haven't given her even the barest hint. I know first hand how the Lord Protector likes to punish children but I've secretly helped Harry and Hermione to defy him anyway, because he's a mad man and I really don't much fancy mad people. Especially when they get to run things.

So, does that satisfy?

I'll be coming along to the Tea Appreciation group today. I've told Harry he ought to come along as well, if he's able.

You know the boxes that I gave to Hermione to experiment with? Well I started to have second thoughts about modifying them or using them for much, because considering that they came from Auntie Bella, it might not be such a clever idea to muck about with them, for a variety of reasons.

But then, last night, I came across something I forgot that I owned.

I was directing the elf - we were clearing out my wardrobe of all the robes that no longer fit - and I was coming across all sorts of random things, like old comics, exploding snap cards, and the like. Even found an old orange that was dried up to a hard stone. And then I found a box, almost exactly like the one Auntie Bella gave me and Harry this year. This one has a shape is a little more square, and the carvings on the lid are different, but I'm sure it was made by the same craftsman. It was given to me for Christmas when I was twelve, and Harry got one, as well. Obviously, we were both to dim back then to figure out that the boxes actually did something and weren't just for stashing odds and ends into.

So we don't just have two boxes, we have four. And two of them probably safer to use, because they didn't come from my Aunt - they came from someone else. Regulus.

Sometimes I really don't understand Hydra. Who goes to a ramshackle shop in Camden to appreciate tea, of all things.

I mean, I know what this is really about. At least I think I do. Auntie Bellatrix isn't the warmest mother in the world, and Hydra's latching on to our cousin, instead. Though if she really wants to be mothered she ought to get in touch with mine - she loves to take Hydra shopping and things. I suppose that Hydra might secretly want to hack off Auntie Bella a bit, though, and going 'round to visit cousin Dora is a better way to accomplish that.

It's funny, though, because after listening to Blaise and Daphs talk about their plans to go to the Owlery Room, I was thinking that you and I should really go to one of those posh high teas, too. Not the Owlery Room, but maybe Katyenka, in Russell Square Gardens. Mother loves it, so I'm sure that you would, too. I'd much rather do that tomorrow afternoon, just the two of us.

I'm just really not comfortable with the idea of visiting my cousin with so many other people there. I don't know her well at all, and the very idea of it is just too strange.

It's hard to believe that something so good can end in a way that's so bad.

Up until the explosion, yesterday was one of the snitchest days I've ever had. I was with my family and friends, we were watching the Quidditch World Cup, which I didn't think I'd ever get to see here in England, and to top it all off, everyone else was invited, too. Who would want to ruin that? My Father was hurt. He should be alright, but he was lucky. Not everyone was.

Aunt Bellatrix was one of the ones leading the demonstration. I sort of wish I could have joined her and all the rest of them, but I'm not of age, so I couldn't.

So I know I've already asked you, but are you sure you're not hacked about Sunday's meeting? Because everyone would much rather have you as seeker, you know. No question about it. And I know you've told me it's fine but... well, you don't have your broom and you don't have your spot on the team and I know it's not fine, don't I? I know it's not. But look, things won't stay this way forever. They can't. Snape and MacNair can't hide out that much longer, I'm sure of it. And once they've caught them everything will go back to the way it was before.

I think we should work on that spell together, see if either of us can get any closer to casting it. I know the Raz is helping you during your lessons, but I'd like to learn to cast it too, just in case. I just really want to know what my patronus will look like too. That giant leopard is just so brilliant! I hope mine's a dragon or something equally wicked. It's just so hard to concentrate and think of something happy at the same time. The Raz sure is good at it, though, and he said it's like second nature by now so there's no reason why it can't be that way for us eventually, too. What do you reckon his happy thought is? I bet he thinks about all the girls he's snogged, past, present and future. Speaking of - are people still asking you about what's going on between him and Professor Sinistra? Daphs made some kind of probing comment about it when we were walking back from Creatures. I bet she fancies him like all the other girls do.

Now everyone's asking me about Hydra. What do they expect us to say? When it comes to what goes on between Hydra and Auntie Bella, it's just better to stay out of it.

Current Location: the library

Can anyone really be that unlucky? Even if he did live at the camps and think he was a mudblood his whole life, it just doesn't seem possible that someone can create that much havoc all on their own. Maybe the Transfiguration classroom is cursed, or that chair that Thomas sits in. I suppose we'll know more if all that mud business keeps up even with a new teacher for Transfiguration.

Harry's still quite upset. He doesn't want to disrespect Professor Carrow but he doesn't like it when people try to mess about with his belongings, especially if its Granger. Professor Slughorn says it's a good manners to share, and Harry normally really likes to share, but I think it's different with Granger because she's not a broomstick or a book, she's a ~~per~~ mudblood, and hardly anyone gets to have one of their very own. And she saved Harry's life once, too. I'd feel the same way if I were him. If it were Dennis who I had to share, I mean.

Now I'm sure that Harry will speak to his Father about it, and he doesn't do that very often because if he ran to his Father every time somebody or something upset him then most people would be terrified of Harry and he wouldn't have any real mates. It's the same reason why Hydra doesn't run off to Auntie Bella every time someone or something upsets her.

Current Location: the common room

I didn't really expect to miss France but in the weeks since we've been back it's been a complete bore. Father is off doing important political business and Mother has been with Auntie Bella a lot in case the baby comes, which it hasn't yet, even though it was supposed to have come on Sunday.

Mostly, though I don't know where Harry's been keeping himself. He only responded to one of my Owls while I was in France, and he never seems to write in his book anymore, either. Father says that the Lord just has a lot of plans for Harry right now and to be patient, and then he took me to Buckingham so I could see him, and the whole time I was there I just sat alone in a drawing room with Dennis, Harry never came round and neither did Granger. I thought I heard his voice in one of the corridors, but when I went out to look all I could see was a big group of adults talking about the muggle camps.

The reason it matters is because Harry's birthday is in a few days and I haven't heard yet what we'll be doing to celebrate. Last year we played quidditch with the Magpies, and then later at the Magpies-Falcons match they let Harry release the snitch. It was dead wiz-nift. Maybe we can do something with more people this time, though, like a party at Buckingham. What do you think, Harry? I hope you'll read this. I got your present in France but I've been waiting to give it to you. Seamus came over to the manor yesterday and I showed it to him and he was mad impressed and had never seen anything like it, of course. We had a pretty good time, though, wish you could have been there.

Current Mood: curious
Current Location: the manor library

Father's last Owl mentioned the importance of writing in my journal and not just writing comments in everyone elses'. I hadn't forgotten, only I've been awfully busy and I'm looking forward to Easter holiday because I think that when I get back, my detentions are over at last.

This last week's detentions were with Professor Lockhart. He wanted me to clean and polish the gallery of art in his office. It's all photographs and paintings of him, usually with someone famous, though in some of them he's standing with one foot on the back of some dark creature that he's conquered. There's really a great load of pictures, and they go all the way up to the ceiling so its good he has one of those sliding ladders like there are in the library. It was funny, though, because I thought the pictures would just be dusty but instead a lot of them were sort of..smeary, I guess. So cleaning them really wasn't that easy.

The real problem was that Dennis came in and tried to help me. I didn't even see him because I was way up on top the ladder and he was way down low near the floor. Only Professor Lockhart came in to check on me and he said he was disappointed that I would recruit my mudblood servant to assist me. Dennis tried to tell him that he came in on his own to help and that Master Draco didn't know he was there, and Professor Lockhart just laughed after that and sent him on his way. But of course Dennis didn't move because he waits until I send him away before he leaves. So I sent him away. But I see now why Harry didn't think Dennis was a very good servant. Because he wants to help you so much but he's too little, or something, to know when and where he should be helping sometimes. I tried to talk to him about never doing anything for me unless I specefically ask for it, and he said that he wouldn't be a very good slave if he did that. That he needs to be able to anticipate my needs to be the best slave there is. I like the idea of him anticipating my needs, but so far he's not very good at it. So after my detentions are over I think I'll have to work on that with him.

One thing I like, though, is that even though they know Dennis is a mudblood, his magic has never manifested - at least not yet. He told me he hopes it never does and I told him I hope so too. If mudbloods steal magic they must steal it from the people they're closest to, so if he decides he can't help it and he needs magic, I'm positive that it's mine that he'll get. I really do wonder how they do that, though. I suppose it's something that the grownups will figure out, eventually.

Here's something else: did anyone see my Aunt Bellatrix at school last week? Around Thursday I think? If she was here it must have been important business, because she didn't come round to say hi to me or to Harry.

Current Location: the dormitory

Why are all the girls are going around the castle with their hair in ridiculous curls? Well, mostly ridiculous, I supose it suits some people. Others are better off with blue ears. Actually, I overheard some Hufflepuff at supper yesterday, claiming that I won AK by cheating. I can't believe anyone still cares enough to complain, but if they do I'll only say that its not cheating to ask for an experts advice on a subject. My aunt was an expert hit-wizard and its not cheating to ask her about it, its called strategy. Just like if I needed to make a good potion I'd go to Professor Slughorn and if I wanted to be saved or save someone from dying I would go to Madam Pomphrey. Or, I might go to my Mother first. And even in quidditch, sometimes teams will bring in retired players for a bit of coaching.

Mother, did you and Father get my Owl on friday? No ones written me yet this week ~~and I don't understand what's goi~~

We've got a load of charms to work on this week, and me and Blaise and Teddy are going to work together. I guess Vince and Greg will be there too, because they're in the same dorm and whatnot, but I don't see them doing much of the actual work. Harry, you can join us if you want. If you can tear yourself away from the library for once, that is.

Current Location: a staircase somewhere

Unlike some people, I'm just fine with the results of the potions exam. My goal was to make the top ten and since I made the top five, I've gone beyond that. My next goal will to be higher in the top five.

If you were wondering why I wasn't at the music party last night, it's because I was writing a letter to Mr Cuthbert about my Nimbus 2001 and what I thought of it. I didn't have a bad thing to say, aside from the fact that it was too bad I wasn't allowed to bring it to school and show it to everyone. But that's not anything to do with Mr Cuthbert, of course, and I told him so.

Auntie Bella, if you're reading this thank you for replying to my Owl so fast, especially since Mother said you are feeling delicate lately.

AK is pretty brill so far. It's funny to see people running around and covering their ears - as if that could stop the hex somehow! I'm only worried because I woke up with part of my right hand all tingly with pins and needels. I went to Madame Pomfrey and she said I slept on it wrong and pinched a nerve and that I would just have to wait for it to go away. So far it hasn't.

Current Location: on my way to class

Mother and Aunt Bella and Nanella want me, Harry, and Hydra out of the way while they finish getting things ready for the party tonight, so after breakfast they sent us to the conservatory to put together a giant gingerbread house! The walls are taller that I am, and sort of heavy, so we've been using wingardium leviosa to get them upright. I might need to find a sticking charm, though, because the icing sugar isn't really strong enough to hold everything together. It is good for sticking peppermints and sugared jellies on for decorations, though. The jellies are nearly the size of quaffles! Hey Harry, maybe we should save one and practise with it once I get my broomstick?

It's a good thing I haven't an allergy to sugar, otherwise I'd be very sick by now. Speaking of, I can breathe much better now that I'm back at the manor. Seems I was right after all and that castle air is all mouldy and bad for the lungs.

Current Location: the conservatory

I was up very late revising last night, as there was too much to fit in yesterday, between listening to the new Weird Sisters' album, games of exploding snap with Harry, and my weekly Owls to Mother, Father, and Hydra. The importance of schoolwork surpasses all of that, of course, so I spent some extra time on the finishing touches, just to be sure.

There really is a lot of schoolwork, isn't there? I mean, it is school, so there should be, but Auntie Bella's Hogwarts stories always seemed to be more about fun and games, like shoving the heads of mudblood students into the toilets, or putting jinxes on their shoes that would make the laces tie together and trip them up. Maybe things were just different back when mudbloods were allowed to be students. I mean, things were worse, obviously, but it was probably fun to put them in their place. Now that they're finally there, it's just a matter of forgetting about them. That would be an easier task if they didn't keep popping up in places where they shouldn't be.

Oh god, I just realised that if mudbloods were once students here, then they probably once sat in our desks and used the same sinks and toilets and ugh, who knows what else. What a revolting thought. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born with such a vivid imagination.

Current Mood: nauseated
Current Location: the library stacks