The year persists on. I'm been better about being so distant. Less break downs. The attacks had stopped for a while. I though maybe it was over. For a while the trio seemed to be off on something. I saw Hermione constantly slipping into moaning myrtle's bathroom. I have no idea why. No one goes in there with myrtle.
Anyway I was wrong. Weeks later Hermione and some Ravenclaw girl got petrified.
Ron, Harry, and I head to the hospital wing to see her. It was scary to see her like that. Ron looked ready to cry. She had one fist clenched and a mirror in the other. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes.
We left the room in silence. We walked back to common room that way. We ceased to talk the rest of the night.
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Secret Child of Bellatrix Lestrange
FanfictionCURRENTLY UNDER HEAVY EDITING AND REWRITING. IF ANYTHING IS OFF JUST KNOW THATS WHY. Imagine being bellatrix lestrange's secret child. Father undetermined but you have your hunches. Hidden away and barely acknowledged. You finally get to go to Hogwa...
