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"Chapter fifteen: If only your pretty little mouth could shut."

(Apollo on left, Remus on right)

December 1976

"Hey Sirius, did ya know that bread fraud was once a thing."

"Oh shit really?"

"Bread Fraud was a huge thing in ancient times,the Roman Government provided people with bread and some store owners took advantage of that. Bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust. So they had to add stamps to their bread so if they were found guilty of bread fraud the government would know who it was. If you were caught you were basically in deep shit."

"Dude how much weed did you smoke?"

"Same amount as you, don't judge me Siri."

"Call me that again and I'll kill you."

"Okay Siri"

Annabelladonna was suddenly tackled out of the chair she was sitting in leaving her stunned on the floor and clutching her head. "Oh so you wanna play it that way?" She thought. The girl had tears start to crawl out from her eyes, attracting the attention of the other boys in their dorm. Sirius was knocked off of the girl by James and she sprinted to one of their beds to grab a pillow. James was basically just acting as an anchor keeping Sirius on the floor while he was being mercilessly beaten by his older sister. Her fake crying slowly turned into laughing at the betrayed look on his face.

"You evil cunts! Get off me."

"Aw James I think he's mad."

"Look, his face is as red as Lily's hair. I love Lily's hair, did you see the braid she put it in yesterday, she looked so pretty."

This caused the other three boys in the room to groan and made Bella hit James with the pillow too. Sirius took this as his opportunity to wrestle his way out and free himself, he was giggling the whole time.

"I escaped, I escaped, did you see that I escaped."

"Why are you singing Sirius?"

"Ha singing is a funny word siiiiiiiinging sinnnnnnging singgggging."

"Why am I friends with you?"

A small frown made its way to Sirius's lips.

"Because we love you Moony, sometimes I don't think we tell you that enough. You know we love you right? I mean of course we do, we became anima-"

Remus slapped his hand over his friends mouth before deciding he would never, ever, let Sirius smoke weed again. Bella became increasingly interested in her brothers words as he went on.

"You guys are animagi too? That's mental, who would've thought that we'd all be this fucking cool."

"Wait you're an Animagus?" To say that Remus was surprised would be an understatement. After all he didn't really know the girl that wormed her way into their lives very well so pretty much everything about her was a mystery.

"Yeah Asher and I became ones last year when Apollo got bit by a wolfyboy." Soft giggles spilled out of her lips for a few seconds but then her face fell as she suddenly realized what she had said.
"Shit I shouldn't have said that. Can you forget that? I'd really appreciate it if you did"
That was the moment when Annabelladonna decided to never mix smoking weed and drinking fire whiskey again. She shoved herself off the ground and launched herself out the door. "Bye guys, see you at breakfast. Let's never talk about this, thanks."
***
The girl was gone. She managed to evade the boys until they were boarding the Hogwarts Express to go home. She kept her head down and one of her arms was wrapped around Regulus's. She was clinging to the younger boy, the bags under her eyes looked like thunder clouds against the grey blue storm that were the windows to her soul. Whatever was waiting for her at the Noble Household of the Black's was not going to be good and it looked like whatever is was was already affecting her. The boys all watched her, looks of concern flickering over there faces until she was out of sight.

Annabelladonna would consider herself damned if she let Regulus go to Grimmuald Place alone again. No matter how many times he assured her it was fine she had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong and her instincts were telling her to watch over Reg. When the kids reached platform 9 and 3/4 Walaburga and Orion weren't there yet so the two teenagers had to wait in the train station. Bella picked up an unnamed newspaper from the ground and started to read to pass her time. More and more attacks have been happening lately and they've been seeping out of England and into other countries as well.

Her fingers traced against the pages. Black and white words filling her mind.

The attacks had reached France. Her home was no longer safe, her family was in danger.

France was not safe. Asher and Gwaine are muggleborns, the death eaters would bury them alive. Ares and Apollo were halfbloods, the latter being a half breed too, add them to the list. The people she had grown to love as parents were all in trouble too. As soon as the Adams found out that Asher was a wizard a target was placed upon their heads.
France was not safe, and Floria, Sweet sweet Floria Cardell wasn't safe either. Though the woman was an angel she comes from the deepest and darkest of hells. Being raised into a group of psychotic pureblood supremacist still affected her to this day. She still winces every time her stomach meets her bed remembering the burning of whip lashes on her back and how she cried face down, trying to suffocate herself in her pillow, too terrified to make any noise. Every time she accidentally drops something, every time she makes eye contact with a house elf and remembers the horrible things her family would do to them. She was places high up on the death eaters list of most wanted French witches as soon as she took off running from her childhood home and landed right in the arms of Zeus Cardell, a muggle police officer. He had the kindest of hearts and soon enough Floria found her horrid opinion on muggles changing. Annabelladonna was the most worried for Floria, the woman who took her in when she had no where else to go. The woman that slowly and surly changed Annabelladonna's view on the muggle world, the woman who sculpted Bella into who she is, the only reason Bella is a good person. The woman that over time, became Bella's mother. And now France was not safe. Annabelladonna knew that she needed to do whatever she could to stop Voldemort, so he couldn't get to her friends, her brothers, or anyone who may be more in the future.

***
Walaburga and Orion finally showed after two hours of slug like minutes and Bella wishing a train would just ram into her. Silence creeped around at every corner, no one in the Black family said a word. There were no hugs, no smiles, no mild embarrassment from being in public with your parents. Regulus was missing all of that, there was a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be. Reg was missing love and all Bella could hope for was that someone would come along and give Reg their own heart for him to keep. She had all of this in France, she had people waiting for her, she had boys who bit their nails and dragged her into the rain, twirling her around until she lost balance. She had people to warm her up in the snow, wrapping her in fabric until she couldn't walk. She had people who made every second of her life worth living, they made her adventurous, they made her happy.

No one could deny that Bella was loved, she had all of the love in the world and as she looked into her mothers eyes she couldn't even find a single trace of it. There was no sparkle in their gaze, neither of her parents had ever lit up whilst talking about each other. Bella never noticed this as a kid. She thought her parents were normal. She thought that all adults carried hate through the windows of the soul and tossed that hate into a stormy mix of cold waves crashing against each other as if they were in a fight. When Bella looked into her fathers eyes there was only a sliver of life trapped in those almond shaped cells. Her parents were the type of miserable that sought to destroy everything it could touch.

For most of their kids life the two had been winning, then Sirius ran away. They didn't it think it as much of a loss. Walaburga and Orion never guessed that Bella would start fighting against them, especially during the first Christmas when she was back "home". Bella never expected for her parents to spring something on her during the first Christmas where she was back but when her parents called her down and told her she had someone important to meet her stomach dropped.

***
When Annabelladonna came down the stairs on Christmas Day the first thing she saw was blonde hair. She sighed in relief, she'd heard from others that Voldemort was a bald bitch so at least she knew she wasn't dealing with him. When the man turned around she had almost wished it was the dark lord instead of who was in her sitting room.

Lucius Malfoy was standing tall, his chin inclined so much that you could barely see the rest of his face. He watched her walking down like she was a defenseless lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The girl knew that it wouldn't be wise to show weakness in front of him so she squared her shoulders and wiped any remaining emotion off of her face. It was just like she had always practiced as a kid except now there was no hidden joy in meeting the person she was to spend the rest of her life with. The blonde was slowly examining the brunette, he circled her like a shark who had just smelt blood, stopping in front of her the man smirked.

"You shall be adequate." His fingers found themselves under her jaw, lifting her head up even further. "If only you didn't have this hideous scar." He trailed his fingers over where the scar rested on her lips, down to her chin, and to her collarbone, and then up again. "Do you think I could get rid of it? Oh if so we can do great things together." His voice was just above a whisper, the intimacy of the act left Annabelladonna wanting to dig her nails through her skin and claw until every last bit of her that he touched would be gone. She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to lower her confidence just enough so that she would be compliant, meek, dependent on him, but not so much as to break her. Little did he know that the meek would inherit the earth.

"I do believe in what you said, we could definitely do wonderful things. If only your pretty little mouth could shut." Bella pushed on his jaw so that his lips would meet and he'd be quiet. "There, that is so much better, I was starting to get a headache Y'know? Your voice isn't the most pleasing, do you think you could make your voice a little lower, you kinda sound like a girl." Bella watched as a fire ignited in his eyes.

"Keep speaking like that little girl and the dark lord will be notified of your disobedience." This time Lucius spoke in a different tone, it was deeper, more throaty. Bella had to hold back a smirk, she was getting to him.

"Oh I can notify him myself, don't worry too much about it." Bella could see him reaching into his pocket, digging, digging, digging, he fished out his wand and held it at her face.

"I think it would be wise for you to apologize."

"Yeah you're totally right, unfortunately I'm not very bright thought." Bella went with her instincts and grabbed his wand, keeping her hand covering the tip, if she didn't work fast enough he could probably hex her hand of.

"Cru-." A fist met with his neck before he could finish uttering the spell. Because of the spot that she hit Lucius was left to crumble to the floor, almost as if he was sinking to the floor. The girl grabbed him by under the arms and dragged him to a closet, stuffing him inside.

"Okay. What do you do when you have a death eater in your closet? Fuck I don't know. Dumb bitch should've thought this out." She heard two sets of steps approaching the living room and flung herself to the couch, pretending to be interested in the Daily Prophet. She could never actually read that piece of shit though. She'd probably lose the few brain cells she had left, the author Marina Skeeter of the prophet was just a hypocritical old bat who was too opinionated for her own good. When Bells found out that she would be retiring and handing the business to her daughter soon she almost cried from relief. But that's besides the point. Walaburga and Orion floated into the sitting room, their noses so high in the air that they couldn't smell the shit that came out of their mouths.

"Where did Lucius go?"

"Lucius? Why would Lucius be here?" Her parents believing her lie was all that she could hope for at this point.

"We know for a fact that he is here somewhere. So I'll repeat, where did he go." Walaburga was so close to her daughters face that she could see every last freckle on the girls face. Her breath lingered in the air and let me just tell you she needed a breath mint. Bella held back a gag at the rancid air her mother was producing, it was at this point that Annabelladonna found the main source of air pollution in Britain.

"He's not here." A small groan came from the closet. "Oh shit.... uh I guess he's in the cupboard?"

Before more wands could be pulled on her Bella sprinted to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder. (I forgot if Grimmuald Place had the floo system set up but let's just pretend it did.)

"HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE!"
In a flash of smoke and flames the eldest Black child was gone without a trace, well technically she did have a trace since she's under 17 but you know what I mean. As she appeared in the old mans presence she frantically rushed away from the fire place. "Shut off your fireplace, shut off your fireplace, shit!" Her quick and shallow breaths were barely supplying her with enough oxygen so she leant against the wall and slid down until she was sitting. Resting her head in her hands the girl started filling her lungs with deeper and less rushed breathes.

"Is there anything that you would like to share Miss Black." Dumbledore didn't miss how the girl seemed to recoil at the thought of her own last name.

"I punched a death eater in the face and I think I just ran away from home. Shit I punched a death eater in the face, why did I do that, god how dumb can I possibly be." The last part of her small rant was mumbled into the palm of her own hand barely being loud enough to reach her own ears let alone his. Although old Dumbles somehow knows everything so he probably found a way to hear her.

"Would you like a lemon drop?"

Blink. With eyes filled to the brim with disbelief the girl finally looked up. She probably just ruined her entire life, how could he be offering her a fucking lemon drop at a time like this.

"Sure." Reaching out, grabbing the lemon drop, shit that's fucking sour, make a face, finish the candy ,rinse and repeat.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Order of the Phoenix" of course she hasn't

"No sir, I have not."

"I've been preparing a group to help combat the rising issue of Tom Riddle or who you may know as Voldemort. You've been on my list for a while but I had always considered you too young to join but after tonight I think it would be the favorable decision. You are seventeen after all, you'll have to choose a side of the war soon, and I want you to be on the right one." What was she supposed to say to this, she didn't want to fight a war. She was only 17 for fucks sake, she's practically still a child even if she was looked at as an adult.

Hesitation.

Her mind was a whirlwind of the different pros and cons of this situation, so fare the cons greatly out weighed the pros but she still found herself saying two words that would change her life forever.

"I'll join."

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A/N: Also damn this chapters long.

A/N: so I've been editing a lot of different little aesthetic board things for this story and I think these are kinda cute so enjoy. If you liked this chapter leave a vote or a comment and I'm always welcome to constructive criticism.