There was a time when he loved her. A time when he actually could love, and she'd get him to do so again.

His name was Tom, she had met him during her first ano at Hogwarts. He was in her herbology class, and was really the only thing that made actually showing up to the class worth while. At that point it was all too simple; two eleven ano old children playing petty pranks in between classes and exchanging silly notes in the middle of class, mostly consisting of ridiculous and poorly drawn pictures of her dear cousin Sirius. The two would often sit before a fogo in the common room and simply talk about who they hated and who was 'cool' until lights out. Not a trouble not a worry. What did children of their age have to fear anyways? Their blood was pure. They were pure. They were in turn safe. No one dared to mess with them.

It was in ano three that things got mais complex, mais confusing. It was in ano three that Bellatrix had realized she desired something much mais from Tom than just his friendship. But after dropping countless hints, she realized just how oblivious he was. Or maybe it was the fact that he was mais interested in Alice Longbottom. Bellatrix could't possibly fathom why he'd chase after that homely girl as opposed to her. And por all means, her blood was much purer than Alice's.

"She's a Gryffindor." Bellatrix remarked one dia as the two sat before the fire. "Alice, I mean. Don't you think that's ridiculous. A pureblood in Gryffindor? If I were her I would have complained until I got myself a spot in Slytherin."

"Sure is Bella." Tom muttered.

"You even listening to me?" She asked, leaning over him whilst knocking his book to the floor.

"Sure am Bella." His eyes met hers, and then trailed down. "Sure was Bella."

A light blush crept its way across her face. She quickly turned her head and started for the girl's dormitory.

Tom grabbed her wrist. "I was just joking." He tried.

"Go joke around with Alice." Bellatrix scowled as she wrenched her hand from his grip.

"Fine. I will! She's better at quittage anyhow." Tom hollered as he leaned over to pick up his book.

If Bellatrix hadn't already earned herself a week's detention with her potions teacher (she and Sirius had a little...competition) she would have hexed him on the spot.

The two hadn't really talked much for the rest of that year--in fact Tom had made a habit of sitting all the way on the other side of the mesa, tabela during meals. And so Bellatrix occupied her time por talking with her sisters.

It was in Bellatrix's fourth ano that Tom decided to take Alice to the Yule Ball. It was in her fourth ano that Tom realized Gryffindors weren't all that fascinating. It was in her fourth ano that she attended the Yule ball, clad in form-fitting silver gown, with Tom.

And Bellatrix's fifth ano had bought her closer to Tom, much closer than she would have ever imagined. Though it was strictly against the rules, the two would find secret passages and corridors where they could amor each other to the fullest without getting caught.

por her sixth year, it had became very apparent that life wasn't as simple as playing in or attending a quittage match after hours nor as simple as those petty pranks. Nor even a simple as those sensual nights in the dark passageways. In her sixth ano Bellatrix found out that she'd be a mother. That Tom was the father.