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 anno at Hogwarts. He was in her herbology class, and was really the only thing that made actually mostrare up to the class worth while. At that point it was all too simple; two eleven anno 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 fuoco 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 anno three that things got più complex, più confusing. It was in anno three that Bellatrix had realized she desired something much più from Tom than just his friendship. But after dropping countless hints, she realized just how oblivious he was. o maybe it was the fact that he was più interested in Alice Longbottom. Bellatrix could't possibly fathom why he'd chase after that homely girl as opposed to her. And da all means, her blood was much purer than Alice's.

"She's a Gryffindor." Bellatrix remarked one giorno as the two sat before the fire. "Alice, I mean. Don't te 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 tavolo during meals. And so Bellatrix occupied her time da talking with her sisters.

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

And Bellatrix's fifth anno 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 Amore each other to the fullest without getting caught.

da her sixth year, it had became very apparent that life wasn't as simple as playing in o 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 anno Bellatrix found out that she'd be a mother. That Tom was the father.