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Black- Chapter One
A cold wind cut through the night, slim fingers of invisible ice brushing through the many layers on Arabella Greengrass's skin.
What had I done this time?
Why was I never able to measure up?
When were things going to get better? Were they ever going to get better.
She often wondered these things, and almost always could be found ruminating on these thoughts from her perch on the roof. The thoughts never left, but there were only two places in the world where she let them run away with her.
Another cold burst of wind wrapped around her, tugging with all its might on her hair. With a quick pull, the band was pulled out and long, blonde hair danced around her face. Strands stuck to dried tears on her face, and Arabella did nothing.
It was Christmas Eve, and there was a fresh layer of snow on the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Christmas was always spent here, and for the past year it had been home.
The evening had been a disaster, which was not a surprise. Anything that involved her parents was bound to end this way, with Belle finding solace in a quiet corner. She could never do anything right, she thought, feeling the tightness in her chest.
A quiet creak sounded behind her, and despite her sadness, Belle allowed a small smile to form. The comforting weight of a blanket settled around her shoulders, and she gripped it tightly around her, grateful for the warmth. Scorpious settled behind her, molding his body to hers in the most platonic way possible.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, why are you up here freezing? You've been gone for two hours and you're turning blue. It's not a good color on you." Bella didn't need to talk, her cousin knew why she came up here.
A fire roared in the large marble fireplace, intense heat filling the room. Bella was placed in the chair next to the fire, and looked up as her cousin sat across from her, eyes filled with worry.
"Bella, I know these evenings upset you, but can you promise me that you'll never again try to become a statue on the roof? I really would prefer for you to be alive." Bella looked up, green eyes finding identical green eyes. She only nodded, and looked away, into the fire. "My darling cousin, I am going to bring you some tea, and then you will talk to me. It doesn't do to keep all this inside." Another blank stare, another nod.
Bella searched inside herself for the flicker of her soul that was still untouched by her haunted family; finding it and wrapping the light around herself. It was the only way she could still feel alive.
The door opened and shut behind her, and before waiting for her cousin to sit, Bella began to talk. It wasn't anything he didn't know, but it was necessary to get it out of her head.
A/N- So this is my second story. Which is being written at the same time, and in the same world as my first story- Risen: Out of the Ashes. The only thing in this story that belongs to me are the original characters. The wonderful world of Harry Potter and all the things in it belong to J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoy this story!
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