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Bellatrix’s P.O.V.
The second that her leather dress shoes stepped through the threshold of Malfoy Mansion, she knew that something was wrong. The first offset was the fact that Draco hadn’t even yelled hello. Hell, the five-year-old was usually ecstatic whenever she visited. Let's be honest. Nobody, most especially the flamboyant, energetic, animal-loving Draco Malfoy wanted to live solely with his two bland, selfish, life-hating parents. And although Draco was only five, he had already succeeded more in life than her sister and her husband, mansion and money be damned, he did it in mind and magic, her nephew was quite possibly one of the most powerful wizards alive today. That was when she heard yelling.
“DRACO MALFOY YOU ARE THE ONLY DISAPPOINTMENT IN THIS FAMILY AND I WILL. NOT. HAVE. IT. WHAT IN GRIDELVALD’S NAME MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN WEAR A DRESS?” The scene that then unfolded before Bellatrix Lestrange horrified even her.
Draco’s P.O.V.
He slowly opened his eyes and, well, only one opened. The other was bruised shut. He brought a hand up to his eye to see how big the bruise was and stiffened. He felt no bruise or cut, his eyeball was there and was not bruised shut, but he still couldn’t see. Then he heard a high pitched voice
“Draco, Draco honey, it’s Auntie Bella!” He sat up from the cold, damp, pebbly floor and tapped his wand twice on the oak and iron door of his room, just like Auntie Bella had taught him to if anything bad happened. The code worked without fail every time. Tap twice on wood, iron or concrete. This time was no exception. Draco heard a slight thud on his door, then a muttered “Alohomora” he groaned at the sudden burst of light that hit his one, seeing eye, and the last thing that he heard was a muffled gasp from his Auntie Bella then his head hit the cold, hard concrete of his room and he blacked out.
Bellatrix’s P.O.V.
Bellatrix was angry. As in, she was about to smash Narcissa And Lucious into the ground angry and then use a muggle drill to liquidate their brains. It was clear from the moment that Draco was even conceived that Lucious and Narcissa did not want a child, but as she kneeled over a bleeding bruised, half-blinded Draco Malfoy, ever one of her hateful feelings were aimed straight for Narcissa and Lucious Malfoy. Then she heard her sister’s sickly sweet voice call out her name,
“Bella! I have tea~!” Then an idea hit Bellatrix.
“Coming Cissy!” She replied in the same sugary tone. Then she slipped a small vial out of the cuff of her business suit. It may have been the vial she saved for emergencies but this certainly seemed like one to her. Before she descended down the hall she put Draco in bed and a slip of paper in his lax hand then closed and locked the door with the strongest sealment charm possible she then skipped down the stairs measuring her sister’s dosage in her head it should only take three drops, depends on how long I want her to wait to die. Her train of thought was broken by her sister opening the parlor door wide and beckoning her in.
“Sister, whatever you're doing over there can wait, come enjoy tea with me and Lucious.” Bellatrix plastered on a fake smile, soon this would all be over, she and Draco would be free of this curse-filled life. Bellatrix grimaced at the thought of what she had allowed Lucious and Narcissa to do to Draco. But soon Narcissa, at least, would leave.
Draco’s P.O.V.
He woke for the second time to the sensation of a piece of paper being pressed into his hand, it was probably from his Auntie Bella. He opened and read the slip.
“Draco, Auntie Bella is going to save you in her own special way, be ready to go when I come back and bring along any dresses or skirts you want.
-Auntie Bella
Draco mouth stretched into a gap-toothed grin, he began packing. Remembering to slip his midnight purple hunting knife into his duffle bag.
Bellatrix’s POV
Once she entered the parlor, She was met with the sight of Narcissa and her husband conversing in quiet tones.
“Lucious, maybe we should wait for his bruises to fade before we give him away” whispered her sister’s sugary sweet voice.
“Dear, we are getting rid of this child by 12:00 toni…”
“Why hello Bella,” trilled Narcissa nervously, then the doorbell rang, both Narcissa and Lucious Rushed into the Welcoming hall to get the door, the perfect opportunity arose, and Bellatrix took it.
Draco’s P.O.V.
Soon, Auntie Bella apparated into his room and, as he was already packed, they apparated to her zoo-like loft in East London before Draco's ‘father’ could get into the parlour. Draco looked around Bellatrix’s zoo-like loft in wonder. He snapped out of it right after he felt something brush against his calf. He jumped and looked down. Auntie Bella cackled
“That’s one of my baby occamies.” The second after she said baby the occamy bean to grow. Bellatrix grumbled, “I swear he understands english, Accio Teapot” A shiny, black teapot appeared in her hand, into which she placed a bug. Draco watched in wonder as the 18 foot tall Occamy shrunk, curled up in the teapot and calmly munched on the bug as though he hadn't just almost broken Auntie Bella’s ceiling. Draco’s five-year-old brain, no matter how intelligent, was working overtime to process all of this information. He had just gone from being physically and verbally abused to ending up in this wonderful place with his favorite person. So, understandably, the only word that managed to escape his mouth was:
“W o w.” Draco would usually have been slapped for either not following the rule of ‘Only speak when spoken to’ or, not following the rule that stated whenever he spoke his sentences had to be ‘eloquent and longer than three words,’ but all that he got out of his Aunt was a light chuckle.
“Why thank you Dray, now shoo, go unpack, your room is the one with the silver handle on the door.”
Bellatrix’s P.O.V.
Bellatrix hoped that Draco would like his room. She felt an onslaught of guilt at the fact that she had allowed a five year old to go through any of the horrors that she had witnessed in his own bedroom. She shook off the bad feeling after she heard her mooncalves make noises to signify their hunger. At the same second she heard a growl coming from Draco’s room. Dismissing the mooncalves, she sprinted to Draco’s room. She hoped that her baby
Runespoors hadn't found his room, they did not enjoy the presence of strangers. She burst through the silvery door.
“Draco dear, are you okay?” Then, she giggled, although soon, her giggle soon turned into a full out cackle. Draco never failed to amaze.