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After the Triwizard Tournament, Hazel Potter goes through an early inheritance brought on by now being considered an adult through the tournament. Through this, she learns secrets Dumbledore never intended for her to know and she vows...
Lucius sent word of Hyacinth's return to one Bellatrix Lestrange through his lawyer in the form of a letter, the contents of which carefully charmed only to be seen by Bellatrix's eyes. Should anyone with ill intent get their hands on it, they would lose both hands via a powerful and painful curse. Anyone else that tried to view the contents would come face to face with a blank piece of parchment.
As it was, the letter arrived safely to Bellatrix, tucked away in her second-floor, highly secured Azkaban prison cell.
Bellatrix broke out precisely three days later. She stormed through the Manor doors a week later, hair a bird's nest, dress a ripped imitation of a piece of clothing, eyes wild, and teeth rotting. Lucius rushed from his office, glasses askew and disbelief clouding his eyes.
"Bella-" he started only to be stopped by a sharp-nailed hand waving in his face and a fierce glare he knew not to mess with.
"Where is she?" she demanded, voice hoarse and croaky from disuse. Lucius half noticed Rodolphus slowly entering through the wide open door and heard the soft click of it closing behind him.
"Princess suite", Lucius rasped, affected by the wild look in her eye and the blackened, rotten-tooth grin.
Hyacinth honestly did not know what was coming to her. Without a word, she raced up the stairs, cackle loud and echoing. Lucius sighed, rubbed his temples and invited Rodolphus to his office for a much-needed drink. Something told him he'd be needing more than just tea, however.
Upstairs, Hyacinth was vaguely aware of the commotion but remained in her room. She wasn't expecting her bedroom door to be swung open with such ferocity that she felt the breeze move her hair from where she sat across the room, studying at her mother's request.
She looked up towards the door at the wild figure in her doorway. For a few tense minutes, all was silent as the two surveyed each other before Hyacinth finally cracked under the quiet.
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"Hi", she squeaked.
The woman grinned a quite grotesque grin, all things considered, and rushed forward to gather Hyacinth into a tight, rib-crushing, lung-puncturing, breath-stopping hug.
"My Cythie, my Cythie, my beautiful little Cythie", the woman chanted. Over her shoulder, Hyacinth made eye contact with Narcissa, who seemed to be welling up.
"Who?" she mouthed to the painting.
Narcissa smiled. "My sister", she mouthed back ", your godmother". Hyacinth blinked in recognition and visibly relaxed in the woman's hold. Bellatrix chuckled and pulled away from the hug, keeping Hyacinth close by cupping her face with two bony hands.
"Let me get a look at you", she rasped, breath in all honesty repugnant, but Hyacinth ignored it. From what Narcissa had told her, Bellatrix had spent fifteen long years behind bars; the smell was to be expected.
Narcissa had told her with great sadness how Bellatrix had not been granted permission to attend her funeral and how she feared Bellatrix would go insane trapped in her cell.
Hyacinth smiled softly and smiled softly and noticed the slightly glazed look in Bellatrix's dark eyes.
"Hi, aunt Bella," she said, hushed to a gentle whisper. Bellatrix barked out a laugh, drawing her hands away from Hyacinth's face.
"Just call me Bella, I beg of you. Aunt makes me sound old, and if there is one thing I'm not, it's old," she joked, eyes gaining back their previous sparkle.
Hyacinth laughed and conceded. "Ok, ok," she said, good-naturedly, "Just Bella", she finished, a smile wide on her face. Bellatrix gasped.
"Oh, you look so much like Severus but that smile. That smile is all, Tom."
