Bella is the HBIC. (atra_fides) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-15 18:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-10, c: bellatrix lestrange, type: narrative |
Who: Bella.
What: Poking around Grimmauld Place.
Where: Grimmauld Place.
When: Friday evening, October 15.
Rating: Low.
Status: Narrative/Complete.
Bella had been meaning to this for quite some time but every time she thought she would have the time or ability to do it something or something came up that needed her attention and it got shoved to the bottom of her to-do list and eventually she forgot about it until something reminded her about it again. With Rodolphus out on patrol though and the elves under strict orders to keep the boy occupied for the rest of the evening with useless and annoying tasks she donned her cloak, slipped her dagger into its normal spot on her body and picked up her wand before disapparating. It had been quite some time since she had last visited Grimmauld Place. After escaping from Azkaban she had avoided it and the rest of the Black properties like they had the plague for fear of the memories it would dredge up should she choose to visit them. So much of her family was dead and gone by the time she got out that part of her felt guilty over having not been there for them. Contrary to popular belief Bella did indeed have a heart though the only ones to have ever seen it were her husband and her family. Her Aunt, Grandfather, Grandmother and even her mother had all died while she had been locked away and while it wasn't often that Bella felt guilt or regret she felt it heavily when she thought about them and how she hadn't been able to be there for them. As it was though she had avoided going home or visiting any of the homes in the Black family for quite some time. By the time she had gotten around to doing it though she had been infuriated to learn that the Sirius and his filthy ilk had taken over Grimmauld Place. It was an outrage and she could only imagine the fit her Aunt must have been pitching at having such filth in her home. She had vowed though that if she ever got the chance and things ever changed that she would reclaim Grimmauld and ensure that it got cleaned up and was returned to the respectable house it had once been. Things had happened though that had prevented her from making on good on such a promise and as she reappeared at the end of the street, a firm determination to every step she took, she vowed to herself silently that she would not put it off any longer. With the hood of her cloak drawn up over her head and down to hide her face she all but blended in with the dark of night that she moved through, the only sound coming from was the steady click the heals of her shoes made against the sidewalk. It only took her a few short steps to reach her destination and for a long moment she stared at the empty space before raising her hand and pressing against the wards she knew to be there. It didn't matter that the Order had been in control of the place and might have added their own wards to keep her and her ilk out. The house had wards placed on it that no one would have been able to remove. Blood wards were a specialty of her family and no Black home was without them. Try as the Order might have they never would have been able to prevent the house from recognizing the blood that ran in her veins. Standing still she waited patiently for the wards to recognize her and after a few moments her patience paid off as slowly the house flickered into view. A fresh wave of guilt and regret washed over as she stared at it, wondering what her Aunt had gone through in her final days with most of her family gone. Regulus had died by then as had her uncle. Sirius was disowned, Andromeda as well. Bella herself had been in Azkaban. The only one who had really been left aside from her grandparents had been Narcissa and Bella wasn't even sure if her sister had gone to see her aunt in her final days. She had never asked and honestly she never would. Any answer her sister could have given, any description that she might have made would have only made Bella feel worse and that simply was not something she wanted to deal with. She tortured herself well enough all on her own, she didn't need any help from anyone else. From the outside the home looked as she remembered it only a bit older and a bit more run down. That didn't surprise her any though. She doubted that the Order would have taken care of the home as it should have properly been tended to, not with as much as Sirius hated everything to do with the Black's. It still surprised her when she thought about it that with as much as he had ranted and raved and preached about hating the Black's and everything to do with them that he had chosen here to hole up in after escaping from Azkaban. It just went to prove that even though you removed a person from the family, you couldn't remove the teachings they had been raised with. She realized that now. Years in Azkaban had given her time to think on a great many things and Sirius trying to rile her up had only given her more things to think about and it had been one day after she had gone silent that she realized that no matter how much she might hate and despise him and everything he stood for and wished him a slow and painful death several times over that it would never change who he was, what he was to her and it only made her hate him even more. Pulling her wand out she began to slowly move along the edge of the property, occasionally pressing against the wards for any sign that the house might be occupied by any of the Order. With Sirius and the brat both now dead the house rightfully belonged to her as the oldest remaining Black. She might have been a female but that didn't change the fact that her father had still recognized her as the heir and with both of the natural and right heirs dead that made Bella such a thing by default. Some part of her foolishly thought that reclaiming Grimmauld Place would be easy given that she was a Black and that trumped just about everything in life but logically Bella knew better than to go into this with that thought alone. To have done so would have been incredibly dangerous for her and she was not about to let something as foolish as her pride get the best of her this time. It was a dangerous thing for her, her pride, but over the years she had learned to reign it in a bit, not much, but enough to keep her safe when the situation called for it. Finally making her way back around to the front of the property once more she was satisfied with the knowledge that no one currently resided within Grimmauld Place. It pleased her to know that the Order had abandoned the home once Sirius and the brat had died. Their doing so would it make so much easier for her to reclaim the place. Even if they still resided within its walls Bella would have still tried to reclaim. It would have definitely made things harder but being the current living Black heir there was nothing they could have done about it. Stowing her wand away once more she pulled out the dagger she had grabbed early and knelt down before dragging it quickly across her palm. Quietly she watched as her blood welled up in her palm before turning it over and pressing it against the dirt, a soft murmur passed her lips but when nothing happened she frowned. The blood wards should have recognized the command instantly and yet she still felt the wards up around the home, protecting it as the should have been doing. Raising her hand she cleaned it off quickly before pressing on the wound, causing the blood to well up once more before repeating the move again. And once again the wards remained the same. Standing up she took a step back, a curious look upon her face as she stared at the home wondering what she was missing here. Perhaps her aunt had added more wards before she died. The other woman had gotten rather paranoid before Bella had gone to prison so it really wasn't that far of a leap to think that she might have done such a thing. Pulling a handkerchief from her pocket she wiped away the blood and dirt on her palm as she continued to stare at the house, her mind turning over a million different things and possibilities as to why she was being denied access. She was the right and legal heir, nothing should have stopped her or prevented her. Nothing. The longer she stood there though the more a thought she refused to give room to grow and develop tried to push its way into her mind. That wasn't possible. Not in the least. Pocketing the handkerchief she gave the house one last curious glance before turning and disapparating on the spot. Perhaps there would be something in her grandfathers study that would answer the questions for her and if there wasn't then she would simply make a solution to the problem all on her own. |