Bellatrix tore herself free from Hermione's tight grip and hurried through the castle corridors, followed by the young witch.
After a few minutes, the black-haired turned back to her pursuer.
"Are you spying on me?"
Hermione's heart skipped."No no. You are, are you - "
"Bellatrix Druella Black, what? You've probably heard from my family and if you haven't, I can't help you either. "She was about to move on when Hermione replied, "Well - of course, I've heard from the venerable Blacks. The only true magical family, they say. "
The student raised an eyebrow and now looked slightly delighted.
"For real? I like you, doll. I don't know you, what's your name? "
Hermione bit her lower lip, "Hermione - Hermione Selwyn."
"Selwyn? Then you are one of the - "
"Of the 28 magical families, yes. I'm new to Hogwarts, my father has been transferred here from the French Ministry. "
The brown-haired stammered.
"Really?" Bellatrix folded her arms: "Well, it's very rare, but you are still being assigned?"
Hermione nodded dazedly.

"Well then, I hope you become a Slytherin, Hermione Selwyn. You look highly tolerable."
Bellatrix Black turned and disappeared down a side street."
Highly tolerable" Hermione had to smile.
Hermione had stored her luggage in one of the vacant rooms a short time later and was now wandering around the Hogwarts grounds.
It was afternoon and found an old beech tree against which she was leaning.
The young witch closed her eyes and nodded, intoxicated by all the charms.
The wind gently caressed her face. That hadn't changed, even in all these years.

Hermione saw her parents in a dream, Harry, Ginny.
She breathed in and out deeply, smelling fine autumn air, piles of leaves, and chocolate.
Chocolate?
The brown-haired young woman was startled and realized that someone was leaning over her.
The thick curls of the strangers blocked Hermione's view.
She was about to close her eyes again when Bellatrix grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously.
Hermione gave a short groan, "Do you use a shampoo that smells like chocolate?"
"Wonderful, isn't it?"
"Yes, if your hair weren't on my face."
Bellatrix Black slumped down next to Hermione with her bag."What do you want?"
"We have a problem, Selwyn. McGonagall must have seen us in the hallways together."
"So?" Hermione frowned.
"She says I have to take care of you. I bet she's still pissed off about that whoosh pillow spell last week. "
"What did you do?"
Bellatrix crossed her arms and spoke with a rather grumpy face: "Do you want to see Hogwarts now or not?"
Hermione nodded in embarrassment.
Bellatrix Black as a tour guide had come up with something nice.
When her new mate got up, she noticed that she was much taller than herself.

Maybe she didn't notice the last time to defend her, the last time they were both on the floor and Bellatrix had left her a pretty scar.
The student with the thick curls grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her behind her.
Her fingers gently touched her skin, they weren't rough or marked by years in Azkaban.
The born Black led the new student across the area and pointed to a small hut on the edge of the forest.
"A strange man lives there."
"Hagrid?" But Hermione cut herself off when she realized what she was about to reveal.
"How -" Bellatrix stared at her openly, "No, Hagrid is the assistant, I don't know him."
The young witch nodded: "Yes, yes. My parents told me a lot about Hogwarts. "
Just went well again.

"That's the owlery over there."
But Hermione was less focused on the buildings and more on Bellatrix.
On her face. She had seen photos, but not her - the heart.
Or what has left of it anyway. She was just a student.
Not a murderer.
Not the dark lord's most loyal follower.
At that moment, Hermione would do anything to keep her like this.
Now she understood Narcissa.
Narcissa, who just wanted her beloved sister back.
"This is the garden."
Hermione followed the dark-haired beauty through the dense fields, full of withered flowers.
"You see -" Bellatrix pointed to the castle. "That over there is the Ravenclaw Tower, overthere the Gryffindor Tower."
Shortly afterward, the student showed Hermione through Hogwarts, of course, she already knew this, but Bella didn't know.
- Gain trust -
A few minutes later the two girls were hurrying along the lakeshore.
The young woman with the pitch-black curls dropped into the sand and painted the waves of the sea with her sparkling eyes.
"Look, Selwyn. This is the black lake. "
Hermione wasn't looking at the crystal clear surface, more at the Black, which was still turned away from her.
"Is this your favorite place here?"
Bellatrix nodded gently.
Silence.

Until her rough voice echoed: "Tell me something about yourself."

"What?"
"I only know your name."
Hermione bit her lip, "Um, I'm an only child and come from a pure-blood family. My parents move often."
Bellatrix had to smile, it was a warm, heartfelt laugh."You're lucky."
"How do you mean that?"
"I've only seen England, Scotland. I have long dreamed of going to France. Maybe we'll meet there. "
Hermione returned her grin."Why are you doing this?"
"Do you think -?"
"Why are you showing me around?"
"Professor said either that or I have to clean the owlery for two weeks. You can't get rid of all that bird droppings so quickly. "
Bellatrix giggled, but Hermione's face remained serious.
"OK. You have to know one thing about me. I can be your most loyal friend or your most bitter enemy. I hope the former for you. "