Chapter 1 - My Hero

Chapter includes : Mentions of abuse, Smart Harry, Severitus, Female Harry, Starts before PS, Dumbledore Bashing, All Weasleys - except the twins - Bashing, Isabella Bashing

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Blood spilled down her back, soaking her large T-shirt and dripping down on the floor of her cupboard. Bell's face was twisted in pain as she moved about the small room, grabbing an extra pair of pants from off of the floor, she put the cloth in her mouth and tore it with her teeth into long strips. She tried turning the strips into one long material that she would later use as a bandage as soon as she wiped her marks with a cleaner cloth, biting her bottom lip she stood up, reaching for a textile she makes sure is always on the shelf, as she lifted her arms her wounds stretch, releasing more blood down her back.

Her small, thin fingers latched onto the article, dragging it down from its place on the shelf. Holding the rag in her left hand, Bell stretches her right hand up, searching for the bottle of water she usually kept hidden with the cleaner item on the top shelf. Bell sat down, hissing in pain as her wounds got used to the position she had adjusted herself in, putting the material into the mouth of water bottle before she tipped the whole thing upset down, wetting the cloth. She could feel the rag becoming damp on her hand, at this point she had finally decided to take her shirt off and put the wet clothing against her back, running it up and down, hoping to be rid of any infections.

The cool water on her back made a small relieved sigh escape her, she used both of her arms to get all of her back, cleaning all the recent wounds on her body hopefully getting rid of any excess dirt and sweat that had come from her Uncle's belt. When finished wiping down the grim, she grabbed her makeshift bandage and lightly wrapped it around her body, taking slow movements as to not provoke any stress on her back Bell laid on her stomach on her old, uncomfortable mattress.

Daydreaming about a better life helped her ignore the springs that were currently digging into her ribs and chest, sighing softly she pulled her moth-eaten blanket over her body and curled up, trying to find some semblance of warmth. Within minutes Bell was asleep, enjoying the sounds of the night, crickets chirping quietly, the rustling of the warm breeze passing through leaves of both bushes and trees, and the nearly silent hum of cars driving on the road.

Bell's thigh length hair streamed around her, looking like a blood-red waterfall. Her soft facial features held a peaceful expression that made her look younger than her current age, full pink lips were parted slightly as deep breaths came out of it in a slow rhythm. Belladonna's dark eyelashes kissed her natural-blushed cheek as she slept through the almost silent night, dreaming of a better place for her, a place where she belonged.

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"Get up!" Loud banging and a horrible screeching awoke Bell the next morning, she groaned quietly annoyed with her Aunt's loud banshee type voice. "Get up! Up!" One last bang and then the wretched woman went back to the kitchen, watching the breakfast that was already cooking on the stove as she waited for her niece.

The ten-year-old felt like crying, screaming, doing anything that would allow her to stay in bed and continue healing, however, she knew better than that as it had always been that way for her. Bell tried her best, to come with ways that would make her relatives like her and then possibly love her due to this impossible quest she learned anything from this she discovered that she loved learning and so she thoroughly researched any subject that came across her path, depending on how you look at it, you could say that Belladonna was abused, and badly, however, she saw it as a chance to get away, to challenge herself to even greater heights than ever before.

Still in despair at how early she had to get up, the redhead moved slowly, mostly out of tiredness but also because of wariness, she knew she had lost a lot of blood already and did not want to challenge her body any more than it already has been. Not bothering to throw a glance towards the blood-soaked shirt, Bell grabbed her last clean shirt and put that on before exiting the cupboard.

She walked into the 'normal' kitchen without so much as a glance to her Uncle, who was sitting at the dinning table, his fat sitting on the flat surface due to the close proximity of the two substances. Bell also didn't pay attention to her Aunt, who was busy bustling out of the kitchen to answer the home phone that had started ringing a nauseating ton. Her emerald eyes shone in amusement as she watched her Uncle trying to get back up from his spot at the table.

Most people would assume that due to Bell being slightly smarter than average – and that's talking very modestly about it – that she would be an arrogant, stuck-up prat, however, she was the exact opposite. Belladonna loved pranks, she loved more vicious ones, ones that got back at bullies and promptly made them leave her alone for at least a week if they knew her father they would say that she was definitely better at pranking than he was, but that might just be because she's smarter than him.
Let's just say her Uncle may have gotten fatter once Bell started cooking meals for her family.

Belladonna refocused on the bacon and eggs in front of her, she smiled to herself as she realized her Aunt had only included enough for her, her husband and her child, the injured child knew that her family abused her, there wasn't a way that could justify their actions as punishment. She also knew that when abused, life got simpler if you didn't announce it to the world or ask for help from anyone, Bell was happier pretending that her back wasn't injured, that she wasn't mentally, physically, emotionally scarred.
Hurrying, she put the food on three waiting plates. She gave her Uncle his food first before quickly putting down Dudley's and her Aunt's plates down, she excused herself before Vernon started to yell about her hair and how it was too long or how it was too messy.

She retreated back to her cupboard where she would try and change her make-shift bandage for a real one if that couldn't happen she supposed she could make do with what she already had. She started to take off her – Dudley's – shirt, mentally preparing to be in a lot of pain due to the wounds sticking to the bandages.

Out of nowhere she heard a loud screeching, sounding suspiciously like an owl and her Aunt, she opened her cupboard door with half her shirt off, the top half still covering anything important. Bell watched as the letter slot on the door opened abruptly, spitting out an official looking letter that had an unusual seal sitting on the back of it, the letter landed on top of the pile of mail that the residents of the household had already received.

Letting her shirt fall back down, she picked up the pile, her stare lingering on the envelope. Her unusual green eyes widened at how the letter was addressed to her, it wasn't every day that you got a letter addressed to you, where you lived and where you slept, apparently, it was one of those days that you got one because is the letter addressed exactly that.

She chucked the letter in her cupboard as she passed it, forgetting about her wounds and delivering the letters she had to the residents of the household. Bell finished passing the letters out and opted on washing, drying and putting away the dishes away before retreating back to her 'room'. She completed her job without saying anything, only allowing herself to yell in her mind as her cousin got whiny about her presents.

Her Aunt walked back in the room as her fat child was ripping the fabric off a golden watch, she had a sour look on her face, looking as though she had eaten a lemon. She walked up to her husband, whispering viciously to him, Bell only caught snippets here and there 'She can't take her', 'No everyone else has gone away' and 'I won't have her stay here by herself'. From all, the young genius could piece together they were talking about in a matter of seconds, it was plainly obvious that she couldn't go anywhere while her family was going to the zoo because whoever they planned to have her was unavailable.

Bell sighed, she entertained the thought of being allowed to go with them. It was silly, at least to her it was, imagining a life that could never exist and even going as far to retreat in that world at certain stages of her miserable life. However, she could still remember a life without them, she could still remember her mother's smile, her dad's dark hair and colored stained fingers, a man with a barking laugh and another that had a wild mope of hair.

These images usually left Bell with a dreamy smile on her face, she could remember them all talking, her dad – or 'da' as he wished to be called – had a drawl and what seemed to be a permanent sneer. She pondered for a second, wondering if the man was alive, she knew her mom was gone as she had died right in front of her but she didn't know about the other three.

"Hurry up now girl! We won't be waiting on you all day!" Her Uncle bellowed from where he sat, his face red from exhaustion as he tried to get out of his seat, which he was currently stuck to due to his fat gluing itself to the table by sweat. Bell put everything away in its 'normal' order, she smiled as she stared at the organized shelves, not doubting the fact that she would do that when she's older.

"What do you mean, sir?" She asked, trying to sound timid when – in reality – she really wanted to rip his throat out.
"We have to take you with us! This is all your fault! But we have no other choice, so if you step one toe over the line…" He didn't have to say anymore, Bell caught the threat and eyed him warily as he held up his beefy fist, waving it around a bit.

She nodded and watched as he continued to struggle to get up, his face reddening at his own frustration. Dudley was whining as his father struggled to get up from the table, saying how he wanted to go to the zoo now, or what was taking too long, or why does freak have to come too.

'Honestly! If I ever have my own kids, they definitely won't be acting like this, they would've gotten a good smacking already.' Bell thought to herself bitterly, she involuntarily shivered as she imaged Dudley dying before she did and was reincarnated as her son.

It was minutes before the eldest Dursley finally got out of his seat, his shirt obviously darker where his stomach hung slightly. He was about to go changing before his son started whining again, "Let's go now! We should've left hours ago."

The whale-like child ran to the front door, flinging it open showing a man who had his arm up, looking as if he was just about to knock on the door. Bell's eyes looked at his shoes – dress shoes, black, no strings – before trailing upwards, noticing the black rope that billowed out behind him, as she was observing him she noticed that he seem to wear a lot of black, her eyes continued to trail upwards before she gasped at seeing his face.

'It was him, it was him, it was him, it was him' her mind kept chanting over and over again as she noticed the familiar and permanent sneer on his face, she desperately wished that he would talk so she could hear how his voice sounded, she stared at his hair, it was dark and all so familiar.

"Snape?!" A voice from behind her screeched, both Belladonna and her father winced at the sound – Bell smirking at how he responded the same way she did.
"Hello Tuney, how lovely to see you again," he drawled sarcastically as he eyed the elder woman before his eyes strayed to a familiar child, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

Bell noticed that no one else said anything, her cousin still crying about who knows what, her father's eye started twitching in annoyance. She watched as he took a deep before muttering numbers under his breath, obviously counting to ten before he spoke to anyone else.

Not wanting to waste this chance, Bell piped up from where she was standing, "You're him aren't you?" The older man looked at her confused, waiting for her to elaborate for those who didn't know what exactly she was thinking, "You're my father,"

Her father raised an eyebrow as he nodded at her, "and how would you know this?" He questioned, he knew that her Aunt wouldn't have told her, probably making up some rubbish story about how her parents had died.

"I have memories sometimes," she answered quickly as if she was expecting him to ask that, little did he know that the young girl had this exact conversation planned out and was prepared for whatever he threw at her.

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Minutes later had both Bell and her father walking side by side down the street as the Dursleys pulled in the car before speeding off, Severus – or da as he wanted to be called – was mumbling under his breath about muggles and their idiotic sons.

Every so often, Bell would feel his glance on her, she felt as though he was sizing her up. Maybe he was waiting for her to complain about something or question what he had told her before, she definitely wouldn't do that though because to her it all made sense. The accidents that would always happen around her, the memories she had about moving pictures and portraits that you could interact with.

She sighed to herself before grinning broadly, it was interesting how well the Wizarding World was hidden from the rest of the world. Bell wondered what classes there were at Hogwarts, she wanted to know if she could speed through magic school just as she did for muggle school, and then that's when the dark-haired child realized something, this was it! This was the part of her life that she had been missing, this was the adventure, the mystery that she had longed for, this was her chance to look at things from a different view.

Bell chuckled quietly to herself, "I always knew there was something different about me." Her da gave her a strange look before giving her a small smile, and for the first time in forever the dark-haired child smiled back, happy with how things turned out.