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SISSY GIRL BELLA

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My bride SISSY GIRL BELLA

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SISSY GIRL BELLA

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Bella

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The Neighborhood

Chapter Seventeen

Hernione’s unconscious body hovered above the floor in the Malfoy family manor’s ballroom. Draco’s father, mother, aunt, and uncle stood in a circle discussing something rapidly. 

“We can’t just have her murdered, Bella,” Draco’s mother chided.

Bellatrix scoffed, “Sissy, no one will miss some Muggle born. She seduced your son! She has polluted our family’s legacy! It’s disgusting!”

Narcissa Malfoy smirked at the recollection of seeing her son’s memory of Hermione. Lucius hissed at Bellatrix, “You’ve endangered our place in the Ministry, Bellatrix. Despite our son’s indiscretion, we can’t risk this getting traced back to us.” 

“Fine!” Bellatrix seethed. “We won’t kill her. I’ll just make sure she never bothers us. But, mark my words, your spineless, Muggle-loving son will destroy this family! What if she were pregnant! Our blood soiled! His seed mixing with hers! It’s sick!” 

Rodolphus Lestrange seemed to agree with his wife, snarling.

Draco was seated in a high back chair against the wall near the overly large fireplace, bespelled and unable to move. He watched Hermione and his family arguing her fate helplessly.. 

Narcissa turned to face her son. “Let Draco explain himself. Bella, he’s my son. I won’t see him hurt again.”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “You were always too soft on him.” Her implication was clear. It was his mother’s fault that he was this way. 

Narcissa removed the spell binding Draco to the chair. He leapt up, wand out, sending a curse flying at his aunt and uncle. They dodged it, taking their own wands out. 

“Draco, no!” His mother screamed. Draco lowered his wand ever so slightly, but didn’t completely put it away.

“There’s a good boy, Draco! Listen to your Mummy,” Bellatrix mocked him. 

“Explain yourself, Draco,” his father growled out. 

“Fuck this family! I want nothing to do with any of you!” He spat. His mother clutched her chest as if his words caused physical pain. 

“Oh really?” Bellatrix lifted her wand and yelled, “Crucio!” Hermione screamed in pain, body jerking and writhing in pain. 

“Bella stop!” Narcissa yelled. Bellatrix lowered her wand, her face contorted into a grimace. 

“This is your son, Sissy? He curses our family favoring this Mudblood instead!” Bellatrix ground out. 

Narcissa looked between her son and Hermione. “Draco, please. You can’t possibly be involved- be serious about this girl…” 

Draco took his mother’s hands and looked at her with a fierce intensity. “If you truly love me, Mother, you’ll let her go.”

Narcissa turned her head away from her son, a cry escaping her lips. Lucius stepped toward his son. “We tried to warn you Draco. We told you to stay away from her- to leave this filth.”

Draco looked into his mother’s eyes. They were cold like stone. “If anything happens to her, you’ll lose me, too.”

Lucius jerked his son away from his mother’s hands and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt nose to nose with his son. “How dare you threaten us! How dare you choose this Mudblood whore over your own flesh and blood! 

“Bella!” He called to the dark woman, “Do it!” 

Bella practically giggled as she pulled Hermione to the floor, sat astride her and took out a jagged dagger. Hermione couldn’t move her body, but she screamed as Bellatrix tore into her skin, carving the word “Mudblood” into her forearm. Blood drained from her arm in rippling pools. 

“No!” Draco fought against his father, finally wrenching free of his grasp and shooting a spell at his aunt. Bella was hit and her body splayed to the ground. She stumbled, trying to stand again.

A flash of green light shot from the end of his uncle’s wand, but Draco had moved in time to avoid the killing blow. Rodolphus turned to fire a killing curse at his nephew again, but too slowly. Narcissa shot the curse at her brother-in-law, watching his body fall to the floor. 

Bella shrieked and fell over her husband’s body. “Narcissa, what have you done?” 

“I’m not losing my son, Bella!” She hissed, challenging her to attack her. Bellatrix growled at her sister. In a flash, she and the body of Rodolphus disappeared from the floor. Bella had disappeared. Lucius didn’t raise a hand against his wife or son. He looked at Narcissa and shook his head, cold hatred lining his face.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, falling to his knees, tears falling freely from his eyes. His mother ignored her husband’s glare and rushed to her son. “Don’t worry, Draco. No one will find out about this. You’ll be safe.” 

Draco didn’t care if he was safe as he saw Hermione lay on the floor. Blood continued to pour from her arm. He pushed his mother aside and crawled to her, casting a healing spell to stop the bleeding. Lucius left the room, his steps fading away into the halls. Hermione was still unconscious as Draco carried her through the Manor to his bedroom suite. His mother didn’t say anything to him as he walked away, steady tears streaming from her face.

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Read-Alike Friday: King of the Armadillos by Wendy Chin-Tanner

King of the Armadillos by Wendy Chin-Tanner

Victor Chin’s life is turned upside down at the tender age of 15. Diagnosed with Hansen’s disease, otherwise known as leprosy, he’s forced to leave the familiar confines of his father’s laundry business in the Bronx – the only home he’s known since emigrating from China with his older brother – to quarantine alongside patients from all over the country at a federal institution in Carville.

At first, Victor is scared not only of the disease, but of the confinement, and wants nothing more than to flee. Between treatments he dreams of escape and imagines his life as a fugitive. But soon he finds a new sense of freedom far from home – one without the pull of obligations to his family, or the laundry business, or his mother back in China. Here, in the company of an unforgettable cast of characters, Victor finds refuge in music and experiences first love, jealousy, betrayal, and even tragedy. But with the promise of a life-changing cure on the horizon, Victor’s time at Carville is running out, and he has some difficult choices to make.

Stealing by Margaret Verble

Since her mother’s death, Kit Crockett has lived with her grief-stricken father, spending lonely days far out in the country tending the garden, fishing in a local stream, and reading Nancy Drew mysteries from the library bookmobile. One day when Kit discovers a mysterious and beautiful woman has moved in just down the road, she is intrigued.

Kit and her new neighbor Bella become fast friends. Both outsiders, they take comfort in each other’s company. But malice lurks near their quiet bayou and Kit suddenly finds herself at the center of tragic, fatal crime. Soon, Kit is ripped from her home and Cherokee family and sent to Ashley Lordard, a religious boarding school. Along with the other Native students, Kit is stripped of her heritage, force-fed Christian indoctrination, and is sexually abused by the director. But Kit, as strong-willed and shrewd as ever, secretly keeps a journal recounting what she remembers - and revealing just what she has forgotten. Over the course of Stealing, she slowly unravels the truth of how she ended up at the school - and plots a way out.

Beyond That, the Sea by Laura Spence-Ash

As German bombs fall over London in 1940, working-class parents Millie and Reginald Thompson make an impossible choice: they decide to send their eleven-year-old daughter, Beatrix, to America. There, she’ll live with another family for the duration of the war, where they hope she’ll stay safe.

Scared and angry, feeling lonely and displaced, Bea arrives in Boston to meet the Gregorys. Mr. and Mrs. G, and their sons William and Gerald, fold Bea seamlessly into their world. She becomes part of this lively family, learning their ways and their stories, adjusting to their affluent lifestyle. Bea grows close to both boys, one older and one younger, and fills in the gap between them. Before long, before she even realizes it, life with the Gregorys feels more natural to her than the quiet, spare life with her own parents back in England.

As Bea comes into herself and relaxes into her new life - summers on the coast in Maine, new friends clamoring to hear about life across the sea - the girl she had been begins to fade away, until, abruptly, she is called home to London when the war ends.

Desperate as she is not to leave this life behind, Bea dutifully retraces her trip across the Atlantic back to her new, old world. As she returns to post-war London, the memory of her American family stays with her, never fully letting her go, and always pulling on her heart as she tries to move on and pursue love and a life of her own.

A Council of Dolls by Mona Susan Power

Sissy, born 1961: Sissy’s relationship with her beautiful and volatile mother is difficult, even dangerous, but her life is also filled with beautiful things, including a new Christmas present, a doll called Ethel. Ethel whispers advice and kindness in Sissy’s ear, and in one especially terrifying moment, maybe even saves Sissy’s life.

Lillian, born 1925: Born in her ancestral lands in a time of terrible change, Lillian clings to her sister, Blanche, and her doll, Mae. When the sisters are forced to attend an “Indian school” far from their home, Blanche refuses to be cowed by the school’s abusive nuns. But when tragedy strikes the sisters, the doll Mae finds her way to defend the girls.  

Cora, born 1888: Though she was born into the brutal legacy of the “Indian Wars,” Cora isn’t afraid of the white men who remove her to a school across the country to be “civilized.” When teachers burn her beloved buckskin and beaded doll Winona, Cora discovers that the spirit of Winona may not be entirely lost...