Daughter of Mine

Minerva's POV

This is just a one-shot that came to me during class today. The lesson was so boring that I was dreaming and the plot bunny bang me on my head. I own nothing.

Minerva McGonagall sat in her office, grading papers. After grading Mr Potter's paper, she happened to glance up at the calendar that hung above her desk and discovered it was 16th July. She heaved a sigh. 25 years ago today, her only daughter was born. It was also her that she is ashamed of.

"Oh, my daughter. Why did you turn out like this? What have I done wrong? Bella, my sweet Bella, what made you turn into today's Bellatrix Lestrange?"

Bellatrix's POV

Today is my birthday. 25 years ago, I was born to Minerva McGonagall. Although she is my mother, I hated her with a passion. Minerva McGonagall, perfect in every aspect. Powerful, influential, Deputy headmistress of Hogwarts blah blah blah and things that I really couldn't care less. I am glad she had done one thing wrong. She, the goddess of goodness, had birthed one of the worst demons known. One of the few female and the most powerful death eater, Bellatrix Lestrange, Me.

She is not my mother, as far as I am concerned. My real family is with the dark lord. Minerva McGonagall just protect all those mudbloods and blood traitors. As far as I know, there is no word bad enough to describe her.

i know that this is not one of my best but i just feel like writing it. i'm only 14 so i hope no flamers please. criticism will be welcome and please excuse my horrible grammar as i am not a native english speaker

Zoe tabbycat