Strange Lestrange
Authors note: Like all on fan-fiction writers I do not own the Harry Potter characters I only own the characters I’ve made and the words I twist into this fable.
Brief Description: Beatrice Lestrange’s parents, Bellatrix and Rudolpho, have been in Azkaban. She’s been living with her Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted for 9 years. Things are going to get not just strange but strange Lestrange. Her parents resent her more than ever for being with a blood traitor; Fred Weasley
I looked over the past letters from my mother and father, which they sent me every year since I was four, as a tear rolled down my ivory white cheek. I picked up one that read:
Dear Beatrice, congratulations on going to Hogwarts, well done. We hope you don’t get sorted into Gryffindor, if you don’t get sorted into Slytherin we shall disown you and if you ever become friends with Harry Potter you will be killed in a most painful way.
Love, mother and father
Another tear slid down my cheek and onto the old letter from my parents. I went to look in the mirror above my dresser and my curly black hair was hanging over my shoulders as shiny and boring as always. I turned to my emerald green eyes, which I didn’t understand because both my parents had brown eyes, which looked pretty normal except a scar that I’d gotten from Fenrir Greyback when he thought my parents brought him a snack. I snapped out of my memory when I heard my Aunt call “Beatrice Naomi Lestrange, come down here this instant!” I sprinted down the stairs thinking “Crap what did I do this time?” Turns out they found the gnomes that I taught a few obscene words to. I fell over laughing when one made a very rude hand gesture toward my uncle after he caught him. They glared daggers at me and told me that I had to degnome the garden before breakfast, I shot them my cutest puppy dog look that they could never say no to unless they were furious at me and of course they melted.
I skipped inside to go get my breakfast of Belgian waffles, turkey bacon, a veggie omelet, and a nice big glass of orange juice. I ate while going on and on about how excited I was about Hogwarts. I turned to my uncle and asked “What was your first year like for you?” before taking a big bite of waffle. He said “During my first year I met your Aunt and her sisters, I didn’t like Bellatrix and Narcissa. They were just plain evil but Andromeda here was very kind hearted. I was sorted into Gryffindor and it was fantastic even though I got lost among the one hundred forty-two stair cases it was always fun.” I beamed at him and finished my breakfast before going to finish packing my trunk. I bustled around my room and about every other room in the house looking for things. I finally found everything and told my aunt and uncle that we had to go to Diagon Alley straight away so I could get my school things.
Dear Beatrice, congratulations on going to Hogwarts, well done. We hope you don’t get sorted into Gryffindor, if you don’t get sorted into Slytherin we shall disown you and if you ever become friends with Harry Potter you will be killed in a most painful way.
Love, mother and father
Another tear slid down my cheek and onto the old letter from my parents. I went to look in the mirror above my dresser and my curly black hair was hanging over my shoulders as shiny and boring as always. I turned to my emerald green eyes, which I didn’t understand because both my parents had brown eyes, which looked pretty normal except a scar that I’d gotten from Fenrir Greyback when he thought my parents brought him a snack. I snapped out of my memory when I heard my Aunt call “Beatrice Naomi Lestrange, come down here this instant!” I sprinted down the stairs thinking “Crap what did I do this time?” Turns out they found the gnomes that I taught a few obscene words to. I fell over laughing when one made a very rude hand gesture toward my uncle after he caught him. They glared daggers at me and told me that I had to degnome the garden before breakfast, I shot them my cutest puppy dog look that they could never say no to unless they were furious at me and of course they melted.
I skipped inside to go get my breakfast of Belgian waffles, turkey bacon, a veggie omelet, and a nice big glass of orange juice. I ate while going on and on about how excited I was about Hogwarts. I turned to my uncle and asked “What was your first year like for you?” before taking a big bite of waffle. He said “During my first year I met your Aunt and her sisters, I didn’t like Bellatrix and Narcissa. They were just plain evil but Andromeda here was very kind hearted. I was sorted into Gryffindor and it was fantastic even though I got lost among the one hundred forty-two stair cases it was always fun.” I beamed at him and finished my breakfast before going to finish packing my trunk. I bustled around my room and about every other room in the house looking for things. I finally found everything and told my aunt and uncle that we had to go to Diagon Alley straight away so I could get my school things.
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