There are few memories of when my parents were not locked up in Azkaban.
I remember her wild hair and terrifying eyes, his blank stare and strong build. I remember when they mysteriously disappeared when I was only a toddler.
I don't remember anything else. I learned more and more about my past as I entered the future.
I was given to my aunt and uncle, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, who had only one daughter, Nymphadora. I'd never met any of them.
They told me everything they knew about my parents. That they went to Azkaban. That they were some of You-Know-Who's most loyal followers. That they drove two Aurors to insanity. They told me that I was the daughter of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"There you are," Aunt Andromeda said as she closed my filled trunk. It was 8:00 on the first of September, the day I would leave my aunt and uncle's home to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Last week, Nymphadora Tonks, my cousin, had taken me to Diagon Alley to collect my robes, books, and my very first wand. I was chosen by a walnut, 111/2 inch, dragon heartstring wand. The rest of the week I longed to use it, reminding myself it was illegal. Today I would get to use it.
"Oh Anastasia," said my loving aunt. "How you've grown."
I smiled and blushed as she embraced me. When we separated she grinned and said, "Breakfast is ready whenever you are."
As soon as she left the room I sighed. I threw myself onto my bed. It would be so strange not to sleep in its soft sheets and warm quilt like I had for years. I was tempted to curl up in a ball and sleep for hours, but I resisted the urge.
I trudged down the stairs, trunk in hand to find Nymphadora, or Tonks (she preferred it), at the bottom.
"Tonks!" I shrieked, dropping my trunk and throwing my arms around my cousin.
Tonks chuckled.
"I thought you said you weren't coming?" I said suspiciously.
"Well," she said, "I wanted to surprise you!" she exclaimed lifting my trunk with her wand. Today her hair was dark green and perfectly curled, and her eyes a brilliant blue.
I entered the kitchen and smelt bacon and toast – my favorite. I sat on a wooden stool and Uncle Ted pushed a steaming breakfast to me.
"Eat up," he grinned, "We'll be leaving soon."
I finished my breakfast and headed to the restroom to clean up.
I looked in the mirror. I had long, wavy, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Just like my mother. I brushed my hair and washed my face. I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out a silver locket with the letters ANL on it. Anastasia Nyra Lestrange.
This locket must have been given to me before I could remember by my mother. I tried it on. It hung heavily on my chest. I pulled it back off, disgusted with myself. Nevertheless, I tucked it back into my pocket.
Little did I know, it would be that locket brought me to see my mother once again.