Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling I would probably be working on writing the Deathly Hallows, not be rotting in front of a computer writing fanfiction to the story that I invented. I only own Keira, and no matter how hard I wish, I will never own Harry. Or Oliver. Or Fred.
Elysium Fields
Cowritten by highway-to-the-sky and an unmentionable
Enjoy!
Life has never been good to me. I don't mean to sound pessimistic. Really, I don't. I've always thought of myself as invincible, as able to withstand anything. But that totally didn't work out for me. Reading this, you're probably very confused. So I suppose I might as well start at the beginning.
I was born on October 7 in a dirty hovel in London. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange. And, contrary to popular belief, my father is not Rudolphus. Oh, no. My father is none other than the infamous Lord Voldemort. And, as his sole heir, the entire workload falls to me. All of the dirty work too dangerous for Voldemort to complete.
When I turned 11 and was carted off to Hogwarts, I did as I was instructed. I made friends with Harry Potter. And his band of friends. Under a false name, of course. I was sorted into Gryffindor, also as instructed. And that was where my instructions ended. I didn't know what to do. But it was then I made perhaps the gravest mistake of my life. I actually befriended Potter.
You see, that makes it all the more difficult. Especially now. The trio is absolute in their belief of me. But I have conflicting orders. From my pleasant father: "Bring Potter to me. Watch me destroy him." And of course, from my heart: "Save Potter. Warn him. Tell him everything." But I have never been sensible. Which is a problem. You see, against every warning, I have fallen in love. At sixteen, I am in love with the man I am to as good as murder.
My name is Keira Cassiopeia Raine. Well, technically it's Keira Cassiopeia Lestrange, but when I say Lestrange, I get fearful looks from just about everybody. And I certainly can't imagine Potter cozying up to a Death Eater's daughter. I certainly shudder at the thought of what is to come.
A/N: Please, please, please let me know what you think. This is my second real attempt at writing fanfiction, and I would really like to know if it was simply awful. I promise I won't get mad if you absolutely hated it. I think a flame would be better than getting no feedback at all. I'll try to update weekly, but I have… well, life, so I might be a bit busy! So...anyway...this is a very long A/N...haha. I'm toying with the idea of having Sirius live, as well. But I really don't know. You can message me about that too! Bye!