Chapter One: Missing
Thirteen years ago, Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix Lestrange were arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. Every witch and wizard knows that story. But there is another part of the story, one that very few people know about. Very few people know that Rodolphus and Rabastan had a much younger little sister, a sister that went missing that night of December 1981 when her brothers were convicted. Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier went to Lestrange Manor to retrieve the younger Lestrange only to find out that someone had already taken her. And from this day on , we never heard about Hope Lestrange again.
August, 17th 1994
Harry finally arrived at the Burrow after a… turbulent journey. Indeed, it started with a letter sent by the Weasley with way too many stamps on. The postman had to ring the doorbell to deliver it to laugh about it, which really upset Uncle Vernon. But one mention of Sirius Black had been enough to convince Vernon to let Harry go. Then, the twins attempted to use de Floo Powder only to be blocked into the chimney because they were unaware that the Dursley had an electric fireplace. They exited the Dursley's house but not before Fred let down a Ton-Tongue Toffee which Dudley attempted to eat and gave him a taste of the magical effects of a bigger tongue. That's how they entered the Burrow with Arthur Weasley scowling at the twins.
Harry found out that nothing has changed during the summer. The same odor and the same liveliness at the Burrow, Ron being… Ron and Hermione still had her head in a book of some sort, that she barely got out of her book to greet Harry.
"What is she reading now?" Harry asked Ron.
" I don't know. Some book about the history of old wizarding families I think" Ron answered.
Later that evening, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley were having dinner in the garden. They were happily chatting about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, Bill's personal appearance, when Arthur asked Hermione about the book she was currently reading.
"It's a book about the history of the old wizarding families. And I came upon a really fascinating story" Hermione answered happily.
"Really, and what this story is about?" Arthur seemed… intrigued.
"It's a story about a Hope something" Hermione answered a bit upset as she couldn't remember the name of the little girl.
" As in Hope… Lestrange " Arthur replied, secretly hoping that it wasn't about her. But his hopes were about to be crashed.
"Yes, I think that's whom it's about" Hermione answered, not seeing Arthur and Molly's trouble.
"Hermione, listen to me very carefully. I would advise you not to go any further. It is a very dangerous story to know about" Arthur talked gravely.
"Why Dad?" Ron joined the conversation, not seeing what the problem was.
"This fuss was widely talked about. Hope Lestrange was the sister of two of the most loyal and the most dangerous followers of You Know Who. And when they were convicted, she went missing. Nobody has heard about her since then" Arthur explained trying to spill as fewer details as possible.
"And when did that happen," Harry asked. This matter seemed to occupy the whole table by then.
"In… 1981" Arthur revealed. "Listen, it may have happened a long time ago, but there are still people who remember. And you could be very much in danger if someone with… bad intentions find out that you're looking for information about Hope Lestrange" then Arthur returned back to eat his dinner meaning this conversation was over. The Trio didn't reply anything but they all had the same feeling… that there were more than Arthur would dare to say.
August 18th, 1994
Hermione's POV
Harry, the Weasley and I were climbing, climbing and climbing again and again in order to reach our spots for the Quidditch World Cup final.
"Dad, for how long are we going to climb like that?" Ron sighed
"Well, to answer your question, if it rains you will be the first one to know?" A drawling voice that didn't belong to Harry or the Weasley replied. We turned around to see the infamous Lucius Malfoy – who had spoken – Draco and a woman with blond hair and who looked like she was sniffing something smelly, who must be Draco's mother.
"Father and I will be in Cornelius Fudge's box" Draco began taunting us.
"Don't bother Draco. You don't need to boast about this… not with this people" his father cut him. As we turned back to continue our climb, Harry's arm was grabbed by Lucius Malfoy's can.
"Have fun, Potter. While you still can" he threatened with a dark look in his eyes. I didn't know why I felt that Draco's mother never stopped looking at me for the entire exchange. Not like earlier when she seemed to sniff something smelly when she thought she was in the company of people she deemed inferior. But in a way that… I couldn't put my finger on. And that really troubled me. Even after we parted, I could still felt her eyes on me as we were moving away.
As we were celebrating Ireland's victory inside the tent, we suddenly heard screamings from the outside
Well, the Irish are a bit noisy" George noticed
"That's not the Irish" Arthur seemed like really troubled like he already knew what was happening. We rushed outside the tent and it was total chaos. People were screaming and running like they were running or their lives. As we were trying to process what was going on, we were met by none other than Draco Malfoy and his family… again.
"Better get the Mudblood away Potter, unless you wish her to show off her knickers midair… It would give all of us a laugh, may I add" Draco goated. Once again Lucius was smirking, and his wife was still quiet her eyes one me with that unreadable expression on her face. But no one else seemed to have noticed it.
So what did you think? Should I continue? I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistake. English is not my native language.