"To my dear mom and dad.
This is the first letter I've sent from Hogwarts. I hope you're pleased with me, the sorting hat sorted me into Slytherin and I got mom's old dorm.
Hogwarts isn't so bad, and everything's fine round here, how are you guys? And, I'm sorry, but I have to go now, got quite a lot of homework to do,
remember. Sorry for this being so short and stuff, But, I hope you're live and well.
Your's truly,
Verona Rudolphus Lestrange."
I sent off the letter on one of the school owls, ruffling her feathers, I read the name on the tag, Peril,
Who'd name an owl Peril?
I would've sent off the letter with mine, but she was simply un-cooperating. Stupid darn owl! Anyway, the next time I come to Hogwarts, I'm either getting a new owl, or a bat. If it can fly, then it can send letters for me.
Now, back to the present. I'm Verona Lestrange. Yeah, you guessed it. I'm Bellatrix and Rudolphus's daughter. But, I dont look at all like my mom. More like my dad, I'm pale blonde and I have my mom's black eyes. My hair is straight and it's shoulder length. My skin is really pale, I dont really have much colour in me. And, i guess you could say, i'm sorta pretty. I mean, I'm not compeletly beautiful, and i'm not darn right ugly. more... yeah, pretty.
And right now, I'm in my dorm, wondering why I'd just wrote a buch of lies on a letter to Azkaban. They'd find out anyway, I'd just rather it wasnt now. I'm not in Slytherin, and I dont have mom's old dorm.
The sorting hat sorted me into Griffindor, and I had no idea why.
I was the daughter of two of the most famous Death Eaters on earth, for crying out loud!
So why was I in Griffindor?
In the girls common room, it was almost as quiet as it was the time the hat told everyone I was in Griffindor. When Proffesor McGonnagal put the hat on my head, I thought it was gonna burst out in slytherin song.
But it didnt. Insted of yabbering on about how good I was going to be in Slytherin, It just stayed completly silent. Then, it screamed, "GRIFFINDOR!"
That was it.
No explanation, no riddles, no tests, nothing.
It went quiet throughout the whole hall at that precise moment. After, what seemed like hours, Dumbledore stood up and started clapping. One by one, all the proffesors copied him. Then, two red-headed indentical twins stood up and started clapping too. From them, it was the whole of Griffindor, then Ravenclaw, then Hufflepuff. Slytherin put their heads into their hands and started moaned.
I stood up with shaking hands from the old stoll and sat down at the Griffindor table.
Hogwarts was going to be a long battle, I could feel it.