Prologue
Full Summary: Just because one little prophecy that speaks of a new chosen one threatens Ara Lestrange's life, doesn't mean that she has to give up on proving her parents that she is a great Death Eater. Just because she has feelings for a Weasley (may I mention that he is a blood traitor), doesn't mean that she has to be disowned. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But all Ara is hoping for is to be by her parents's side-- rather, the Dark Lord's. That doesn't mean it's easy to. Join Ara Lestrange, a true Black, in chosing between Dark and Light, love and power, and her own family and doing what's right.
Of course, what is right and wrong in a world of war when its you mom and dad verses the wizarding world?
Features Ara/George, Bellatrix/Rodolphus, and Draco/Pansy.
"...When you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
-Welcome To the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
"Daddy?" a child whispered constantly throughout the cold night. "Mummy! Mummy please don't go!" she shrieked at the distant memory that oh so tormented her nightly. Her parents. She longed to be hugged by her father, to be loved by her mother. To be with her family.
"Ara. Please calm down." Narcissa Malfoy kneeled at the foot of her bed. "You're sixteen years old; you shouldn't dream about your parents anymore. They won't come back."
"Uncle Sirius did. If he can, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange can too."
The year was 1978. Bellatrix Lestrange held her daughter carefully while singing a soft lullaby to the newborn. Close by, Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange admired the newest occupant of the Manor while decorating the nursery with bright hues of pink and blue. Scrawled in black paint, the words Ara Athenadora Black Lestrange shined in the darkness of the night.
"Hello, Ara." Draco said quietly while sitting down in his usual seat at the breakfast table. "How are you today?"
"Fine, you?" she sneered.
"Perfect. Well, now that Hogwarts is out and all that Sirius stuff is gone. I'm ashamed to share the same name as him, Black."
"Don't you mean bloodline?" she smirked; she loved correcting Draco.
"Whatever, we're related anyhow." he scoffed and opened the Daily Prophet. "Ha! The Chudley Cannons are losing!" he stopped and stared at Ara. "Again."
"You know, this coming semester is my final year at Hogwarts," she fingered her spoon while casually weaving her hands through her ebony hair, "and I'm wondering. Should I join the Death Eaters?"
"I would. It would make your parents proud." he said while scanning through the news.
"Yeah." she said.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm going to go out today. Care to join me?"
"No. Too busy."
"Whatever..." he said while walking out of the manor.
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