Introduction
Once your birthday comes you're a different person-especially when you turn eleven. There are expectations, promises, and hopes only seen by those who are first years of Hogwarts. But, then, they all either die and change, or, stay the same. And this is their story. How they changed.
Artemis 'Baby' Lestrange- The perfect copy of her mother, she's arrogant and beautiful; but she's actually the opposite of the morals she grew up on. But her most deeming quality of placing family first may actually be her saving grace.
It was her second year of schooling. And though she only was twelve, she knew exactly what she wanted. To be left alone. But, being a Lestrange meant the exact opposite. If her dear cousin Draco wasn't irritating her, her mother or Aunt Narsissa were making her learn to sew, dance, sing….or something they though pureblooded girls should be doing.
'Pureblood' she scoffed in her head.
That word left a bitter taste in her mouth--- what was the deal anyway, being 'pureblooded'? It made her remember all the beatings she had when she asked such an idiot question. But she couldn't help but be outspoken at such idiotic point of views.
They'd die out.
And if they hadn't noticed, everyone was a practically second cousin.
"The world I live in…" she said, flicking her long curly hair over her shoulder; only to see her baby sister asleep on her bed. Her room was decorated in tones of green and silver. Of course, she was a Slytherin, but she was more a Ravenclaw mind if she didn't say so herself. She could remember when the hat laid upon her head.
'I'd must say," The hat laughed, "Your intelligence is equaled in every way to your nerve of saving your neck."
Of course back then, which was almost a year now, she'd feared that. "I must be a Slytherin! I must be!" There was no other way; if she were a Ravenclaw she'd still be punished thanks to her Aunt Andromeda. She'd instantly regretted that that since she'd seen her younger sister during Christmas break.
But now, It gave her an edge to her mother- who wanted her a perfect as possible. The heat would be more on her now, to excel, while (she hoped) Harmony would have more courage and choose the house she wanted. But she wasn't perfect, she knew it." How can I be perfect…." She murmured as she looked out the widow, "When I love Muggles?"
"What did you say sister?"
Looking out the corner of her eye, she saw her sister sitting up on her bed. "I said," Artemis sighed, "get off my bed and go practice for your recital." There was a distinct frown on her little sister's face. But being obedient, she got up and walked to the door.
"You've changed, Arty."
Artemis gave a sound of agreement as her sister walked out of her room. As the door slammed shut, she whispered sadly, "You've no idea how I've actually saved you…."
Harmony 'Iva' Lestrange- Lithe and very pretty she is incomparable in everyway- except the fact that her heart is made of gold. She constantly tries to find her identity in the shadows of her siblings, who too, are perfect.
One thing was for sure- her sister had changed. She was no longer her nice and caring older sister, who'd paint her on her bedroom walls and brush her hair.
She'd become like…mother.
Not that that was a bad thing (she loves her mum) its just….the need for the old Arty back was stronger these days. Now Harmony's mother was worse than ever about being the best and elite. She worked hard everyday just to please her-Arty used to do the opposite just to make their parents mad.
But now she's sending her off to practice Ballet!
Looking in the mirror she saw her self stretching; her long hair-identical to her sisters pulled into a tight and neat bun; her eyes, large and sad, looking right back at her.
Sighing, she prepared to do the dance when----
Crash!
"Artemis Delta Lestrange!"
She'd stopped cold, hearing her mother's voice echo through the house. "What would she call Arty's name for?" she murmured, peaking out of the door. There they all were- mother, father, Arty and…Donovan. Ugh. How much did she hate her twin brother? The words to describe him she wouldn't even allow herself to say.
"What is this?"
The deceivingly calm voice of her Father drifted to her, and at once she was scared. He was never that calm talking to Arty; He was almost always yelling. "She could see Arty through the crack of the door reaching for a piece of paper- most likely he grades for the year – and shake er head. "Father-" Arty said in French, and seeing her fathers eyes narrow she eased the door shut.
Breathing she prepared to dance against her sisters distressed voice….but she couldn't do it. Walking out of the door, she saw where her sister was on the floor, holding her cheek. Donovan gave her a look of surprise, his dark, handsome features making her angry. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"
"Shove it-!" she hissed, sliding against the wall, to be in front of Artemis.
The sting of the slap didn't hurt as much as she thought it would; usually her parents tried not to hit her. But, the most hurtful thing was when Artemis shoved her to the ground, and her eyes were dark. "What are you doing?"
That's when she knew--- she wasn't meant for this family.
Cassiopeia 'Cassie' Black- Long and dark haired with expressive grey eyes; She's Passionate and witty; and though loved by everyone, she is unable to show it due to her hurting heart.
She missed it.
She missed them both with all her heart.
What did she miss, you ask? Madrid and Tuscany- her two homes.
She was, of course, Granddaughter to the Duchess of Tuscany and Great niece to the Prince of Spain (magical areas respectively). She wanted to sit under her nonna in the warm, salty air of Tuscany or taking time for long walks, and extended evenings with her tio over tapas in Madrid. She was Cassiopeia Reina Black and though she didn't act like it; preferred her pampered life. She didn't want to go to England, she didn't want to speak English- in fact, she preferred not to speak at all. She was already fluent in three languages; why should she waste her time learning another one?
"It is very important you learn English," her mother said at their dinner.
But of course her mother insisted that she go to school in England with her friend's there (Bridget and Ezmeralda) but…. they did speak two of the languages she did; she didn't see why they didn't go to school with her. Of course, though her mother and Nonna told her off about it; England was a very important area of the world.
She just rolled her eyes and ate her food.
She was of small stature and wide eyed; not to mention a little chubby. Her mother told her often she looked like her Father; she had no idea how much it hurt her to hear it. She barely remembered her Father, and wished she were like her brother Orion, mother, and Nonna and have curly hair instead of her strait and dead hair.
"Don't be so depressed about it sis," Orion told her while they were going to an apparition point, "You've got me!"
All she did was shrug; why was it her brother had no attachments to anything?
Bridget 'Kiera' Lupin- Unyielding and sarcastic she yearns to have say in her dysfunctional family.
"Madre!"
Bridget's loud voice echoed against the walls of the house. She watched in panic as her mother argued with the ministry in a rage she's never seen before.
It was the full moon, and once again, they were trying to find excuses o take her father and brother to a place she didn't like.
A whine sounded low, with a wet nose on her thigh- Her father looking like a over grown dog pulled her by the ends of her night gown to the den where her brother laid sleep.
"Daddy…." She said almost crying. She couldn't understand why her family was treated so; what had they ever done?
They were the Lupins- a poor family marked by lycanthrope. They were peaceful, was never trouble from them; in fact they tried their best to stay in the background.
But Remus, even in this form was a caring but careless father. How could he let her witness these events? He'd made her get on the couch and watched his two children sleep; a moment that stayed in his heart.
Who ever thought he'd ever have children?
But little did he know, that inside his daughter, her free and opinionated self was changing. These events would change her forever; just as they tried to take her only home, she'd would too.
Her hate was rooted deep- Mind, body and soul.
Ezmeralda 'Eza' Snape- Timid but talented, she has problems in her personal life that cross into other areas making her a disaster waiting to happen.
It was late at night, on Spinner's End when she'd woken.
She was the younger in the set of twins of Potion's Professor, Severus Snape, and the international Italian actress and opera singer Uccello di Canzone (or, as many called her, Contessa). She was very pretty girl; looking more like her mother with olive colored skin but with her father's nose.
Giggling, she snuck around to peek into her parent's room. Their room, too, was very spacious; a charm to make the room large gave a very run down house a very comfy feel in the inside. She snuck in the room, hiding at the end of their bed.
But soon it stopped when she saw her parents in the bathroom, and crawling to the edge of the door she was soon joined by her twin brother, Jonas. Sitting there quietly; they listened to their parent's conversation.
"Severus, I don't see why I cant go back to singing; it isn't like it is hurting any one."
Contessa's voice, soft and smooth said as she brushed her hair for the night, "The children will be at school and you at work. I don't wish to be by myself for so long." Severus, dark haired and pale compared to his wife's complexion, gave a frown. "And I don't wish for you to be so far away," he drawled, his voice low.
Contessa gave him a look of anger, and huffed. " A week after you all are settled in to Hogwarts, I'm leaving for America," There was a silence, and then the voice of Their father said slowly, "What will they say? After so long, you decide to comeback, after having two children?"
Contessa stared at him through the mirror as she smoothed her hair out. "I've never known you to use such hurtful tactics to persuade me, Severus," she hissed, turning to him. Severus had obviously hit a nerve; and Contessa spoke harshly in Italian.
"Do not ever say that. Am I not still beautiful like I was when we met? Or have you forgotten your imperfections?" Severus went to speak, but she stopped him. "Please, leave me alone. This is what I want, what I need. How can you take this away from me? Do you wish for me to be ugly—to smother me like you do our daughter—or is it the simple fact your scared I'll—oh how did James put it—'Come to my senses' and leave you for a man better suited for me?"
"I prefer for you to be my wife, and for Ezmeralda to be my daughter, not whores!"
Severus' tone bit at Contessa; there were now tears in her eyes as she fled the bathroom and down the stairs. Ezmeralda caught everything- as well as her brother.
"I'm…I'm a whore?" she sputtered; looking at her twin sadly. Her brother shook his head hard and grabbed her. "Naturalmente non," he said, and hugged her fiercely. "Your normal and pretty, Eza,"
After that, Ezmeralda wasn't sure what to think of herself.
Julia 'Juney' Potter- An outspoken and alluring beauty, being pushed in the shadows makes her dangerous and mischievous as her father once was.
It was another day at the Potter residence.
Except for the fact it was July 30, the birthday of the Boy-Who-Lived (and his twin).
Which in all actuality meant today was not a regular day at the house; it was more like a party and the whole house was basically filled with gifts from the world over.
It also meant that two of the three children were forgotten.
Julia (known as Juney to all who now her) was now eleven, and though it was her brothers' birthday, she couldn't help but to feel bad. They'd (as in her Mum and Dad) had forgotten her (favorite) brother Harry, once again.
While Daniel was being smothered and was cooked all his favorite food; Harry had no seat at the table. When Daniel was given Broom; Harry wasn't even looked at when he'd said he'd made his house's team. When they were shopping, he hardly got anything while Daniel got everything. They acted like he didn't exist.
"Can't believe them," she yelled in the shower one day.
It was always like this; and even though she'd tried to get used to it she just couldn't. HE wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived; he was ordinary smart Harry who'd been sorted into Ravenclaw. And though he outshined his twin, Daniel, in everyway he still was mocked and hurt.
And it hurt her heart to see him like that.
So, at night, she shared a piece of cake with him laughing at one of Harry's funny stories. Then, when he'd gone to bed, she smothered the last of the cake all over the living room floor and on her mother's favorite (and recently cleaned) dress and put the evidence on Daniel.
To say the least, her parents were extremely angry.
Though surprisingly, it was blamed on Harry.
"Ah well," she murmured biting her lip, "Better plant better evidence next time."
Mariette 'Mari' Pettigrew- Zany and loud, she values popularity and friends; But her parent's actions shadow her at every turn.
Why?
Why…. why was it her fault?
She didn't cause those deaths.
So why was she held responsible? Because she was their daughter.
She was daughter to Peter Pettigrew, and Anna Blosivik; known Death eaters who'd turned tail and ran- but not after they'd told everything about everyone.
She was just finding this out from her mother.
"Is that why we always ran away?"
Her mother, pretty but aging, gave a slow nod. Never had she thought she'd be like this.
"Yes," she'd sad sadly. "I never wanted this-- you know that, right?" Mariette could only laugh at this silently as she watched people sneer at her; like she'd done something wrong. She was only eleven; she was a child. But people didn't see that.
And neither would the teachers and students hurt by her parent's cowardice.
The Death eaters were still at large even though their lord was gone and she knew.
Mariette knew one day that man…. Lord Voldemort would come back and there would be hell to pay.
For her Mother, and herself.
Mariette watched as a woman shoved her way past her; her mother's eyes staring at the ground.
And some how, she knew that her mother did too.
Author's Notes: A piece of me died with this introduction; it took me forever to get it all strait and it still might be problems. But, anyway, hope you liked it; please review.