She Who Must Not Be Named
"There she goes!"
"Look at her eyes..."
"Look at her face!"
Ursa ducked her head, avoiding her classmates' gazes. She knew what they were all saying behind her back, and sometimes in front of it: Voldemort's daughter. Daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. She Who Must Not Be Named.
She wasn't afraid of them – her father had taught her too much for that. She knew her father's fears, but he denied them and she ignored them for fear of being hurt. She saw the irony in that.
Although it seemed both her parents were incapable of love, Ursa couldn't help but love them. They were powerful and strong, and she knew they would one day have their way.
And when they did, she would be right behind them, standing tall as she ruthlessly murdered those who had scorned her. They would respect her, finally, and fear her as they should. She would be their queen.
She Who Must Not Be Named.