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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Emphasis/Spells

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August 23rd, 2014

Lestrange Manor

"Rule number one: listen to your brother. Rule number two: no going into the Potions Lab. Rule number three: stay out of our bedroom. Rule number four: stay out of the restricted section of the library. Rule number five: no going into the North Wing. Rule number six: bedtime is nine o'clock." Axella Prince (neè Lestrange) drawled in a deadly tone.

"Oh, and no eating after dinner," Carlisle Prince added in.

"So… basically… no fun at all," Evalee Prince muttered under her breath.

Axella narrowed her dark eyes making her look crazy. "What was that?"

Evalee straightened her posture and said, rather clearly, "Nothing."

"We're going now." Carlisle said before a fight could break out. "And behave."

The Prince couple exited the drawing room, and as soon as they were gone from the room, all tension immediately disappeared.

"Your parents are scary, Eve." Lyra Black said, turning to Evalee.

"Not as creepy as your cousin Walburga's portrait."

Lyra grimaced. "She's a banshee. Terrible woman, she is."

"What do you want to do… now that we can do anything?" Evalee grinned.

Thierry Prince cleared his throat, causing the girls to look at him. "I am still here." He reminded them sternly. "And you will not be doing anything which will get us in trouble."

Evalee turned on her infamous puppy-dog eyes. "C'mon, Theo… Please."

"Fine," Thierry sighed. "We can go check out the Potions Lab."

Lyra and Evalee glanced at one another. They then looked back at Thierry, turning on their charming smiles. "We were thinking something more… Lestrange…" Evalee said.

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"This is bonkers." Thierry muttered to himself as they walked down the abandoned hallway in the North Wing; he was holding up his wand, using the Lumos spell to light their way. His tall and thin body moved hesitantly down the hall, and occasionally he would push his long black hair out of his dark eyes.

"We know you want to see what's in crazy Bella's office as much as us." Lyra said. Thierry's Lumos cast a glow which reflected off her long and thick, white-blonde ringlets and showed her short figure, pale skin, and stormy-grey eyes.

Thierry snorted. "I want to know. I'm just worried about what dark magic protects her office."

"That's all the fun of it." Evalee added in. She was tall for her age with wavy black hair, pale skin, and icy blue eyes. "Auntie Bella was crazy, after all."

"She had a poor death…" Lyra said casually. "Defeated by a Weasley… how sad…"

"And pathetic," Evalee said.

Thierry stopped in front of a pair of large, mahogany double doors. An aura of dark magic was practically emitting from the doors. He announced, "Here is Bellatrix's office."

"Is there any spells?" Lyra asked curiously.

"Of course there is, you dolt!" Evalee muttered.

Lyra smacked Evalee on the arm. "Shut it."

Thierry rolled his eyes. "Step back," He told Evalee and Lyra, pointing his wand at the door. He began muttering anti-protection spells – amongst other things – under his breath.

Suddenly, there was whoosh of foul-spelling air which blew everyone's hair and messed up their clothes.

"My hair!" Lyra exclaimed, frantically trying to fix her usually-perfect ringlets. "What the bloody hell does she have in there?!"

"Be quite," Evalee said, getting ready to push past Thierry and go into the office.

"Don't," Thierry stopped Evalee. "You two are going in behind me. And stay near me."

Both Lyra and Evalee nodded their heads, not wanting to face Thierry's wrath, which could be quite bad at times.

Thierry cautiously entered the office, keeping his wand raised. Evalee and Lyra followed closely behind him, the both of them keeping a hold onto the back of Thierry's shirt.

"Aparecium." Thierry said, and when nothing happened, he lowered his wand. "I think everything is good. She probably didn't think anyone would be able to get past her charms and hexes on the door."

"Arrogant much," Both Evalee and Lyra said at the same time.

Thierry chuckled and used his wand to flick the lights on.

The office was dusty with a lot of stray papers on the ground. There was a desk across from the double doors and it was covered in multiple books and had a strange, black ebony box on it. There were also bookcases lining the walls filled with books on dark magic. There was a portrait of the Black family – Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, and their parents – though Andromeda's face had been blasted right off. Next to that, was a portrait of Voldemort. Finally, there were multiple daggers hanging from the walls.

"Creepy," Thierry muttered, eyeing the portrait of Voldemort.

"You know if Voldemort had stayed good-looking, he would've won the war." Lyra said suddenly, causing Thierry and Evalee to look at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders. "What? It is true. He was sooo cute when he was younger…."

Thierry said nothing. He simply drifted over to the bookcases to study the books.

Evalee rolled her eyes and wondered over to the desk. She looked at the box. It had strange carvings all over the side of it and a name was carved into the lid of the box in white: Licorus Black. 'What…'

"Hey, Lyra," Evalee called out. "Come over here."

Lyra walked over to Evalee and stopped at her side. "Yes?"

Evalee gestured to the box. "Do you know who Licorus Black is?"

"He is my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather." Lyra answered. "He was born in 1808 to Cepheus Black and Ayana Greengrass. He had four siblings: Phoebe, Alexia Walkin, Hester, and Eduardus Limette. Though, Eduardus was disowned for being a Muggle-supporter – poor fool – and he probably died alone. Licorus ended up marrying –"

"I asked who he was, not for a history lesson." Evalee cut Lyra off.

"Sorry… actually, I'm not." Lyra said. "The Black family history has been drilled into me."

"Let's open the box." Evalee said, reaching down to pick up the box. However, as soon as she touched it, it gave her a little shock. "What the -!" She glared at the box angrily. "The bloody thing shocked me!"

Lyra pushed Evalee out of the way. "Obviously, I have to open it because I am a Black." She said rather haughtily.

"You Blacks are arrogant and conceited." Evalee half-snapped.

"Of course." Lyra agreed. She then paused and added, "And Malfoys."

Evalee gave Lyra a shove. "Just open the bloody box."

Lyra laughed – rather arrogantly – and picked up the box. When she received no shock, she smiled at Evalee. "See," Lyra said. "This box must be only for the Black family – no one else. So, of course, there must be something amazing in here."

"As I said before, just open the box." Evalee said, beginning to feel annoyed.

"Okay, okay." Lyra nodded her head. She opened the box without any difficulty. Inside was a beautiful, breath-stealing, Time-Turner necklace. However – instead of being the usual gold colour – it was black, and it was pulsing with dark magic. Every few seconds, it would release sparks of red. "Oh my Merlin… A Time-Turner…"

"Shhh." Evalee hissed, glancing over shoulder at Thierry. He was still studying the books and hadn't heard them. "He'll take it away if he knows. Time-Turners are rare, remember?"

"Yeah, because Harry Potter and his idiotic friends destroyed a whole lot of them." Lyra shook her head. "Stupid Blood-traitors."

"If it wasn't for those stupid Blood-traitors, Auntie Bella would still be kicking and you would be a Death Eater." Evalee drawled.

Lyra gasped and touched her hair. "Those Death Eater cloaks and masks would ruin my hair!"

"That's the whole point." Evalee deadpanned. "We wouldn't want old Moldywart in charge. Plus… he's a Half-blood."

"Bloody prat." Lyra muttered. "He faked being a Pure-blood, and so many people fell for it! How disgraceful! My relatives included!" She then looked down at the Time-Turner. "So… Eve… what do we do with it?"

"Use it, of course." Evalee said, reaching into the box – thankfully, she wasn't shocked – and grabbing the Time-Turner. "I'm going to turn it like three of four times – we shouldn't go that far back in time… I think…"

Lyra snatched the Time-Turner out of Evalee's hands. "Let's just turn it." She said.

"Wait!" Evalee shouted, drawing the attention of Thierry. "Lyra!"

"You two – that's a Time-Turner!" Thierry shouted, rushing over to Evalee and Lyra. "Fuck! Hand it over here!"

However, it was too late. Lyra turned the Time-Turner multiple times, losing count of how many times she'd done it…

Suddenly, both Evalee and Lyra disappeared just as Thierry made it to where they had been standing. He stood there, staring at the spot where they'd stood just seconds before, his eyes wide with shock. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He cursed repeatedly.

'Mother is going to kill me…' Was all Thierry could think.

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