A/N this is my 1st fan fiction so i don't mind criticism or advice on how to improve but please don't waste both my time and your time by writing hate because it does neither of us any good. I am gonna try and update every week but it may be late so please be patient

Have you ever felt like something is missing in your life? Like you're destined to do something but you don't know how to get there. That's how I feel. I have tried so hard to have a normal life yet it always comes back to bite me in the ass. My names Alexandra Lestrange and this is my story.

Chapter 1

I'm 11 years old and as you guessed it my Hogwarts letter has arrived; now most pureblood parents would be overjoyed at this but not mine, no. You see my childhood isn't normal, with 2 death eater parents (Bellatrix doesn't get caught after torturing the Longbottom's) I was raised around the darkest magic in the country. My mother Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black is the most feared woman in the wizarding world and taught me to use everything to my advantage and to show no mercy. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't know how to win every argument, manipulate the strongest of people and be able to do magic that people twice my age couldn't do. My father Rodolphus Lestrange however is a different story entirely, you see my mother may be dark but at least she showed some care and love towards me but my father did none of that instead he hated me with a passion and most the time punished me with dark spells like the Cruciatus curse and leave me to heal myself. I didn't know why he hated me till I was 4 years old when he was drunk and started yelling to me about Bellatrix being sterile and that now his fortune would go to a girl. Hurtful yes and if I remember correctly I cried in my room for at least a day or 2 but sadly I would get used to the pain both physically and mentally when I'm 7.

Now back to the letter. After reading it through I couldn't believe it, this was my ticket out of this hell hole. My parents wouldn't want to see me in the holiday so I could have 1 year of freedom. But then my mind got a reality check. The chances are the death eater spawn would keep an eye on me and the rest of the death eater children. I couldn't help but let out a sigh and trudge towards my room on the 3rd floor in thought. I would have to be careful and make the death eaters think I was on their side. Truth be told though I wouldn't want to go to the light nor the dark because both sides are manipulative and run be senile crazy old weirdo's…well the light side is, the dark is just waiting for Voldemort to return. So I guess you could call me grey.

Opening my door I walked into my room. This was my favorite space. The white walls are covered in writing, it wouldn't make sense to most magical people because It's all about inventing and science. You see I love creating new things ever since I found a local muggle library when I was 6 years old all about science I have wanted to build cars, technology and I even creating some powerful spells using the muggle research. I also used that library to catch up with what's going on in the muggle world. The best thing though is that without that library I wouldn't have decided right from wrong and that muggles, muggleborn and half-bloods are not below us and are probably more powerful than us purebloods could ever dream of being. The rest of the room isn't that exciting a king size bed, Chester draws, an empty desk and a wardrobe is all that fills the space. I placed the letter on the desk, laid on my silk bed covers and slowly fell in a dreamless asleep.