Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the books or the movies, or any character created within the world of Harry Potter by JK Rowling.
This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, it involves James, Lily, Remus, Peter, and Sirius as the main characters along with two characters I've created myself. Please read and enjoy. Reviews will be appreciated and will definitely push me to continue and finish this story. Any suggestions/ideas will be great and constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Chapter One.
London
Elizabeth Lestrange loved mornings in London. They were misty. Stormy clouds would drape over the city streets before sunrise. The yellow light would peak through alleys and lots, brightening up the morning haze. She loved to breathe in the air, the city-like vibrance that she could only find in London. Mrs. Lestrange, her mother, walked close to her. Their shoulders brushed and her mother looked towards Elizabeth and smiled, her sapphire eyes lighting up. A few steps ahead of them, her father walked with her two brothers. Her father and older brother were stiff as they paced down the street and Elizabeth wrapped her right hand around her mother's left hand. She felt Mrs. Lestrange squeeze gently and felt relief.
Her father, Mr. Lestrange, was never stiff. He had a light limp to his walk, but Elizabeth noticed as he strode with his sons, that his limp was masked. He walked upright, stiffly, and it made her stomach turn.
They stopped in front of a dark house, one of ten, and each home was equally gloomy. The door was black and the doorknob was missing. Mr. Lestrange glanced around the street, double checking each direction. He muttered something, words undetectable to his wife and children, and grabbed one of his sons. He stepped forward and the door gulped him up, quickly pulling him and his boy inside the household. Elizabeth's older brother, Rodolphus, entered next, his larger-framed body engulfed slower than his father and younger brother.
"Mum, are we to follow?" Elizabeth could feel herself shaking. She was eleven and very unsure of the door and its mysteries. Mrs. Lestrange squeezed Elizabeth's hand again and tugged as she walked into the black mass.
Elizabeth could feel her vision go dark- a shadowy, smoky mass surrounded her and she closed her eyes.
"Little Lestrange," she heard a growling voice and a bright light intruded her closed eye lids, "There's nothing to be afraid of, little one."
Elizabeth opened her eyes and noticed her mother was gone. She looked around and saw she was in a long hallway. Her father was gone, too. The growling man stood in front of her, his face covered with long black hair. He looked wild, his eyes an extraordinary yellow. He towered over her and bent down onto his knees to move closer to her. Elizabeth could feel her younger brother shaking to her right. Her older brother was no where to be found, too.
"Where are my parents and Rodie?" Her voice was merely a whisper, she couldn't force herself to be loud, to yell.
He grinned. Elizabeth noticed as his lips opened that his teeth were sharpened into jagged points. "Do not worry, little ones." The man continued to grin and rubbed her little brother's head before standing. He backed up and leaned against the wall.
Elizabeth wrapped an arm around her brother, Rabastan, and stood in the entryway as she waited for her parents.
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Mrs. Ramona Lestrange was found mysteriously dead in the house of Evan Rosier last night around eleven o'clock. Druella Rosier-Black discovered the mangled body late last night while visiting her family member, Evan. Druella immediately sent for the Ministry when she discovered the body of Mrs. Lestrange, who was a close friend to Druella and Evan. There were no other victims within the London household. Evan Rosier has been claimed as missing and is momentarily a suspect for the death of Mrs. Ramona Lestrange. If anyone has any information about the untimely death of Mrs. Lestrange, please contact the Ministry of Magic. Mrs. Ramona Lestrange was an employee of Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley and has left behind two sons, Rodolphus and Rabastan, a daughter, Elizabeth, and her husband Mr. Lestrange.
Elizabeth held The Daily Prophet in her hand and read the front page of the newspaper. Tears flowed from her eyes and landed on the moving photograph of her mother. It was a recent photo, her mother's hair was wrapped beautifully in a bun and her sapphire eyes pierced the readers. They shone with a bright light, a happiness.
It had been hours since her father had rushed her and her brother from the dark house in London. Their babysitter, the rugged Fenrir Greyback, silently watched her and Rabastan as they waited to leave. She didn't expect her father to apparate into the hallway and harshly grab his two children- to bruise their arms with his grasp and to relocate them quickly to an open field.
The field...The sun was setting and a few feet in front of Elizabeth was her mother, sprawled out on the green prickly grass, her eyes wide open, and blood around her mouth. She was crooked, her body bent and broken- but before Elizabeth could rush towards her dying or dead mother, she was wrapped up in strong, heavy arms with Rabastan and everything was blurred again. She started to scream and her shrieks hurt her ears. Underneath her screams she could hear the owner of the arms, her brother Rodolphus, yelling at her to shut up, to stop the screaming. But she couldn't.
Everything froze for Elizabeth as the twirling of apparating stopped and she fell to her knees in a dining room. The Lestrange household was bubbling with whispers as portraits ran from picture to picture, within the house and to houses far away, as they heard rumor of the news. Ramona Lestrange was ruthlessly murdered by a dark, dark wizard.
Rodolphus shouted at the portraits, told them to stop with their rumors, but before Elizabeth could figure out what was going on everything went black.
...That was all she could remember from the night before. She had woke up in her bed, her green covers tucked around her body and The Daily Prophet next to her. The article made it almost impossible to breathe and almost impossible not to cry. Her eyes swelled and drowned with tears and Elizabeth laid back against her bed and cried until her sapphire orbs ran dry.
Footsteps could be heard from the hallway and her door opened. Rodolphus didn't look at her, his eyes remained fixed on a family photograph that was propped above her bed.
"I went to Diagon Alley and got your supplies for you." He stated it as if she should have been thankful that he faced the public while she slept and stayed hidden.
"Thank you, Rodie."
Elizabeth didn't eat breakfast and ignored the grumbles her stomach made as she rushed through crowds of muggles with her older brother thrashing through muggles. She could hear him muttering to himself, which he always seemed to do. She could hear him mention too many muggles and how he hated wearing the disgusting style of clothes he was forced to wear while wandering through Kinds Cross Station. Elizabeth pushed her cart, her eleven year old body straining to keep up with the sixteen year old Rodolphus.
They reached the platform and Rodolphus entered through the stone wall first, his body disappearing between the nine and ten platform signs. Elizabeth held her breath and ran. The Hogwarts Express was blasting its engines and she could smell smoke. She stopped running, but forgot to stop her cart and a loud clash was heard from a few feet in front of her.
"Are you blind or something?"
Elizabeth opened her eyes. Sapphire met gray and she smiled shyly at the young boy in front of her. Her mother had always taught her to smile at everyone, especially when you first met them.
"I asked if you were blind."
Her smile faltered slightly and she mumbled, "I'm not blind."
He laughed obnoxiously and Elizabeth grabbed her cart and pulled it away from his.
He smiled back at her finally. "I'm glad your name isn't Blind, that would be a sad, sad name." He held out his hand and she noticed his hair was long, almost to his neckline and the darkest shade of brown she'd ever seen. It was black, incredibly black. "I'm Sirius, Sirius Orion Black."
Elizabeth smiled shyly again and shook his hand lightly. "I'm Elizabeth Lestrange."
The small twinkle of laughter she had seen in his gray eyes disappeared and his orbs turned stormy. She felt the air around them become tighter, stiff. She knew he had heard, maybe read the articles about her mother. Sirius tried to force a smile to his lips, but it ended up being awkward and they stood there in silence as they train blew a loud horn.
Elizabeth fell to the ground and felt Sirius as he landed hard next to her, their carts jammed together with a third cart that belonged to a boy who just entered through the platform.
"Bloody, I don't think you're-" The bespectacled young boy with messy hair didn't finish his sentence as he was hit onto the floor by another cart. The young girl looked down at the three first years on the floor and huffed as she grabbed her cart easily and walked towards the middle of the train.
Slowly, the three started to get up and Sirius nudged his cart out of the commotion. He pushed it out of the way and Elizabeth stood up and used all her strength to turn her cart. The third kid grabbed his too and together they walked towards the middle of the train.
"I'm James Potter, in case you were both wondering." The young boy mentioned as they left their carts outside the train and climbed the steps into a cabin. Elizabeth smiled warmly at him as they picked the first free compartment and introduced herself as Elizabeth, no Lestrange mentioned. Sirius was excited to meet another student and held out his hand to James as they sat on opposite sides of the cabin. James took his hand and shook it enthusiastically.
"I'm Sirius."
James raised an eyebrow, which was barely noticeable behind his hair and glasses. "Serious? About what?
Sirius laughed. "No, I'm Sirius, mate. As in Sirius Black."
King's Cross Station
Alexandria Sith heard her father talking, blabbing away about the latest potion he discovered at the Ministry. She sighed as he mentioned it's abnormal qualities and about how much she'd enjoy Potions at Hogwarts with Slughorn, her father's dearest friend, who taught the class. Yet, if her father would have ever paid attention to her, he would know she had no desire to enter a life filled with potions. Since she was five she could fly a broomstick and in her small wizarding town she played Quidditch games. Hogwarts was not her opportunity to take Potions classes, but to be able to play her favorite game for the House she was sorted into. As her father escorted her onto the Hogwarts Express, the only thing she could think of was quidditch.
Her mother, Anamaria Rosier, was a pure-blood Slytherin. Her father, Anton Sith, was a pure-blood Ravenclaw. She'd met several Slytherins through her mother and after spending nights in dark, creepy houses with intimidating wizards, she decided to never be Slytherin.
Her father hugged her tightly. He kissed her cheek and pushed her lightly up the stairs. She turned towards him and he waved. She sent a small wave back and opened the door to the train as she heard the booming voice of a conductor stating they were about to leave the station. Alexandria didn't look back towards her father as she entered the compartment. She took the empty space next to a boy with glasses and he grinned at her.
The girl across from her smiled warmly. Alexandria sensed a sadness from the girl, even thought she was smiling. "I'm Elizabeth and these fellows are James and Sirius." Elizabeth motioned to the two boys. "We were talking about the sorting."
Alexandria smiled. "Alexandria."
The boy James looked at Alexandria excitedly. "Alex, can I call you Alex?" She nodded. "We were talking about Gryffindor and quidditch!"
Her ears perked up at the word quidditch and though she just met James Potter, Alexandria Sith decided silently as he spoke of the Gryffindor house team that Gryffindor sounded like the best house at Hogwarts.
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