Hi Guys, I'm back. I know I havent updated my other story in two years, but please persevere with it! I wrote the first two chapters of this before DH came out...
But enjoy! And PLEASE REVIEW!!
My Name is Lilith Lestrange. I know, it's a stupid name. Not the Lilith bit, the Lestrange bit. I usually tell people my name's Lilith Black, like what my mother's name was before she married my father.
I hate my father he hates me too, only because I'm a girl. When I was just over a year old, my parents were sent to Azkaban for the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom, stupid name. Because mum and father were in a maximum security cell, no-one was allowed to visit them, not even me, their only child. So mum wrote me letters, father didn't though, that might be why I hate him. I replied to every single letter my mum wrote to me. I learnt all about the dark lord, how great he is, what he did… and how he would return one day and free her, father and all the other prisoners there, and how she'd be rewarded for her loyalty. I'm amazed nobody intercepted the letters and got her into further trouble, actually.
She also told me how I'd be going to Durmstrang, but when she got out of Azkaban, I'd be going to Hogwarts. I don't know why Hogwarts would accept a Death eater's daughter, but I hated it at Durmstrang. Everyone hated me there. I prayed for the holidays when I could go back home to England.
I lived with Aunt Narcissa, Uncle Lucius and my cousin, Draco. Draco is my best (and pretty much only) friend. We spent the first eleven years of our lives, playing together: I'd be my mother, he'd be his father. We'd go on wild chases and set traps for Muggles. We stopped doing that when we got older, and when I returned every summer and Christmas, we'd play Quidditch instead, Aunt Narcissa would take a photo and we'd send it to mum and father with a cheerful note wishing them well.
During the summer after the dark lord came back (at the end of my fourth year); Uncle Lucius kept sneaking out at all odd hours of the night. When I asked my Aunt what happened, she told me the good news. I wrote to Draco twice a week that school year. It seemed the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge, was denying it. That made everything ten times easier, and Uncle Lucius's connections with the ministry made it even easier still.
The following year, last year and my fifth year at Durmstrang, my parents, along with some other death eaters, escaped from Azkaban, I remember knocking over my morning pumpkin juice when I read the article, and then I began to cry: I was going to meet my parents!
Unfortunately, later on, in fact, just a month ago, Uncle Lucius was taken to Azkaban, something to do with Harry Potter and his friends… I'm not entirely sure.
I wish one day I could be a death-eater and make my parents proud, do half of what they've been able to achieve
Short but sweet, it gets longer.
R&R