Pureblood Heritage: Growing up Lestrange

Prologue

Why on earth does Dumbledore want to speak to me? What did I ever do to get out of his good graces? This can't be anything but trouble…I thought these things to myself as I walked through the old room, looking for a treasure of mine.

The room I was in now was dark, filled with forest green and black colors everywhere. It seemed that the room was covered in an inch of dust all around. It appeared that no one had lived here for a long while, which was true; it hadn't been inhabited in about twenty years. A ruin, I deemed it, of the former glory it once was.

I walk slowly around its circular expanse, racking my brains to try to remember where exactly it was I kept my secret compartment. It worried me that I could not place it. Oh, come on, woman, remember, I urged. As if in answer, I remembered. Finally.

I gave a sigh of relief, one thing had gone right, at least. Walking over to the balcony door, I tapped the wall twice with my hand, and then stood back as a small door appeared, then opened in front of me. Inside, was only one thing: A brown paper parcel. Grabbing it, I left my old bedroom behind me.

The rest of the house was in the same state, I realized as I walked through the other two floors to reach the exit. Evidence that some sort of quick flight had happened made me shutter. I knew well what happened.

It was dark inside, but somehow I did not once even think of lighting my wand. I could easily pick paths through it; after all, I had many memories of the place.

I opened the door in the entryway, taking one last look up a cobwebbed chandelier, before exiting. I walked a few paces down the walk to the gate, and left the abandoned grounds behind me. Pity what it's become.

Sighing at this thought, I apparated to Hogsmede.

I had always thought of Hogwarts as my second home, but in addition to this, it was also where my life truly began.

Shaking my head, I stopped remembering, after years of practice, I had mastered the art. It was dark, about an hour to midnight, judging the moon. Not many lights were on in the small village. I found peace in this; night had always been my favourite part of the day. Chuckling at this, I continued on.

As I walked up the stairs that would lead me into the castle, the doors opened for me. A man, dressed in purple from head to toe, walked out, and beckoned me to him. The stars reflected on his half-moon spectacles as I approached.

"Dumbledore," I said in greeting once we were in earshot. I had never really been fond of him, like most others seemed to be. I was never completely at ease when it came to the old wizard.

"Addison, wonderful to see you again, my dear," he said politely, "Please, follow me, we have much to discuss. So I think it would be best if we went to my office as quickly as possible."

Wonderful. He plans to keep me here for a while! Ugh, what did I ever do to deserve such punishment? He led me through the many corridors of Hogwarts, and I chanced a question.

"About what, exactly, are we going to talk of that you would ask me to 'bring something to tell my story with', as your letter so eloquently put it?" I said curtly, and was infuriated when he had the audacity to chuckle. Not that it showed in my expression, I was blank there.

"Ah, but you see, my dear, the answer is in the question."

"Care to elaborate?" Was my cool reply. I had not the patience for the man riddles tonight.

"We are going to talk about your past." He said simply.

"And why, dare I ask, is that?" I had not been so forward with him in years. It startled me slightly.

"Come now, surely, someone with your intelligence could figure it out. Resent events in the paper…" Dumbledore trailed off.

I stopped and rounded on him. By now we had reached the gargoyle that stood guard of the headmaster's office. "So you have brought me here to question my loyalty? When I am not even a part of this little war you have raged secretly on the Dark Lord?"

"This war is not 'little' at all, Addison." He said flatly.

"Wanna bet?" I challenged.

He sighed, exasperated of me already, I supposed. Good, maybe he'll give up and let me go home now. But to my surprise, when he turned to me again, his eyes held a bright twinkle.

Damn old buffoon.

"No, that is not it at all. Harry has the right to know the truth about a few things, though. Who do you expect to tell him, if you don't?" Nice try, but no pixie dust.

"Sirius Black," I said immediately. I was not an idiot. Come on, who else would help Black hide?

Dumbledore seemed surprised by my answer, but did not say anything of it. He shook his head. "Sirius does not wish to tell him. Memories are too painful a thing for him."

I snapped then. Not that I lost my temper. Growing up, I learned that that never solved anything. Instead, I became deathly quiet, "What about my memories?"

He became quiet as well, "Please, Addison, give yourself and those who faced that time peace. I need your story."

Bumble Bee was begging.

Me.

Begging me.

Curse him.

"Fine." And we went up the stairs into his office, but before I could have sworn I saw an accomplished smile on his face.

It hasn't changed much, I noted dully as we entered from the stairs. Strange things still mounted all over the walls.

My former headmaster told me to sit, which I did, of course. All the while, the feeling as if had made a deal with the devil hung over me. Hell, I probably had…

I took the parcel out of my bag and unwrapped it. Inside revealed a book with a black cover. My name was inscribed on the outside with dark green, curly letters.

"Start whenever you are ready." He said. I complied silently, and opened this book- my diary- to the first page. I looked up briefly to see the Bumble Bee waiting for me to begin.

"August 1, 1970." I began, and my memories, the ones I tried so hard to forget, came crashing back to me.

I was eleven again, in my home with my brothers and parents, no troubles or cares in the world. No idea at what I was to become.

So what do you think? I have a pairing in mind, but it could easily changed. I've had this idea in my head for a while now, so I finally wrote something up. Also, if I continued, I'll only have one or two chapters from when Addison is little, then it will all be 7th year. So, should I continue? Leave me a review and tell me, please and thank you. Oh, gold stars to anyone who can guess what house she's in!