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The missing Potter chapter 2
Drew Lestrange was seated in the Great Hall at Breakfast. His two friends Eric and Collin were sitting on both sides of him. Drew was half way eating eggs and bacon.
"We will be getting our schedules pretty soon I think," Eric said, "I wonder what Divination and muggle studies will be like."
"I am taking that," Drew said as he took a bite of bacon. "Muggle studies I mean."
"You're taking divination?" Collin asked, looking over at Eric. "Wow, I don t know why they even keep that class, I hear the Professor is death crazy."
"No she isn't, that is just a myth," Eric said.
"Who teaches that?" Drew asked, looking at Collin.
"I hear it is still Professor Trelawney," Collin said. "My brother says she is old, and eccentric who hasn't made an actual prophecy in years."
"If she hasn't made a prophecy in years, than why is she still teaching?" Drew asked before Eric could say a word.
"Who knows," Collin said with a shrug. "Any way, Trelawney chooses one student to die each year and nothing ever happens to that student."
"Oh please," Eric said rolling his eyes. Drew noticed a short plump woman with wild white hair under a hat walking down the table handing out schedules.
"Is that the head of house?" Drew asked.
Eric looked around him, and noticed the woman handing out schedules. "Yeah, that is Professor Spore, she teaches Transfiguration."
"Bones? Aw here you are," said Professor Spore as she reached the three, handing Eric his new schedule. "Here you go Lestrange." She handed Drew his schedule, her eyes on the schedules. He looked down at his time table.
That day he had Arithmancy as first period, Muggle Studies second period, Transfiguration for third, lunch, Potions as fourth period, and Defense Against the Dark Arts as his last class.
"Dang, all this in one day?" Eric said, looking down at his own schedule.
"It doesn't look that bad," Drew said with a shrug. To him, his schedule didn't seem that bad, that was how his schedule looked at Durmstrang.
"It is a full day mate," Collin said looking up from his own times table.
"Looks like we have the Gryffindors during Transfiguration and Potions," Eric added. Drew looked around the Slytherin table, trying to spot his cousin, but so far no such luck. Was Scorpius mad at him? Did his cousins really care about what house he was in? They told him that they don't care what house he was in, as long as he is happy there. Drew was happy about being a Hufflepuff, all of his house mates were a great group of people. No one judged him up close. But he did get the feeling that there were some who didn't want him there.
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Rose Weasley walked down the hall way, her friend Abby walking right behind her.
"See you later at Muggle Studies Rose," Abby said as Rose reached the Arithmancy class room. Rose walked in the class room, and to her surprise, she saw the new transfer student sitting at a table with a Hufflepuff boy who he was sitting with yesterday during the feast. She also noticed that there were other students in the room as well and Rose walked towards the middle of the room. She took a seat by another friend of hers who was also a Gryffindor.
"Hey Rose," said Bella Thorn. Bella was a tanned girl with a long plait of black hair. "Class will be starting pretty soon."
"Yeah I know, it took a while for Nev—I mean Professor Longbottom to give me my schedule." Rose said, her eyes looked over at the Lestrange boy. She remembered Professor McGonagall telling them he was a Hufflepuff. She could not believe that he was not a Slytherin like his family. "How does he seem?"
"Professor Longbottom? I guess he—"
"No, I mean Andrew Lestrange," she hissed to her friend.
"Oh him, he seems ok, but pretty quiet," Bella said, she looked back at the black board as Professor Vector came in the classroom. A witch with loose black hair with streaks of grey in it, wearing scarlet colored robes and hat.
"Ok class I am Professor Vector," said the witch, standing by the front desk, peering at all of them. "Welcome to Arithmancy, where you will all broaden your minds for magical of numbers where you will predict the future and numerology."
She looked out at the class.
"I will not lie when I tell you that this class will be difficult, I hope you are all prepared," Professor Vector said. "This class will be looking at numerology charts to predict the future. Some of you will stay; some of you will be leaving us. I will pass out your numeral charts."
Professor Vector waved her wand at a stack of parchment that started to levitate and land right in front of each student.
"Get into pairs of four please and open your books to chapter one on page sixteen to a chart, take out a sheet of parchment and decipher the graph on sixteen," Professor Vector said.
Rose and Isabella took a seat at a table where Drew Lestange and Eric Bones were seated at.
"You don't mind if we sit here?" Rose asked.
"No go ahead," Drew said looking at Rose.
"Thanks," Rose said taking a seat across from them.
"Your that new kid right?" Isabella asked, Rose shot her a look.
"Yeah," Drew said a bit weary as he looked at Isabella, she was eyeing him with great interest.
"From Durmstrang Institute?" she asked.
"Er— yeah," Drew replied, he wasn't sure what to say.
"But I don't hear an accent," she said.
"I have lived in London all of my life," Drew said. "But my mum and dad insisted I go there bcause of the Dark Arts."
"So your parents really are Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange then?"
"Why are you interrogating him?" Rose hissed in Isabella's ear.
"It's cool," Drew said. "I am used to it."
"She really did sound like she was interrogating you," Eric added.
"I'm just wondering is all," Isabella said.
"I get it all the time, so don't worry," Drew said. "But yeah, there my parents."
"Sorry about my friend but she can be a bit blunt," Rose said.
"Am not," Isabella said in a shocked expression.
Rose rather liked Arithmancy, she thought it was just as fascinating just like her mother told her it would be. So far, she also found that Drew Lestrange was nothing like his parents. He didn't seem to have a bad bone in his body. She liked his friend Eric Bones aswell, he was a rather good guy. Rose was pretty pleased to hear that they had no homework, but they were all assured that they will have loads of it in the future.
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Muggle Studies was Rose Weasley's next class, and she was surprised to see that Eric, Drew and another blond hair boy was sitting with them. She noticed they were chatting with each other, probably about what ever boys talk about in Rose's opinion. Her best friend Abby Longbottom was right beside as they took a seat in the middle rows.
"Do you have him in your class?," Abby said to Rose.
"Yes, he is actually pretty nice," Rose said. "Nothing like what I thought he would be."
"I think the whole thinks that after last night," Abby said, remembering last night clearly when they were all told that Drew Lestrange was a Hufflepuff and not a Slytherin. "I feel sorry for him though, for having everyone remind who your parents are."
"He goes by Drew because his parents hate it," Rose said.
"Why didn't I take Arithmancy?" Abby said, more to herself than to Rose. "Then I could have met him, not just you."
"Jealous are we?" Rose teased with a grin.
"No-I was just saying was all," Abby shot back, but a blush crept in her face.
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Drew Lestrange found life at Hogwarts better than his life at Durmstrang. For one thing, Hogwarts was not affiliated with the Dark Arts as strongly as Durmstrang Institute was. It was a lot lighter at Hogwarts, and the Professors were not as demanding. Sure he had friends at Dumstrang and he did miss them, but Drew did send a few letters to them and so far, no response. He wasn't giving his hopes up just yet on his friends. Drew did find new friends in his house, they were all pretty nice, but as always, there was a few who seemed afraid him. It reminded him that he was from pure blood supremacists who supported Voldemort in both Wizard Wars.
Drew didn't like being compared to his parents, and no one was worse at reminding him of that than the Gryffindors.
It was during Transfiguration class, and Drew walked in the class, followed by Eric and Collin.
"Hey Lestrange, how's your wicked mommy and daddy doing?" asked one Gryffindor boy. Drew looked over at the Gryffindor side. "Still in Azkaban aren't they? I am sure they will rot in prison now, they deserve it for what they done. I am sure you will end up there one day, and you may even share a cell with them."
Drew felt the sudden urge to punch the boy in the face as his hands rolled in fists, and he guessed that Eric and Collin must have read his mind when he felt their hands steer him away towards a table. Drew looked back, seeing the boy smirk.
"Yeah that's right walk away, you probably don't even know how to fight properly without breaking the rules Death Eater," the boy said.
"Ignore them mate," Collin said, taking a seat on Drew's left side.
"He is just trying to round you up," Eric told him, Drew's eyes looked at the Gryffindor, seeing him laugh with his friends.
"I know I shouldn't let it get to me," Drew said, looking down at the desk top. "But it does."
"I thought you said your glad they went to Azkaban?" Collin said.
"I am, I just hate being reminded on who I am," Drew replied. The thing that mad Drew mad the most was that he was always being reminded in some way or another that he was a Lestrange. He hated being compared to them. He didn't even look like them. Both of them had black and brown hair that was greying with hazel and brown eyes, while he had blond hair and emerald almond shaped eyes. Neither of his parents had green eyes or blond hair.
"They are probably just scared of you," Collin said, Drew looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.
"Scared of me?" Drew asked, he wasn't sure on what he thought of that.
"Yeah-just don't hate me for saying it," Collin said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Your lucky were friends or I may have to curse you," Drew joked with a grin.
The three of them started laughing.
