I'M BACK. Sorry for the long wait everyone but I've been really busy these past few weeks because my brother came back from over seas( three guesses where.) but now I'm back and ready for action.
Alright people here is the third chapter for the story. I'm sure that some of you thought that Sarah was a little Mary Sue and I'm sorry if it came out that way. I really wanted to make her as original as possible and I will be adding some information about her at the end of the chapter so you can under stand why she is in the story to begin with.
So again here is the third chapter to Harry Potter or Harry Lestrange.
One more thing I will have chapter nine of Harry Potter and the Second Chance out with in the next two or three days because I'm going out of town for a week so I don't think I'll be updating then, not that I update regularly anyway, but that's beside the point. If you haven't read my other story please do so, it would be much appreciated.
Now that I'm done rambling . . . .
ON WITH THE STORY
14 Years Later, England Countryside
" But Mom why can't we go? It's only for a couple of hours. We haven't been to a game since we lived in the States before. Besides it's the quarter finals, England vs. Canada. Please Mom just this once. Please." A now 14 year old Elladora whined to her mom, as she went about the kitchen preparing dinner. She was now a tall, slender young woman. She looked just like Bellatrix had at that age. With her straight black hair reaching her lower back and her piercing deep blue eyes, she pulled all attention to her the minute she walked into a room.
Harry sat on a bar stool at the counter, next to his dad and cousin, watching the progressing argument between his younger sister and mom. He had to admit he found it extremely amusing to see his sister battle it out with there mother, who usually gave in at the end.
Finally Bellatrix rounded on her daughter. " If I say yes will you go set the table for dinner. Your uncle and aunt are going to be home soon and I would like to have dinner done by then. Now go."
Harry chuckled when his mom finally gave in to his sister but quickly stopped when his she leveled a cold glare at him.
" Sorry Mom. You have to admit though, you do cave in when ever she wants something." Harry told her.
" He has a point Bella." Rodolphus agreed, but didn't say anything more, as he too was leveled with a glare.
" See if you get to sleep in bed tonight. You can sleep out on the couch." she told him as she started to add some spices to a large pot. She then rounded on Harry. " If you keep that up you can just stay home tomorrow and not go to the match. How does that sound?"
" I think I'll go up to my room now. Call me when dinners ready." he called out behind, as he walked quickly out of the kitchen.
He walked upstairs to his room and flopped onto his bed. His bedroom was painted a deep blue, with the trim done in silver. A soft, plush silver carpet covered the floor. His bed sat in the center of the wall and was the first thing you saw when you walked in the door. It was a queen sized four poster. Its hangings were a deep blue, while his sheets and blankets were alternating between black and silver. To his left were two doors one leading to an in suite bathroom and the other to a large walk in closet. The left wall was taken up by three large floor to ceiling bay windows, with a nice sized oak desk sitting in front of them. Matching cherry end tables sat on either side of his bed. Posters of bands, musicians and the most prominent orchestras in the world lined the walls. Football(US and UK) , baseball and basketball posters were scattered around the walls. A few Quidditch teams were tossed into the mix for flavor.
His thoughts drifted to what his life had been like over the past 14 years. After leaving Iowa and moving to Italy Rabastan and Sarah had started dating. Three months later they were married and one year later they were welcoming the newest member into the family, Michael Jayden Lestrange. They had, had two more kids after that, Kara Rose Lestrange, one year later and finally Isla Mikayla Lestrange three years after that. They had moved all over the world since then. You could name a continent and he could list off at least three countries he and his family had lived in.
Now they were back in England for the first time in almost a decade and a half. All four adults agreed that after 15 years it would be safe for them to stay in the country for a while. Harry knew that " a while" was code for less then a year. They had moved to there current place of residence in February and it was now June. Harry knew that they would be leaving soon, within the next two or three months.
A light knocking on his door pulled him from his thoughts.
" Come in." he called out.
The door opened and his sister walked in, closing the door behind her. She jumped onto the bed beside him and sat Indian style next to him.
" Mom wants you to know that dinners ready." Elladora said.
" Thanks for telling me."
Elladora sighed, " We're all leaving tomorrow at nine. Mom wants to get there early. She says that we all have to have Illusion Charms put on us so were not recognized."
Harry sat up and looked her in the eyes. " Good because ever since we were spotted in France last year and everyone figured out that I was still alive every single Auror is on the look out for mom, dad and Uncle Rab. And none of us want them sent to Azkaban."
" I know." Elladora exclaimed. " I just wish we could stay here for a while."
" I do too sis." he stood up. " Come on lets go eat."
Both teens walked out of the room to eat dinner. Not knowing that soon their lives were going to change.
The Burrow, earlier that day
" RON. GINNY. GET DOWN HERE. I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU." Arthur Weasley shouted up the many flights of stairs to his two youngest kids. Pounding footsteps on the stairs told him that they were coming.
Ron and Ginny appeared in front of him. " What do you have for us dad?" Ron asked.
" I have five tickets to the Quidditch Cup semi-finals tomorrow for you two, Hermione, and Fred and George."
" Really?" Ginny asked a wide smile was on her face.
" I'm going to go owl Hermione." Ron rushed off to his room to send an owl to his girlfriend. Ginny hugged her dad and raced up the stairs after Ron.
Arthur laughed and walked back into the kitchen. His wife Molly and fellow Order members Sirius Black and Remus Lupin sat at the kitchen table talking and drinking tea.
It had been a great shock to everyone when they had learned that Sirius Black who had been blamed for the murders of the Potters, turned out to be innocent. After spending 10 years in Azkaban he had been given a full pardon and a hefty compensation. It happened all because Peter Pettigrew had been spotted by a witch in Dover.
" How are you doing today Sirius?" Arthur asked, grabbing his own cup of tea.
He smiled tiredly at the older red head. " I've been better. Ever since Harry was spotted last November down in France we've all been on high alert. We think they either took him to eastern Europe or back here to England."
" Why would they bring him back here?" Molly asked. She seated herself next to her husband. " Wouldn't it be better for them to take him further away. To America or Japan?"
Sirius shrugged. " That's what we all thought in the beginning to. Turns out that they took him to the states back in '81. They left less then a year latter and were off the map until that sighting last year."
" What do you think the chances are that you'll find him before they leave the country? If there even here I mean?" Arthur questioned.
" Pretty good I think. I just hope that whatever they've done to him can be reversed. My dear cousin," Sirius said 'dear' like it left a bad taste in his mouth. " could never go long without hurting someone or something. I just hope Harry's alright. I don't want to think about how he's been treated while staying with them."
Molly looked at him sympathetically and patted his hand. " I'm sure that what ever he has been through you can help him get over it. Lets just hope that horrible woman has a heart somewhere inside of her."
Sirius scoffed, " I doubt it."
Arthur decided to change the subject, " So are you two going to the game tomorrow?"
" Yes we are. I'm going to enjoy the game, while Padfoot here goes as extra security." Remus said with a smile.
" I may be there as security Moony but I still get to watch the game, as I'll be patrolling the stands." Sirius grinned at his long time friend.
The four continued to talk for the rest of the day, two of them never the wiser that there lives were about to change.
8:00 am the next morning
" HARRY JAMES LESTRANGE, IF YOU DON'T GET UP THIS MINUTE YOU'LL BE LEFT HOME." Rodolphus shouted up the stairs to his oldest child.
" I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE." was shouted back at him.
Rodolphus smiled to himself at his sons response, the typical teenage response. He walked into the kitchen knowing that Harry would be down soon. The kitchen was a mess to say the least. Isla and Elladora were clad in red and white, signifying there support of the Canadian team. Michael and Kara were clad in blue white and red, for England obviously. All four were arguing why there chosen team was better then the other by listing off statistics. His wife, brother and sister-in-law were standing around the island discussing the match and the best way to get away on the off chance they were discovered.
Bellatrix looked up when she heard the door open. " Is Harry on his way down?" she asked.
" Yeah should be down in a bit."
She nodded and got a plate ready for when he decided to show up. Fifteen minutes later Harry walked in to the chaotic kitchen. He ignored the arguing that was going on at the table and sat down at the island to eat his breakfast instead.
Bellatrix sat a plate full of food down in front of him and placed a gentle kiss on the top of head. " Sleep well last night?"
Harry smiled at her and nodded. " Yeah slept fine Mom."
Bellatrix looked at him closely before nodding and returned to her conversation with Sarah and Rabastan.
45 minutes, three arguments, a misplaced wand and two shouting matches about Quidditch teams later they were on there way to the match.
The Burrow 15 minutes earlier
" FRED GEORGE HURRY UP OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Arthur shouted up the stairs.
" COMING DAD." Both of them shouted and raced down the stairs. They skidded to a stop in front of the him, both dressed in blue, red and white, fully supporting England.
" Hurry grab some toast from your mother. We have to go catch the portkey. Hurry now everyone else is waiting." Arthur told them.
They smiled at him and hurried into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Ron, Ginny and Hermione, who had arrived three hours earlier, were waiting by the back door for the twins, all three holding there own breakfast. They received hugs and well wishes from Mrs. Weasley and quickly made there way to the portkey point. They barely made it, all were excited for the match. None of them knew that this day would change there lives.
Harry looked around at everything in awe. They had arrived at the camp grounds where the match was being held and immediately they were assaulted with the noise of thousands of witches and wizards. Harry hadn't even seen this many people back when he saw the USA vs. Greece game when he was 11. People were flying around in the air, chanting there national anthems and just generally being loud and rambunctious.
" Come you guys are tent is over here." Sarah called back to them, as she was in the lead.
'Tent' he thought to himself. He didn't know they were going to be staying here, he thought they were just going to be watching the game and then going home. 'Well this is going to be interesting.'
There tent was located on the outskirts of a large group of Canadian supporters. Michael and Kara protested about where they were at.
" Why can't we be over with the English supporters?" Michael asked once he was inside the tent. " I don't want to be here we all know that the Canadians are going to lose."
" We're over here because it's less likely that the Aurors will spend a lot of time around this part of the grounds, while I know they will be over with the English supporters most of the time." Rabastan explained to his son.
Michael shut his mouth with an audible snap, and walked over to the small kitchenette to grab a snack.
Harry plopped down in one of the chairs and watched his family. He smiled to himself, he wished everyday could be like this. Just sitting around goofing off with each other, not running from Aurors and moving all the time, though he had to admit that moving didn't bug him so much anymore. He loved seeing new places and really didn't like staying in one place for an extended amount of time.
It had been explained to them from the very beginning why they couldn't stay anywhere for a long time. His parents and uncle had sat him down when he turned 10 and explained what had happened that night when Voldemort attacked. He was glad they had taken him with them. None of them hid the fact that they had been Death Eaters before Voldemort's fall and all of the kids had a basic knowledge of the Dark Arts, even nine year old Isla, though none more then Harry. He had shown a natural inclination to the darker side of magic, and was as well versed in that as he was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Is was a long running joke in the family that Harry was a contradiction of himself.
Harry stood up from his chair, suddenly feeling the urge to be outside and get some fresh air.
" Dad I'm going to be outside for a bit. Talk to some of the other supporters. Is that okay?" he asked.
Rodolphus looked at him, before nodding. " Yes, but please don't wander to far and stay within seeing distance of the tent."
Harry smiled, " Thanks Dad. I will I promise."
Harry headed toward the entrance, to the protest of the his sister and cousins.
" Why can't we go with him?" and " It's not fair. He gets to do everything."
He turned around and smiled at them. " I'm older then all of you. That is why I get to do everything. Besides I got to go show my support for my home team. Go Canadians." He thrust his fist up in the air. He dodged the pillow that Michael threw at his head.
He walked out of the tent laughing all the way. Heading towards a group of teenagers around his age he introduced himself as Jay and started a conversation on the chances of Canada going to the World Cup.
If only he knew what this trip outside would end up doing to him and his family. That finally his and his family's luck had run out.
If he had known that he might of stayed inside the tent.
