Age 15

Alanna sat in the attic of her parents' home, clutching an envelope in her hand. Inside she had discovered papers from the orphanage. Alanna reeled at the information she had discovered, scarcely able to believe her eyes.

Alanna Lyra Lestrange born on the 31st of October 1980 to Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Sent to live with her aunt Narcissa Malfoy and her husband Lucius Malfoy after her parent's imprisonment in Azkaban. Custody turned over to the Magical Nursery and Orphanage on the 15th day of November 1987. Adopted on the 12th day of June 1988 by Josephina and Edward Beniot.

She was adopted. Her parents had lied to her. She was a Lestrange. A LESTRANGE. Alanna shook her head, disgusted with everyone. With her parents for lying to her for all these years, with the Malfoy family for turning her out, with the people at the orphanage for putting the charm on her to block her early memories. Now that she knew the truth, she remembered everything with perfect clarity. The torture at the hands of her psychotic mother, the comfort the Malfoy patriarch had provided. The long days hidden in the hedgerows, and the even longer nights locked away in the dungeons.

'How could they have done that to me?' she wondered, throwing the envelope back into the chest in which she had found it. 'Why didn't they tell me the truth?'

Alanna was just about to slam the lid down on the chest when she spotted something half hidden underneath the stacks of paperwork. A piece of thick, expensive looking white parchment. Carefully, she pulled it out and opened it, her eyes growing wider as she read the words carefully written there

The child that you hold in your arms is special to me. Please love and care for her since I was unable to do so. May she grow up protected and happy, and have everything her heart desires.

LM

Alanna stared down at the paper in her hand, barely moving it in time to avoid a teardrop splashing down on it. LM…. It had to be Lucius Malfoy. It just had to be.

Wordlessly, Alanna tucked the paper into her pocket and went downstairs to confront her parents.

Authors Note: Yes, I realize this story is moving along quite fast, but that is the way I see it in my head (and I'm sorry if it makes more sense there than it does here). Eventually, I may add more chapters to this as more comes to me, but thus far, I am only getting glimpses into her life.