Chapter six
16th July 1987
"I wish I was going to Hogwarts..." said Iris looking rather sulky.
"Why? I would much rather go to Dumstrang, where you get to learn real magic" exclaimed Estella.
"Yes, but once you and Lacerta go off to Hogwarts and then Aquarius goes, it will be only me and Draco isn't very fun" replied Iris in a matter of fact tone.
The Lestrange siblings were in Madame Malkins; robes for all occasions, placed on the Edge of Diagon alley, where the two twins were getting measured for their Hogwarts robes.
"Green silk, I think" demanded Lacerta to the young assistant whom was measuring her.
"How will you know you will be placed in slytherine?" inquired Aquarius. He held his head high when saying this, but despite his outward confidence, there was the slight inclination, to not look Ceph, Estella and Iris straight in the eye.
Lacerta let out a chilling laugh, a sort of laugh that was made for mockery. "Where else will I be placed?" Lacerta laughed. Aquarius decided not to comment and when thought about it in further detail, slytherine was the only house for her.
"I don't know why uncle can't take us to knock turn alley, instead of that wimpy cousin of ours, it's just plain favouritism" hissed Ceph, whom was furiously staring at nothing, with a mixture of hatred and aggression.
Estella took a glance at Narcissa who had stepped outside to talk to some old school friend and then ensured that the young assistant had exited out of the large dressing room before speaking.
"If Mother and Father were here, they would take us to knock turn alley..." Estella smiled at the thought.
"If Mother and Father were here things would be a lot better." Remarked Iris, quite sadly and her voice rang with desperate yearning to know more about someone called 'Mother' and 'Father'
Ceph, striking the other siblings with some sort of bafflement, smiled at Iris, obviously it was not a normal smile by any means and it rather put Iris off.
"But it won't be long until we see them again..." he said.
Feeling rather uncomfortable with Ceph's smile, iris, now six, left the store, mentioning that she was looking at owls at Eyelops Owl emporium. The others did not take much notice and continued with their haughty ungrateful personalities.
Out in the main street, there were bustling witches and wizards of every shape, size and colour. Iris also noted that there was one of the Hogwarts professors (she couldn't remember what one- not that she cared anyway) showing the Mudbloods, the world in which they would 'belong' to. Iris made note, to try and trip a couple up, despite them being nearly a head taller than her. As Iris walked and thought, she was glad that Aunt Cissy had not seen her and demanded she stay. She looked up to her elder brother and aspired to be like him, except sometimes he found the most frightening things funny, contemplating more, she then concluded that she did actually find most of the things Ceph found funny, funny also – like Dobby getting beaten, or A pigeon falling to its death after being shot out of the sky with a jet of magic from Ceph's wand.
Her thoughts then turned to something that caught her eye. Amidst the hustle and bustle of Diagon alley, there stood on the corner of the street a small red headed girl. She was little and looked about four, she was crying – this appeared distasteful for Iris as she was always scolded by her siblings (apart from Aquarius) for doing such a thing. Iris approached the girl.
"Why are you crying? You know only babies cry!" Iris said rudely.
Snivelling a little, the red headed looked up at Iris in slight awe and fear, she looked a little ashamed at how pitiful she must seem to the elder girl, was obviously very rich, with the silk robes she wore and to prove this point further, the red headed girl, looked down at her tatty dress, it was a little small for her as Mother couldn't afford many cloths, what with the elder brothers and all.
"I'm just not very happy" Snivelled the girl.
"Well, I'm not very happy most of the time; do you see me crying about it?" Iris snapped.
"I just can't find my parent that's all..."the girls snivelled.
"What can't even deal with being out and about alone and you cry? Shows how much of a baby you are!" Iris said laughing and pushing the girl on the floor, making her cry even harder.
"Oi, what are you doing to my sister you bully!" came a voice behind her. Turning around, she saw a red headed boy that was just slightly taller than her and was wearing similarly second hand clothes glaring at her.
"Oh, is this your sister? Let me guess..." said Iris pretending to think. "You both have red hair and cheap nasty clothing, I bet you're the Weasleys, I'm Iris Lestrange" she added spitefully.
"Come on Ginny, you don't want to be seen with someone like her" said the boy picking his sister off up the ground.
"Someone like what!?" Hissed Iris stalking closer to the boy and girl.
"Someone whose parents are the lowest of the low." He replied
And as soon as the words left the boy's mouth, who was called Ron Weasley, there was nothing the passer's by could do to stop what would happen next.
With a glare that made Ginny whimper, she lunged herself at Ron, knocking him to the ground and throwing punches and Kicks here and there, Ron tried to fight back but the amount of pent up anger in Iris's mind was no match for Ron's retaliation. She was yelling and a crowd of children had started to gather.
Coming out of Madame Malkins, the Lestrange siblings were all in moods of varying degrees of boredom, Estella was borderline suicidal with dreariness whereas Lacerta was not nearly as bored. It was then when the siblings and Aunt Cissy had noticed a crowed of children and now approaching adults. The children ran ahead and as they got closer they could hear the noise.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MY MOTHER YOU FILTHY BLOODTRAITOR!" was the sound of their sister voice they heard,
"AHHH! Stop!" came a whimpering voice.
Just then two red headed twins came in to rescue their brother and in retaliation Estella and Ceph pushed through the crowds and through themselves into the fray.
With shouts and yells and kicks, the adults tried to pull apart one fight but only then would another commence.
Eventually it came down to the appearance of Mr Weasley, demanding his children to part from the Lestranges and Mr Malfoy to calmly tell the three siblings to stop what they were doing and that they were all going home, and behind the grey eyes of Mr Malfoy, lay punishments not even Ceph would want to think about.
As quick as the fight came, as quick as it was gone. The crowd of jeering children left satisfied with the entertainment they received and both families fixed each other with icy stares, it was safe to say this fight would never be forgotten by anyone who was a regular visitor to Diagon alley.
When it came to the root of the fight, Mr Malfoys punishment was not a harsh as intended.
"Were it be a different world children, this would have been sport, except there would be magic involved and the blood traitors dead" He told them pompously.
The three siblings ginned in mutual agreement, that it was definitely what blood traitors like them deserved.
Lucious was no fool, he knew the children knew more than they should, and in fact the three before had shown obvious signs of an early mental disorder of sadistic nature. But what was he to do? They were not his children and so, in turn not his problem.
"However right you may have been and however well of you to defend your blood, it will not excuse you from loud and rash actions! If you wanted to get your own back, brash behaviour is not the way of Slytherines but Gryffindors."
Ceph, Estella and Iris were ashamed that they were not more slytherine like in their actions, but like all slytherines in mind, they always liked to think they got the best of the situation, they had ultimately shown, the Lestranges were not someone you would mess with.
After, in what Lucious's opinion, a healthy dose of the cruciatus curse, they were sent to bed without supper.
Both elder siblings commended Iris on her path to rightness. Iris was happy from her first fight but was a little sad, no make that a lot, sitting at her desk she pulled out a book and quill and started to right.
Dear Diary,
For someone who is only six, I find myself to be quite mature. A few things have led me to find this. For one thing, I clearly have away in the words I write as you will find further on in this book. I am also mature enough to deal with the disturbances in the mind my brother has, he never looks right, there is always some inhuman glint in his eyes, it scares me but inspires me, I plan to be like him when I am older. Finally I am mature or perhaps stronger is the word I am looking for to hold myself in a fight. Today some filthy blood traitors spouted nonsense about darling Mother. I love Mother, perhaps I shouldn't say love...I aspire to be her. I have never met her though. Anyway these blood traitors got what they should have got when they were babies, that way they would have been too weak to fight back and probably died. They didn't die though – but they will next time.
It's going to be lonely here without Ceph, Estella and Lacerta – except Lacerta's doesn't count because she's boring. I will only have Aquarius and we don't talk much, so I will be alone and that makes me scared, I don't ever want to be alone.
Love Iris.
With the short paragraph written in careful print, she closed her eyes as she fell asleep in her four poster bed, dreaming of the fears of being alone, sometimes in dreams such as these she was in a cold cell – she supposed it was an Azkaban sell other times she was in a dark alley with nothing but groping hands and rarely she dreamed about her sitting at a desk in a room in a modest house doing an everyday activity such as reading letters addressed to someone called Louisa Bradley. But once she awoke, she wouldn't remember these dreams for a long time.
As further punishment she was not allowed to see her twin sisters of to Hogwarts and had to stay in the manor.
