I didn't say much for the rest of the holidays. How could I be a Lestrange? Finally all the students returned for start of term.

I still played and practiced Quidditch. But one day, after practice, when they had learned about Snape referring the match, my eyes met a horrible sight. Cut pieces from the papers I collected and my own signature and other words were plastered onto paper, clearly displaying to everyone, and anyone who was near them. I had dropped the papers over Christmas Break! As I walked into the Common Room, it turned deathly silent, all eyes on the "Missing Lestrange".

"What?" I said rudely. There was a loud shuffling, as they all turned back. I went to one of my favorite spots in the Common Room. A shadowy corner where the light did not reach. I reached down to get my homework out of my bag.

At that moment, Neville toppled into the Common Room. How he had managed to get through the entrance at all puzzled me. His legs were locked together with that stupid leg-locker curse.

Everyone fell over laughing besides me and Hermione, who jumped up and preformed the counter-spell. I stayed seated, gray eyes reflecting through the darkness.

"What happened?" Hermione asked him, leading him over to sit with Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy, I met him outside the Library. He said he was looking for someone to practice on." Neville said shakily. That couldn't have been good…

Hermione kept on talking. I had almost figured this problem out… yes… oh I have it! I was about to put it down when Harry spoke and broke my thoughts. Darn HHIIIMMMM!

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. But Draco wasn't the one shunning me, now was he? Matter of fact… the ones that aren't disowning me are Slytherin, unfortunately…

"The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin." Harry finished. Well they were the only ones talking to me, so I didn't think they stunk!

Neville's lips twitched into a smile.

"Thanks Harry… I think I'll go to bed… Do you want the card, you collect them, don't you?"

"Dumbledore again." Harry said. Then he gasped. What he said, I will never know, he was whispering. I finally decided to go to my dorm room. Then I had a thought, a wonderful, gloriously funny idea! If I was a Lestrange child, might as well use it to my advantage. As I passed Harry and the others, I turned towards them.

"Well, I think I've been dubbed as the psycho Lestrange," I said. Then started walking again. "Muhahahaha!" I called out to some more first years, who were huddled together, terrified.

"She's gone a bit mad, hasn't she?" Ron said. I turned around.

"Nope, not mad! Just using my advantages!" I said as I fake-curtsied. "Ta!" I then completed my way up to the Dorm me and Hermione shared. I could hear the Weasley Twins laughing in the background. I would have fun with this, one way or the other.

I settled down on my bed and took out one of my favorite Muggle Novels.

It wasn't too long before Hermione came in.

"Hisseyt?" She began. I looked up.

"No, I won't go by that name any more. My name is Annabeth Bellatrix Lestrange. I am not proud of it, by any means, but I won't pretend it's not true." I said. I hated the name Hisseyt anyways. To my surprise, she smiled.

"I did some reading on the Lestranges, and I am glad you said that! I knew you wouldn't end up like your mother!" Then her smile faltered. "You won't, will you?"

"Never in a Immortal Beings life-time." I said. It was true. I wouldn't become like my parents. I sweared of it.

"Good. Well, night, Annabeth!"

"Good Night, Hermione." I said, then blew out the candle.

Big thanks to the author of Meetings in the Tower for the MUAHAHAHA part. You should check out that story, its pretty good!

To my loyal readers and reviewers, Darkstar.