Disclaimer: I am the writer of the Harry Potter Series, Bill Clinton did
not have an affair with Monica Lewinsky, and Puff the Magic Dragon really
did live by the sea. Okay, okay none of this is true. I own the plot. There
is so a plot, I am getting to it, I promise.
A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 2 "My Mother used to be Bellatrix LeStrange"
Through her daughter's eyes:
I have been well aware of who my mother and father are since I was seven. I overheard the 'pretenders' discussing it between themselves.
"She needs to know," my 'pretender' mother said harshly.
"Not when she is seven," my 'pretender' father argued heatedly.
"Her parents are the renown Death Eaters Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, they tortured the Longbottoms into insanity, for heaven's sake," my 'pretender' mother insisted. I had ran away into my room. It's funny family means more to you if you are alone, than if you are stuck with them at your home. I thought about how ridiculous it was. My mother and father, ones who abandoned me, were supporters of the Dark Lord.
As time passes a lot of wounds heal, but not mine. The truth made me bitter to the World and rebellious against the 'pretenders.' I hated them like nothing else. For lying, deceiving, and letting me believe in fairie tales too long. They had shattered my dream World of perfection at a young age, unintentionally, but my loving family was gone. In truth they were strangers to me, regarding me as a streak of silver and green in their crimson and gold life, even if they did not admit it. My temperament was different, and they knew I would never be a Gryffindor like them. They were right, in my first year at Hogwarts I became a Slytherin. I can still recall what the Sorting Hat said to me,
"Well, well the name deceived me, but you are not who you say you are. Your parents were Slyherins, but you have other characteristics. Smart, intelligent, good work ethic; would you like to be a Ravenclaw? Definitely not a Hufflepuff, though."
"No not a Ravenclaw," I said to the hat.
"Ambitious, cunning, and a real thirst to prove yourself; Slytherin perhaps?"
"Err, why?"
"You fit the traits well, Ms. LeStrange, You have the drive, the passion, and the want. Please enjoy your stay in SLYTHERIN!"
That seemed like such a long time ago, I was now a fifth year student. Several people regarded me as the 'quiet' Slytherin, because I never participated in the more eviler tasks some of my peers undertook. I had another nickname also, Ice Princess. No, it was not a mocking term, but one to describe my beauty. Dark black hair, blue eyes, and a pale complexion. I was often snubbed by Pansy Parkinson because of my looks, afraid I would steal away her boyfriend, what a joke. He was my cousin, unrenowned to everyone, but me. I yearned for another.
Like other unfortunate souls at Hogwarts I had fallen in love with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. I believed him when he said the Dark Lord had risen again, but I noticed him before that. His compassion touched me when in my second year he saved Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets. I had thought it was so brave of him. He was also a great flyer and quite brilliant in most classes. None of these are the real reason I loved him. He shared my burden, alone in the World, no family none he could talk to. He and I were kindred spirits Voldemort, no I am not afraid of the name, had taken everything away from us. Harry was the honest, kind, sweet boy I needed to help heal my scarred soul. I did not know where to turn for help. I had been abandoned by my parents, deceived by the 'pretenders,' and shunned by the other Slytherin girls.
I have often wondered about telling Draco Malfoy's mother, Narcissa who I am. As my aunt perhaps she could help me, but that would mean admitting weakness, and I refused to do that. I have another aunt and another cousin, Aunt Andromeda and Nymphadora. Perhaps they could help, but they would not know what to do with me. I heard they were Gryffindors, just like the 'pretenders.' And then there was Dumbledore. I had an odd feeling he knew who I was, but never mentioned it. I had heard him praised as the greatest wizard ever, but doubted whether or not he would help me.
I faced a lot of other problems here at Hogwarts. His name was Neville Longbottom, and it was his parents who had suffered insanity at my parents hand. He had no idea, I was sure, but I always wondered what he would do if he knew. He was a favorite target for Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, and the entire castle. I never teased him, he had already been hurt enough. He bore the same mark as Harry and I. 'VDMF' Perhaps we should have these scarlet letters embroidered onto our robes. 'Voldemmort Destroyed My Family.' In a way we already do; Harry bears his lightning bolt scar, Neville his awkwardness, and I my cold condemning demeanor.
I had often thought about telling someone who I was, but I was afraid. I could not imagine what consequences would surface if I revealed myself to everyone. I wanted one friend to confide in, who could be trusted. But who? If only Harry Potter would notice me, the real me not the name everyone knows me by. The name the 'pretenders' gave me. The name I hate, the name that is everything Gryffindor and is lie. The name of..
***Can anyone figure out who she is? I promise to tell you who wins in chapter 3***
A/N: Please review, I can not tell if this fan fiction is going anywhere, what else is new? Perhaps if you guys have some ideas, critiques, or comments I could continue. I probably should be continuing on my 'Backlash' fiction. It's quite good, but I would recommend reading 'The Choice' first.
Love you, KTBallerina.
A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 2 "My Mother used to be Bellatrix LeStrange"
Through her daughter's eyes:
I have been well aware of who my mother and father are since I was seven. I overheard the 'pretenders' discussing it between themselves.
"She needs to know," my 'pretender' mother said harshly.
"Not when she is seven," my 'pretender' father argued heatedly.
"Her parents are the renown Death Eaters Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange, they tortured the Longbottoms into insanity, for heaven's sake," my 'pretender' mother insisted. I had ran away into my room. It's funny family means more to you if you are alone, than if you are stuck with them at your home. I thought about how ridiculous it was. My mother and father, ones who abandoned me, were supporters of the Dark Lord.
As time passes a lot of wounds heal, but not mine. The truth made me bitter to the World and rebellious against the 'pretenders.' I hated them like nothing else. For lying, deceiving, and letting me believe in fairie tales too long. They had shattered my dream World of perfection at a young age, unintentionally, but my loving family was gone. In truth they were strangers to me, regarding me as a streak of silver and green in their crimson and gold life, even if they did not admit it. My temperament was different, and they knew I would never be a Gryffindor like them. They were right, in my first year at Hogwarts I became a Slytherin. I can still recall what the Sorting Hat said to me,
"Well, well the name deceived me, but you are not who you say you are. Your parents were Slyherins, but you have other characteristics. Smart, intelligent, good work ethic; would you like to be a Ravenclaw? Definitely not a Hufflepuff, though."
"No not a Ravenclaw," I said to the hat.
"Ambitious, cunning, and a real thirst to prove yourself; Slytherin perhaps?"
"Err, why?"
"You fit the traits well, Ms. LeStrange, You have the drive, the passion, and the want. Please enjoy your stay in SLYTHERIN!"
That seemed like such a long time ago, I was now a fifth year student. Several people regarded me as the 'quiet' Slytherin, because I never participated in the more eviler tasks some of my peers undertook. I had another nickname also, Ice Princess. No, it was not a mocking term, but one to describe my beauty. Dark black hair, blue eyes, and a pale complexion. I was often snubbed by Pansy Parkinson because of my looks, afraid I would steal away her boyfriend, what a joke. He was my cousin, unrenowned to everyone, but me. I yearned for another.
Like other unfortunate souls at Hogwarts I had fallen in love with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. I believed him when he said the Dark Lord had risen again, but I noticed him before that. His compassion touched me when in my second year he saved Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets. I had thought it was so brave of him. He was also a great flyer and quite brilliant in most classes. None of these are the real reason I loved him. He shared my burden, alone in the World, no family none he could talk to. He and I were kindred spirits Voldemort, no I am not afraid of the name, had taken everything away from us. Harry was the honest, kind, sweet boy I needed to help heal my scarred soul. I did not know where to turn for help. I had been abandoned by my parents, deceived by the 'pretenders,' and shunned by the other Slytherin girls.
I have often wondered about telling Draco Malfoy's mother, Narcissa who I am. As my aunt perhaps she could help me, but that would mean admitting weakness, and I refused to do that. I have another aunt and another cousin, Aunt Andromeda and Nymphadora. Perhaps they could help, but they would not know what to do with me. I heard they were Gryffindors, just like the 'pretenders.' And then there was Dumbledore. I had an odd feeling he knew who I was, but never mentioned it. I had heard him praised as the greatest wizard ever, but doubted whether or not he would help me.
I faced a lot of other problems here at Hogwarts. His name was Neville Longbottom, and it was his parents who had suffered insanity at my parents hand. He had no idea, I was sure, but I always wondered what he would do if he knew. He was a favorite target for Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, and the entire castle. I never teased him, he had already been hurt enough. He bore the same mark as Harry and I. 'VDMF' Perhaps we should have these scarlet letters embroidered onto our robes. 'Voldemmort Destroyed My Family.' In a way we already do; Harry bears his lightning bolt scar, Neville his awkwardness, and I my cold condemning demeanor.
I had often thought about telling someone who I was, but I was afraid. I could not imagine what consequences would surface if I revealed myself to everyone. I wanted one friend to confide in, who could be trusted. But who? If only Harry Potter would notice me, the real me not the name everyone knows me by. The name the 'pretenders' gave me. The name I hate, the name that is everything Gryffindor and is lie. The name of..
***Can anyone figure out who she is? I promise to tell you who wins in chapter 3***
A/N: Please review, I can not tell if this fan fiction is going anywhere, what else is new? Perhaps if you guys have some ideas, critiques, or comments I could continue. I probably should be continuing on my 'Backlash' fiction. It's quite good, but I would recommend reading 'The Choice' first.
Love you, KTBallerina.