Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Chris is not my creation either. See the author's note at the bottom. Please reviw.

Hello, allow me to introduce myself. I am Christopher Richard Lestrange. Yes, that's right I said Lestrange. I know the name makes most people shiver in fear, as well it should. If you are a Pureblood reading this, then have no fear. This is just an account of the events of my life. It should seem very familiar, since all true Purebloods have many of the same responsibilities. If you are a Half-blood or Mudblood or Muggle, then consider yourself privileged. You are about to see a glimpse into the world of the Upper Class. It is a rare thing, so do not waste it.

Now, back to me. I was born to Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, two of the most feared names in the Wizarding World. My parents were sent to Azkaban and I was sent away to the North. It is so damn cold up here. I don't think I've ever truly been warm. I live with this ancient old great- great uncle. I've been here since I was four. I do still remember my true home. I guard those memories closely. I cannot, I will not forget.

Christopher Lestrange sighed as the teacher droned on and on about the same subject. It was a good thing he had already taken notes on this, because he couldn't feel his hands anymore. They were frozen, but that was nothing new. Here at Durmstrang, it was always cold. At least the class was almost over. He glanced at the empty fireplace, tempted for one second to light a fire. It might even be worth the punishment for a few seconds of blessed warmth. He was saved from making that choice, by the dismissal of class. The boys broke into groups, huddling together for warmth. Except Chris...It was not that he didn't have friends or was too proud to admit he was cold; It was the fact that this was an all boys school, and the closeness didn't stay at the 'only for warmth' stage.

He pushed past the crowds until he reached the library. He had a free period and he would spend it like he always did, researching his past. No one would ever talk about his family or why they were in Azkaban or why they sent him away. He had found out that much. There were closer relatives who could have taken him in, but they sent him all the way up here. There had to be a reason. He moved to a back table and pulled out several books and newspaper clippings.

Death Eaters Sentenced to Azkaban

Death Eaters, the infamous murderers that form the inner circle of support around You-Know-Who, are a little less feared today. Earlier this morning several Death Eaters were sentenced to life in Azkaban for crimes committed against humanity, including a total of 76 counts of murder in the first degree, 47 counts of assault and torture, 14 counts of breaking and entering, and, almost a joke on top of everything else, two Death Eaters were also charged with Resisting Arrest and Contempt. These two, considered the ring leaders for the rest, are Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus. Bellatrix, once called Black of the famous, infamous and notorious Blacks, married Rodolphus Lestrange several years before, having met him within the ranks of the Death Eaters. She is rumored to have been one of You-Know-Who's closest and most loyal followers and proved that yet again today in court when she refused to even attempt a Not-Guilty plea. Instead she loudly and graphically described each act for which she was charged to those in the jury, the judge and the remaining family who sat in the courtroom. It was this speech, along with her husband's emphatic support and assistance, which earned them the charge of Contempt. One of the most memorable moments of the day was when Bellatrix, halfway through a description of torturing the Longbottoms, with a look of fierce delight on her face, was struck from behind by a 5' 2" old lady wielding a cane. The woman, apparently Frank Longbottom's renowned mother, proceeded to give as good as she got from the felled Death Eater, creating a cat fight the likes of which this planet has never before seen, and, if we are all very lucky, will never see again. This reporter, for one, wonders who would have won had court officials not forcibly removed Mrs. Longbottom from the scene.

Though every other Death Eater present was not silent in their support of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named it was Bellatrix who will be remembered for her loyalty. Even after the conviction was handed down, still the Lady Lestrange refused to be contained. As three Aurors attempted to drag her from the court room she glared at the jury, proclaiming with cold imperiousness, "The Dark Lord will rise again...Throw us into Azkaban. We will wait."

But a great deal of waiting is in their future for no one ever put in Azkaban has ever escaped or been set free except by Ministry officials once their time was served. Even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named never achieved that impossible feat while he was alive and at full power. And now, long after his destruction at the hands of the Boy-Who-Lived, to imagine such a feat as possible and likely is clearly the result of a mind destroyed by the very evil the broken mind forces itself to commit. As I'm sure every one of you readers knows, Harry Potter was an infant with a mere one year of life under his belt when he was placed upon He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's hit list. During an attack that took the lives of both of little Harry's parents somehow miraculously Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who, receiving for his pains a lightening shaped scar on his forehead and the title of the Boy-Who-Lived....

Chris didn't read the rest of the article. It would go into detail about the bloody 'Boy Who Lived'. He didn't know all of that story, but his parents had been loyal to this 'You-Know-Who' person, also known as the Dark Lord. Chris shared this trait. He valued loyalty above all else. He prized his word and never gave it unless he could do as he said. He had never broken it, ever. Chris didn't know anything about the Dark Lord, but this article was a treasure he would keep forever. He could almost see his mother standing in court, her dark hair falling perfectly around her face. She was a queen and goddess. All of his memories agreed with that. And his father was the perfect prince. He defended his lady and supported her in everything she did. He knew it sounded childish to think of his parents that way, but his last memories of them were from when he was four. They had gone away for the day and he was playing with his tutor when.....Chris closed his eyes to shut out the memories. He rubbed his temples and reminded himself to breathe. It was not good to dwell on the past.

He stood to get another book. Now he had more terms to look up. Death Eaters, You-Know-Who, and the Dark Lord were good places to start. He also needed to find a list of those Death Eaters sentenced with his parents. Maybe something in their pasts would provide the next clue to his own. He had to find it. It was just there, out of his reach. Unfortunately, Chris had a tendency to get distracted in the library. Soon, he was on to other research projects, promising to go back to his parents in a minute.

A/N: I had a lot of help with this first chapter. First and foremost, I need to thank Ricky. He came up with the character Chris and is allowing me to write a back story and play with a great character. His RP of Chris has been my inspiration for this. This whole fic is dedicated to him.

Second, I need to thank my amazing and wonderful sister. She wrote the above news article and I would never have written it that well. She is also my Beta reader for every fic I have ever written and weeds out all of my completely insane ones before they see the keyboard. She is a wonderful writer in her own right and I highly recommend her stuff (it has nothing to do with the facts she's my sister or the gun she has to my head right now.....).