center b Doomed, Miss Lorelai /b /center
i Chapter One:The Triwizard Tournament /i
Now that I lie awake, in my cold bed I wonder how I could have ever gotten to this point. How I could do such things that I did, how? I have no idea. Now I must face the facts, I did what I did, I can't change the past. It's history. But still...how could I ever do this? To my family? My friends? Myself? I still do not know. And I should be the one to know the answers to all my questions.
But no... it all started on September 1st, the beginning of my sixth year at Hogwarts, my mother, like she had since my second year, told me to keep a close eye on Harry Potter, and Dumbledore. Well she didn't tell this to my face. She had to contact me though our secret way, the mirrors. She got the idea from her cousin Sirius Black, who used mirrors to contact his friend when they were in separate detentions, we used it when I was in Hogwarts, and she is Azkaban. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange; my father is Rodolphus Lestrange, and I am Lorelai Lestrange.
At the Slytherin table(My rightful place), I sat listening to the conversations about some tournament. I leaned forward, searching the table for my cousin Draco Malfoy. He was sitting, as always, with his goons. "Draco!" I whispered loudly toward him. He turned to me.
"What!" He asked as if I had disturbed something important. I knew this not to be the case. He never had anything important to talk about. I rolled my eyes before I asked my question.
"What's going on? Everyone's talking about a tournament." I asked him. Hoping for a straightforward answer, as always he gave me that "I can't believe you don't know!" look.
"You don't know?" He asked surprised. Just what I had expected. I rolled my eyes again and looked up the table for someone who might answer my question. No one came to mind. Everyone in Slytherin was either stupid, or just puzzling. I sat back up and looked to Dumbledore who was about to speak. We had just eaten.
"So!" He said smiling. I tuned him out until I saw fit. I heard gasps, now was time to listen. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October..."He said some other things, but I heard someone coming. I had a knack of knowing when someone was coming or going. I was right. A man came into the hall, loudly, when a fork of light hit him, I knew who it was. Mad-eye Moody. I tuned out again, and looked across the hall at Harry Potter. These were the times I was to keep watch on him. When strange people showed up, unannounced.
After a while I tuned into Dumbledore talking, again. "...We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event..."He was saying, I tuned him out, until I heard the next thing. "...Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year." I tuned out the surprised sounds coming from around the hall. I later found out that you had to be of age to enter. I cursed aloud.
The next day people were going on about the tournament, and nothing else. Defence Against the Dark Arts was my first class. And my favorite, I always got caught up with my other work in this class. I wouldn't need defence against it; I would need to Dark Arts to cause it. Moody obviously noticed this. I was only one really tuned out. After he had preformed the killing curse, and was about to show us the Cruciatus Curse, he walked up to in front of my table, I was doodling away, it took him three grunts to get me to look up.
"What's your name, girl?" He asked me. I, thinking that he should already know my name from the former teacher's seating chart. Professor Lupin had always looked at me coldly, not cold like Neville Longbottom cold, but cold all the same. Neville Longbottom was the child of two people who my parents had tortured into insanity.
"Lorelai." I answered. He raised an eyebrow, apparently wanting my last name also. "Lorelai Lestrange." The girl who sat next to me, Katherine, soundlessly mocked my name.
"Miss Lestrange, you wouldn't happen to be related to the death eater Lestranges, would you?" He asked me. I thought this to be a stupid question. How many Lestrange's looked like Bellatrix Lestrange, and had the last name Lestrange? There couldn't be any more than me. Could there? Of course not. I nodded proudly. Something I learned in my fourth year, I shouldn't do in front of Longbottom. He was so close to strangling me, I was almost suffocating.
"I arrested them in 81'. You should pay attention, so you don't end up like their victims." He told be before going back to his place and torturing a spider. I couldn't believe that anyone would ever think that I would be a victim, I would be the tourter. It had been my goal since my mother, and father had been sent to Azkaban. Moody was looking around the room for someone to perform the Imperius curse on. His good eye fell upon me. "Lestrange, come up here."
I stood up from my seat, and hurried up to the front. He pointed his wand at me then, " i Imperio! /i " Something in my mind was telling me to go up to Jake Devrin, and give him a lap dance. I had no liking for Devrin. So I simply thought "No." It still bugged me, but it only forced me to take a few steps down his row, then I stopped spun around, and walked back to my seat. "Well would you look at that! Someone who can actually fend if off so well, she didn't even slam herself into a desk!" He was smiling at me, I didn't find my fend off great; I had been fending it off since I was a small child.
Later that day I ran once again into Longbottom. This time knocking into him, spilling his, and my papers, and books into a huge mess on the floor. "Oh damn!" I said getting down picking up what was mine. Longbottom got down and started, before seeing who I was. I looked up at him. "What?" I said quite rudely to him.
"You!" He yelled before jumping up and running off. He forgot his papers, I picked them up for him, promising myself that I would give them to him, next time I saw him. When I returned to the Slytherin common room I threw myself on the couch next to my cousin Draco, who was surprisingly alone.
He turned to me, he looked sour. "I heard you've some how gained contact with Aunt Bella...is it true?" He had finally figured it out. You'd think he'd have figured it out whenever I said my mother had told me to do this or that. Draco was obviously very, very slow.
I explained to him that it wasn't any of his business who I had contact with. Then he warned me about not being so obvious, and that I shouldn't do such a scandals act. Then to finish up with the conversation, he ranted about a rumor that I had given Jake Devrin a lap dance. Draco had always been my protector. Even though I was two and three quarter's years older than him. I told him that it was a lie and all he could say was, "It better be a lie." Then he went to find his goons, and slut.
For weeks all that anyone spoke of was the Triwizard, and how stupid the age limit was. I didn't care at all. Even though I wouldn't be seventeen till October 31, which just happens to be Halloween. The best day of the year. The day of spooks, and sparks. The word of the day, on Halloween, had always been "Witching Hour" even though it was two words. My friends and I always had a word of the day. Stupid words like "Pickles," and "Tacos," that was just the way it went.
I was sick of the Triwizard Tournament from the beginning. I couldn't enter so why bother? I didn't care much for it. I knew our school's champion would definitely not be a Slytherin. It would probably turn out to be some stupid Hufflepuff. And who cares about them. Other than Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors. And I wasn't either so I really didn't give a rat's ass about the tournament. It was just competition to show skill. This was very un-Slytherin of me. I knew that this Triwizard Tournament wouldn't be anything good from the start.
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A/N:I know that the Lestrange's didn't have any children, but come on! This was my chance to write someone bad. And who better than Bellatrix Lestrange's, Voldemort's most faithful lady servant's, daughter? Therefore in my eyes Lorelai Lestrange is a real character. So yeah...