(Samuel Lestrange POV)
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After a full day of shopping in Diagon Alley, Samuel and the Malfoys had all their necessary school supplies. Their trunks were charmed to contain extra space, and their robes were warmed with charms for winter. Money was no object: whatever they wanted, they could have. The only thing lacking was a wand. Samuel also wanted a broom, but he refrained from buying one since he didn't know if he would make the Quidditch team in his first year.
"Huh, I guess it's finally time to get a wand that's really made for me huh." He said to himself feeling excited staring up at the wooden sign that said "Ollivanders makers of fine wands since 382 B.C."
Samuel stood outside and watched the Malfoy's go inside the shop. He took a deep breath and stepped inside with the Malfoy's only to be met with a strange pair of silvery eyes staring at him by a queer looking old man.
He had a slightly disheveled appearance and long white hair that fell down to his shoulders.
"Welcome Mr. Lestrange, I believe we should have a wand for you shortly. Let me help young Mr. Malfoy, and I shall be with you please make yourself comfortable." Ollivander said
Samuel watched on as Ollivander asked him a few questions and dropped a tape measure that magically took his height and wingspan.
Then he brought out four boxes from the back, opened one up for Draco and gently handed it to him.
"Apple and Dragon heartstring, give it a wave." Draco waved the wand and the glass chandelier above his head instantly shattered causing glass to sprinkle his hair and clothes.
Samuel let out a hearty laugh at his friend's misfortune.
Draco looked back and shot him a look, "Just wait I'm sure there isn't a single wand in here for you. You're basically a squib!" He said sticking his tongue out at Samuel
"A squib huh, I'm pretty sure I can do more magic than you, ya clown." Samuel replied, rolling his eyes at Draco's antics.
"Shut up, just you wait, one day I'll be more powerful than everyone in this room." Draco said holding his head up high
"Not if you keep hanging out with Crabbe and Goyle, those jokers might accidentally get you killed before you even finish school." Samuel said
Lucius smacked Samuel on the back of the head with his cane.
"Ow! what the heck!" Samuel said
"We are tight on time boys, we still need to meet up with Narcissa at the pet shop." Lucius said
"Yes sir," Samuel said smiling lightly
Ollivander simply waved his own wand and the glass flew upwards and the chandelier repaired itself.
Samuel's eyes lit up at the use of silent magic, he couldn't wait until he had the perfect wand for himself. He wondered how powerful he would be after training from the moment he could walk with an unsuitable wand.
He made it work, and he could fight quite well with it as it had begun to accept him after some time. In the beginning though, he would just get bombarded with spells and be instantly crushed. They said they would have him use it in order to train his willpower and intent, if he could use a wand that wasn't his through sheer force of Will then it would set him further ahead than most. He for the most part could use it as if it were a normal wand now, his willpower and magical core adjusted to having to brute force his spells through the wand. The downside was it left him bad at fine magical control, so charms were always something he struggled with.
Samuel watched Draco try several more wands, each one caused more disastrous effects than the last. Wands flew off shelves, glass broke, Draco's skin even turned bright yellow at one point.
Mr. Ollivander looked thoughtful for a moment, then went and grabbed a maroon box and opened it up.
"Hmmmmm curious… I suppose this should be the wand for you." He said, presenting the wand to Draco.
Draco reached out and wrapped his hands around the sleek brown wand with a black handle.
"Unicorn Hair and Hawthorne wood… reasonably springy. Yessss, this is the one for you." Ollivander said
Draco gave it a wave and a bright light shot from the wand and lit up the store.
"Ah I believe you have found your wand, Mr. Malfoy." Ollivander said
Draco smiled, turned to his friend and nodded his head.
Samuel returned the head nod, "Nice, Draco!"
Ollivander shooed him away and said, "Mr. Lestrange, I believe it is time to select your wand."
He said with a strange look in his eye.
Samuel stepped up, and Ollivander dropped the tape measure. Taking all of his measurements.
"Hmmmm, you will be tricky. You look so much like your mother you know….. Perhaps." He said trailing off while walking through the rows and rows of wands. He brought back five boxes of wands and placed them on the smooth mahogany countertop.
He opened up one of the boxes, "12 inches, Walnut and dragon heartstring. Very ridgid, just like your mother's." He said, presenting the wand to him.
Samuel grabbed the wand and felt no connection to it. He gave it a wave and a blast of magic flew out of it, causing all the wands in the aisle to fly out at extremely fast speeds.
Samuel seemed surprised at the violent reaction.
"Definitely not." Mr. Ollivander said
Mr. Ollivander waved his own wand and all the boxes that were now strewn about the store rose up and flew back into their resting spots on the large shelf.
Samuel tried out more wands.
Maple and phoenix tail feather.
Ebony and unicorn hair.
Holly and dragon heartstring.
Birch and phoenix tail feather.
Each time he waved the wand the effects were more disastrous than the last. 3 feet of flames sprouted from the wand, glass shattered, desks exploded, items slammed themselves into the wall punching holes through it. Each time something was destroyed Mr. Ollivander easily repaired it.
"You really are tricky Mr. Lestrange. I can sense true greatness in you, perhaps we should try this one." He said walking off into the back. He came back with a box that was pitch black.
"Hmmmm yesss .….perhaps this is the one." He said
He gently lifted the black cover exposing the velvet cloth the pitch black wand was resting on top of.
It was around 11 inches and had a beautiful knuckle that connected with a twisted handle and at the back end of the wand was what looked like a pitch black crown. It was a work of art.
"Wow, what a beautiful wand." Samuel thought earnestly appreciating the intricate design, it was truly unique.
"Yew and Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, rigid and very unique. One of my best works." Ollivander said
Samuel reached out and ran his hands across the dark wood, then slowly wrapped his hand around the handle. As he pulled it from the case he instantly felt a powerful connection to his wand like never before.
He held it out and electricity began pouring out of the wand, thick bands of purple lightning condensed into a ball at the top of the wand arcing out and surrounding him, causing him to look like a mini king of the elements.
A loud thunderclap echoed out causing the entire shop to shake.
Samuel began laughing hysterically, he felt powerful, very powerful he couldn't wait to remove the trace from it and use it.
"Yikes…Powerful, aggressive, it's a wand for a warrior. I expect great things from you Mr. Lestrange. Perhaps not good things, but certainly great things. Your wand craves destruction and violence, bend it to your Will, Mr. Lestrange and it shall not fail you." Ollivander said darkly with a serious expression on his face
Samuel had a maniacal grin on his face, he took a deep breath relishing the connection he had with his wand.
"Life was good, things are looking up for ole Sammy boy." he thought to himself
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Lightning struck and thunder crashed over the cold damp steps of Azkaban Prison. Samuel and Lucius walked through the dementors guided by one of Luicius' auror contacts. The both of them had large dark cloaks and hoods covering their body. The material flapped in the wind as they crossed the threshold to Azkaban Prison.
"Mother, Father I am coming!" Samuel thought to himself excitedly.
As soon as the three of them stepped inside the air turned frigid, it was as if all the happiness in the world was being sucked from the air, sucked from their bodies. It was oppressive, and the air reeked of death. Floating hooded figures floated up and down the hallways, everywhere they went people screamed.
Samuel felt bad for his parents having to live in a place such as this, it hasn't been easy for him either but having to deal with something like this all day every day it was like something out of a nightmare.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is a horrible place." Samuel said calmly looking at Lucius' hooded figure.
"Indeed, hope that you never end up here." Lucius replied
Samuel followed the Auror through the prison, his dress shoes clicking on the stone floor as he walked. They eventually came to a large staircase that rose up to the top of the massive stone building, stopping on every floor.
"One way up, and one way down." Samuel thought
Cloaked figures floated up and down the stairs, Samuel for the first time since coming here truly felt afraid watching them. There was no way he could defend himself from something like that, no way he could cast a patronus. He knew if the auror was derelict in his duties he could end up being kissed, cutting his miserable life short.
Images of Lucius and Greyback holding him under the cruciatus curse flashed through his mind.
Greyback on top of him smashing those big meaty hands into his face, blood flying everywhere. That feral growl, sweat poured down his face, as he thanked whatever was out there that he hadn't been turned.
He ascended the cold stone steps with Lucius and the Auror, as he did more and more horrific images flashed through his mind, things he thought were long since over. He gulped and his breathing quickened, he was no longer in Azkaban he was reliving all of his worst memories.
Flashes of green echoed in his mind as he continued forward.
Yaxleys hate filled face as he cast cutting curse after cutting curse on his body.
A dementor passed right by him, and suddenly he was back in the stone chamber where he killed the mud blood.
Blood drenched his hands, he felt the warm wetness and the scent of copper filled his nose.
He felt truly helpless, for the first time since he had murdered the mudblood filth he wondered, "Was I really in the right here. I mean I know I've missed out on a lot but did I do the right thing?"
He walked up the stairs in a daze shivering in the cold dark staircase of Azkaban.
Eventually they made it to the top floor.
"This is where most of You Know Who's inner circle are kept, boy. I don't know what you hope to find here but most aren't the same after spending so long here." The Auror said
Samuel, still in a daze, lightly nodded his head and Lucius clasped his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"One last chance to turn back nephew, are you sure you want to do this?" Lucius said seriously
"There is no going back, only forward." Sam said with a dark expression on his face
Lucius nodded his head and said, "Alright you heard the boy, lead the way."
They stepped out into a frigid hallway, the only light came from the slit like windows on the right side of the hallway. Dementors passed up and down the corridor.
As they walked Samuel began to hear a woman screaming obscenities and laughing the most insane laugh he had ever heard.
The woman was unintelligible; he had no idea what she was screaming about.
The two hooded figures, one short and one tall quietly approached the hysterically laughing woman.
When Samuel saw her all he felt was pure disgust looking at her. She was emaciated, her face no longer as beautiful as it once was in the pictures he saw of her. She was dressed in rags with her hands chained to the wall with thick iron cuffs. The only thing Samuel could see within her eyes was madness. Even so Samuel still wanted to know her.
She stared at him like she had seen a ghost, "WHO ARE YOU!" She screamed in a vicious tone pulling at her chains.
Samuel gently placed his hands through the bars of her cell and reached out hoping she would touch his hand. He desperately wanted to feel the touch of his mother for once in his life. He had done everything he was supposed to, hopefully she would love him.
She merely stared at the hand as if it didn't exist and the being on the other side of the bars was an alien.
"Mother, please it's me. I have finally been permitted to meet you." Samuel said
Bellatrix's eyes went wide as she wrapped her filthy hands around Samuel's, and laughed.
"Oh, my baby, it's so good to see you! You have grown so much since I last saw you." She said
"Mother, I have grown up strong for you, powerful. I am now getting ready to go to hogwarts, I'm so excited I wish you could be here with me" Samuel said
She merely laughed and clamped down on his hand, perhaps it would have hurt but her grip was too feeble compared to what he was used to.
"Has it really been that long? You're 11 now?" She said with listless eyes
"Yes mother, it has been around 11 years since we were last together." Samuel said
"What of the Dark Lord, any word of his return?" Bellatrix asked
"None yet." Samuel said
When she heard that she fell to her knees sobbing, "Oh, My Lord where are you?"
For the first time in his life Samuel had the realization, "She doesn't care about me one bit. Is this what I have gone through hell for, is this what awaits me if I serve the Dark Lord. A life locked up, a life of insanity. There is no glory in this, no glory in what my mother has done. All her life has amounted to me, and sitting here rotting away in this cell. All the power, all the magic and for what, nothing." Samuel said
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bar of chocolate and threw it at her in the cell.
"You only get one, so make it count." he said coldly
She didn't even get up and look at the gift he gave her she was too busy crying hysterically on the floor of her cell.
"Lucius let's go." Samuel said feeling disgusted.
"Don't you want to meet your father as well? He will be upset when he gets released and finds out you only saw your mother." Lucius said
"Fine, I will visit him as well." Samuel replied
"Alright, follow me." The auror said
They followed behind the auror to another cell. Inside of it, was a man who lie on the floor listlessly, unmoving. Samuel could barely tell he was breathing. He was emaciated, and a thick ugly beard reached down to his chest. His hair was long, he didn't move, he didn't react. There was little left of the man's once handsome features, the man was a living corpse.
"Father, it's me, your son. I am here to meet you." Samuel said with a flicker of hope in his voice.
The man's eyes merely darted over to Samuel and seemed to rove his body.
The man merely said, "Unhhh" in a dry voice.
Samuel smashed his hand onto the wall, "Damnit, I've seen enough, Lucius. Let's go." he said as tears began to fall from his face.
He threw the bar of chocolate he brought at the corpse of a man, and turned away from him tears falling from his face.
"Never Meet Your Heroes." He thought to himself as sadness overtook him.