Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and the Cursed Child also belongs to Jack Thorne and John Tiffany, anything you recognise is not mine.


Prologue - An Uneasy Night

The hall of this ancient manor was packed solid with people, who were all in gorgeous clothes. Men's suits shone like dark diamonds; women's dresses burst into blooms like various kinds of colourful flowers. The ballroom was beautifully lit up by a magnificent crystal chandelier. Waiters in red cloaks with little curly moustache on their expressionless faces walked around in the cloths and jewellery like soldiers.

Suddenly, the door at the top the stone staircase opened. As a broad, plump man walked in, all the guests fell silent immediately. Compared to him, the two young ladies behind him were more noticeable. One looked older, prettier, but she spread a sense of arrogance. Another one looked younger, more ordinary, but also kinder and nicer.

"Où est Marie? " the man asked the first girl.

"Cette fille indisciplinée! Probably still in her room, changing. She's always late."

"Père, elle pourrait avoir besoin d'aide. Je vais la voir maintenant. Racie, there's no need to be that mean." the second girl scowled at her sister, ignoring her unhappy 'humph' and ran out of the hall. Behind her, the song and laughs started again.

She grabbed her heavy, purple dress and ran across thousands of beautiful sculptures and paintings, portraits of the Lestrange ancestors, uncountable marble staircases and doors. Finally seeing her destination on the top floor, she pushed the door open without knocking on it. There was a girl sitting silently on her tidy bed. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl among the three daughters of Lestrange Sr. Smooth, curly brown hair. Dark blue eyes. She showed no arrogance, but intelligence and quietness.

"Marie! You haven't changed yet? Racie est tellement en colère."

"Comme prévu." Marilyn Lestrange smiled with contempt.

"How can you not be swayed at all? The ball has already started!"

"You know I don't like balls, don't you Mira? Can't I just skip it for once?"

"Quel capricieux! The purpose of all these balls is to connect the old wizarding families." Marilyn sneered, "Come on, do you need me to wait for you?" Mirana Lestrange looked at her sister desperately.

"Non, merci. I will meet you in the hall." Marilyn sighed.

After Mirana had left with relief, Marilyn stood in front of her mirror. She took out her wand and put the tip on top of her hair. A flame burst out from the tip of the wand, dancing around the girl, covering the girl in fire…


It was nearly midnight. Everyone was lying in their warm bed, enjoying their wildest dreams, without a single idea of what was happening outside.

Except for one person, who had just been woken by his own screams. Sitting on his bed, looking shocked. He had to cover his mouth from throwing up. Breathing rapidly, sweat running down from his wet hair. The map on his bed and pillow was clear to see under the full moonlight.

He continued to sit on his bed for a few minutes, failed his attempts to calm his breath down. The odd feeling of uneasy and frightening hit against his chest like a heavy stone. He remembered his dream clearly, and he shall never forget it. A few minutes ago, he seemed to be walking cautiously along an endless veranda built by rocks. The smell of salt stung his nose. As the narrow path finally came to an end, his heart suddenly became heavy for unknown reason as his sight was getting blurry. However, he managed to catch a few things: a cold laugh which made all of his hair stood up echoed along the veranda and a bright light forced him to close his eyes completely. When he was brave enough to open his eyes which were filled with shock again, he was lying in a strange position on his bed, wet pyjamas glued on his body.

It was just a dream, it was just a dream, he tried to convince himself. But somewhere deep down, he was wondering: did the dream actually mean something?

That was ridiculous, he shook his head. He was not a prophet, like Sybill Trelawney. He didn't have a scar that could foreshadow the coming danger, like the Boy who Lived. Even though, he still felt unsafe and uneasy. He forced himself back to sleep, but he quickly found it impossible. "I wonder how Harry Potter could put himself back to bed after so many horrible nightmares." he thought bitterly.

Unable to sleep, the person looked slowly out of the window. The full moon was shining as bright as ever. A night for werewolves, he thought, a dangerous night.

He didn't know that this night was not only for the werewolves, but also for a dark, cunning, mysterious creature. The Augurey.


Freedom. A long-lost friend for her. Standing by the familiar sea, feeling the seconds and minutes around her. The grey, striped dress on her flew like a cloak. It felt great to breathe the air out of the prison. She enjoyed the thick smell of salt—her dearest father was once standing on the same spot as her. It was a holy spot for her.

She jumped, like a bird, towards the other side of the cliff. She looked around nearly curiously and finally locked her eyes on some innocent rocks. There were some shallow red marks on it. She unhurriedly put her shaking hand on the marks. A flash of light, a narrow, humid path was opened for her. She took a deep breathe. Her rough hand grabbed an unfamiliar wood in her pocket. She flicked it, a glimmering water drop on a rock above her touched her messy head, which was exactly like her mother's. The changes came fast wherever the water, which was becoming more and more, flowed pass. Her hair became shiny and smooth again and was tied up neatly. A dark cloak was formed when the water covered the grey dress and a pair of nice shoes appeared on her tender feet. Her whole body was clean and beautiful, just like in the past. She found her pride back, physically.

She stepped into this secret cave—only a few people had been here before. Three, including her father, were dead. Only one was still alive, but he was no longer her target. Standing in front of a peaceful lake, she found the location of a green boat soon. Looking around excitedly, she tried to find out every mark that showed her father had been here. She arrived a lonely island in the the middle of the lake. There was an old pot that had once contained some very evil poison in it, a place where one of her father's piece of soul had been kept. She calmed herself down, holding up her hand and slapped powerfully towards a group of rocks in front of her.

Boom! The rocks shook and fell into the lake. The creature inside jumped to grab her but they all fell back into the water before they even reached her. The rocks in the lake formed an uneven bridge towards the place where the rocks had been. Now, there was a long veranda.

She looked at her new shelter with satisfaction and closed her eyes.

"Father," she murmured, "I am sorry that I can't bring you back. But I promise, I will finish your noble work. I will make the world in the right way again. I have found something, father. Something that will help me this time. " Her sound shook uncontrollably, flashback appeared in her mind: the holes, the whispers, the green lights that filled the cells…..

"I will find it secretly, without they notice, like a snake."

She laughed wildly, coldly, like her parents—Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange. She found her pride back, mentally. She was ready for something big.

Slowly, Delphini Riddle opened her firm, cruel eyes.


Author's Note:

So this is the prologue, how is it? As English is not my first language, I apologise for all the grammatical errors. Please review so that I can make the later chapters, which is going to be much longer, better (this is going to be a long story;).

For reference, the main OCs in this story will be the Lestranges: Corbin Lestrange, and his three daughters: Iracebeth, Mirana and Marilyn. In this story, they are descendants of Fulcran and Quintilla Lestrange (according to Harry Potter Fandom, Fulcran and Quintilla Lestrange only had a daughter, but this story assumes they had both a daughter and a son). And yes, the names 'Iracebeth' and 'Mirana' come from the Red and the White Queen in Alice in Wonderland movie (2010), while the name 'Corbin' is an old French name meaning 'raven', which is the symbol of the Lestrange family. You may guess their personalities according to their names.

Also, this story is definitely NOT flawless, you would be welcome to share the flaws you spotted in this story (and even the CC) and I will try to make it better.

Please R&R ;D