Prologue

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Lesath Belle Lestrange. The child of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Lesath was a planned birth, a baby born to expand the pureblood bloodline. Bellatrix and Rodolphus loved their child so dearly, but one thing would prevent them from seeing their baby for a very long time. Shortly after the First Wizarding War, Alice and Frank Longbottom were mercilessly tortured using the forbidden Cruciatus Curse. The Death Eaters tortured them extensively, resulting in memory loss and becoming a shells of who they used to be. Lesath's parents and others who were responsible for the torture of Alice and Frank Longbottom would be sentenced to Azkaban for a very long time. Thankfully, Lesath wouldn't know any this until they were much older. But would this cause damage in the future? Was it better for their family to tell them about it instead of hiding such a heavy secret regarding their family away from them? 

At the age of one, Lesath was sent away to live with her Aunt Narcissa. Narcissa had a family of her own, a husband named Lucius and a son named Draco. Lesath and Draco would grow up together in Malfoy Manor. Lesath would call Narcissa and Lucius mother and father, just like Draco did. They were raised to believe that her aunt and uncle were her true parents. Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius would raise Lesath and Draco to be a proud purebloods, but one day Lesath would grow to follow their own path. A path that wasn't restricted by such outdated and prejudiced standards. 

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"Lucius, we'll have to tell Lesath the truth eventually," Narcissa quipped. "Y'know, about her real mother."

"They're much too young now, Narcissa. How do you expect a four year old to take that kind of news?" He crossed his arms. "Oh, honey. . . your real mom is in Azkaban for mercilessly torturing two aurorers." He said mockingly. "Do you know how many questions she'd ask us?" Lucius whisper-shouted.

"But-" Narcissa opened her mouth once again but was interrupted.

"I highly doubt that your nutter of a sister would even care about her child. If she did, she would make sure to not be caught!"

"Right. . ." Narcissa replied solemnly before looking back to her sleeping niece and shutting the bedroom door.

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