*Y/N's POV*
Everyday, at around dawn, I'd sneak downstairs with some of the leftovers from dinner to give to Luna, Mr. Ollivander, and now Dean Thomas and a Gringotts goblin by the name of Griphook. Apparently, they had been on the run with a group of "fugitives." Dean updated Luna and me about who we had already lost. Including my uncle-in-law Ted Tonks, sweet chap, and I couldn't help but imagine how Tonks must be feeling or my Aunt Andromeda.
"I nearly ran into Harry, Hermione, and Ron at one point but I knew it'd be a bad idea to join them," Dean explained, "Two Muggle-borns helping Harry Potter? They would've just killed me where I stood, surprised they didn't."
"It's because they think that you know where Harry is. You are in the same year after all and I'm sure Draco has told them you're friendly enough," I answered.
"They killed everybody else, i-it was awful," Dean continued, "I had never seen so many bodies, Y/N."
"Well, you'd better get used to it because there's plenty more where that came from," Griphook scoffed.
I sent the goblin a glare, "Don't listen to him, Dean. Nobody else is going to die, alright? You're safe, for now. They have no reason to kill you, any of you. They all think you have information on Harry or, something else the Dark Lord wants. I suggest you all continue to act like you do, for your own safety," I heard footsteps approaching, "Somebody's coming," I took the plate away, "You're going to be alright, I promise," I reassured them before running up the side staircase. I peered around the corner, Wormtail lurking through the halls with his wand lit.
"Who were you speaking to?" he hissed at the imprisoned lot.
Dean shrugged, "One another, I suppose, who else?"
"I heard a different voice, a familiar one."
"Maybe if you cleaned the balls of wax out of your ears," Dean quipped, "You wouldn't be hearing things."
I heard Wormtail shake the bars of the door, "You watch yourself, Mudblood," he hissed.
"What? Are you going to hurt me? Please, I've heard all about you. You're nothing but a coward," Dean spat.
"Why I oughta-"
"Wormtail!" I snapped, marching from around the corner I was listening from.
"Mistress Lestrange?" he raised a brow, "What're you doing out of bed?"
"I don't know how anyone can sleep with your shrill voice echoing through the halls," I sneered, putting on my most posh tone, "Now, what on Earth are you doing?"
"I-I was just getting these prisoners to quiet down, especially the Mudblood. Won't stop talking," Wormtail explained, nervously.
"Wormtail, stop acting as if what you do is of any importance and leave them be."
"But ma'am-"
"Go away, Wormtail. Get out of my sight."
"Y-Yes, Mistress Lestrange," he nodded fervently before rushing away.
Dean snorted, "Mistress Lestrange, is it?"
"He's bloody terrified of my mother, he thinks if he disobeys me then I'll go running for her," I snickered.
"That's quite clever," Luna smiled.
"It has its advantages I suppose," I smirked, "Now, get some rest. Who knows what to expect come morning."
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intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)
FanfictionY/N is the only living and known child of infamous Death Eaters, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, perhaps the most loyal of the Dark Lord's followers. Being a Lestrange who was sorted into Gryffindor is not easy, not when pretty much everyone hate...
