Hidden Resistance

The Beginning

Astara Lestrange

Today is September 1st 1971. The day we have been told about for our whole lives. Soon we are going to be apparating to platform 9 ¾.

My twin brother Adrian and I will be going to Hogwarts together. I was almost sent to Beauxbatons as the original Lestranges came from France. Luckily it was decided against at the last minute.

Adrian and I are inseparable, and it has been that way since day one. Of course we bicker like normal siblings but we can't seem to stay away from each other, Adrian and Astara, of the sea and of the stars.

Adrian has always been the braver, louder twin. He has always been protective and that makes him the perfect brother. He constantly reminds me that I am younger than him even though it is only by 7 minutes.

We are gathering our trunks and coming downstairs getting ready to apparate to platform 9 ¾.

"Remember, you are a Lestrange. Remember what we have told you. Slytherin is the only house that recognises that Mudbloods are not worthy to learn magic." Mother says.

Our Mother, Catherine Lestrange neé Burke. A pureblood with very strong ideals about blood purity. Her brother owns Borgin and Burke's.

Then there is our Father, Darius Lestrange. We don't get to see him much as he is always working late at the Ministry of Magic, but when he comes home the atmosphere becomes even more tense. Surprisingly, both our parents had come to see us off for our first year at Hogwarts.

Father grabs my elbow and with a crack we disapparate and land at platform 9 ¾.

Majority of purebloods apparate directly to the platform to avoid running through the wall at the muggle train station.

"I expect an owl from you after the feast." Father says.

Our parents then disapparate and Adrian and I are left on the platform. We both look around, immediately catching a glimpse of the scarlet train that was to transport us to the school in Scotland.

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We try to find an empty compartment. We pass several older kids that ignore us completely. It seems as though everyone is already sitting with their friends catching up after the summer break.

The only compartment that we can find already has 3 boys in it all dressed in muggle clothing which contrasts to our black clothing. They look about our age.

"Can we sit here? Everywhere else is full." Adrian says. The boy with tousled hair and glasses looked towards us.

"Nah not at all. Come in." We sit down.

"This is Remus Lupin." The boy with the glasses says pointing to the boy with sandy blonde hair and a scar across his face.

"Peter Pettigrew." He says gestures to the shorter boy who looked at us nervously.

"And I'm James Potter." Adrian and I swap nervous glances with each other. The Potter's are a pureblooded family but they don't care about blood purity. They hate families like ours.

"I'm Adrian." My brother says. "And this is Astara." He purposely doesn't say our last name.

"What houses do you guys want to be in?" I say, trying to avoid talking about ourselves any further. Though it probably wasn't the best ice-breaker question. We have to be Slytherin, we don't get a choice.

"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart." James says standing up and slashing an imaginary sword around. Of course. Potters are always in Gryffindor.