"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬"- Sarah J. Maas
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After the great hall watches the life of the golden era, another bright light appe...
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The air in the great hall buzzed with lingering excitement after the students and visitors had wrapped up their viewing of the Harry Potter Lifetime movies. Oddly enough, a rare consensus had emerged—even among the traditionally rigid purebloods—that some changes were due. The cinematic magic seemed to have a unifying effect.
As the discussions gained momentum, a familiar, gentle glow bathed the hall, leaving three inconspicuous CDs behind. The spotlight shifted to the revelation that these discs carried the life story of Lyra Druella Lestrange, offspring of the notorious Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.
The ensuing reaction was more of a quirky chaos than a grand spectacle. The Black and Lestrange family members were a mix of confusion and surprise. Bellatrix, usually an embodiment of intensity, was visibly overjoyed, finally achieving what she had long strived for. Rodolphus, on the other hand, was more laid-back, a simple smile conveying his satisfaction with the unexpected turn of events.
In an attempt to regain order, Professor Minnie, better known as Minerva McGonagall, brought an abrupt end to the commotion.
"Silence!!!" she hollered, her patience worn thin. Instantly, the great hall fell into a hush. It wasn't so much fear gripped the attendees as it was a shared understanding that Professor Minnie was not one to trifle with when perturbed.
Narcissa Malfoy, ever astute, was the first to break the silence, her voice echoing through the hall like a delicate chime. "But Bella, if she's your daughter, why wasn't she in the other movies?" A ripple of confusion spread through the gathering, and chaos erupted anew. The Black and Lestrange families, fixated on the newfound revelation, couldn't shake the disconcerting question—what had befallen their heiress?
Unbeknownst to the tumultuous crowd, Dumbledore, the venerable headmaster, wore a peculiar glint in his eyes. A sense of foreboding loomed over him as if he held a secret that now teetered on the edge of exposure. His pallor betrayed the weight of knowledge, and a realization dawned upon him: the films about Lyra Druella Lestrange would likely unveil truths, perhaps even ones he preferred to keep shrouded.
The Marauders and the Golden Trio turned their gaze towards Sirius Black, seeking answers. Sirius, normally brimming with irreverence, was now in a trance, grappling with the unsettling notion that his eccentric cousin had propagated in the future. In a hushed whisper, he could only muster, "Bella has a daughter..."
Professor Minnie, her patience threadbare, commanded silence once more, and the hall succumbed to an almost suffocating stillness. The only audible sounds were the collective breaths held in suspense. All eyes gravitated toward Bellatrix Lestrange, the epicenter of this familial maelstrom.
Bellatrix, typically the epitome of unyielding strength, appeared on the precipice of despair. Time seemed to stretch around her, voices merging into an indistinct hum. The mere prospect of not being able to reunite with her daughter or worse, that something had happened to Lyra, rendered her paralyzed. Rodolphus stood by her side, enveloping her in a protective embrace, his whispers a soothing balm against the tempest within her.
The Black family, witnessing this unprecedented vulnerability in Bellatrix, stared in bewildered silence. Bellatrix, after a poignant moment of turmoil, regained composure, realizing that every eye in the hall was fixated upon her. With a defiant air, she demanded, "What are you looking at? Somebody start those movies soon; I want to see where my daughter is." A whispered "please" escaped her lips, a vulnerability known only to her family.
As if choreographed by the unseen hand of fate, another burst of light manifested, conjuring a colossal screen at the heart of the hall. Minerva, recovering from her initial shock, directed the reorganization of the Great Hall into a makeshift cinema, with sofas arranged for optimal viewing. Bellatrix and Rodolphus, with a palpable mixture of trepidation and anticipation, settled onto one of the sofas, their families gathering around them.
The Great Hall transformed into a sea of hopeful faces, anxiously awaiting the unfolding narrative. The Blacks and Lestranges, their hearts heavy with concern, could only offer silent prayers to the mother of magic for Lyra's well-being. The screen lit up, revealing the next chapter in the saga, and the following title emerged in bold letters:
The life of Lyra Druella Lestrange
Heyyy guys, I re-wrote somethings. ✨Welcome to the prologue.✨
