Adrian Lestrange the son of the crazy witch as everyone called her. He didn't have a great upbringing because of his uncle and was thrust into the Wizarding War too early.
Ginny Weasley the youngest of the Weasley clan was hot-headed and was one of...
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18th August 1994 The Malfoy Manor,
An alarm rang at 6:00 am in the morning in the room of Adrian Lestrange who groaned out loud as he got up from his king-sized bed wearing only his boxers and ripped of the sheets from above him revealing his toned body, stretching his arms trying to rid himself from sleepiness. He and his family were heading to the Quidditch world cup which is held today. He went to the bathroom where he did his usual morning routine, after his shower he came back out with a towel around his waist as he wore the formal suit his uncle had decided for him the previous night. He wore a polka dotted shirt with a black blazer on top with black dress pants paired with black formal shoes.
After dressing up Adrian met Draco, his aunt and uncle in the living room and as soon as he reached downstairs, his uncle started giving him and Draco instructions on how they have to behave in front of everyone.
They then trekked the whole way to the top of a hill where they met up with the Greengrass family. Adrian immediately went to Daphnes side, his best friend since they were little kids. The both of them were joint to the hip, they never really left each others side. Daphne was the one who would always defend his name whenever people talked bad about him which was a common occurrence, he didn't care about what people thought about it and Daphnes knows about it but she still defends him.
"Excited Daph." Adrian asked her as she looked up at him with a beaming smile and nodded her head excitedly.
"Yep, this is the first time my family is taking me so, I am excited. By the way who are you supporting the Irish or the Bulgarians. I support the Irish they have the stronger team and their chasers are super-fast." Daphne said excitedly as Adrian just smiled at her rambling, he always smiled and felt happy if his friends were happy.
"Are the all of you ready." His uncle asked the four as they all nodded their heads.
"Good, now hold this tire and dont let go until we order you too." Mr. Greengrass instructed them as they all tightly held on to the tire.
"3 . . ."muttered Lucious, one eye still on his watch, "2 . . . 1 . . ."
It happened immediately: Adrian felt as though a hook just behind his navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he could feel Draco and Daphne on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling colour; his fingers were stuck to the tire as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then - His feet slammed into the ground; Daphne staggered at bit but Adrian caught her before she fell down; the Portkey hit the ground near them with a heavy thud.
They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho.
