What if Voldemort got it all wrong? Harry potter was not the chosen one after all. It also wasn't Neville. What if the prophecy got a line wrong. What instead of, ' born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...' but, 'b...
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When summer came around she had a list of people that she would have to get the house elves to send letters to. She learned that in the wizarding world it is more about connections than anything.
Draco also wanted her to actually meet his family but she was able to convince him that was just not an option at the moment. When she arrived back at the Black manor she heard Kreacher mumbling about Sirius and how he hates him.
Though it inspired her to do a little digging. She decided to talk to the portraits on the walls. There she found out some useful information and some not useful information. Such as Sirius was wrongfully accused and her mother was a death eater. Not just a death eater, one of Voldemort's most loyal death eaters. She was the right hand wizard. Though she learned that her mother knew sign language and could cast nonverbal spells that way. She decided to learn just how to do that. Though the main thing she learned was that according to everyone Sirius would have never ratted out the Potters. So she decided it was time she took a trip to Azkaban.
After finally convincing Kreacher to take her to the prison, which was surprisingly hard. She found a spell to make her hair black and eyes brown. She also wore heels so she was taller. Then she and Kreacher found herself at the front gate. Kreacher tried to get her to let him stay but she needed to do this herself. Walking into the building she saw the security desk. She kept herself calm as she made her way over to it. There was but a single guard there.
"Aren't ye a little young to be visiting a prison?" The guard asked.
Motioning her hands she did sign language. 'I'm here to visit some people from the black family.' The guard seemed to catch on. As he started to sign back. She was grateful for the five year old girl that was at the orphanage for two years before she was adopted. Without her she would have never learned sign language.
'What are their names?' He signed back to her. Her goal was to make the guard think she was deaf in case someone came snooping around.
'Bellatrix Lestrange, and Sirius Black.' She spelt out their names slowly so he could understand.
'Your wand needs to be weighed. So place it up here. You'll get it when you're on your way out.' He signed back to her.
She had charmed her wand to look normal. Placing it on the wand weigher the guard took down some notes before stashing it in a drawer like object. With that he motioned for her to follow him. Every cell she passed she could hear cries and pleads to let them out. In her first year of Hogwarts she had taken up the power of empathy. She learned it herself. Though right now she was regretting it as she could feel all of their pain. It was harder to turn on than it was to turn off.
They ended up at her mothers cell first. Her mother looked like a lunatic. When she saw them she ran over to the bars and gripped onto them she pushed her head as far in between them as it would go. "What do we have here?" She asked with a lunatic laugh.
