Daylight

CHAPTER I

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Tellin' myself I won't go there, oh, but I know that I won't care.

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Neville Longbottom knew it was wrong, so incredibly wrong, he told himself exactly that almost every moment. Yet, he couldn't help the way his heart would flutter and his face would flush whenever he caught their eye, he couldn't help but to love Y/N Lestrange.

As for Lestrange, they shared the same shameful feelings of wanting the other. It goes without saying that they've tried so many times to show they're a genuinely good person in so many different ways yet,  no matter what they've always been shunned by their house, fellow students, practically the whole school! And truthfully, they didn't blame them at all, they were a child of a Death Eater of course.

It's assumed by now that they'd usually be seen in the crowd with their cousin Draco Malfoy surrounded by the other children of those who serve The Dark Lord, right? Wrong. Y/N Lestrange was nothing at all like their mother and they liked it that way thank you very much!

They were kind and compassionate, always lending a helping hand to those in need, despite them bolting off as soon as they noticed who it was. Their features differed from their mother's, their expression always the opposite of the gaunt and haunting one of hers. Y/N always had remained true to themself, choosing to take after their cousins Andromeda, Sirius and their great uncle Alphard, choosing to be another blood traitor or black sheep of the family.

For Merlin's sake they were even sorted into Gryffindor! The only thing they shared was the same surname! But, despite all this not a single person cared. They were still the same old Lestrange.

They had been raised by Narcissa and Lucius in the Malfoy family alongside Draco per Bellatrix's stern orders, that is until they were sorted into Gryffindor, Merlin knows Lucius didn't want a blood traitor AND a Gryffindor representing his family, so before they knew it they were forced to raise themself beside the ever so cantankerous Kreacher in the lone cobweb ridden Grimmauld Place.

That all changed of course when Sirius was freed of his charges and could live alongside them, he'd tried to get his godson and his friends to see what type of person Y/N truly was but they were having absolutely none of it and Y/N didn't blame them, their mother drove one of their best mates' parents to pure insanity.

So, Y/N was left with nobody at Hogwarts, besides Onyx, the ebony coated maine-coon Andromeda and Ted had lovingly adopted for them to help with the loneliness that came from living in Grimmauld Place, as well as the many magical creatures they resorted to for comfort, or so they thought.

Little did they know the boy who was supposed to have the most hatred for them had the total opposite.

If only Neville was able to actually get a moment alone with them without his friends trying to protect and defend him or any other nearby student cussing the young Lestrange out for even being remotely near him.

If only then he could see the real Y/N. If only then he could have a chance to hear them out, to genuinely understand them. If only things weren't the way they were.

If only they could feel this way without shame.

Yet, this was the way it had to be.