in which the daughter of the most wicked witch in the wizarding world learns that she doesn't have to be evil like her mother
[ female oc x female oc ]
[ slight au ]
[ disclaimer - i don't own harry potter or its characters. just my oc's and their s...
The sound of Santana's trunk wheeling behind her echoed through the empty corridor. Classes were out for the holiday break, and she was on her way to the train to go home for Christmas.
As she passed the Great Hall, she noticed a familiar curly-haired girl sitting alone at the Slytherin table with her arms folded on the table, her head resting on top. An untouched mug of hot chocolate sat in front of her, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Ever since Luca found out that she was capable of crying, that's all she'd done.
"You haven't packed yet." Santana walked up to the table and sat down across from Luca. She stole a marshmallow from her cup of cocoa and ate it. "Draco has. I think he's looking for you."
"I'm not going home for Christmas," Luca mumbled. "I...I can't be there. As much as I miss my Aunt Cissa, returning to Malfoy Manor for the holidays means facing mum and Uncle Lucius."
"Are you afraid of her?" Santana asked.
Luca slowly nodded. She took a sip of her cocoa. "I try gaslighting myself by saying that I'm not, but...you have no idea what she's capable of. She's cruel, and when she's mad, she's mad. Same with my Uncle Lucius. Dad, too. They're Death Eaters, so being cold-hearted is their specialty."
"I'm sorry." Santana sighed. She reached across the table to hold Luca's hand, a spark flying between them at the contact. "You could always come spend the holidays with me, if you want. We have the space. You shouldn't spend it alone."
Luca looked at the Gryffindor table, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. "I'm not alone. Hagrid asked the Golden Trio to babysit me." She glanced down at her and Santana's hands. They felt right holding each other like this. "Um, you...you didn't...tell anyone about what happened the other night, did you? ...A-About me," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "crying?"
Santana smiled sadly and gave Luca's hand a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry, Lucatic. Everyone still thinks you're a heartless bitch."
"Thank you," Luca mumbled. She pulled her hand back, dying a little inside at the loss of contact.
"Um..." Santana cleared her throat and stood up. "I should, uh, probably go. The train will be leaving soon."
"Yeah." Luca nodded, her heartstrings tugging as Santana stood up to leave. "Uh, h-happy Christmas, Santana."
Santana smiled softly. "Happy Christmas, Luke."
Luca watched with sad eyes as Santana's raven hair disappeared from her sight once she left the Great Hall. She leaned her forehead onto her arms, her long curls falling over her shoulders and onto the table.
"Evening, Lucatrix," Hermione greeted the younger girl as she, Ron, and Harry sat down across from her.
Without looking up, Luca pulled out her wand and pointed it at them. "Go away."
"Okay." Ron got up to leave, but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. He whimpered a little in fear when Luca lifted her head to glare at him.
"Luca, Hagrid requested that we keep you company and out of trouble during the break," Harry said. "Hermione's planned a list of activities to keep you, erm...distracted so you don't curse or kill anything."
"Greaaat." Luca leaned her head onto the back of her hand and swirled her fingers across the rim of her hot cocoa mug.
Is it too late now to Avada Kedavra myself?
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It turned out Luca wasn't totally miserable spending her break with the Golden Trio. She hated every minute of it, but it was better than staying cooped up alone in her common room with her cat – even though she would've preferred that.
She woke up Christmas morning and went about her morning routine as usual. She showered, washed her hair, brushed her teeth, and dressed for the day. When she left her dorm, she was greeted with gifts from her Aunt Cissa, Uncle Lucius, Tonks, and her father, Rodolphus. There was a bag of cat treats from Hagrid for Enigma, and a notebook with a card that read, 'Try writing out your feelings instead of taking your anger out on others. It sounds silly, but it works,' from Santana.
Luca spent the whole day in her common room filling page after page in her new notebook. It felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from her chest as she wrote down everything she'd been keeping bottled up over the last 16 years.
And she had to admit, she did feel a bit better afterwards.
When it was time for the Christmas feast, Luca left her common room and made her way to the Great Hall. She sat by herself at the Slytherin table, lost in her thoughts as she listed out the pros and cons to what her life would be like if she followed in her mother's footsteps.
Pros -- 1) Everyone's afraid of me; makes it easier to get what I want. 2) No one talks to me or crosses my path; I like it that way. 3) I don't have to worry about the Dark Lord hurting me; my mum is his most loyal follower.
Cons -- 1) Santana could get hurt; I don't know why I care about her, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she got hurt because of me. 2) It's lonely sometimes, I'll admit. 3) Tonks; I know she's disappointed in me, and just like with Sanchez, I don't know why I care about her approval. Tonks is the only one on that side of the family who has tried to make an effort with me and steer me down a different path. She hasn't given up on me...not yet, anyway.
Luca folded up the sheet of paper and tucked it into the pocket of her robe once the ink was dry. She leaned her head onto her hand as she finished eating. She took her time walking back to her room. She observed the paintings hanging on the walls, and even stopped to talk to Peeves about an idea she got for him to stir some chaos in the remaining days of the holiday break.
All seemed to be well.
That is, until she walked back into her common room.
The color drained from Luca's face, and her blood ran cold. Her hands became shaky, and she gulped.
There was no escape.
She's already seen her.
Bellatrix put down Luca's notebook, which she had been reading while she waited for her to return. She tossed it aside and stood up, slowly making her way across the room to her daughter, a smirk spreading across her face. "Hello, darling."
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