It had been one whole month since Florences mother had been freed from Azkaban, one whole month of complete torture. Her mother was a sick woman, deranged, mad, driven to her last life by hate and evil. Her mother was a cold blooded killer slaughtering anyone who dared try and cross her.
Her mother was Bellatrix Lestrange.
The day she came home was the day life stopped.
It was a murky December morning, Florence had been on Christmas break at the Malfoy manor with her cousin Draco and their family. The return of Voldermort had left a somewhat somber atmosphere in the manor and they were truly all just doing their best to survive.
Everyone had been sat at the dinner table like usual when she came.
She burst into the door. The room stopped.
Her hair was even more matted than usual with pieces of god knows what lurking about in it. Her appearance was strangely enough somewhat similar to that of Florences. Dark long hair, chiseled jaw, emerald green eyes were all things they shared in common, yet somehow the two Lestranges couldn't have been more different. Florence had never been to sure were the twos difference's lie, but one thing that she knew was for sure.
Florence would never become like her mother.
Throughout her whole children her mother would take immense pleasure in breaking Florence down to her last tether.
She would spend hours a day performing the cruciartus curse on Florence. Her excuse for doing it would be that she wanted Florence to toughen up.
After performing god knows what onto her daughter she would use a memory charm in an attempt to demolish Florence's memories of her traumatic experiences. You'd think it was out of sympathy or guilt but no. Her mother removed her memories simply so she could do the same thing again with the amount of pain.
Eventually over the years, her mother had used the Obliviate charm on her so much Florence created a strange immune system to it.
Her mother never cared about her. Her mother cared about the Dark Lord and hurting innocent people.
Bellatrix made Florence into the cold, ruthless, uncaring girl she is to this day.
For 9 years of her life Florence faced unthinkable mental and physical torture from her mother.
She was finally freed the day Bellatrix Lestrange was taken away and locked in Azkaban for life.
From that day Florence swore she would never let anyone ever push or hurt her ever again.
And that she did.
During her first year at Hogwarts she was immediately sorted into Slytherin house. People feared her mother but most of all they feared Florence.
She made sure no one would ever dare cross her. Anyone who even attempted to bad mouth her, Florence would deal with them swiftly.
Yes her mother's torture was unforgivable and scared her but it did help her become the woman she was today. Florence hated to admit it but her mother did teach her a few tricks and hexes that she used frequently during her first 2 years at Hogwarts whenever anyone would even attempt to harm her.
Her reputation only continued to grow and grow throughout her time at Hogwarts. People feared her and that's all she wanted.
Or so she thought...
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Tempting Desires //Mattheo Riddle
FanfictionFlorence Lestrange is the daughter of the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange. Her life had always been destained for her ever since she was a child. Her only goal in life, to serve Lord Voldemort. But her life is all flipped upside down when she meets Ma...
