Beatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...
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Beatrice Lestrange's life had always been a delicate balance between what she was expected to be and who she truly was. Raised within the cold grandeur of Malfoy Manor, she had grown up alongside Draco Malfoy and her half-brother Mattheo Riddle. It was a world of old money, ancient bloodlines, and pureblood superiority, where the pressure to uphold family honor was a constant, unspoken rule.
The Malfoys had taken her in after her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was imprisoned in Azkaban. While they never treated her with cruelty, there was always a sense of distance, a subtle reminder that she was different—both a part of them, and yet, not. She had been raised in the shadow of two legacies: the Malfoys' cool arrogance and the Lestranges' dark madness. But even from a young age, Beatrice had known she didn't belong in that world.
Mattheo, her half-brother, was always different. Mysterious and intense, he carried the heavy burden of being the son of Voldemort himself, though it wasn't something spoken about openly. He, too, seemed trapped in the same web of expectations, though they dealt with it in different ways. Where Mattheo leaned into his dark heritage, Beatrice sought a path that broke away from it.
Hufflepuff House had been her salvation. It was a shock to the family. Hufflepuff, the house of kindness, loyalty, and hard work, traits they had never prioritized. But to Beatrice, it was home. For the first time in her life, she felt free from the suffocating weight of her family's name. Her housemates didn't care that she was a Lestrange or that her mother was one of the most feared witches of her time. In Hufflepuff, she was just Beatrice.
Her worldview, so different from the Malfoys', had taken root there. Unlike Draco and his friends, Beatrice had never cared about blood status. Some of her closest friends were muggleborns or half-bloods, and she saw no reason to think less of them.
Still, living with the Malfoys meant she had to tread carefully. She had learned to smile politely at their dinner parties, nodding at conversations about pureblood heritage, all while feeling a sense of detachment. They weren't her thoughts, and it wasn't her world. But she understood that she couldn't escape it entirely. The Lestrange name carried weight, and no matter how far she tried to distance herself from her mother's madness, people never truly forgot who she was.
Her half-brother Mattheo was one of the few who understood her struggle. He, too, was caught between worlds. The Malfoys, the dark legacy of his father, and the choices he was expected to make. But while Mattheo's path seemed to lead further into the shadows, Beatrice had always chosen to walk in the light. They were two sides of the same coin, bound by blood but separated by the lives they chose to lead. Still, they were both inseparable, always defending each other.
Beatrice didn't want to be evil. She had spent her life distancing herself from the darker parts of her bloodline, carving out an identity that was her own. But she also knew the stakes. In the world of the Malfoys and Lestranges, power and influence were everything, and the ability to protect those you loved meant making sacrifices. Even if those sacrifices cost you your soul.
