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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The grandeur of Malfoy Manor was undeniable. Its imposing stone façade, with its intricate carvings and towering spires, spoke of centuries of wealth and influence. Inside, the opulent decor was a testament to a long lineage of pure-blood pride. For Beatrice Lestrange, however, the splendor of the manor was a backdrop to a more complex reality.
Beatrice's life at Malfoy Manor was a delicate balance of privilege and pressure. She had inherited the weight of her family's expectations from both her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange and the Malfoys, the ones who raised them. Her childhood was spent amidst the cold, high-ceilinged rooms and darkened hallways, where every whisper seemed to echo with the secrets of the past.
From a young age, Beatrice had been groomed to embody the ideals of her family, loyalty to their bloodline and reverence for the Dark Arts. Her Uncle Lucius's lessons were strict, often harsh, and always demanding. Yet, there was a stark contrast between the lessons of pure-blood supremacy and the warmth of the Malfoy family, who had taken her in after her mother's imprisonment.
The Malfoys, though aligned with her mother's beliefs, were less fervent and more practical. Lucius Malfoy was aloof but had a quiet, almost paternal affection for her, while her aunt Narcissa was a more genuine presence in her life, she was everything to her.
As she grew older, Beatrice struggled with the duality of her existence. On one hand, she was expected to be a beacon of the Lestrange legacy, embodying the fierce loyalty and ambition that came with it. On the other, she found herself increasingly at odds with the ideals she was meant to uphold. The manor, with its shadowed corners and dark history, became both a symbol of her heritage and a cage of her own making.
Her childhood memories were tinged with a sense of isolation. The grandeur of the manor did little to alleviate the loneliness she felt as a child. Her only solace came from her brother, Mattheo, whose presence was a constant reminder of their shared burden. Despite their differences, their bond was one of mutual understanding and unspoken support. They had each other, and that was a small comfort amidst the overwhelming expectations that surrounded them.
The walls of Malfoy Manor were witnesses to her internal conflicts. Beatrice often wandered the expansive grounds, seeking moments of peace in the meticulously maintained gardens or the library, where she could escape into the world of books. Yet, the more she explored her own desires and doubts, the more she felt the pull of her family's legacy.
On a quiet afternoon, Beatrice was seated in the manor's elegant sitting room, her mind troubled as she stared out at the summer leaves drifting past the window. Narcissa Malfoy entered the room, her demeanor calm and composed. Noticing Beatrice's agitation, she approached and took a seat opposite her.
—Bea.—Narcissa said gently.—you seem unsettled. What's on your mind?—
Beatrice looked up, her face etched with worry.—I've been thinking about Sirius Black's escape. It's not just the escape itself that worries me. What if others try to follow in his footsteps? What if my mother hears about it and decides to escape too?—
