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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A few weeks had passed since Christmas, and as the crisp winter air began to give way to the first hints of spring, Hogwarts buzzed with the familiar rhythm of classes and Quidditch matches. Beatrice couldn't shake the feeling of something amiss; with classes back in full swing, her chances to see Sirius had dwindled. Their last encounter had been a cherished memory beneath the Whomping Willow, but now the weight of his absence felt heavier, especially with the latest scandal involving him breaking into the Gryffindor common room with a knife. The whispers and rumors had spread like wildfire, igniting tensions between houses.
Meanwhile, the Quidditch season was in full swing, with Ravenclaw suffering two consecutive defeats against Slytherin and Gryffindor. This turn of events left Hufflepuff with a glimmer of hope: if they could beat Slytherin in their upcoming match, they still had a chance at the Cup. Beatrice was determined to do her part, rallying her team for practice while silently wishing for Sirius's presence to cheer them on.
On the other hand, Hermione had been embroiled in yet another row with Harry and Ron, this time over her cat, Crookshanks, devouring Ron's rat, Scabbers. That meant that Hermione began spending more time with Beatrice. They poured over research for Buckbeak, Beatrice found herself enjoying Hermione's company more than she expected; their late-night study sessions were filled with laughter and shared snacks, forging a bond that felt both unexpected and refreshing.
But as she headed toward the Whomping Willow, her heart raced with a mix of concern and frustration. She needed to confront Sirius about his reckless behavior and demand an explanation for his actions, he was not helping with the murder accusations
Beatrice got inside the tree and walked for a few moments until she reached the shrieking shack. As she got inside a bedroom, she spotted Sirius leaning against the wall, eating some fruit, looking uncharacteristically serious. His usual playful demeanor was replaced by a tense expression that sent a shiver down her spine.
— Beatrice, — he greeted, straightening up as she approached. — I knew you'd come looking for me. —
— You scared everyone half to death! — she exclaimed, crossing her arms. — What were you thinking, sneaking into the Gryffindor common room like that? With a knife, no less? —
Sirius ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. — I know, I know. But you don't understand. I wasn't there to cause trouble. I was trying to get to Scabbers. —
— Scabbers? Ron's rat? — Beatrice raised an eyebrow, incredulity mixing with confusion. — Why on earth would you want to do that? —
A flicker of something dark crossed Sirius's features. — Because he's not just a rat, Beatrice. He's Peter Pettigrew. —
Beatrice's heart raced. — Peter? How is he a rat? — she looked at him confused
Sirius took a deep breath, his expression becoming more serious. — I'm an Animagus, just like James and Peter. We transformed to keep a friend, Remus Lupin, company during his transformations, he's a werewolf. James became a stag, I turned into a large black dog, and Peter... well, he turned into a rat. — He paused, looking away as memories flickered in his eyes.
