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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Weeks had drifted by since Beatrice and Theo had shared their first kiss, a moment that had ignited a spark between them. Although they weren't officially dating, their connection blossomed in the stolen glances and whispered conversations they shared in the dimly lit corners of Hogwarts. Each meeting left Beatrice with a fluttering heart, their secret moments filled with laughter and lingering touches that hinted at something deeper. Yet, even as the budding romance unfolded, Beatrice found her mind increasingly preoccupied with the final Quidditch match against Gryffindor that was approaching. Each practice was grueling; the pressure to perform weighed heavily on her shoulders, and the stakes had never felt higher.
As Beatrice trained fiercely alongside her teammates, she couldn't help but notice the change in Hermione Granger. The ever-dedicated Gryffindor was becoming more and more fatigued, her usual spark dimming under the weight of her responsibilities. They had spent countless late nights in the library, poring over books and charts in search of answers for their current predicaments, but now, Hermione often appeared bleary-eyed and distant. Beatrice felt a twinge of concern every time she watched her friend stifle a yawn or lose her train of thought in the middle of an important discussion. Something was off, and Beatrice's instincts told her that the burden Hermione carried was heavier than any homework assignment.
Then came the news that shattered their fragile peace—Buckbeak had been sentenced to death. The moment the announcement rang through the castle, it felt as if the very air had been sucked from the room. Beatrice watched in horror as the reality of the situation washed over Hermione, her friend's face paling as the implications of the sentence sank in. The usually fierce and brilliant witch appeared to crumble, her spirit dimming with each passing moment. The anguish in Hermione's eyes was palpable, and Beatrice felt a sharp pang in her chest at the sight of her friend's despair.
It was during a particularly dreary Divination class, where the vague predictions of doom were drowned out by Beatrice's racing thoughts, that the breaking point arrived. Hermione, unable to contain her emotions any longer, stood up in the middle of Professor Trelawney's monologue and argued fiercely with the eccentric teacher. Beatrice could hardly focus on the words being spoken around her; all she could see was Hermione's resolve beginning to unravel. When Hermione stormed out of the classroom, leaving behind a stunned silence, Beatrice's heart raced.
The next day, the sun rose slowly over Hogwarts, casting a warm glow on the emerald pitch where the final Quidditch match against Gryffindor would soon unfold. Beatrice Lestrange stood in front of the mirror in the girls' changing room, adjusting her Quidditch robes and running a hand through her hair, which was tied back in a tight braid. The scent of fresh grass and excitement filled the air, but beneath it all, a whirlwind of nerves churned in her stomach. Today was crucial; not just for the Hufflepuff team, but for her as well.
— Bea! You ready? — called Cedric Diggory, peeking his head into the room with a grin. His enthusiasm was infectious, and it eased some of her anxiety.
