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 woke to the dim light of the infirmary, her body heavy with exhaustion. She blinked against the brightness, trying to make sense of where she was. Voices echoed nearby, but one cut through the haze — Harry, shouting angrily.
Confused, she propped herself up on her elbows, her head spinning as flashes of memory began to rush back. Sirius. The dementors. Cold tendrils of fear clawed at her as the image of the black hooded figures closing in around them resurfaced.
— YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry yelled. "YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!—
— Minister, listen, please,—Hermione said; she had hurried to Harry's side and was gazing imploringly into Fudge's face. — I saw him too. It was Ron's rat, he's an Animagus, Pettigrew, I mean...and.—
— You see, Minister?— said Snape.— Confunded, both of them...Black's done a very good job on them...—
— WE'RE NOT CONFUNDED!— Harry roared.
— Minister! Professor!— said Madam Pomfrey angrily. — I must insist that you leave. Potter is my patient, and he should not be distressed!—
— I'm not distressed, I'm trying to tell them what happened!— Harry said furiously.—If they'd just listen...—
But Madam Pomfrey suddenly stuffed a large chunk of chocolate into Harry's mouth; he choked, and she seized the opportunity to force him back onto the bed.
— Now, please, Minister, these children need care. Please leav...—
The door opened again. It was Dumbledore. Harry swallowed his mouthful of chocolate with great difficulty and got up again.
— Professor Dumbledore, Sirius! He's innocent!.— Bea yelled from her bed. Still too dizzy and feeling down from what happened.
— For heaven's sake!— said Madam Pomfrey hysterically. — Is this a hospital wing or not? Headmaster, I must insist...—
— My apologies, Poppy, but I need a word with Mr. Potter, Miss Lestrange and Miss Granger.— said Dumbledore calmly.— I have just been talking to Sirius Black.—
— I suppose he's told you the same fairy tale he's planted in Potter's mind?— spat Snape. — Something about a rat, and Pettigrew being alive...—
— That, indeed, is Black's story,— said Dumbledore, surveying Snape closely through his half-moon spectacles.
— And does my evidence count for nothing?— snarled Snape.— Peter Pettigrew was not in the Shrieking Shack, nor did I see any sign of him on the grounds.—
— That was because you were knocked out Professor!— said Hermione earnestly.— You didn't arrive in time to hear...—
— Miss Granger, HOLD YOUR TONGUE!— Snape's voice cut through the infirmary like a sharp blade, his cold fury unmistakable.
