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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Bea woke up the next morning to the familiar hum of conversation downstairs. She could hear the voices of the Weasleys, and though she wasn't particularly close to them, she felt a sense of relief. After weeks of isolation, the house felt less lonely now. But she also felt a bit of anxiety at the idea of spending an entire month with them all. It was going to be overwhelming, especially after everything that had happened.
She stood up, stretched, and after a moment of hesitation, decided to go downstairs to greet them. She couldn't avoid them forever, and at least it would be nice to have some company, even if it was a bit awkward.
As she descended the stairs, she saw the Weasley family crowded around the kitchen table. Molly was serving food, and Arthur was talking animatedly about something, his deep voice filling the room. Fred and George were laughing together, and Ginny and Ron were leaning against the table, looking at Bea with curious, uncertain glances. But it was Hermione who caught Bea's attention the most.
Hermione was sitting with the group, looking every bit as composed and confident as Bea remembered, though there was a quiet tension in her posture. Bea was struck by how different she seemed. Hermione looked even more beautiful than before, her hair was a bit longer, and her eyes held a depth of emotion that Bea hadn't noticed before.
Bea felt her heart quicken in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
— Beatrice, you're up! — Molly said, looking over at her with a smile. — Come join us, dear. —
Bea nodded, trying to shake off the sudden flood of emotions. She took a seat at the table, aware of the quiet glances from the Weasleys, the way they hesitated before speaking to her.
Sirius entered the room a moment later, his eyes locking with hers. He looked exhausted, but his smile was warm and familiar. — Good morning, Bea.— he said gently. — How're you feeling today?—
Bea managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. — I'm okay. Just... a bit tired.—
Hermione, who had been sitting quietly across from her, looked at Bea with an unreadable expression.
— Morning, Beatrice.— Ginny said, her voice cheerful. — We were just about to head to Diagon Alley. You should come with us! —
Bea paused, feeling a flicker of excitement at the thought of getting out of the house. The past few weeks had been suffocating, filled with endless training and little time for anything else. She hadn't left Grimmauld Place in so long, the thought of Diagon Alley felt like a small escape.
Sirius turned to her, his voice kind but firm. — You're not going to Diagon Alley with them.— he said, his gaze soft but insistent. — You need to stay here.—
Bea's heart sank. She had hoped she could at least go out and see something other than the four walls of Grimmauld Place.
— What? — Ginny said, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment. — But we were all going. It'll be fun! —
