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 the day Bea and Hermione spent together at the house, and things between them had only grown more intense, though neither of them had dared to acknowledge it. The air between them was charged, every glance lingered just a moment too long, and every shared smile felt like a secret between them.
To everyone else, it was obvious: the connection between Bea and Hermione was undeniable. Most of the people around them, from the Weasley twins to Ginny, had picked up on it, and even Sirius and Tonks had given each other knowing glances when they caught Bea and Hermione laughing together in the kitchen.
But neither girl had said a word. Not even when Hermione's hand brushed against Bea's during their quiet conversations or when Bea's heart would flutter just a little whenever Hermione smiled at her.
That morning, Bea was in the middle of her training session with Remus, feeling the familiar exhaustion of the last few weeks settling deep in her bones. She was getting stronger, more skilled with each passing day, but the weight of it all never seemed to let up.
They had been working on a variety of things, but today, it was a different challenge, something Remus had been hinting at for weeks. Bea didn't know exactly what to expect, but she knew it was coming.
As Remus guided her through a series of jinxes, they spoke in low, measured tones. — Tonight, we'll be heading to Harry's.— Remus said, not looking up as he adjusted her stance with a gentle hand on her shoulder. — We need to get him out of there. —
Bea hesitated, the thought of seeing Harry again both comforting and terrifying. She'd been too busy with training, with everything going on, to keep up with Harry's situation.
— I want to go.— Bea said, her voice a little quieter than usual.
Remus paused, giving her a look that spoke volumes. — You're not going tonight.—
Her heart sank. —What? But I...—
— Bea.— Remus interrupted gently. — We're not going to rush you. It's dangerous for you outside. —
Bea opened her mouth to argue, but she knew he was right.
— Today.— Remus continued.— we're working on something else. Something you've been avoiding for a long time.—
Bea frowned, not sure what he meant. — What do you mean?—
He gave her a small smile, the kind that made her nervous. — Today, we're going to face your boggart.—
Her heart skipped a beat. A boggart.
— No.— Bea said immediately, shaking her head. — I can't.—
— You have to, Bea.— Remus said, his voice soft but firm. — You've been putting it off for two years now. You're ready. And you need to do it.—
— I'm not ready! — Bea insisted, her voice trembling slightly. — I...I won't be able to do it. You don't understand.—
