Children from Azkaban

Chapter 3

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I woke up in the morning and looked over to Harry who was sleeping soundly on the floor across the room from his bed.

'What the fuck Harry' I thought chuckling as I evaded his body and dress in black cargo pants, vans and a black short-sleeved hoodie top before chucking on the dementor robe.

I woke Harry up and laughed at his disheveled appearance as he glared at me before getting dressed.

I walked down to the hall and sat at a seat in Slytherin that Dumbledore had set for me. Harry had to stay at the Gryffindor table to watch them and stay posted.

While at the table I sat next to two boys a dark skinned one with a bored expression on his face. And a tall boy with short black hair and a brooding expression. 

Across from me sat a small boy with slicked back blonde hair flanked by a large bulky boy and a gangly mean looking boy.

The blonde boy nodded at me before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Malfoy, Draco Lucious Malfoy" he said holding a hand out to me.

"Lestrange, Kiesah Rin Lestrange" I reapeated mockingly placing my hand delicately into his as he shook.

"This is Blaise Zabini," he pointed to the darker boy who nodded at me, "Marcus Flint," he pointed to the boy with black hair who nodded at me as well before smiling," and Crabbe and Goyle" he finished pointing to his bodyguards.

"Hello" I said smirking.

I recieved an assorted variety of friendly greetings in return as well as a few smiles and nods from some surrounding houses as well as Slytherins.

After having breakfast Harry followed Gryffindor and I went to the Slytherin classes. We were going with the first years.

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I had gone through almost all the classes at the moment we were heading to potions with Gryffindor. I sat at a table in the back with Harry and began to read about the dark arts.

I faintly heard Snape yelling at David for not knowing the answers. David sat sulking as Snape walked across the room.

"Kiesah, where would you find a bezoar?" he asked.

"In the stomach of a goat, it is used to cure most potions" I answered flipping a page in my book.

"Good, what would i get if i added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood" he tried

"The draught of living death, a strong potion used to make the victim seem dead" I continued.

"Lastly what's the difference between monkshood and wolfbane" He smirked.

"Nothing, they are the same, they also go by the name aconite" I flipped another page before smirking up at him.

"Good, 20 points to Slytherin." he said and moved to the front.

The Slytherins cheered as David fumed in his seat and the Gryffindors scowled ahead. I charmed a quill to take notes as I continued to read on through my thick book.

I could faintly hear Harry chuckling at my smart answers and smirked a bit. The class passed quickly as Snape lectured the students and took points from Gryffindor.

The bell rang and I slowly walked alongside Harry to Defence Against The Dark Arts. Harry looked over at me and smirked.

"Teachers pet much" he said

"Shut up" I growledplayfully  before laughing with him.

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We soon arrived at Defence Against The Dark Arts and sat at a table with Draco and Blaise with Crabbe and Goyle sitting together behind us with another boy, Theodore Nott, and an ugly pug-faced girl, Pansy Parkinson.

A small lanky man with a bright purple turban then walked in the room and looked in my direction for a while before moving on.

He introduced himself as Professor Quirrel. He began to lecture about how he had received his turban from an African prince after saving him from a zombie. Everyone highly doubted it as when Seamus Finnigan asked how he did it he changed the subject and began to talk about the weather.

He was teaching us the Bat-Bogey hex. A spell that turns the victims snot into a bat which then turns on the victim and attacks.

When classes ended Harry and I made our way down to the lake and took a seat watching as the clear sparkling water lapped over the damp brown earth that banked the edge of the lake. The sun was shining brightly from the crystal surface and reflected of each tendril of hair on our heads.

Creatures of all species swam in hypnotizing and exotic patterns. A rainbow of colours burst from the magnificent magical marine life that danced under the rippling surface.

Together we sat for hours, watching dementors dance in the distant clouds, away from the throngs of people below.

I carefully lay my head on Harry's shoulder and blew out a breath of air as he took my hand and squeezed. I returned the favour and thought of all the things we had left behind at Azkaban.

---Flash back---

"Heyy Uncle Padfoot"  I said as cheerfully as my 4 year old self could be to the sunken faced man who sat in the cell before me.

"Morning Kie" he replied smiling, "Only you could smile in a place like this and at time like this" he said thoughtfully.

"Yep, I'm one of a kind, and proud of it" I heaved out my chest. He chuckled and shook his head slowly.

"Definitely one of a kind" he finished.

"KIESAH, time for bed" the warden called lightly down the hall.

"Ok" I called back and turned back to Sirius Black., "I gotta go now" I mumbled sadly.

"Good bye Kiesah" he changed into his animagus form and pressed his muzzle against the cold iron bars of his cramped cell. I pet him affectionately before jumping up and running as fast as my little legs could take me.

--- Flashback over---

Sirius Black. My uncle. My family