. I didn't recognize my surroundings. It was damp and dark, with a maniac portrait of a woman who kept screaming. In a damp hall was a faded family tree. I scanned it, scowling at the portrait of my mum. I wasn't added. I wasn't born then.
'Looking for something,' sneered a voice. I spun round. Black hair, lidded eyes, high voice.
' Sarah...' my mum breathed. She opened her arms for a hug, but I backed away. ' I don't want to be like you,' I told her. 'I don't want to know you! You're nothing to do with me!'
'You are my daughter, Sarah!' she insisted.
' Do you know how hard it is?' I whispered. ' My friend is nearly wanted, because of me, because of who you are!'
She reached up and removed my wig. I snatched it up, pulled out my wand, and-I am not lying- teleported my own criminal mother to the Ministry. Then the world went black.
YOU ARE READING
Bellatrix Lestrange's Daughter
FanfictionSarah Lestrange has had a hard life. Being the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange is no easy task, and basically means you will never have friends. So Sarah runs away to Hogwarts under a different name. But Sarah's secret identity is discovered, and s...
