Blood Traitor Lestrange (James Potter Love Story)

Chapter One

Betelgeuse Lestrange sighed as she ran her hand through her blonde hair. Her parents, Corvus and Minette, once again lectured her about 'behaving' and 'not being a disgrace to the Lestrange name' she thought it was a ton of bullshit. It was considered a blessing to have children in the wizarding world, to disown a child is to be thought of as a last resort, something that is to be done when nothing else can be done, and abuse in the wizarding world? It's guaranteed a soul-sucking, not to mention the entire family name would be in ruins, apparently, with their youngest, her parents didn't care. Rodulphus was the perfect pureblood heir, a Slytherin with top marks, married to a high ranking pureblood witch right after Hogwarts, Bellatrix Black, and he had a high ranking job in the ministry, her other brother Rabastian was set to marry their cousin, Avela after this year, his final year of Hogwarts. Betelgeuse was meant to be their perfect daughter, named after the most beautiful star, she, however, was sorted into Hufflepuff, and was instantly disgraced, her first holiday home after her sorting was when the abuse started.

When she befriended the marauders - Blood-Traitor, James Potter, her 'meant to be future husband' Sirius Black who also happened to be hella gay, Half-blood Remus Lupin and mudblood Peter Pettigrew- things got a whole lot worse. At first, both she and Sirius tried to rebel the sorting hat, James, Remus and Peter (Sirius' roommates) helped them both try and sneak into Slytherin, Sirius collected her from Hufflepuff and the group ventured to break into the Slytherins, however, by the time the group got there, both pureblood's realized, the group of kids, their parents would have banished from the wizarding world simply because of their blood, hadn't judged, they had simply helped, they had fun together, so they went back to their correct houses.

"Rebastian, darling," Minette started in a falsely sweet voice. Betelgeuse snorted in cynical amusement, which earned her a chilling glare from her mum. It was normal for other mothers to show their children affection, but in Betelgeuse's opinion, when coming from her mother, it was downright disgusting. Betelgeuse turned her head to stare blankly out the window as she continued.

"Remember," Minette said, a threat lacing its way through her voice. "Your father and I are putting our trust in you to uphold the family name, just follow your brother. You have done well so far. We have faith that you will continue succeeding in your classes and consorting with the right sort of people for your final year. Do not get distracted by mudbloods and..." She slid her eyes to the side to look at Betelgeuse she finished, "blood traitors."

She glared back at her mother, chin held up defiantly. Her blue eyes were cold as ice as she said frostily, "Don't worry, mother. I'll stay away from dear Rebby"

The mother brought her chin up as well, holding her head regally. The family resemblance was strikingly noticeable as the two glared piercingly at each other. "Are you mocking me?" Minette asked her in a deadly quiet voice as she twisted even more in her seat in order to look at the youngest Lestrange properly.

"No, mother dearest, I wouldn't dream of it," She replied sarcastically, not taking her eyes off hers.

Quick as lightning Minettes hand shot out and hit her painfully across her already bruised face, her nails and expensive rings biting into the young teen's skin. "You would do well to remember to respect your elders, Betelgeuse," she said darkly. Betelgeuse wasn't stupid, she knew her concealing charms wouldn't work on a new injury and that's what worried her

"It's Betty, Betelgeuse is a disgusting name mother" She spat,

her mother ignored her, instead turned around and whispered into her husband's ear, he acknowledged her with a curt nod. Betty clenched her teeth together out of both anger and pain. She turned to look out the window again, her face not betraying a single emotion. That was one of the first lessons she had learned in life—do not, under any circumstances, display emotion. And try as she might she could not break out of it.