Miss Lestrange ➝ Oliver Wood x OC (Harry Potter)

prologue.

~ prologue ~

It was a mutual decision really. As much as Bellatrix despised her sister Andromeda for being a blood traitor, and as much as she would have loved to raise this child into a death eater - an ultimate weapon for Lord Voldemort - she could not handle the pressure of a child considering her future plans. She would have no time to raise it in her state.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had offered to take in the child as their own, however, Andromeda had refused, insisting that she took the child for its own well being. She had a child of her own after all, and knew just how to raise one. The right way.

Bellatrix did not feel love unless it considered Lord Voldemort, not even for her own husband, however with this child, her own daughter, it was somewhat different. She wanted her to be safe and so she gave her to Andromeda, leaving her baby, Lucia Lestrange, to only grow up on dark and horrid stories of what was her mother and father.

Not long after Andromeda and Ted had taken in young Lucia they realised that not only was their own daughter, Nymphadora, a metamorphmegas but their adoptive daughter and niece was also. What little hair she had was always changing, from blues to yellows to reds. Her eyes always changed too. But her appearance would always return back to normal as she slept. And as she grew older she was able to control her power with the help of her elder cousin.

The only times she really knew the full details of what her mother and father had done (Andromeda and Ted had preferred to tell her she was adopted) was in her first year.

The first year is supposed to be the most exciting you see. Getting your Hogwarts letter and being so proud. Buying your first wand, first pet, feeling the wave of excitement wash over you as you first set foot onto Platform 9 3/4, the joyous boat ride to the castle and meeting Hagrid, being sorted into your houses, seeing the Great Hall and the illuminated ceiling. Making new friends, learning your first spell, the feeling you have when you first take off on a broomstick. But it wasn't quite like that for Lucia.

She kept her second name as Lestrange, after all, whats in a name? Apparently a lot.

When people heard of her, good wizards and witches were weary of her, sending harsh glances towards her the first time she went to Diagon Alley. And bad witches and wizards would almost bow before her, as if she was some kind of evil princess. She tended to ignore most of the things people thought of her, because, well, no-one really knew her yet did they? And no, she was not like her mother, not like her father, and never would be.

People eventually got over the fact she was the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange and didn't push on the subject too much, however every time brand new first years would come in, there would always be some snickering and cowering in fear. Lucia didn't mind too much, in fact, she sometimes used it to her advantage, making one of the scared young Hufflepuff's go fetch her a new quill. But that would soon also die down.

Lucia often wondered if she belonged in the Slytherin house. Not that she didn't enjoy being Slytherin, oh no. Quite the opposite. 

During her time at Hogwarts, she wasn't always the most well-behaved student around. Since she excelled in her subjects she often found herself getting easily bored, and turned to causing a bit of trouble to keep herself entertained. Her tricks and displays of magic were never mean-spirited, though they frequently ended up distracting large masses of people...ending her in detention more often than not. That is how she first met the Weasley twins.

She was also keeper on the Slytherin Quidditch team for two years (started playing in her second year) but was hit with two bludgers and broke both her legs and four ribs, leaving her in the hospital wing for weeks and never played afterwards. Still, her obsession with Quidditch never faded. She was at every single game, no matter what houses were playing. However, no matter what, if Gryffindor were playing she always routed for the opposite team.

It was always a bit cliché for a Slytherin to pretty much despise at least one Gryffindor, if not the whole house, which most Slytherins and Gryffindors did. And Lucia hated a Gryffindor, whether she thought it cliché or not.

Oliver Wood.

She couldn't bare him. When she was on the Slytherin team and they somehow managed to beat Slytherin (which wasn't very often because Lucia was a damn good keeper) he would always flash her that charming smirk. She hated it. She hated him. He was so into the game, and she was too considering she still won the game she had her accident. His love for Quidditch was the only thing she respected him for. Frankly, sometimes Lucia thought that Oliver's obsession with Quidditch was a little strange. He was so desperate to win the cup and it annoyed her. Maybe its because she didn't have the guts to stay on the team and be just like him that annoyed her, but she would never admit to that.

This was a new year at Hogwarts now. Taking a lot of classes, she was very skilled and excelled more than the rest of the pupils in her year, getting praise from almost every professor that taught her and even some that didn't. But this year was going to be different. Her best friend and cousin had graduated that year. Tonks had moved on to different things, and now, she had nobody to vent too anymore...And this was the year that the boy came to Hogwarts.

No, not the boy who lived. The goofy boy. The boy who's parents Lucia's had tortured. The boy who had been left without a mother and father because of her own. Neville Longbottom.