Lucia Lestrange, daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus, adopted by Andromeda and Edward Tonks, is starting her fifth year at Hogwarts, helping out her younger cousin make the Slytherin team and trying her best to ignore the one person she hated most...
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It wasn't the mention of the oh so famous Harry Potter that sent my heart thumping, it was the name of another student, one that was familiar with me more so than any other student sitting beside me in the Great Hall. I should be happy right now. My younger cousins name was being read out, he was being placed ever so fittingly on the Slytherin table, almost too far away from me to see the proud smirk on his lips. I was proud too, but I was scared.
"Neville Longbottom."
The name sprung to my ears as I hoped it wouldn't. What could I say really, I had to expect the day would come eventually. Its not like he knew, did he? I didn't look too much like my mother. Maybe apart from my little white blond streak at the back of my head...but I get rid of that! And even if I did look a lot like her, I would just change my entire appearance. That was always the good thing about being a Metamorphmagus.
Its not like anyone around me dared to talk to me about the fact Longbottom was now joining Hogwarts because they new I could easily bite their head off and I wasn't afraid of doing so either. The only thing I was afraid of, was him being afraid. Sure I'm a Slytherin, it doesn't mean I don't have a heart!
Once the first years had all settled in and the feast had begun I quietly excused myself from my original seat with my friends and quickly ran towards Draco, pulling his head into my arm.
"Congratulations on the place in the best house there is Draco!" I laughed, as I messed up his once perfectly tidy blond hair. He swatted my hand away but smiled at my proud face.
Normally I would eat until I couldn't move, but right now was just not a good time. Soon people were leaving, prefects guiding the first years to their common rooms, and all I could think was how much I really needed to talk to Tonks. Nymphadora that is. It would just have to be the year that Tonks leaves that Longbottom showed up, and I don't mean that in a cruel way, but seeing him made my heart ache. I wish I could change the actions of certain family members, all so caught up in their pure-blood heritage.
I fiddled with the little amount of food on my plate, no-one bothering to disturb me until he leaned over. Wood.
"Um, Lucia?" He asked, rather quietly too.
"What do you want Wood?" I asked rather annoyed he was talking to me.
"I was just wondering if you were ok?" His accent strong against his lips.
"And why wouldn't I be?" I turned my nose up at him angrily, "Why would you care anyway?"
I hated the fact he acted so nice to me. He wasn't nice. He just charmed everyone into thinking he was. With his scottish accent, his smirk and his lanky awkwardness. It fooled everyone into thinking he was sweet. Apart from me of course, and most of the Slytherin house. We aren't fooled as easily as the others.
"I-It's just um. Your hair Lu, its gone blue." The way he said 'Lu' made me cringe and I instantly removed myself from the table. The realisation that my emotions had effected my appearance angering me, as well as Oliver. When my temper would arise my hair would to turn bright red. And right now I looked like a Weasley.
"Piss off will you. And my name is Lucia!" I had to hold myself back from shouting and causing a scene in the Great Hall. My hair gradually returned to its original dark brown as I took myself off to the Slytherin common room.
Did he really have to comment on my hair? Obviously after all these years he has learned nothing about the reasons I dislike him.
It was back in first year when I decided I hated him.
I was alone for most of it, especially my first day. I was still learning (as I am now) to control how my emotions have an effect on my appearance. Nerves were high and my hair was bright green, from root to tip.
A boy. A cute scottish boy happily shaking hands with me and introducing himself as Oliver came to my mind. I was happy to have talked to someone until he left to talk to some other boys. And then I heard the laughing. The sniggering wouldn't stop from behind me. I was expecting some laughs, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was the way they did it. The way he did it.
"Freak."
Thats all I heard out of his mouth when he went to face his friends. And who else could he have been talking about but me? Admittedly, I did look like a giant green fuzzy hamster, but when someone makes you feel the slightest bit of happiness at a time such as that and then rips it away from you, it hurts.
And then he went and ordered one of his bloody chasers to shoot at the worst possible time and bam, just like that, no more quidditch for Lucia! This little scottish prick took a lot of what made me happy away from me. And thats the reason I hate him.
I began walking towards the dungeons, arms folded and focussing on controlling my hair colour when I heard someone calling my name. The familiar accent rang in my ears and I sighed. I stopped abruptly and turned to face him.
"Yes?" I asked again, obvious I was rather annoyed.
"If I upset you back there I didn't mean to...I just wanted to know if you were ok." He said sticking his hands into his pockets.
"Oh give up the act Wood, no-one's here. Stop pretending to care because you don't!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why are you trying to be nice to me?"
"Because, everyone deserves to be treated nicely." He answered smiling his sickly sweet smile.
"Yeah well unfortunately your chasers didn't think I deserved that did they?" I asked arms still crossed almost protectively over my chest.
Oliver sighed, "Lu, please don't, you know that was an accident."
"Whatever," I replied, turning my back and beginning to walk away, "and stop calling me Lu or I'll staple your lips shut."
I walked straight to the Slytherin common room, leaving Oliver behind me, I could feel him smirking. Whispering the password to enter I ignored my fellow house mates. As much as I hated to admit it. He was very still rather cute...
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Oliver stood, watching her walk away, smirking at her behaviour.
"Bit violent," he chuckled to himself, sticking his hands further into his pants pockets and looking to the ground, "I like it." He wandered back away from the dungeons with only her on his mind.
