The Real Story of Harry Potter -- ON HIATUS

Saving Nathan Lestrange

Hey peeps! Hope you liked the last chapter! This will start in the morning and go until the next couple days. I am going to try to write this kinda quickly and finish it within a couple of weeks. I am not sure how well this will work. But on with the chapter!!!

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(Nathan's POV)

I sit in my room, rereading the letter that Hadrian and Draco sent me. I look at the time and see that I still have to wait about four hours before they come to rescue me from this hell.

"Neville! Lunch time! Get down here!" My 'grandmother', Augusta, calls to me from the dining room downstairs. I sigh inwardly, slowly stand up and walk to my door.

"Get down here boy! Or you will be in trouble!" She calls again.

"Shut up woman, I'm coming!" I call back down to her. I close my door and walk down the stairs of the mansion. I soon walk into the dining room, glaring at the old woman.

"Sit down and eat, now." She tells me. I roll my eyes and sit down across from her. I look down at my plate.

"Why couldn't I eat in my room?" I ask her, my voice cold.

"Why don't you ever want to be around me? Why can't you be like you father? Why can't you be like Frank?" She yells at me. I roll my eyes once again and grab my plate, starting to stnd up.

"Sit down, NOW!" She yells at me again. I just ignore her and start walking out of the room. I hear her stand up quickly, causing the chair to fall backwards. She grabs my arm, my plate falling to the ground, the food spraying everywhere. I look at her hand that she has on my arm then up to her face, glaring at her.

"Let go of me, now." I say in a low voice, trying to scare her. She glares back at me and I pull my arm out of her hand. I start walking off again.

"Boy! Stop right there! NOW!!" She screams at me. I stop, turn around, and stare at her with my arms crossed.

"What? Why do you need me to stop?" I ask, calmly, venom in my voice.

"You are to eat lunch with your Grandmother, without complaining, and then spend time with her until she has to go over to the Ministry, for her meeting. Do you understand me boy?" She asks me, trying to stay calm. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. You don't scare me, woman." I say, confidently. I snap my fingers and one of the house-elves pop in and clean up the mess that was created. I walk past and sit as far away from Augusta as possible. She fixes her chair and sits back down. I clap once and more food appears in front of me. I quickly eat and check the time. I still have three hours before I'm saved. I wait until Augusta is finished and clap my hands twice, notifying the elves to clean up.

I stand up and start walking to the family room, that is filled with artwork that I have done. I sit down on one of the couches. I look around at everything that I've done over the years, while I was oblivious to who my parents really were. I smile as I look at one of them that I drew right after the meeting at Gringotts. It is a drawing of me with my true mum, while Augusta is in the background, getting stabbed. I stare up at it for a while until she tries to talk to me again.

"What are you staring at boy?" She asks me.

"Just my best art piece." I tell her. I point up to it and she raises an eyebrow as she looks at it.

"Who is that getting stabbed in the back?" She asks, a small feel of fear in her voice.

"Who do you think?" I ask in reply. Her eyes widen slightly.