A few weeks later gave way to Estella's first Flying lesson. She bounced along the fields with Tracy beside her. "We get to fly!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I know, that's the hundredth time you've told me," Tracy responded with an eye roll. "I really don't see what's so great."
"Wait." Estella paused and looked at her friend gleefully. "Are you scared of heights?"
"No!" Her friend snapped. "I just don't fancy being stuck on a stick in the middle of the air." At Estella's mischievous expression, she winced. "I've said too much, let's go."
Estella stood between Hermione and Harry, hand outstretched over her broomstick. "Up!" she said confidently, the broom instantly leaping into her hand. She had learned to ride from a young age, her parents had thought it wise should the need ever arise. She looked around gleefully and was surprised to see Harry already had his broom in hand. "You're a natural!" she exclaimed.
Harry's cheeks turned slightly pink. "Not really.. I just err.."
"Why doesn't it work?" Hermione exclaimed, giving a little stomp of her foot. "It just sits there and rolls around."
Estella exchanged an amused glance with Harry. "You have to be firm. Don't worry," she smiled at her friend. "It took me ages to learn the first time."
"No surprise there," Draco's voice drawled from across the group. "You're rather incompetent Blackwood. How are you even a Slytherin?" Estella frowned as she felt a stab of hurt. Her cousin was right, she had been spending much time with the Gryffindors. What would Bellatrix say? A small voice taunted the girl. Estella pushed the thought aside as Neville began to rise in the air.
"Come right down this instant!" Madam Hooch exclaimed, waving her wand. But it was too late, Neville had fallen in a heap on the ground. The class surrounded the boy as the flying instructor waved them back. She gingerly examined the boy's arm and tutted. "Broken wrist. We have to get you to the Hospital Wing." Before she entered the castle, she turned. "Feet stay on the ground or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say quidditch."
Estella turned at the sound of laughter. Draco held a small sphere in his hand. "Must be Longbottom's remembrall," the boy crowed. "Maybe if the fool had given this a squeeze he'd have remembered to fall on his fat bottom."
Estella sighed and stepped forward, but someone else beat her to it.
"Give it here Malfoy." Harry Potter stood glaring at the blonde boy.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Estella felt her stomach sink. Harry was the worst person to challenge her cousin, Draco had too much pride. "I don't think so." Draco jumped on his broom and several gasps were heard as he rose in the air. "I think I'll leave it in a tree for Longbottom to find."
Harry grabbed his broom hotly and Hermione grabbed his hand. "Harry you can't, you'll be expelled.." Harry mounted his broom and rose toward Malfoy. "What. An. Idiot." she grumbled.
Estella couldn't help but agree, though she wasn't surprised. Harry already had a hero streak, and could be quite hot headed.
"Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you of your broom."
Estella groaned at the boy's ferocity. This was not going to go well. Draco shrugged.
"Have it your way." Her cousin threw the ball in the air and it began to descend rapidly. Estella began to raise her wand, she could probably stop it in time. Then, Harry whizzed past her, and caught the ball right before it hit the ground. The Gryffindors burst into cheers. Estella felt a rush of pride and annoyance, which was quickly cut off by McGonagall's curt voice.
"Potter. Follow me."
Harry stiffened and turned apprehensively to walk after the Gryffindor head. Estella winced and grabbed Harry's hand before she could stop herself. "You were brave." Her gaze met the boy's for instant before Estella turned away and quickly walked back to the Slytherins.
"Traitor," Draco sneered at her back. Estella felt something snap and she grabbed her cousin's robes fiercely.
"Don't ever call me that," she hissed. "You just took a injured boy's possession to use for your own entertainment. Last I checked Neville Longbottom is a pureblood so what does it matter to you? You're weak." Estella felt anger burning in her eyes as the Slytherins watched with interest. Draco looked at her, gaping. Quickly turning away, Estella reprimanded herself for going too far. She shouldn't have drawn attention to herself, as Amelie warned, that would lead to too many questions.

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Hidden In The Shadows Part 1- Harry Potter Story
FanfictionBellatrix Lestrange. The Dark Lord's servant and Azkaban prisoner. Estella Lestrange. Her daughter that's been kept a secret. There was a prophecy, about a boy born at the end of July, and a child born to evil. Estella has hidden under the identity...