Elara Lestrange was a sharp-edged, cruel and depraved witch. Raised amongst monsters and born from one of the worst, perhaps it was inevitable that she would become one herself. After all, blood will out. Like mother, like daughter. MALUM MORS. *** "You're playing a stupid game, Weasley..." I said as I inhaled again. "You'll only win stupid prizes." "Thought you were the smartest girl in our year," He smirked. "I'm not a prize, Fred." I pushed myself further into the wall behind me. "And I am not what you want." I do not own the Harry Potter universe or any canon characters. I only claim ownership of my original characters (OCs), original settings, and original storylines created for this work.