Dark Hearts

•A Harry Potter Fanfiction•

I have always been different from everybody else in many ways. Sure, my waist-length, curly black hair sets me apart, just the same as my milky pale skin does. But what really makes me different is my face, for I look just like my mother.

Some people are frightened when they see me, some clutch at their chests and heave terrified sighs. Once, somebody fainted after only a glimpse of my face.

I am the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange.

My name is Estrella Lestrange.

And I have a mission.

What is it?

Oh, you'll see.

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"Destroy them. Find all who hurt your mother, all who believed against her, all who fought against her, and destroy them. I know you can do it, for you are your mother's daughter.

"You are Estrella Lestrange."