Voldemort's Daughter
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Meadow Lestrange was a beautiful girl. She grew up with a muggle family, believing that they were her grandparents. But every single day, she wondered what happened to her parents,and if she wasn't who she thinks she is. ADD TO YOUR BOOKSHELVES! :)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Secret Revealed in the West Woods
Chapter 3
As I came home on Goldsweep, I thought of all the places of my home, or places around me, that would have a single trace of of my parents left.
I stopped suddenly. Our old house! I dashed the other way toward the West Woods. But, when I did find out about my parents, what would I do? Would I just live with them? Or, was there even a reason my grandparent didn't want to know about them? But still, I had to find my true blood.
How would I ever know where they lived? Well, I'd been living with my parents until I was three. Something happened, but I didn't know what. Were they actual wizards, and blocked my memory of anything that happened? Now, that would be harsh for a parent to do. But I've overheard my grandparents talking about the West Woods, saying that my parents and me had lived there.
"Hello? Anyone there? Mother? Father. It's me, Meadow.", I said nervously, because the mansion we lived in had changed over the years. I was forbidden to go here, and now, I can see why. It was too dangerous probably.
There was a fountain, with never ending, flowing water. There was black drapes over windows, a black castle.
I was, actually scared. Something horrible had happened over the years. I crept inside anyways.
That's when I really knew this was my old home. There was a picture of me, a gloomy looking baby, wearing a lack dress, as if I was forced to be sitting down. There was no smiles in any of the pictures. Especially one of them.
There was a drape, revealing an ugly man. He had no nose. His skin was almost a light green. And his eyes gleamed red, wearing a type of gown almost. Whoever this was, he must have destroyed our humble home, and even hung a picture of himself.
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But then, there was another picture, of a woman. She was also wearing dark, black clothes. She seemed so proud of herself. Who could this ever be?
But then, at the bottom of the portrait, was a name. Then I understood. I understood everything. The first picture was an evil man. There was, even another picture, where all three of us was together, none of us even smiling. Which in fact, made me wonder something.
The second picture was Bellatrix Lestrange. Which meant.........
I was her daughter. And his daughter. I fainted.
I stopped suddenly. Our old house! I dashed the other way toward the West Woods. But, when I did find out about my parents, what would I do? Would I just live with them? Or, was there even a reason my grandparent didn't want to know about them? But still, I had to find my true blood.
How would I ever know where they lived? Well, I'd been living with my parents until I was three. Something happened, but I didn't know what. Were they actual wizards, and blocked my memory of anything that happened? Now, that would be harsh for a parent to do. But I've overheard my grandparents talking about the West Woods, saying that my parents and me had lived there.
"Hello? Anyone there? Mother? Father. It's me, Meadow.", I said nervously, because the mansion we lived in had changed over the years. I was forbidden to go here, and now, I can see why. It was too dangerous probably.
There was a fountain, with never ending, flowing water. There was black drapes over windows, a black castle.
I was, actually scared. Something horrible had happened over the years. I crept inside anyways.
That's when I really knew this was my old home. There was a picture of me, a gloomy looking baby, wearing a lack dress, as if I was forced to be sitting down. There was no smiles in any of the pictures. Especially one of them.
There was a drape, revealing an ugly man. He had no nose. His skin was almost a light green. And his eyes gleamed red, wearing a type of gown almost. Whoever this was, he must have destroyed our humble home, and even hung a picture of himself.
hd direct
But then, there was another picture, of a woman. She was also wearing dark, black clothes. She seemed so proud of herself. Who could this ever be?
But then, at the bottom of the portrait, was a name. Then I understood. I understood everything. The first picture was an evil man. There was, even another picture, where all three of us was together, none of us even smiling. Which in fact, made me wonder something.
The second picture was Bellatrix Lestrange. Which meant.........
I was her daughter. And his daughter. I fainted.
