Voldemort's Daughter
written by ♡Aℓσнα♡
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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Evil or Not, Who Cares?
Chapter 5
Where was I to go again? The woods, my old house, where? I was going to be going to Mike's house.
I didn't take Goldsweep. It wasn't a long way anyway. Instead, I took a 10 minute walk to his house, at the edge of the light wood.
"Mike, who are my parents? My last name is Lestrange. And I believe I'm the daughter of monsters, right?", I yelled, when he opened the door.
He gulped. "Well, um, you see, your parents are wizards. Like I am. I lied the other night, but it seems you already know. Your parents aren't exactly the nicest wizards on the block. They-they're evil.", he said, blurting everything out.
I started to cry out of no where. I turned around, sat on a tree stump, and sat there. I wasn't crying anymore no, no streaks of tears climbing down my face anymore. I was just thinking. Just thinking.
As the night came by, the moonlight drifting away from me, I kept thinking. Mike offered for me to come inside, but I told him no. I wasn't in the mood for anything.
I sat, thinking. Thinking, why should I ever care that my parents are evil? I should love them for who they are. It's ok if I'm not close with them. Maybe, maybe it's for the best! But I'll meet them one day. Oh one day I will.
As I sat, I looked around Mike's beautiful front yard. Oh, how the lush trees seemed to curve into such a grace, the dim moonlight giving way for the sun to open it's eyes, to a fresh new day.
I got up, and smiled.
Everything else was a blur. But I still remember.
I knocked on Mike's door, and gave a kiss quickly, which left him dumbfounded when I left.
Then I dashed through to my parent's home, and decided to clean the place up a bit. Why eave it like this? So, I scrubbed for hours, until the sunrise peeked in. I smiled once again.
After that, I went to those old people I call family and took my belongings, and lived in my parents' home.
I don't care what you think. No, I'm not a Slytherin or whatever it was called. I'm something you call a Gryffindor.
So good bye!
I didn't take Goldsweep. It wasn't a long way anyway. Instead, I took a 10 minute walk to his house, at the edge of the light wood.
"Mike, who are my parents? My last name is Lestrange. And I believe I'm the daughter of monsters, right?", I yelled, when he opened the door.
He gulped. "Well, um, you see, your parents are wizards. Like I am. I lied the other night, but it seems you already know. Your parents aren't exactly the nicest wizards on the block. They-they're evil.", he said, blurting everything out.
I started to cry out of no where. I turned around, sat on a tree stump, and sat there. I wasn't crying anymore no, no streaks of tears climbing down my face anymore. I was just thinking. Just thinking.
As the night came by, the moonlight drifting away from me, I kept thinking. Mike offered for me to come inside, but I told him no. I wasn't in the mood for anything.
I sat, thinking. Thinking, why should I ever care that my parents are evil? I should love them for who they are. It's ok if I'm not close with them. Maybe, maybe it's for the best! But I'll meet them one day. Oh one day I will.
As I sat, I looked around Mike's beautiful front yard. Oh, how the lush trees seemed to curve into such a grace, the dim moonlight giving way for the sun to open it's eyes, to a fresh new day.
I got up, and smiled.
Everything else was a blur. But I still remember.
I knocked on Mike's door, and gave a kiss quickly, which left him dumbfounded when I left.
Then I dashed through to my parent's home, and decided to clean the place up a bit. Why eave it like this? So, I scrubbed for hours, until the sunrise peeked in. I smiled once again.
After that, I went to those old people I call family and took my belongings, and lived in my parents' home.
I don't care what you think. No, I'm not a Slytherin or whatever it was called. I'm something you call a Gryffindor.
So good bye!
