Lestrange: Cursed Reflection

Introduction: Hidden Memories

"Buying souvenirs?" She asked her son who had just finished handing a Galleon to an older wizard.

"No. I bet on Bulgaria, they're sure to win over the idiot Irish." He rolled his eyes and stuffed a parchment into his pocket. "Hello Ferra." Malfoy smirked looking his cousin up and down seemingly judging her appearance. "I see America hasn't treated you well."

"Yes and I see that being a spoiled brat hasn't been treating you well either." She retorted back to him, gaining a dirty look from both him and Narcissa.

"Play nice you two. Where's your father?"

"Last I saw he was chatting with Barty Crouch."

"Well I'm going to find him. Why don't you show Ferra around a bit. Introduce her to some of your friends." Honora crossed her arms thinking that meeting equally terrible people like her cousin wasn't the most fun thing in the world but they both agreed hesitantly while Narcissa ran off.

The two of them walked in silence for a moment until Honora spotted another vendor rushing over to buy something for herself. Malfoy scoffed at her excitement thinking she was stupid to buy such things and frowned when she returned with a green and white scarf that paired awfully nice with her outfit.

"I wouldn't be wearing that if I were you. They're going to lose."

"There's tons of people wearing Irish, Malfoy. You're going the one going to look thick after they win and you've been talking nonstop about them losing."

"Whatever–look there. The Weasel bunch."

"The who?" He didn't answer instead pushed past people to a group of redheads, all sporting Irish colors and laughing amongst themselves.

"Going to the nosebleed section Weasel?" A tall lanky boy whipped his head around at the sound of Malfoy's voice. Honora immediately shot him a dirty look at the way he spoke to the group of people. "Mind your own Malfoy." He spat back his eyes looking at him with daggers. By now the whole lot of them turned around to the pair. The red haired family were accompanied by a bushy brown haired girl and another boy with jet black hair and glasses. Only the boy with glasses seemed to pay any attention to Honora who stood behind Malfoy scowling his way.

"Yeah well we're in the Minister's box. Away from blood traitors and mudbloods like yourselves." Draco shot the brown haired girl a look before swiftly getting elbowed in the stomach by Honora. The group in front of them broke out in laughter as Draco winced and let out a yelp, especially the twins who thought her gesture was especially amusing. Malfoy shot them all disproving looks before stalking away.

"Oh um–I'm sorry." Honora blankly stated feeling a bit awkward as the large group of kids in front of her all stared. She bit her lip and scurried after her cousin afraid to lose him in the crowd.

"What was that?"

"You're asking me!"

"Well yeah, you can't just call someone that, especially in a group this large! You're bound to get yourself a broken nose. .Why don't we find your parents." Honora's face began to heat up with anger she knew that he was prejudiced but calling a muggle born a mudblood was simply not right. Draco rolled his eyes but they continued upward to the Ministry seating.

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Honora awoke in her bed feeling not rested whatsoever from the night before. The Irish seemed to celebrate all night long, which had been fun at first but it still hadn't ended. Yet, the partying was not what woke her up, she smelled the faintest smell of smoke, which she figured might've been the fireplace burning out but it seemed to get stronger by the second. She changed quickly and picked up her wand on her nightstand before heading out to see what the smell was. Honora had assumed that at the very worst their house elf had burned the breakfast food but she gasped as the tent had been set afire.