Lestrange: Cursed Reflection

Chapter 3: Working with Family

"Alright then. I'll leave you to it." She began to turn to leave once more but look back over her shoulder. "Malfoy, if you need help. ." He nodded to her with the slightest hint of appreciation in his face before they both turned back to their thoughts. Honora continued to leave thinking about what the cabinet actually was, she'd never seen anything like it before.

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"Keep up Honora!" Bellatrix shrieked to Honora as they flew toward Diagon Alley. Honora was a terrible flier, no broom or anything to support her made her unbelievably airsick so it was hard to keep up with the others. They'd flown all the way from Malfoy Manor and were now entering London, it was the first time they'd flown this far–partially to go undetected and also to make a quick getaway if someone somehow put anti-disappartation charms on the building.

London was beautiful, Honora always thought muggles had done an excellent job with architecture. She'd seen several major big cities in America but London was the first city outside she'd seen. But Honora watched as they flew through the London sky, dark thunderclouds followed in behind them covering the city in darkness. She followed behind her mother, Fenrir and Dolohov down closer and closer to the ground.

Bellatrix's harsh shrieking laughter filled the air once more as they swooped past and around muggles knocking them to the ground. Though they couldn't see them, Honora still felt bad for the muggles. How odd it would be for some invisible thing to push you over. She couldn't say anything, all she could do was follow her mother and the others lead as they demolished buildings, roads, cars and just about everything around them as they tore through the streets.

Honora's heart dropped to her stomach as the four came across a bridge. She hoped more than anything they'd just leave it be, but who was she kidding. Bellatrix flew down and shot a spell into the suspenders of the bridge. One by one they started to break with loud snaps, and the muggles down below broke into chaotic panic. The bridge was clearly going to break in a matter of moments as the ground shifted, bricks and asphalt cracked and lines continued to snap. Screams of muggles filled the air as it finally collapsed and fell into the channel at least a fifty meters below. Honora waved her hand, slowing their falls but that was all she could do, she couldn't hesitate or stop or even think of what else to do with her mother just ahead, practically watching her every move.

They flew into the pub known as 'The Leaky Cauldron', through the bar and came into Diagon Alley rapidly bursting through the brick wall that protected it. Some witches screamed as the black smoke zipped by knowing who had just entered the alley but most dodged into nearby shops or walkways, praying not to have an altercation with the Death Eaters. Luckily the shop they entered no one was in except the owner. Garrick Ollivander.

"Ello' Olli. Long time no see."

"B-Bellatrix Lestrange. It has been a long time. I see you've still the wand you p-purchased here–twelve and three quarters long, bendy, made of walnut and d-dragon heartstring. .Dolohov, Fenrir. .and I don't think we've the chance to meet Miss Honora–"

"Stop talking!" Bellatrix waved her wand sending the old man tumbling into one of the tall shelves. Boxes of wands fell off the shelf, shooting off bright sparks as they crashed into the ground alongside Ollivander.

"Come on old man, you've got a meeting with the Dark Lord."

Honora awoke from yet another nightmare, covered in sweat but still shivering. Her head pounded as she sat up, the dark room filled with snores of the other seventh year girls. She got up out of bed, refusing to go back into her nightmare filled sleep. Again she walked down into the common room, hoping to find Harry sitting in front of the fire as he often did but he wasn't there.