EVERYONE WAS STARING. Of course they were. I looked so much like her. Who is the "her" we are talking about? My mother. The one and only. Bellatrix LeStrange. The murderer. The deatheater. A supporter....of Voldemort. My father. Only know one knew that part.
My mothers one true love was Voldemort. Rodolphus was just there for public reasons. Not love.
My name is Jocelyn LeStrange. I am in year 3. I skipped all the other ones. Right now I'm shopping with Lucius and Draco. I am in the same year as Draco. And Harry Potter. As I was walking I saw red heads trying not to stare, but failing. Lucuis talks of them. They are the Weasly's. Or as they call them 'blood-traitors". This is a stereotype. The people staring are stereotyped. We kept on walking, spite the people. We walked by a boy holding a toad. He was silently crying. As i do sometimes. Something just draws me to him. As though I want to comfort him. He watched as we walked by.
I didn't know that he would one day save me.
