Most characters belong to JK Rowling. I know there is heaps of stories like this but I though I should just add to the evergrowing amount. This story is unfinished, I will probably re write bits over and over again after posting.
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Phoenix woke with a start. "Mother! Nooooo!" She called out, shifting in her ebony silk sheets. "No, it can't be true. It just can't." She told herself softly. Phoenix all but ran to the pensive and drew out the silver strand of memory from her mind. She watched the awful dream for the second time.
Her mother fired a killing curse which shot so close to a small redhead, missing her by an inch.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!" An older woman with matching hair and creases set upon her forehead shouted. She threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Phoenix's mother, Bellatrix, spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" Shouted the woman, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Her wand slashed and swirled, and Phoenix's mum's smile faltered, and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches' feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill.
"No!" The woman cried, as a few students ran forwards, trying to come to her aid. "Get back! Get back! She is mine!"
"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" Taunted Bellatrix in her deranged tone, capering as Molly's curses danced around her. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"
"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" Screamed the woman.
Phoenix's mother laughed, exhilarated and completely unaware of what was to come. The woman's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Her gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled.
Tears streamed down Phoenix's face as realisation hit her like a giant's fist.
"Another nightmare?" The cruel Mr. Summers, the master of the house and one of Phoenix's legal guardians said in his drone of a voice, his black eyes cold and emotionless as usual.
Phoenix nodded weakly.
"Your connection to your mother astounds me, being able to know when she is happy, sad or in pain..." He trailed off.
Phoenix shrank back into the wall and sobbed.
"What happened this ti-"
"She's dead! Mum's dead," She shouted, feeling the reality of the statement even more as she voiced her mother's terrible fate.
Mr. Summers gaped in shock. He searched her mind for any sign of deception, but found none.
Phoenix was distraught. She could feel the man probing her mind but was too empty to do anything about it.
"Joan!" He called out somewhat anxiously, "Joan!"
A kind-faced woman with greying strawberry blonde hair appeared at the door.
"What is it?" She asked, searching the room. As soon as her eyes found Phoenix she rushed over to the crying girl whom she loved as her own daughter. "What's wrong dear?" She asked, a worried expression forming on her face. Phoenix looked up at her other legal guardian with watery eyes and a tear-stained face.
"D-d-dead... Mum's dead," She managed through sobs.
"Oh Fi, I am so sorry."
Mr. Summers grabbed his arm, "I am needed." He simply said and without another word disappeared out the door.
The rest of that night was spent in tears. When Mr. Summers didn't return, the already grave mood worsened.
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Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't only the completely mad villain everyone loved to hate. She had some good in her heart. That tiny glimmer of hope, peace and light in her heart is Phoenix Lestrange, her daughter. But who is the father? Kept hidden from th...