Bellatrix' daughter.

Neville saw her everyday, they were only months apart in age and she looked so much like the crazy Black that was her mother. He couldn't help but be reminded of what Bellatrix LeStrange did to his parents.

He knew it wasn't her fault specifically but her resemblance to her mother triggered him so he was never able to speak to her.

The girl was one of the quiet ones, which was a surprise while her cousin, Draco Malfoy, was the loudest of them all.

Neville shook his head and his gaze moved towards her as she sat down in the courtyard with a couple of Ravenclaws that you were close too. He couldn't remove his gaze. You seemed like such a happy girl... it was almost cute in his opinion but why did you deserve happiness when he couldn't find any?

He huffed out before he left the courtyard to find Luna, he didn't want to deal with this anymore.

One day during Christmas break, the Great Hall had been decorated and Neville was sitting at the Gryiffindor table by himself, eating breakfast.

He heard someone sit down across from him, who was it? He thought before looking up and seeing you, Bellatrix' daughter...

Ugh, she just had to ruin my nice breakfast?

"Um hello?" He asked, closed off a bit. He really needed to stop being so cruel to her... this was not the way he ever acted around anyone.

"Hi!" She said in an unusually cheerful voice. "I want to be your friend... so you stop looking at me with such dislike when I'm not... her." She paused. "Let's me prove to you I am not like my mother."