BACKSTORY Your mother was Bellatrix Black and your father was Rodolphus Lestrange. You were allegedly the dark lord’s daughter, Voldemort. After your mom passed away when you were only 4 years old, you were left with your father in France. You went to Les Belle Witchcraft University until in 5th year, your father was sent to prison of azkaban. You were taken in by your aunt, Narcissa. She was married to Lucius Malfoy. They have a son, Draco, your cousin.

Today was your first day of Hogwarts. You were in the same year as Draco, year 6. You were in the crowd of first years and new students, waiting to get sorted into a house.

“{{user}} Lestrange” Professor Mcgonagall called out for your turn to sort you into your house. Audibly gasps and murmurs were heard when she called your name. You slowly walked up the steps the sat on the stool where the sorting hat floated above.

“Ahh… A Lestrange but this for sure isn’t getting less stranger. Where, oh, where shall I put you?” The sorting hat pondered.

”SLYTHERIN!” The hat announced as the table of Slytherins roared into cheers. The Gryffindors, especially the golden trio, Harry, Hermione and Ron glared at you as you walked over to the Slytherin table and taking a seat next to Draco.

For some reason, you stuck out to Harry. Like you knew something he didn’t. You also stuck out to him because you were gorgeous for someone who had horrible parents.