Now Discontinued- Proelia
written by ♫Aequoreal♫
Fanfiction-Atria Lestrange has been through struggles all her life. Forced to be someone she's not. Now's the time for her to be herself.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
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347
Atria
Chapter 1
Coming to school at age 11 with an already branded arm, did not look good. She pretended to be a good obedient daughter, but she hated her mother with a passion. Bellatrix Lestrange- yes that's right, Bellatrix never went to Azkaban, her cloned self did- was the most evil person that Atria could imagine. She suddenly thought back to last night.
"Atria!" Bellatrix called. "Come here!"
Atria froze in fear. She knew what was coming and had no way to stop it. Still, she didn't come. The door swang open and the witch walked in. She grabbed Atria's arm roughly and took her upstairs. There, on the armchair was Lord Voldemort. Atria shuddered involuntary.
"Come here," he rasped. Atria felt some force pull her towards him. He pressed his wand to her arm and a snaking tattoo appeared. She whimpered in pain. That's when the crucio was used. Atria was tortured by her mother.
That was yesterday, Atria thought, that's all behind me now. She knew, though, that nothing could be the same. She was a Death Eater. The tears escaped as little Atria curled up in her compartment. There was a knock on the door and Atria wiped her tears away.
"Come in," she called in a falsely cheery voice. The trio walked in and Atria froze in horror. Right there was Harry Potter. Oh no. She didn't know legilimency. What was she to do?
"Atria!" Bellatrix called. "Come here!"
Atria froze in fear. She knew what was coming and had no way to stop it. Still, she didn't come. The door swang open and the witch walked in. She grabbed Atria's arm roughly and took her upstairs. There, on the armchair was Lord Voldemort. Atria shuddered involuntary.
"Come here," he rasped. Atria felt some force pull her towards him. He pressed his wand to her arm and a snaking tattoo appeared. She whimpered in pain. That's when the crucio was used. Atria was tortured by her mother.
That was yesterday, Atria thought, that's all behind me now. She knew, though, that nothing could be the same. She was a Death Eater. The tears escaped as little Atria curled up in her compartment. There was a knock on the door and Atria wiped her tears away.
"Come in," she called in a falsely cheery voice. The trio walked in and Atria froze in horror. Right there was Harry Potter. Oh no. She didn't know legilimency. What was she to do?
