MidReal Story
Legacy of Shadows
Scenario: Write a script based on Harry Potter. Ella is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. Ella is in Slytherin. Ella is close friends with the golden trio since first year. She has never told them who she is related to. Until now.
Create my version of this story
Harry Potter
the third member of the golden trio and another close friend to Ella, brave and determined.
Hermione Granger
one of Ella's closest friends from Gryffindor, part of the golden trio, intelligent and brave.
Ron Weasley
another close friend from Gryffindor and part of the golden trio, loyal and humorous.
I was a Black.
I was a Slytherin.
I was a daughter of the most feared witch in the wizarding world.
And I was terrified.
The war had been going on for years, and it seemed like it would never end.
The Death Eaters were getting bolder, and the Order of the Phoenix was getting more desperate.
It felt like every day there was a new attack, a new death, a new reason to be afraid.
And through it all, I had managed to keep my secret hidden from everyone at Hogwarts.
I had managed to keep my friends from finding out who I really was, and I had managed to keep myself from being dragged into the war that my mother had started.
But as the tension in the wizarding world grew, I knew that it was only a matter of time before everything fell apart.
And when it did, I didn’t know if I would be able to survive it.
My mind raced as I tried to keep up with everything that she was telling us, but it was hard to focus when the war was raging on outside the walls of Hogwarts and I was sitting between two members of the Golden Trio.
Hermione was one of my best friends, and I knew that I could trust her with almost anything.
But there were some secrets that I would never be able to share with her, no matter how close we were.
I had spent my entire life living in the shadow of my mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most feared witches in the wizarding world.
But most people didn’t know that Bellatrix had a daughter.
And if they ever found out, I knew that they wouldn’t believe me when I told them that she was also a Black.
Or that Sirius Black was my cousin.
I did everything I could to keep my identity a secret, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend that the war wasn’t about me.
It was getting harder and harder to pretend that I didn’t know what my mother was capable of.
I had heard the rumors about the attacks on Muggles, about the bridges that had been destroyed and the bodies that had been left in their wake.
I had heard the whispers of a new Dark Lord rising to power, trying to finish what Voldemort had started all those years ago.
And I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the war came knocking on Hogwarts’ door once again.
It was hard not to be afraid, knowing everything that we knew.
It was hard not to be terrified of what was coming next.
I didn’t know how much longer I could survive this, knowing that I had blood on my hands even though I had never met my mother before.
I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend that it didn’t bother me when people called me by her name instead of my own.
But more than anything, I didn’t know how much longer I could keep my friends safe from a war that was already raging on around us.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, but nothing changed.
I spent my days studying and my nights worrying about everything that was going on around us.
I spent my days pretending to be someone else, someone who wasn’t carrying around an enormous weight on her shoulders every time she heard about another attack on another innocent family.
I spent my days pretending not to care when Harry talked about finding and destroying the Horcruxes once and for all, even though I knew that it would mean facing Bellatrix head-on.
I spent my days pretending not to care when Ron held my hand a little too tightly or Hermione gave me a hug that lasted just a little too long, even though they were just trying to take care of me.
They were innocent and they were good, two things that I would never be able to say about myself again.
Nothing had changed.
Nothing would change.
The world would keep on turning no matter what happened next.
And I would keep on pretending that everything was going to be okay.
I sat at our usual table in the library with my usual friends, trying to find some small comfort in the one place where I felt safe.
But even there, I couldn’t escape the whispers of the approaching end.
The world outside the castle walls had grown so loud that it felt like it was knocking on our door, trying to break through the protective barrier that kept us safe from the wars that were being fought beyond our reach.
It felt like we were back in the middle of the first war, before Bellatrix and her husband had been sent to Azkaban and The Dark Lord had disappeared for good.
Hogwarts was no longer the haven that it used to be, and safety was no longer something that any of us could afford to take for granted.
The halls were eerily quiet as students and teachers alike prepared for battle, trying to decide whether their loyalty lay with The Dark Lord or with The Order of the Phoenix.
The school had been nearly empty since the year had started, with parents choosing to keep their children home rather than risk their safety with everything that was going on in the wizarding world.
But it had only gotten worse as the year went on, with more and more students disappearing without a trace, leaving behind nothing but the memories of what could have been.
Hogwarts had always been known to be a place where even the darkest hearts could find hope if they looked hard enough.
It had always been a place where love triumphed over evil in the end, and where even the worst kinds of people could find redemption if they really wanted it.
But it seemed like those days were long gone and that Hogwarts had changed just as much as the rest of the world had changed around it.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if it would ever be able to go back to the way it used to be.
“Do you think we should leave soon?”
Hermione asked, looking up at me with those big brown eyes that I loved so much.
Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck, and she looked tired in a way that she never used to look when we were back at Grimmauld Place for the summer.
“I don’t know,” I said with a frown before I turned my eyes back to the book in front of me, trying to focus on the words instead of everything else that was going on around us.
I didn’t know what we were going to do or where we were going to go, but I knew that something had to change soon before I lost my mind completely.I smiled when I caught Ron’s eye over the top of the book I was pretending to read, and he grinned back at me before he went back to his own book with a quiet laugh.
I loved them more than anything else in the world, and I knew that they would be there for me no matter what happened next.
I had always known that one day I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret anymore, but I could never have imagined that the end would come so quickly.
At first, it had been easy enough for me to keep my secret hidden away from the world around me, but it was getting harder and harder for me to do that as each day passed and it became clearer and clearer that the days when everything could stay hidden away were long gone.
People were whispering about it all over the castle now, with some people saying that the Death Eaters had already gotten inside and others saying that it was only a matter of time before they did.
And I didn’t know what to think about it all or what I was supposed to do now that everything that I knew had changed so much so quickly.
I was almost old enough to join the fight, but I wasn’t old enough yet, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in the meantime.
I would never be able to sit back and watch as the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters destroyed everything that I held dear, but there was nothing that I could do to stop them from doing it either.
There was no way that I was going to let anyone else tell me what to do or who I was supposed to be, and I wasn’t about to let the Dark Lord or his followers do that to me either.
I wasn’t going to let myself become another pawn in their game, no matter how much they wanted me to.
They might have been able to find me after all this time, but that didn’t mean that they would be able to control me now that they knew who and where I was.
I thought about all of these things as I sat on the floor in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room with my best friends, Ron and Hermione, around me.
The world outside of the common room was cold and dark, with snow falling so heavily that it was impossible to see anything outside of the castle walls.
But inside of the common room it was warm and cozy, with a fire roaring in the hearth and casting flickering shadows over everything around it.
It was quiet, too, with most of the other students out of bed and tucked away for the night already, leaving us alone together in the way that we always liked best.
I looked down at my book again, trying to focus on the words and what they were telling me, but I couldn’t quite keep my mind where it was supposed to be, not with everything else that was going on around us.
“Ella,” Hermione said softly after a moment, reaching out a hand to touch my arm gently.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said quickly with a shake of my head.
“I’m just worried about what’s going to happen next.”
