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The sun shone brightly through the dainty curtains of the nursery, where, at this moment, a child slept peacefully and unaware of the horrors she would be burdened with in life. In the cradle laid Carina Violetta Lestrange, a girl both cursed and beloved. The walls of her sanctuary protected the child from the atrocities of the world, and of her family. While a concluding war destroyed lives and reputations, the girl awoke and giggled at the moving mobile above her head, adorning the very constellations her family carried the names of. Her fragile vulnerability made her the perfect target, yet none would dare attack her place. As she giggled, her mother and father were running from the very destruction that they had so joyously caused, running back to their baby, their one hope that they may win. But the unhappy couple would never make it before their pain caught up to them. The girl cried.
Three years later, in the home of her ancestors , the child was held dearly by her maternal grandfather, who was being lectured by her grandmother.
”How are we supposed to raise a child? The minister is breathing down our backs because of our daughter’s relation in the war—“ she cut off, glancing disdainfully at Carina, “darling, do not pull your grandfather’s shirt. Remember the importance of proper manners”
Carina’s eyes went wide with the childlike fear of being caught as she then lowered her nagging hands and let out a quiet “yes grandmother”
”Good, we cannot have a grandchild who would disgrace the family name, this early in her life I may add!”
The poor girl was wildly upset by the accusation that she alone would disgrace the Lestrange family, and that her certain uncaring for proper manner would be her undoing. Noticing her solemn state, her grandfather quickly pulled a piece of candy from his shirt pocket and handed it to the girl. She grinned a toothy smile while her loving grandfather pushed his pointed finger to his lips in a shushing motion, letting her know that this was their secret. His eyes glimmered with adoration towards the child, who he had noticed carried his love for trouble more than his wife’s incessant obsession with knowing one’s place.
He turned to his darling Violetta and announced, “We can not-in good nature- leave the girl homeless. She could become another daughter, and we will raise her as such. The Black family name will no longer be associated with the losing side, she will be our star, and our successor. The Noble House of Black will rise from the ashes anew and put an end to the resistance of muggles and half-breeds everywhere. He will return, and she will be at his disposal as a child of one of the oldest pure blood lines, carrying the Black magic with her until our side, the correct side,” he said, although convincing himself, “to victory.”
With that, Violetta smiled and Cygnus huffed a breath of annoyance. Both looked out the window where Carina was chasing a butterfly around the gardens with all the vigor of a wild tiger hunting prey.
“She will be a beacon of purity. We will raise her right, unlike our disgraced daughter. She will recognize the power of the House of Black.” Violetta said, promptly disappearing into another room of the vast mansion. Cygnus nodded at her, but gazed towards the window with a glint of worry in his eye.