𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

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From a very young age Ravenna Lestrange had a comprehensive understanding of the darkness that surrounded her. She had felt it the moment she had been born. The times Ravenna spent with her mother before her incarceration were brief, but even as an infant she could sense the coldness in her mother's touch. Bellatrix wasn't gentle like a mother should be; she was brash and unapologetic. It was only two years before she taken under the protection of the Malfoy's.

Living at the Malfoy Manor was an odd experience. She remembers the times she had with the Malfoy's. The loud, lighthearted smile of the blonde boy, the mischievous glint in the younger girl's eyes, and the drastic difference between her own mother and Narcissa. Her aunt had a distinct, contrasting aura to her mother. She never felt warmth from Bellatrix like the one she desperately clung to of Narcissa.

She'd found solace in stargazing with Astra, and exploring the gardens of the Malfoy Manor with Draco. She'd keep score while the two twins played Quidditch together, Astra almost always winning, until she felt bad and let Draco take the lead. She loved decorating her room with Astra and Narcissa. She finally felt at ease. She had a home, and she never planned on leaving. Until the age of ten, of course.

At the age of ten, the orders were let out that Bellatrix wanted her daughter to live with more "committed" Death-Eaters. As the years went on, she learned the "committed" Death-Eaters, were the most vile and cruel people she'd ever met. They had no tolerance for any mistake, earning her many punishments, that tended to be very painful.

She jumped from house to house of the Sacred 28, where she met Theodore Nott. They instantly connected. They had been attached at the hip whenever they were together. He had taken care of her when she felt trapped in her own mind, and made sure she was sufficiently fed. They had a platonic love that nothing could ever break.

If Ravenna was anything, she was prepared. She had her guard up, and made it her mission to be able to defend herself. She felt out of control in everything around her, the least she could do was protect herself. She never had the freedom she desired, the freedom most kids her age would get. She never had a say, never had a choice, and never had a chance. Starting at the age of eleven, her life would change more than she'd ever known. She never had a constant.

That's when she felt the kindness of the sun. The sun would always bid her good morning and good night. It never expected anything of her, it never asked anything, and it always came back. She'd sometimes stay up late at night and bask in the sorrow and worry that the sun would never come back, but it always did. Even when it disappeared, it always returned to her, and she longed for someone like that.

Her time in life between the ages of thirteen and fourteen are blurred, but she can never seem to remember why. She cataloged every moment, never sure when she would make it out of the darkness. She feared to be like her mother; cold and rigid. She may have spent the majority of her life protecting herself from others, but her greatest feats came from within. She took out all of her plights and faults on herself, whether it be with food, or a blade.

Ravenna had been searching her whole life to find her sun, something that would light a fire in her. She felt desperate for a flame, something that would give her a feeling of safety, and maybe even genuine happiness. If she had ever felt it, she would hope to never forget.