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November 17th 1926, Reinhard Lestrange had an offspring the only daughter in the Lestrange family. ( at that time )

They named her Avella. Avella Atria Lestrange

Avella has grown up rich, richer than many others. She was born into a family of luxury and wealth. Everybody knows about the Lestrange family and who they are. Including Avella. The all tend to practice the Dark Arts and believe in the notion of pure-blood supremacy, disdaining Muggles and Muggle-borns. And so, Avella believed this under the influence of her mother and father.

She was homeschooled since she was seven. Never getting the chance to venture in the outside world. So her only friend was books. She detested books, but it kept her company.

The weird thing about the Lestrange family is that you are never to see them. Never hear the words spoken in their walls. This imprinted on young Avella's mind to be independent, she has a mind of the thirty year old by the time she was nine. Her father and mother never had the time to be with their daughter, so she was to rather fend for herself.

She was intelligent, seeming she has extra schooling, mainly in the dark arts.

Everyday. She'd look out the window reaching all the way to the ceiling with large black draped curtains. Wondering who and what is out there that she couldn't possibly be near?

Was it muggles?

But the time has come, when she struck eleven on a cold winter morning an owl fluttered through the window and to the west drawing room where her mother and father rest, she was there having tea with them until the bird gave her the tiny letter to Miss Lestrange.

"What letter is this?!" Her mother snatched the dry letter from her grasp

"Mother it's addressed to me, and me only. I shall only read it on my own accord" she stood up for herself

"Don't be so daft, Vella. I am to read" she picked up her spectacles as Reinhard looked eager to know what the letter was about.

"Well dear? What does the letter say?" He asked in his armchair

Her eyes went wide.

"Our daughter has been accepted into Hogwarts." She lowered the letter making Avella snatch it back as she skimmed over the words

"I'm going." She concluded

"Nonsense, what about the Beauxbaton school for girls, more your attire don't you think?" Her mother looked at her

"No. I will not attend that unworthy school, Hogwarts is where I shall go to." Avella said

"So be it. She will attend Hogwarts, dear" her father smiled dearly

They weren't the ones to show affection in a physical manner. So they secured her place, at Hogwarts, but she knew they had already started the year so she'd be late. But she didn't care, anywhere far from the Lestrange manor is to her liking.

And the next few days, she packed her things along with her owl and went by broom to the steps of Hogwarts. She didn't feel nerves, being stuck in a house full of emotionless people she too became accustomed to no emotion.

There she was greeted by an old frail man who called himself Professor Dumbledore. Avella thought most weird about him. He was indeed a very peculiar person. It was early evening and he was going to announce the arrival of her. He went behind the great doors and closed them, leaving Avella to think for herself.  She'd never been with other people her age. It's something her parents would of forbade her to do in summer or even before school.

"Please welcome our newest member to Hogwarts!" I heard someone else's voice shout

The wooden doors swung open to reveal countless eyes trailing the girl. She was not to care. She just tutted and walked down the aisle like it was the runway, not making eye contact with a single person in the room.

Once she has gotten to the stool a hat was placed ontop of her, to her distaste it was an old overused one. What that going to do?

"Hm. Potential...oh yes, a lot. Strong minded little one aren't you? Very strong indeed, your mind is powerful dear. Very advanced beyond any first year understanding I must say...you are difficult unlike I've sorted before, not Hufflepuff, potentially Ravenclaw, hm. But no. Slytherin is a good fit for you, you possess the character for Slytherin.... In that case Slytherin will be the best. Slytherin!" The hat shouted

The green house jumped in joy as the girl hopped down and rushed over to the people there, all accept one person was clapping, one who sat with a stern face, not even dare to look up from the daily prophet.

She sat next to a pretty girl, the name Dorea Black.

"Hey! Welcome to Slytherin, the best house obviously. There's my brother with his mates, that Orion" she said proudly

"What about me, Rea? Care to introduce?" Said another girl sitting opposite

"Oh yeah that my sister, Lucretia." replied Dorea

"Call me Cretia" The girl exclaimed

Avella just nodded in reply, she didn't know how to interact with people much. Everyone fawned over Avella, she was seen as amiable to Slytherin. She caught the eye of a boy now staring at her, the same boy who didn't clap and didn't even smile. Which was abnormal. They stared at each other, like they had never seen another human before.

"Who's that?" Miss Lestrange asked eagerly

"Who's that? Oh, Merlin, that's the infamous Tom Riddle. He's awfully hard to get through to. Always shuts you down, always rude and never even acknowledges you. But very smart though." Lucretia whispered

"What talent does he have or does he have a talent of being an absolute fiend?" Avella joked

All the girls around her laughed slightly until everyone was stunned with a certain reply

"You find that this 'fiend' is more than you think." The boy shot back

"Well why don't you go and prove it" the little Lestrange hissed back

The knows boy as Tom Riddle scoffed and turned away.

The girls turned back to Avella and gasped

"He never butts into people's conversations like that, and never starts them." Dorea says

"Well even if he is like that I wouldn't even care to acknowledge him in the same way even if he was the last thing on earth" Lestrange joked

But Avella examined the boy eating. She was intrigued. Why? He was different. Very unordinary.

And reader was this going to be a ride.

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Started a Tom fanfic again! Hope you enjoy reading!

——MINKSSS