𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒; 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝟒𝟓. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭

ANASTASIA VEGA LESTRANGE was an unhinged person.

"You bet?" The future travelers chuckled humourlessly as they looked at an unbothered Anastasia, who looked rather proud at the title.

Well, she couldn't do anything about it.

It was in her blood.

Anastasia clenched her jaw.

Blood, the word rang into her ears.

The blood which cursed her.

The blood which cursed her mother.

Bellatrix looked confused as if she isn't already.

The blood which destroyed her family.

The blood which will continue to curse her family for centuries.

That's why, when Anastasia got to know about her family's past and her fate.

"What is it, Anastasia?" Narcissa implored.

"Why don't you ask that wretched monster?" Anastasia retorted glancing at Walburga.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, little girl." Walburga warned.

"Of course, you wouldn't, you can't be me after all, foolish witch." Anastasia clicked her tongue.

She decided to fix it all.

But everything is not as it seems, it was not going accordingly but it was going correctly.

Her mother, Bellatrix Melanie Lestrange neé Black.

The only person who can help her.

Her own mother was a mystery to her and everyone around her.

She hated the person, who shattered her family into pieces.

The pieces were so small, that now if she starts to fix them she'll end up getting herself hurt.

"Oh, dear girl." McGonagall sniffed, the innocent girl had to suffer so much and it pained her.

She would have killed Walburga Irma Black if Walburga wasn't already dead.

She loathed that woman.

"I relate to you, niece." Sirius smiled.

"Sure you do."

She was the reason for her suffering.

The camera panned to show Anastasia, now at Black Manor.
But it wasn't the one which is in England. It was the one in France.

"I love that place." The Blacks and the future travelers cheered.

The Black château was a rather modern architectural piece.

No one lived there, of course, it was instead used for hanging portraits of the Black family.
The real tapestry was in that castle.
The other tapestries were just a copy.

People who were interested to know anything that's new.
Like Hermione, who took her notepad out to take notes.

What do you expect?

Black family was full of dark secrets and it was fun to research about them.

"Oh, dear great aunt. You are so selfish." Anastasia spat as she walked around and stopped at Walburga's portrait.

"You would know about being selfish, won't you devilish creature?" Walburga's portrait spoke back.

Anastasia's eyes narrowed in rage as they flashed dangerously.