forest runaways [harmione] ✔️

SECTION 2:CHAPTER 3

"Let's go,Dayana!"Bellatrix yelled to her 14-year-old daughter.Voldemort was setting up his plan to go to America currently,and when he was done,they would head off.

The Death Eater population increased by 20,due to the fact of mating.They were leaving the youngest behind.

Dayana groaned,her little brother falling behind her."Michael,you're staying."

"No,Mama!I don't wanna stay.Im big enough!"Bellatrix cackled and shook her head."As if!You'll die.Go back to your room and kiss daddy goodbye."

He stomped out of the corridor.Dayana smirked and crossed her arms."I heard the Potters have a 13-year-old boy,huh?What a shame.They weren't that ugly,so I suppose he is cute."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes."If you want,honey,we'll make him yours when we dominate."Dayana squealed to herself.Her leather tunic sagged,and her tight dress made her feel beautiful.

"Where's Scorpius?"Dayana asked.Her 15-year-old cousin was no where to be seen."Probably with Ginny or something.Why don't you look for Peter?"

Dayana's face lit up."Good idea!"

She raced up the stairs,knocking violently on Peter's door.He had been adopted,since Ron wanted kids and he had no one to make kids with.His light brown hair showed threw the dark hallway,and his vibrant hazel eyes sparkled.

"What do you want,Dayana?"He was crying again.Ron abused the poor man,and he was forced to come with to America."Im just packing.Can you leave?"

She trampled down the stairs.Everything was packed and ready,and they were ready to be moved to the American base.

Peter came down later,and he immediately went with Scorpius.Dayana talked to Delphini meanwhile.

"Ready?"All the adults lined up.They grabbed onto each kid,and Apparated far far away.

Or to New York.

They all collapsed and gasped for air as they dropped on the floor.Dayana was caught innthe arms of her father,Lord Voldemort,and smiled up at him and bowed.She sat on the bed.

Peter

He remembered Ron's crooked nose and face.Those bright blue eyes,ruined by the scars implanted on his cheeks.He was 15 years old,alone,and scared.Skinny,ignored,and not fed.

He just wanted a family of some sort,was that hard to ask?

He had been taken away by Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander at a young age.He remembered them,he remembered them all.He remembered his grandpa,his great grandpa and grandma.But then,he was snatched away and thrown in to a Adoption Center.

He had been adopted since age 7.He hated Ron,but somehow,he knew the man had a good spot in his heart.A soften spot.But he couldn't figure out why or how.

He sat on the top bed,his feet dangling,his brown hair in his face.He had been having visions,a vision about a family.A family of 6.

Technically he was related to the Lestrange's,and Bellatrix.His grandmother was named Pandora Lestranhe,from all he knew.

The family of 5 had 2 boys,2 girls,and a mother and a father.He envied them,because they seemed perfect.They were everything he wanted.

He sighed and layed down,praying and wishing.

"I wish to be in a happy family."He said,before he drifted off to sleep.