Don't worry, "So Small" is still up and running, I just got an idea this afternoon and had to write (well... type) it :)

This is takes place in 2013, just so you know.

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Chapter 1

My name is Nova Lestrange, and I am a complete outcast.

My parents, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, are convicted Death Eaters, and they're doing terms in Azkaban, the wizard prison, at the moment (they got locked up after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same day that Voldemort was killed by Harry Potter). I am beginning my fourth year at Hogwarts, and I can't wait.

Anything to get away from them…

Them consisted of my uncle, Lucius, and my aunt, Narcissa. I absolutely hated them. They were arrogant snobs and even though they treated me well (probably because of my "pure-blood ancestry" that they were so stuck on), I didn't like their attitudes. Not that I wouldtell them that.

I also hated my holier-than-thou cousin Draco, who came around every now and again with his wife, Astoria (who, I had to admit, wasn't so bad), and his bratty seven-year-old son, Scorpius. When they were around, I was completely and utterly ignored. No, I wasn't jealous (far from it), but it just pissed me off that such rotten people were treated so well when I, the halfway decent person, was snubbed.

So it came as a relief when September 1st came and I could finally leave for Hogwarts and get away from my shitty family.

I boarded the train with a half-hearted wave to my aunt and uncle, and I soon found an empty compartment and settled down.

An hour passed.

A sharp rap on the door made me jump; I looked up to see a red-haired, harassed-looking Ravenclaw third-year standing by the door. With a sigh, I got up and slid the door open.

"What do you need?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sound rude.

"I was just wondering if… maybe… I could sit with you?" the girl asked.

My eyes widened. Somebody was asking to sit with me? Me? The Death Eater's daughter? Did hell freeze over?

"Um, well, yeah… sure." I stepped back to let her through. She smiled and sat down across from where I was sitting before. I resumed my seat and silence fell. The girl was the one to break it.

"So… what's your name?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

She shook her head, a confused expression on her face.

"Wow. I honestly can't believe it." Everybody knew who I was, and knew to avoid me at all costs lest I curse them. People are stupid.

The girl, however, was now glaring at me, her light blue eyes narrowed to slits. "You're a Slytherin, aren't you? Arrogant, self-righteous like always–"

I held up both hands. "No, no! I mean, I am in Slytherin, but I'm not any of those things… It just surprised me that you didn't know who I was. Everyone knows to avoid me," I said bitterly.

"Why would they do that?"

Honestly, does this girl live under a rock?

"My name is Nova. Nova Lestrange." I put emphasis on my last name. I tended to say it with disgust, and I didn't fail to do so this time.

The girl's eyes were like saucers. "Lestrange? I thought the Lestranges were in Azkaban… or maybe dead…"

"They're in Azkaban. My mother, Bellatrix, was pregnant with me when she got locked up. She gave birth to me in prison. I couldn't exactly be raised there, so they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle. I'm pretty sure she doesn't give a damn about me." I scowled; the thought of ever coming in contact with my deranged mother wasn't one that appealed to me. "At least my aunt and uncle care about me a little bit."

Her expression was sympathetic now, and that just made me feel worse; I hated being pitied. "Sorry about that."

I waved my hand dismissively. "It's nothing. I don't want to meet my parents. Ever."

"I can't say I blame you," she muttered. "Your mother nearly killed my aunt, according to my grandmother."

I snorted. "Sounds like something she'd do."

There was a pause. "My name is Victoire Weasley."

I cocked my head to the side. I should've recognized her by the hair… I was taught the "signs" for recognizing a Weasley, blood traitors in my family's eyes. I had it engrained in me since birth to not associate with them. Personally, I didn't see what was so wrong with them…

"Weasley? You're a Weasley and notin Gryffindor?"

Victoire laughed. "Don't remind me. My entire family does all the time. The only one who's at least trying to let me live it down is my mother."

I laughed also. After a moment, I asked, "You seemed pretty tormented when you came in here. What happened?"

"My cousins were annoying me," she said simply. "They're family, yeah, but I wish they'd bugger off sometimes…"

I chuckled, remembering some nasty things I'd said to Scorpius on certain occasions while he was being his typical annoying self. "Brother, sister?" I was truly curious.

She shook her head. "No, Louis knows better"–she briefly allowed herself a smirk–"and Dominique won't be starting Hogwarts until next year. But my cousin Fred and my uncle's godson Teddy have also been harassing me as well." She pulled a face.

"You have lots of family here," I observed.

"Yeah, I have a cousin called Molly in second year along with Fred and Louis. And Teddy," she added as an afterthought.

"What Houses are they in?" If I was going to friends with this girl, I may as well get to know her. She really wasn't shunning me… or maybe it was just an act. Stop being stupid, Nova, you're just being paranoid, I scolded myself. Not that I don't have good reason…

"Well, Molly, Fred, and Louis are in Gryffindor"–not a surprise–"and Teddy is in Hufflepuff."

"Cool." I smiled.

She raised a thin red eyebrow. "You don't have anything against us? I mean… we're 'blood traitors' in your family's eyes…"

"I'm not like the rest of my relatives. I don't show it in front of them, just to keep the peace, but I don't agree with them. Period. I'm only in Slytherin because the Hat said it was my 'birthright' and that I was 'resourceful' and 'clever' and knew how to look out for myself." I rolled my eyes. "Otherwise I might have been in… Gryffindor, maybe," I mused.

Victoire nodded. "Yeah, makes sense. You're bold enough." She smiled.

I smiled back – tentatively, nervously, but I did. I actually had a friend. Somebody who wouldn't judge me because of the horrible people my parents were. And probably still are. Victoire was actually giving a chance, something my other classmates wouldn't grant me.

She didn't know how grateful and appreciative I was for that.