Prologue

Alastor Moody was irritated. 15 years of terror by the Lestranges, and after 2 hours of interrogation, all he got out of them was that their home was somewhere in London. After being told for what felt like the five-hundredth time that they would not divulge the secrets of the houses of Black and Lestrange, He finally snapped.

“ Look, you either tell me all useful information, or I make sure that you spend your entire life rotting in Azkaban.” At this, Rodolphus squealed( He was much timider than Bellatrix) but his wife declared with pride and arrogance, “ The Dark Lord will free us! Once he rises, we will be stronger than ever! Our victory is assured, with the newest generation of followers that will rise, including my own daughter!”

It took Moody a few seconds to register what she said. As soon as she said that, the young Auror on the side jumped, and look at Bellatrix with shock.

Moody looked at Rodolphus.”Explain.” Rodolphus shook his head vehemently, but after Moody commented,” Or, you know, Azkaban seems like a wonderful place to spend the rest of your miserable lives-” He squeaked, “ Sh-she is at our h-home. Being taken care of by house-elves.” amid Bellatrix’s protests.

Moody went closer and growled, “Where?” After Bellatrix shouted that she would not betray the dark lord, Moody broke the rules. This was the last straw. A little girl was stuck, in an enormous house, being taken care of by some terrified house-elves.

He pulled out his wand.

“ Do you really want to face my wand?”

Thankfully, Rodolphus did not.