Harry Potter: The Lestrange Heir

Cassius Lestrange grew up in the shadows of Malfoy Manor. Facing the Elder Wand in his hand, Ollivander’s voice trembled. “Powerful... but ill-omened.” The Sorting Hat whispered in his ear, “Slytherin can give you power... but what you truly fear is becoming like your parents, isn’t it?” Draco sneered at the color of his wand. Narcissa straightened his collar, yet avoided his eyes. The train raced toward Hogwarts, and Harry Potter’s figure flashed past the window. Cassius closed his eyes. He didn’t need a hero’s story. He only needed the strength to survive the storm. OOC, no romance