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Summary: Victoria Weston lives in New York with her eleven year old daughter when her daughter receives a letter from Hogwarts. Now she is forced to go back to England, where her husband that had raped her before forcing her into marriage lives. She has to face the past, especially her former self known as Virginia Weasley…
A/N: Hey you guys! I know that I shouldn't have started a new story when I save two unfinished ones and one that I have to post a sequel too but I just got the idea and couldn't stop myself…You guys know how it is, right? Anyhow just like The Black Rose this is an SS/GW story…
Chapter 1- Magic Isn't Nonsense
"Mum, I want that book. It is so interesting," the blond-haired child said struggling with the grocery bag that she was holding.
"Molly Weston. I have already told you that you can't have that book," the red-headed woman said sighing.
"But mum, why not?" the child whined.
"I will not have my child read about such nonsense as magic" the woman said as she made her way through the crowd.
"Magic isn't nonsense," the child exclaimed.
The woman turned as to face her eleven-year child. "Magic is nothing but nonsense."
If anybody was watching the two, they wouldn't seem as a mother and child. The woman was about 5 foot 7 and thin but very attractive. She had dark red hair that was flowing behind her back and melted chocolate eyes. She was wearing a white blouse with black pants while carrying two grocery bags. But the child was completely different. The eleven-year old had beautiful white-blond hair that was put up in a ponytail, and sparkling silver-grey eyes. The child was wearing a black t-shirt that read "Whatcha looking at?" with blue faded jeans carrying a grocery bad in her hand. These two did not belong together and yet they were mother and child. What they did have in common was the paleness and the curliness of their hair but nothing else.
"Mum, come on. Even it doesn't exist, it is really interesting to read," the child said trying to convince her mother to allow her to buy the books.
The woman took out the remote control and opened the trunk of her black car. She placed the two grocery bags in the trunk and turned to look at her daughter.
"Ok Molly, why don't you put the grocery bag in the trunk and we'll talk about it?" the woman said getting inside her car to start driving.
Molly placed her grocery bag in the trunk, closed the trunk, and sat in the car.
"So, let's talk," she said.
"First, put your seatbelt on," the woman said as she started the car.
"Mum, pleaseeeeee," Molly pleaded as she opened the door to their small house.
"Go check if we got any mail, will you?" the woman said as she put the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
"Fine," she said as she got out of the kitchen.
The woman rested against the counter and sighed. Why did her child have to be interested in magic? Why couldn't she be like Muggle children? She pulled herself and started to put all the groceries in its place. Her daughter entered the kitchen screaming.
"Yes! I knew it! I just knew it!"
The woman looked at what her daughter was holding and froze. No, it couldn't be…
"Mum, I told you! Didn't I?" Molly exclaimed jumping in the air.
How was it possible? Her daughter wasn't supposed to receive a letter from Hogwarts; she was supposed to supposed to grow up as a Muggle. But the letter was so familiar...
"Mum! I can't believe this!" Molly said as she hugged her frozen mother.
"What's wrong, mum?" she asked worriedly.
"You can't," her mother responded tonelessly.
"Come o…what…how did you know?" Molly questioned seriously handing her another letter that looked suspiciously like Hogwarts as well.
She carefully took the letter and sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She sighed and looked at it. It read:
Victoria Weston
185 Raven Rd.
New YorkNY
United States of America
She thanked heavens that they had written 'Victoria Weston' instead of her real name. She didn't want her daughter to know of her past. She just didn't. She opened the letter and started reading:
Dear Victoria Weston,
HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry would like to offer you a teaching position as the Transfiguration Professor. We would be very pleased if you do accept our offer and we urge you to think about this offer over. For we believe that your daughter will be attending Hogwarts as well this year. Please do not stop her from learning who she is.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin: Second Class.
"What does this mean?" her daughter asked. She had read the letter from her mother's shoulder and was truly confused.
"Nothing. You are not going to Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't know what he's talking about," the woman said as she ripped her letter to pieces.
"What did mean when it said 'Don't stop her from learning who she is'?" she asked as she seated herself on a chair beside her.
"This is nothing. You're going to go to your own school and that's that," she said as she got up.
Her daughter grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. Victoria gasped. She had the same determined look that her father had had when he had ruined her life. Victoria loved her child more than anything in the world but hated her child's father the same amount.
"You have to tell me what is going on. I have a right to know," her daughter said as Victoria sat on her chair.
The red-headed woman sighed. Her daughter was right. She did have a right to know and right now was the best time to tell her daughter everything. She had known that she couldn't have hidden her secret for all her life but she hadn't known that she would have had to tell her daughter so soon. Why couldn't she have a normal life?
"Fine," she said as she looked at her daughter. "Where do I begin?" she asked herself.
"Start at the beginning," her daughter said with the same look. "I won't bother you until you're done."
"Ok…" she started wondering how she would do this. She knew that she wouldn't tell her daughter everything. She would just tell her what she needed to know. "I'm a witch."
She said waiting for her daughter to say something but all her daughter did was nod.
"I was born into a magical family and attended Hogwarts when I turned eleven. During my fourth year, a war started in the Wizarding World. I don't know if it's still continuing," she finished hoping that her daughter wouldn't ask anything else.
"So why did you leave your world?" her daughter asked.
"My family died," she lied but she knew that her family thought that she was dead. "And everything was going wrong. People were getting killed everyday. But they weren't killed easily. They were tortured."
When she said that, a tear appeared on her cheek. Her daughter wiped away her tear and smiled.
"It's ok mum but you didn't tell me why this war was going on," she said as she passed a Kleenex to her mother.
"There was a wizard. His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle and was evil to the core. He changed his name to Voldemort later and wanted to kill anybody that was a muggle-born or was in favour of muggle-born. Muggle-born are people who aren't born into magical families and are accepted in Hogwarts because they have magical abilities. Anyhow, there was a boy named Harry James Potter who was the only one able to bring Voldemort down. Anyways, during my sixth year at Hogwarts, things got really bad. My family was destroyed and I couldn't take it anymore so I ran away from the Wizarding World," she sighed.
"What about my father? Was he magical and is he really dead?" she asked with hope in her eyes.
"Yes, your father was a wizard and he is dead," to me, she added to herself.
"Oh," her daughter said as she started thinking. After a few minutes of silence, her daughter started to talk again. "So can I go to this school?"
"I am sorry but I can't let you," she said as she got up from her. "I can't stand to have you far from me and Hogwarts is in Europe."
"But they offered you that teaching position, whatever it is," she said as she started to walk behind her mother. "Come on, mum. I am sure that working as a designer is all you want."
"I can't go back," Victoria whispered.
Molly stopped her and stopped in from of her. Even though, Molly was much shorter than Victoria, she made sure that they had high contact.
"Mum, you can't run away from your past forever," she said.
"Yes, but I can now," she said as she walked towards her bedroom.
"Mum, please. I am begging you to go back," her daughter pleaded.
Victoria ignored her daughter and entered her room. She walked to her closet and pulled comfortable sport clothes. What she didn't notice was her daughter trying to open the trunk that she had put at the back of her closet. She had completely changed and was now putting her hair up in a ponytail, when something unexpected happened.
"OPEN YOU STUPID TRUNK!" she heard her daughter scream in anger and the trunk that she had closed with many locks opened instantly.
Victoria was shocked. She had closed that trunk eleven years ago and had never even looked at it. And here was her daughter opening it with her magic. She sat down on the bed, sighing. Now her daughter will know everything. She watched as her daughter pulled the heavy trunk out and gave her mother a daring look, as if challenging to stop her.
First of all, her daughter pulled her old cloak with the Hogwarts sign on it.
"From Hogwarts?" her daughter asked and this time she was the one to nod.
Next, Molly pulled out her Gryffindor uniform. She read what was written until the lion and asked "What's Gryffindor?" with a confused look on her face.
Victoria looked and sighed; she knew that all that she could do was at least explaining that to her daughter. But she didn't consider the fact that her explanation will make her daughter want to go to Hogwarts even more.
"Hogwarts is divided into four houses. The four houses are divided and you live in that house. Anyhow the four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The students in Gryffindor are brave. The students in Hufflepuff are hard-working. The students in Ravenclaw are smart and the students in Slytherin are cunning. I was sorted in Gryffindor," she said. "I am sure that you would like to know of the feud that has been going on between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Slytherin was named after its founder while Gryffindor was named after its founder. Anyways, Slytherin only wanted purebloods, wizards and witches who didn't have muggle blood in them to study at Hogwarts while Gryffindor thought the exact opposite. He believed that muggle-borns should be given the same chances as any purebloods. Gryffindor convinced the two other founders to agree with him and Slytherin left Hogwarts. From that point the students of Slytherin and Gryffindor hate each other."
"Wow!" her daughter exclaimed as she pulled out the last object in the trunk. This last object was what Victoria had tried to forget but no matter what she said, she would get great urges to feel it. It was her wand.
"Is this a wand?" she asked passing the wand to her mother.
The moment Victoria touched her wand; she felt the magic awaken in her body. It was as if her magical self was being awakened after many years of dreamless sleep. She had the urge to do a spell at the moment and somehow, she couldn't resist.
"Accio brush," she said and the brush that was on her table flew to her hand.
"WOW!" she heard her daughter exclaim. "That was amazing!"
Shit! She thought. She shouldn't have done that in front of her daughter. But before she knew what was going on, her daughter had pulled the wand out of her hand and examining it with curious eyes.
"Do I get a wand too?" her daughter asked smiling sweetly.
"No, Molly. I've already told you. You are not going to that school," Victoria said in her motherly voice.
"Yes I am whether you like it or not," Molly said standing up.
"No, you're not and that's final!" Victoria exclaimed.
"Yes I am. I am going to write a letter to whoever sent me that letter and telling them to come get me," Molly said leaving the room angrily.
Victoria sighed and sat on the bed. She put her head in her hands. Her daughter couldn't go back. She couldn't go back. If they did go back, he will know and come after them. She just knew that he would.
Victoria was working at her desk; designing the new living room for her richest customer. She really needed to be careful; if she ruined anything, her customer was likely to fire her. She was concentrating on where to place the black leather couch when she heard a familiar pop. When she look up, she was completely shocked. In front of her stood none other than Albus Dumbledore…
"Miss Weasley," he said smiling.
"Professor Dumbledore," she answered not knowing what to do. "And it's Weston, not Weasley. Please be seated."
He walked across the office and seated himself in one of the chairs that was opposite her. He put his hands on the table and smiled.
"Miss Weston, I know that you are Miss Weasley. Although, you could have fooled everyone else, I was not fooled. I still felt your magic even though you did not use it," he said.
"Professor Dumbledore. Please get to the point for I don't have much time," she said in her business tone.
"This morning we just received a letter from your daughter explaining your situation," he finished in order for her to be able to absorb that information.
But Victoria already knew that her daughter always did what she said she would do.
"And?" she asked.
"I am here to tell you that banning a child from attending a magical school is against the law," he said sounding calm.
"Who said that I was banning her from a Magical school? I have already made an appointment with Salem's School of Magic," she said putting her pen down.
"I am afraid that that is not possible. I would like to tell you that the school chooses the student, not the other way round," he continued.
"I do not want to have my child away from me, Dumbledore," she exclaimed her voice's volume increasing a bit.
"That is why I offered you the teaching position as the Transfiguration Professor," he said. "Since the war is still continuing, Professor McGonagall has to take care of other things at Hogwarts and is unable to teach."
"That just proves my point," she said. "I do not want my child to go through what I did."
"Miss Weasley, I assure you that I will personally make sure that your child or anyone's child has to go through with what you had to go through," he said. "And I want to tell you that I feel responsible for what happened to you. No Death Eater should have been able to capture a student from Hogwarts' grounds."
"I do not care about what I feel," she said angrily. She had to go through all of that pain and all he could say was that he felt responsible. Screw him! "My daughter is not going to Hogwarts and that's final!"
"Miss Weasley, please calm yourself," he said calmly. "If you do not allow your daughter to come to Hogwarts, I will be forced to inform the Ministry. And I am sure that your husband will know much faster that you are still alive if you have to go through a trial."
"He IS NOT MY HUSBAND!" she screamed at him. "He is an evil Death Eater that married a girl that could have been his daughter after raping her!"
"I know that but even though you don't want to admit it, you are still married to him," he reminded her. "Your wedding bond is rather unusual for the only way that it can be broken is if one of you dies. But he believes that you are dead and the only way that he will know that you are alive is if you have a romantic relationship with other men. Isn't that why you haven't had any romantic relationship with anybody whatsoever for 11 years?"
"My love-life is none of your concern," she said. "But I would like to know as to how you know the terms of our wedding."
"After you faked your death and escaped from him, he talked to Severus Snape about it. The Wizarding World was later informed that Virginia Weasley had died at the hands of the Death Eaters," Dumbledore looked at her and continued. "Everyone grieved your death, Virginia. Your mother was torn and wouldn't talk to anybody."
Virginia sighed and tears developed in her eyes when she thought of her mother. "I can't put my child in danger. If I go back to my old life, he will know that I am back along with my child. And knowing him, he is likely to want our daughter."
"I am not asking you to go back to your old life, what I am asking of you is to face the past. Even if you would have wanted to talk to your family, I wouldn't have let you. It is far too dangerous. That is why I offered you the teaching position," he said looking serious.
After thinking for a long while, she opened her mouth.
"I will think about it. If you receive an owl from me soon, then I have agreed to your proposition. If not then, I guess I will see you at the ministry for the trial," she said ending the conversation.
"I believe that I will see you soon in both cases," Dumbledore said. "Good bye."
And with that he left Victoria or Virginia alone to think…
A/N: Hope ya liked the first chapter…Anyways I am telling you now that this fic isn't too happy at times and that it's a SS/GW fic so if you don't like SS/GW fics, then don't read this…
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