Don't expect fast updates. I wrote this awhile ago and deiced to post it because I was tied of having an odd number of stories. I will add to it and finish it at some point. I hope you like it.
Riddle and the Squib.
Sum: She was a squib, but she regained her magic. He was an orphaned half blood, but became pure. It started when he was 9 and she 11. It started that first day when she was left with only her name and a bag of useless galleons.
"You don't deserve a proper Black name, but you have one so remember it, keep it and wear it with pride. Perhaps you can marry another pureblooded disgrace like yourself and have an acceptable child. Most likely you'll marry muggle filth and every child from your lions will be worth less then the dirt you walk on Aquila."
"I will not! I'll be great mother. Somehow I will be great."
"You're a fool as well as a squib. At least your siblings will be a comfort to me. Take this. Never let it be said I've left you penniless."
The woman handed the small girl a good sized sack and with a swift turn she disappeared with a sharp crack sound leavening the girl alone on the deserted muggle street.
"Goodbye Mother."
The first thing Aquila did was duck into an ally to have a proper cry. Then she withdrew 5 galleons from her bag and looked around for a place to hide the rest of it. The filthy muggles would steal her gold if they found it and she couldn't carry if around with her everywhere.
She deiced to bury it. The dirt was hard and her hands were soft. Hands skilled with a needle and thread, hands skilled with the knife and stringing rod used for potions, hands unused to this labor. She found a rock and afterwards her hands ached and she became very covered in dirt, but she succeed in protecting her money.
When she was done she rested in the dirt, thought about having another cry, but deiced getting clean clothes and a bath were more important. She was to be disappointed.
She was laughed out of the inn she went into. Gallons it seemed were not used by muggles. Gold was still valuable, but if it really was gold she had then it must have been stolen. That's what the ugly man told her when he grabbed the money out of her hands and refused to give it back.
It grew cold and she was still dirty, at least her robe was warm enough so she wouldn't freeze to death. It was impossible to sleep on the streets or in the ally. She stayed awake that night growing hungrier by the hour.
She had to eat. She had to find a way to get muggle money. Potions and embroidery wouldn't get her anyway here. She was a very pretty girl. She remembered once when her mother was telling her not to run off that she said filthy muggles liked pretty girls like her and if she ran off they would catch her.
Would they like her enough to feed her, she wondered? She didn't look very pretty covered with dirt. She deiced stealing would be preferable to throwing herself to the mercy of muggles.
She barley survived for the three days it took before she was picked up and brought to Wools Orphanage.