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Mirana Quirrell- Quirinius Quirrell's mother

Sorrell: Mirana's boyfriend

Mirana Quirrell was everything a parent could ask for in a daughter. She was quiet, obedient, a Slytherin 6th year, and was well on her way to becoming Head Girl. She was good looking, with dark brown hair, and blue eyes. She was a pureblood, and came from a rich family. Needless to say, she had already caught the attention of many boys at Hogwarts, all of which were crushed when she chose between them.

Looking at Sorrell Cornfoot, it was easy to see why Mirana fell for him. Sorrell, a seventh year Slytherin, was Head Boy, was charming, and knew exactly what he wanted. With him, like Mirana, being from a wealthy pureblood family, their parents were thrilled to hear of their engagement.

Yes, Mirana had the best life she could have been dealt. That is, except for one little knick in her otherwise flawless design- she, like most teenagers, rebelled against her parents, but she did it quietly enough that nobody knew about it. That rebellious action that she harbored was an interest in muggles. This interest was sparked in her first Muggle Studies lesson. She loved the class so much, that she was planning on taking the job when old professor Berk retired. Although, she wasn't quiet sure how to tell Sorrell and her parents this. She figured she would just lie and say that she would be teaching her students about how muggles reeked of onions and body oder.

But her interest did not stop in the classroom. She would often meet in secret with muggle-born students (or, mudbloods, as her parents called them), and question them about what their lives were like outside of Hogwarts. When their information stopped being satisfying enough, that's when she started sneaking out at nights during Summer and Winter break, to go visit the London streets, and see the Muggles in their natural habitat. It was no big deal, and she had plans of stopping this behavior as soon as she was married. But things that seem like they are small deals, sometimes have a way of making themselves into big deals.

Mirana woke-up early one morning, before the sunrise. She was in a dark alley, completely naked, with her coat and dress torn, lying next across the alley from her, bruises starting to swell all over her body, and the icy winter air biting at her tender skin. Darting over as quickly as she could (which wasn't very quick, with every nerve in her legs screaming), she dressed herself as best as she could. Every button had been ripped off the front of her dress, so she used her coat to cover herself. As tears began running freely down her cheeks, she quickly started her way back home, and recounted the events of that night as well as she could. She remembered telling her parents that she would be staying over with a friend. She remembered going down to the London streets , and then, a less friendly memory: a man jumping out of the same dark alley that she had awoke in. He had thrown her down, hitting her while he had his way with her, eventually knocking her out, and leaving her for dead.

Her parents, like most purebloods, despised muggles. They also kept the stance that one should save oneself until marriage. So to have their only child ruined by a muggle, they would surely throw her out of the house. And Sorrell... he had the same beliefs that they did. Would he return her to them? His own fiancée, ruined by a muggle... No. She would stay in her own house until she married Sorrell. She would simply force the memory into the back of her mind, and it would be another secret that she was keeping. She returned to Hogwarts, and attended the Valentine's Hogsmeade trip about a month after her return.

"Mirana, The Three Broomsticks' supply of butterbeer isn't running dry anytime soon," Sorrell commented, as he watched his girlfriend down the seventh mug of butterbeer, the sweet nectar that she had been wanting for the past few weeks. Mirana looked down at her now empty mug, licking the froth off of her lips. "I'm f-fine, Sorrell." Even though she was doing a good job at hiding her newest secret, the stress had caused her to pick up her old nervous habit of stuttering.

"Are you certain? You've been going through butterbeer like it's going out of style. Not to mention this idiotic stut..." Sorrell was interrupted by Mirana slamming her mug down.

"Sorrell, I said I'm fine."

Sorrell threw his hands up in the air. "Alright, alright. You're fine."

The next morning, in the Great Hall, Mirana was having breakfast with Sorrell, and a group of their friends. The little group included a sixth year slytherin and her fifth year sister, Bellatrix and Andromeda Black, and a first year named Lucius Malfoy. All of the sudden, out of the window the owls swooped in to deliver the mail, making the students duck, and cover their scrambled eggs. Mirana's heart started racing as soon as she saw a black and white owl, holding a pink envelope- her mother's. Cecilia, her mother, barely ever wrote, but when she did, Mirana treasured it. Mirana caught the letter just before it found its way onto her bacon, and began reading it. However, although the letter was just like it always was, Mirana immediately started sobbing uncontrollably, sending Bellatrix and Andromeda over to her side, trying to comfort their friend.

"Mirana, what on Earth did the letter say?" Sorrell snatched the letter from her hand, not waiting for an answer from the blubbering girl.

"Well, what is it?!" yelled Bellatrix, loudly enough to earn a few more stares from other students.

"It's nothing." Sorrell pressed his brows together. "Just good wishes, and a 'we're proud of you.'"

Hearing the last part, Mirana went into hysterics again. "If they knew what you did, they wouldn't be," her mind kept telling itself.

"Sorrell, I think your little girlfriend's best off in the loony bin," grinned Lucius, as he bit into a biscuit."

"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy," said a gentle voice from above them, belonging to the school's Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. "I'm sure that whatever it is, it can be resolved over tea and doughnuts. Ms. Quirrell, I'm sure that with the state that you're in, you won't mind having someone to talk to."

Mirana instantly understood that he was not asking her, and followed him to his office.