Title: Invulnerable Power
Author: 2booklover4
Language: English
Verb Tense: Narrative past; dialogues in present tense
Genre: Romance
Rating: T (for some inappropriate language and moments)
Ship: Draco/OC
Summary: A prophecy brought them together, creating an invulnerable power that could cause Harry Potter's downfall. Meanwhile, Mia Andrews discovered on her 16th birthday she was a witch from the woman who adopted her. And so, her adventures started when she started to study in Hogwarts. There, she met the famous Harry Potter and a very, very handsome bastard. My very first DM/OC fic. DM/OC/HP love triangle.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. Only JK Rowling. I only own Mia Andrews, by the way :D
A/N: Okay, so yeah, here's the story I'm telling all of you... the one where Draco is paired up with an OC I made up. Yeah, this story is wayyyy different from my other stories which are all Dramione. But trust me, I tried to partner Draco here with Hermione but their relationship will ruin my organized plot. So, I'm so sorry to all those who are forever Dramione fans. I'll always be, I promise. Anyway, here's just a glimpse of my new story. It would be quite long... I think 30-something chapters. Anyway, that's all. Please support this new DM/OC fic of mine. Kisses and enjoy!
Invulnerable Power
The Man with a Long, White Beard
"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME YOU BLOODY WOMAN!"
Mia Andrews flinched as she heard her non-biological father shouting again to her non-biological mother. She sighed and increased the volume of her iPod. She didn't want to listen to one of their infamous fights, waking their neighbors even in the middle of the night.
CRASH!
The brunette flinched again, burying her face in between her hands as she released a huge groan. 'Perfect… just so perfect,' she told herself as she grabbed a hair tie and tied her raven-black hair into a messy ponytail. She rubbed her right eye as she gripped her eyeglasses, ready to wear it again.
"YOU BLOODY BASTARD! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" That was her non-biological mother, Mrs. Cynthia Parker. Mia loved her so much, treating her as if she really was her real mother. Mrs. Parker loved her, too, in return, treating her as if she was her own daughter already. What Mia didn't understand, though, was why she wouldn't just divorce her bastard husband.
When Mia was six-years-old, she was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Parker. Ever since she was six, Mrs. Parker had been abused by her husband already. And his reason for abusing his wife? Mrs. Parker didn't have the ability to get pregnant. It just turned out that her husband wanted one but Mrs. Parker failed him and couldn't give him a child. And so, that was why they adopted Mia.
"Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday to me," Mia sang to herself. Yes, it was her birthday today. August 5. In fact, she was already sixteen-years-old so basically, she had been living in the Parker residence for ten years already.
"YES, THAT'S RIGHT! WALK AWAY FROM ME LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!" Mrs. Parker bellowed from below. Mia sighed. Why did she still hear their bickering even if her iPod was already in its full volume? 'Seriously, they do have loud voices,' Mia thought to herself.
A loud bang then was heard, signaling that her non-biological father, Mr. George Parker, already walked out from their house. Mia leaned against her desk to watch outside her window as the bastard stomped away from their house. The brunette frowned and shook her head.
So, why was her name Mia Andrews and not Mia Parker? The brunette had no idea. No, actually, she had but she couldn't quite understand it. Mrs. Parker told her that the orphanage she came from told her new parents to name her as Mia Andrews and nothing more. When she was found outside the doorstep of the orphanage, yes, in front of the doorstep of the orphanage, a note saying "Mia Andrews" was attached to her so, that was why they named her Mia Andrews ever since. August 5, 1980 was also scribbled underneath it, presuming that it was her date of birth.
The brunette then heard sniffling. 'Oh God, she's crying again,' she dreadfully thought to herself, turning off her iPod. She pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and turned around, staring at the door. She was expecting to see her non-biological mother. Mrs. Parker was always like that. After every fight with her husband, she would go straight to her adopted daughter for comfort.
And like what she had thought, her door burst open and in came Mrs. Parker. She was wearing a fake smile, though, tears were still rolling down her eyes. To Mia's disgust, a big bruise was found on her left cheek. 'What a stupid, sick husband,' Mia thought to herself as she glared at the angry bruise, thinking it was Mrs. Parker's poor excuse of a husband. Ever since Mia discovered he had been hitting his wife, Mia never considered him as her adopted father. And actually, she would never will.
"Happy Birthday, Mia," Mrs. Parker greeted, her fake smile widening. She showed her a small cupcake with a single lighted candle on it.
"Aww… you shouldn't have," Mia said, standing up as she blew her candle and gave Mrs. Parker a one-armed hug. "Thanks, though."
Mrs. Parker softly chuckled and pulled away from Mia. "I'm sorry for… you know… what had happened a while ago," she said, face contorting as more tears rolled down her face. "I should have given this to you earlier but… but George sort of delayed me."
Mia sighed and sat down on her bed, already taking a bite from her cupcake. "Mom, he did it again," she told her, pointedly staring at Mrs. Parker. "You made a promise before, remember? You told me that if he had hit you again, you will report him to the police."
"Did I really promise that?" Mrs. Parker innocently asked, absentmindedly rubbing her bruised cheek. She flinched when she had pressed it too hard.
The brunette scowled, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Mom!" she exclaimed. "You promised!"
Mrs. Parker waved a dismissive hand. "Let's not talk about that, Mia," she said. Her face then suddenly went dead serious, eyes meeting her adopted daughter. "We have to discuss about something."
Mia sighed. "If this is about boys, Mom, I know it already," she told her. "I'm sixteen and a growing teenager. If I find some boys there who will court me, I will really be careful. I promise I won't have a boyfriend that is like your bastard husband."
Mrs. Parker stared at her daughter disapprovingly for her language. "That's not what I wanted to tell you, Mia. But, thank you for reassuring me." Mrs. Parker sighed and then sat down beside her daughter, face gazing on the floor.
The brunette was looking at her curiously, eyebrows knitted together as a small frown formed on her lips. "Then, what is it? What do you want to tell me?" she asked.
Mia didn't know if she wanted to know the answer once Mrs. Parker met her gaze. As much as she wanted to deny it, she was quite scared. "Mom?"
"Mia," Mrs. Parker said, sighing. "Have you ever wondered where you really came from? I mean, what you really are? Who you really are?"
The brunette frowned suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Mia asked.
"I know what you really are, dearie," Mrs. Parker said, tears still rolling down her eyes.
Mia frowned. "Mom, I don't know what you're talking about," she told her mother, making it obvious that she was quite upset already. "Let's not talk about this, shall we? It's my birthday today. I don't want to ruin it more."
Mrs. Parker shook her head. "You don't understand it, Mia. You should know, right now, who you really are," she told the brunette.
"Well," the brunette said, crossing her arms against her chest, "I don't want to know."
She sighed. "You have to, Mia. I was ordered to," she told her.
Mia raised an eyebrow. "Who? By your bastard husband?" she spat.
"Mia! Watch your language!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed. "And no, it's not George's order. It's Headmaster Dumbledore's."
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Mia asked. "Never heard of that name. And what a weird name he has."
"Mia," Mrs. Parker said, gripping her daughter's right hand. "I don't know if you'll believe me if I tell you the truth. But please, trust me. I was also surprised when I discovered what you really are from this man."
Mia frowned, not knowing what to say. She just looked at her mother expectantly. She sighed. What a happy sixteenth birthday she had!
"You're a witch."
Mia's frown deepened, though, a look of disbelief flashed across her face. "Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.
"A witch, Mia. You're a witch," Mrs. Parker said.
And then, Mia burst into laughter. She wiped away tears of mirth that formed at the corner of her eyes and looked at Mrs. Parker as if she grew another head. "Seriously, Mom, that's a good one. April still hasn't arrived but really, that's the best joke I've ever heard in my whole life."
Mrs. Parker pursed her lips, a 'no nonsense' seen on her aging face. "Mia. I'm serious," she told her.
The brunette stopped laughing immediately, now looking at her mother in disbelief. "You're not kidding, are you?"
Mrs. Parker just nodded her head.
"But… but… why? I mean… how?!" she exclaimed frantically, now standing up. She removed her eyeglasses from her eyes and twirled them around. A mannerism of hers, actually. Every time she was nervous or scared or in disbelief, she would twirl her eyeglasses. "A wi-witch? Seriously? As in Sabrina the Teenage Witch?" Mia looked at her mother again, a look of horror and disbelief still visible on her face. "I'd be lying if I told you I didn't wish to become a witch. I wanted to become one, I promise. But that was long before when I was still ten-years-old. I wanted to have magic but I was sensible enough to know that that was just plain stupid, Mom. But now, you're telling me I'm a witch. Unbelievable."
Mrs. Parker sighed. "Believe me, honey," she softly told the brunette, pulling her down until Mia was seated beside her non-biological mother again. "I was surprised at first but I had seen proof, Mia. I'd seen proof." Suddenly, Mrs. Parker burst into tears again and buried her face between her hands. "Oh, I can't believe that you will leave me! After I watched after you for six years!" Mrs. Parker suddenly pulled Mia into a tight hug. "I'll miss you darling. I'll miss you!"
Mia looked confused. "What do you mean?" she asked, demanding for an answer. "Do you mean that I'll leave you here?" Mia pulled away from her mother and shook her head. "No, no, no, I won't leave you hear with that bastard! You can't make me!"
"But you have to, darling," Mrs. Parker softly told her, brushing away some hair from Mia's face. "You have, too. You don't belong here."
The brunette frowned. "You don't want me here anymore, do you?" she asked. All right, she was being a little harsh but it was painful to know that she would be separated from the only person she knew was close into being as her mother.
Mrs. Parker looked shocked. "Mia, you very well know that that's not the truth!" she exclaimed.
Mia sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wore her glasses again and adjusted it properly. She looked around her room, stopping from one poster of her favorite bands into another. Something swelled inside Mia's heart. If what Mrs. Parker had told her was true, she would be missing this bedroom of hers… her only sanctuary in the whole wide world. Well, also the public library, of course.
She sighed again and looked at the still crying, Mrs. Parker. "Who's going to fetch me then?" she asked. 'And he or she should explain to me everything. As in everything!' the brunette continued inside her mind. Mia clenched her fists. She was starting to get angry now. 'Why now?! WHY? I already accepted that this is my life, for heaven's sake! And then, I'll just discover that I don't belong here at all!'
"Headmaster Dumbledore and he is like you. A wizard," Mrs. Parker told her silently. "He will be here soon."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Immediately forgetting her anger, Mia looked at her non-biological mother in curiosity. Mrs. Parker stared back, more tears running down her eyes.
"That might be Headmaster Dumbledore already," she whispered, stifling a sob. She stood up and went out of Mia's bedroom; the teenager trailing behind her.
As they descended down the stairs, her mother was relieved that her abusive husband was still nowhere to be seen. Apparently, he still hadn't come back from God-only-knows-where. It was good that he wouldn't discover that their adopted child would go away from their home forever. He might throw a fit.
'He might be drinking somewhere again,' the brunette thought, nose crinkling in disgust. Apparently, she had noticed that her non-biological father still hadn't come back. 'Honestly, that man doesn't seem to care if he was one day diagnosed with cancer for drinking too much alcohol'.
Soon, both women were already in front of the front door, the doorbell still ringing. Mia was slightly amused that the woman in front of her was really trying to restrain herself from crying hysterically. Mia smiled. She would miss her too once Headmaster Dumbledore took her away from this place she called 'home' and bring her to where she really belonged.
Mrs. Parker then took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood a very old man. He had electric blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, a crooked nose, with wrinkles all over his visible skin, and a small smile on his face. Mia grimaced at his odd clothing ('Looks like some women's clothing,' she commented. His clothing looked like a flowing dress, in her opinion). A funny-looking hat was placed on top of his silvery-white hair – A hat she often saw worn by wizards in the movies she watched. But then again, the man was a wizard. Mia was amazed to see a perfectly trimmed, long, white beard that reached down to his knees. She couldn't help but snicker when she noticed that it was tied by a pink, sparkly ribbon.
"Mrs. Parker," he greeted.
"Headmaster Dumbledore," the woman answered back. Mia watched as he frowned slightly.
"Mrs. Parker, did you fall down the stairs?" he questioned, eyes trained on the big bruise on her left cheek. "You look awful."
"No," Mia answered instead, slightly glaring at Mrs. Parker. "She was beaten by her dear husband. Honestly, Mom, why don't you just tell the police that he's abusing you! And then, voila, problem solved."
Mrs. Parker just glared back at Mia. Professor Dumbledore's eyes flickered from Mrs. Parker to the brunette beside the older woman. Mia stared back, startled when she noticed that his eyes were twinkling.
"Ah," he said, the grin returning on his face. "It's nice to finally see you, Miss Mia Andrews."
"Err…" Mia said, not sure if she was happy to see him. "It's nice to see you, too?"
The Headmaster chuckled. "May I come in?"
"Of course," Mrs. Parker answered, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She made way for Professor Dumbledore who went inside their house. Mia was aware of his electric blue eyes trained on her until he sat down on one of the couches.
Professor Dumbledore then broke the eye contact and averted his orbs away from Mia back to Mrs. Parker. "Did you already tell her?" he asked.
Mrs. Parker nodded mutely, eyes staring at her clasped hands on her lap.
"Perfect," the old wizard said, grinning as he stared back at Mia. The brunette shifted uncomfortably on her seat, not wanting to lock her eyes with Headmaster Dumbledore. "First of all, Miss Andrews, happy birthday."
The brunette chuckled uncertainly. "Gee… thanks," she said, pushing her eyeglasses up. She was now twiddling her thumb.
Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and then looked around. "You have a nice living room, Mrs. Parker," he said.
Mrs. Parker gave him a wide smile. Mia rolled her eyes. Every time someone complimented her living room, Mrs. Parker would instantly make that person as her friend. "Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore. Thank you very much," she said.
The old wizard waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, don't thank me. I'm just stating the obvious," he said, eyes twinkling as they landed on Mia again. This time, though, the brunette bravely met his eyes.
"Mom here said that you're a wizard," Mia said challengingly. She almost sounded rude. "Prove it."
"Mia!" Mrs. Parker hissed.
Headmaster Dumbledore, in the other hand, chuckled. He retrieved a long stick from his robe which caught Mia's eyes. She presumed it was his wand. The brunette frowned. Well, that stick sure looked like different from the other wands she always saw in the television. Mia then watched when he pointed his wand towards the vase that was broken when Mr. and Mrs. Parker were fighting a while ago. "Reparo," he said.
Mia's frown deepened. 'Reparo? Never heard of that word,' she said. "Nothing happened," she said looking at her mother curiously. Mrs. Parker had this weird look on her face. It was as if she had just witnessed magic. Which she really did.
"Are you sure, Miss Andrews?" Professor Dumbledore asked, mirth dancing in his eyes.
The brunette slightly glared at the wizard and looked at the broken vase. To her surprise, the vase wasn't broken anymore. In fact, it was fixed. It looked like it was never broken before. Her eyes widened as she looked back at Professor Dumbledore, mouth opening and closing in disbelief. "What… ? How… did that happen?"
"Magic," Professor Dumbledore said, followed by a soft chuckle. He ceased his chuckles and looked at Mia, this time, he was wearing a serious look on his face. "Now, Miss Andrews, you possess magic, too. Of course, since you are a witch."
"I'm not," Mia stubbornly said.
"Yes, you are," Professor Dumbledore said calmly.
"I said I'm not," the birthday girl repeated.
The old wizard softly sighed and looked around the living room. "I know what you feel, Miss Andrews," he told her in a whisper. "I know this… quite surprised you."
"Oh, it bloody did," she murmured under her breath.
"But, please, the Wizarding World needs you," he said. "So, Miss Mia Andrews, come with me to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm currently the Headmaster of that school. This school, I'm proud to say, is one of the best Wizarding schools in the whole world. It will help you become the best witch you can be."
"But, why now?" Mia asked, a frown adorning her face. Her arms were crossed against her chest. Her eyes were gazing downward behind her spectacles. "Why now when I can still accept this fact when I was still ten-years-old?"
Professor Dumbledore softly chuckled. "Actually, we should have informed you this ever since you were ten-years-old," the Headmaster said. "But, I have decided to let you stay here in the Muggle World first before going to Hogwarts."
"Muggle?" Mrs. Parker suddenly piped in.
"It's what us wizards and witches call people who doesn't have any magic running in their veins," Professor Dumbledore absentmindedly told her.
"Why?" Mia asked, demanding for an answer. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
Something glinted in Professor Dumbledore's eyes. "Because, it's the best for you."
Mia scoffed. "Wow, that's very convincing," she told the old wizard sarcastically.
"Mia, I think that's enough!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed, standing up as she glared disapprovingly at her adopted daughter. "I didn't teach you to be disrespectful to your elders."
The brunette scowled at the floor but refused to look at Mrs. Parker and Professor Dumbledore.
"I am so sorry for Mia's behavior today, Professor Dumbledore," Mrs. Parker apologized in behalf of Mia. "Today was just tiring for her, you see. It's her sixteenth birthday and she discovered a lot of things about herself."
"Apology accepted," the Headmaster said, standing up and straightening his robes. His eyes then landed on the still scowling teenager and sighed. "I'll be back here to fetch you up, Miss Andrews. I need to give you a lot of information before you start studying in Hogwarts." He then looked at Mrs. Parker and offered her a smile. "Goodnight, Mrs. Parker."
"Goodnight," she said, offering him a fake smile.
"And to you, too, Miss Andrews. Goodnight." And with that, Headmaster Dumbledore disappeared with a loud 'pop', not failing to amaze Mrs. Parker and even Mia.
Once he was gone, the older woman looked at the brunette disapprovingly and sat down beside her. "That was very rude of you, Mia," she scolded softly, clasping one of Mia's hands.
The brunette retrieved her hand away from her non-biological mother and stared at the fireplace. "You knew I was a witch ever since I was ten-years-old, am I right?" she asked softly.
Mrs. Parker sighed. There was no point in lying now that she slowly knew the truth about herself. "Yes, yes, quite right," she told her tiredly. "But Professor Dumbledore requested me to hide the truth from you. It was the best for you at that moment. He also requested me to reveal you the truth on your sixteenth birthday."
Mia sighed. "So, all that I believed I was in the past were not true at all?" she asked, anger forgotten. Instead, she felt quite hurt and sad.
Mrs. Parker sighed again and pulled her adopted daughter into a hug. "That's not true," she said softly, rubbing Mia's back as the brunette suddenly… horrifyingly… started to cry. "Even if you became the greatest witch in Hogwarts, you'll still be the Mia I once knew."
The brunette softly sniffed. "Promise me one thing," she whispered. "Promise me that you won't forget me. All right, Mom?"
"Of course," Mrs. Parker said, softly chuckling to herself.
"And also, please, report that bastard to the police," Mia softly growled, removing her glasses to wipe away her tears.
Mrs. Parker only sighed.
Mia stared gloomily at their wall clock, dreading the time when Headmaster Dumbledore would suddenly appear in their house to take her away from the Muggle World towards the world where she really belong.
The brunette sighed as she looked at Mrs. Parker, frantically going hither-thither to prepare Mia's departure. A small smile formed on her face. She was definitely going to miss this woman.
"Mom," she suddenly said, eyes still trained on her non-biological mother.
Mrs. Parker looked at Mia, briefly abandoning folding Mia's clothes. "Yes, honey?" she asked, eyes showing curiosity.
"I love you," she said.
Mrs. Parker's eyes widened. Mia had never told her she loved her. Of course she knew she always did but she just didn't voice it out. Her eyes started to water as she looked at her adopted daughter. She rushed towards the brunette and enveloped her into a tight hug. "Oh, darling, I love you, too," she cried.
A loud 'pop' then was heard, announcing Professor Dumbledore's arrival. Mrs. Parker reluctantly pulled away from Mia as she opened the door. The Headmaster strolled in, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Miss Andrews," he said, eyes trained on the brunette, "Are you now ready?"
Mia nodded mutely as she gathered all of her things. She looked back at her crying mother. Mia slowly walked towards Mrs. Parker and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Goodbye, don't forget me," she softly said as she walked beside Professor Dumbledore.
"Hold my arm, Miss Andrews," he softly said.
"Err… look, I'm sorry for my awful behavior to you yesterday, Headmaster Dumbledore. I was just… surprised at all of the things I discovered yesterday," she apologized, blushing slightly.
The old wizard chuckled. "Not to worry, Miss Andrews," he said. "Now, hold my arm." He looked back at Mrs. Parker. "Thank you for thanking care of her, Cynthia. It was greatly appreciated. I can't promise you if she can return to this house this upcoming Christmas break because of… of a reason. But still, I'll try to open up the communication between the two of you."
"Thank you, Headmaster," the tearful Mrs. Parker said. "Goodbye, dear. Your mother won't forget you." She blew her a kiss, making the brunette smile.
"Now, Miss Andrews, are you ready?" the old wizard said.
Mia heaved a huge breath and nodded her head. "I'm ready," she said.
"Good," Professor Dumbledore said, grinning.
"So, where are we going?" she asked softly.
"To Diagon Alley," the old wizard said as they finally disappeared from Mrs. Parker sight
A/N: So, that's it. Yes, yes I know. Mia Andrews is a bloody common name. Hahaha, but really I got her name from Hermione's, you know 'Mia'. I tried my best to make her somehow like our beloved Hermione Granger. Now, do you have any comments or something. You can also suggest some things. By the way, I would be updating this next year already (and also Princess in Disguise). That's all. Now, please review :D
PS
Thanks to all those who read my one-shot 'Perfect'. It's currently my most reviewed one-shot. That's all. xxx2bl4xxx
Next Chapter: Draco would be there already. :D