Chapter 1
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter.
Only my interpretation of Daisy Dursley. This is a rewrite of Family matters. Enjoy.
The look on Petunia's when she saw both of the parchment letters was a look of utmost hate on her face.
Petunia to the shock of the entire family ripped the letters from Harry's hands. And began with a viscousness that took even Vernon aback shredded the letters with her perfect manicured nails.
"You are never to touch these letters again! Either of you! Both of you to bed, now!" Petunia hissed.
When neither child moved Petunia raised her voice to Vernon level of loud.
"TO BED NOW!" Daisy and Harry both bolted up the stairs.
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Daisy knew her parents had gone mad as she and Harry hid behind the banister watching Vernon try to hammer wooden broads up on the front door with a harden fruit cake.
Petunia wouldn't look at Daisy.
Where once her mother looked with pride and joy. She now looked at Daisy as if she was a monster. A monster she hated.
Daisy knew her mother had always had a hard time with how much she looked like her Aunt. She knew her mum hated her Aunt Lily. It hurt more then Daisy could say to lose the mum who had loved her. Gone where the days Daisy would make sweets with her mother. Gone were the days she would make dresses with her mum. Gone were the days her mum showed her how to listen and use gossip to her advantage.
Her father stopped slipping her pocket money with a wink. He stopped paying for her ballet, piano and boxing lessons.
Her parents now looked at her as if Daisy wasn't their daughter. As if she had been replaced by something ugly. There was nothing she could do to make them love her again. Not even tattling on Harry worked. If even that didn't work, Daisy didn't know what would.
Daisy curled up on the corner of her bed and cried. It wasn't her fault, she had no idea why someone knew where she and her cousin slept. Or why they wanted so badly to reach them. They were more letters for Harry then for Daisy. She had noticed and pointed it out to her parents but it had no effect.
With each letter that came for Daisy, her parents became more and more cold to her.
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After days of getting letters and then finally getting flooded with the things, Vernon Dursley had snapped.
He roughly threw Harry and Daisy into the back seat. Harry shook with fear.
"Mummy! This is mad! I'm sorry if I did something wrong please stop ignoring me!"
Daisy whimpered as her mother climbed into the car. Her mother's lips thinned and she won't even look at her. Vernon drove for hours. He would stop and change direction at random as if that would stop the letters.
He didn't stop the entire night.
Daisy was frightened, her parents were treating her like Harry. She didn't want to be treated like Harry.
Daisy bit her quivering lip, she didn't want to wake anyone with her sobs.
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The maid came and banged on the door jolting Daisy awake.
"Oi! You have got so many bloody letters it's filled our entire mailroom!"
That was all it took for Vernon, like a man possessed to get them all out. They were locked back into the car and driven like a bat out of hell away from the hotel. Vernon muttered darkly under his breath.
Dark storm clouds gathered ominously above them in the sky. Vernon slammed his foot on the brake and stomped into an old food market. He came out grinning like an escaped loon.
He got back into the car and drove to the ocean. Vernon pointed at the far out island with a shack on it.
"They'll never find us there!" He shouted triumphantly.
Even Petunia's cold mask broke when she saw the shack.
"Vernon." She began.
Vernon hushed ger.
"We have to do this, my pet." He insisted.
So they all got into the small row boat, a tiny old man was waiting in for them.
The shack wasn't much better on the inside. Her parents put themselves up in the only bedroom upstairs. Heavy rain and wind battered the house. Daisy shivered on the couch. Her parents hadn't given either of them a blanket.
Harry was curled up on the floor. He still wasn't speaking to her. Harry was angry that she told on him at school about the blue haired wig. Daisy had done it, but she had panicked about being a freak had told everyone it was Harry. It was her knee jerk reaction. Her father had beat Harry with the belt and locked him in his cupboard for a week.
Daisy felt guilty about it. She hadn't think her father would go that far. But at the back of her kind she wondered what he would've done to her if she had told the truth.
She had nightmares of it.
Daisy settled into a fitful sleep on the ratty old couch. The shack shook as the storm hit.
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Daisy fell off the couch as the door of the shack fell to the ground. Daisy rolled behind the couch as a gigantic broad shouldered man squeezed his way into the shack. Vernon pounded down the stairs with a shotgun in his hands.
"Who's there!? I'm armed." Vernon shouted pointing the gun at the large bearded man.
The man ignored the fuming purple faced Vernon and shoved the door back into its place. Shutting out the cold sea wind.
Petunia hid behind her husband her tall thin frame engulfed by his wider one.
"Don't suppose you lot have got any tea? Have you?" Dust was kicked up into Daisy's face as the giant sat down on the couch she had previously occupied.
She coughed waving a hand to brush away the dust.
The giant looked at Harry.
"You look just like yer father. But you have your mother's eyes. Last I saw ya. You were a just a wee baby."
Harry gaped, Daisy gasped. Vernon and Petunia paled.
Vernon sputtered.
"You are trespassing! I demand you leave this instant! We want nothing to do with you or your kind."
The giant growled.
"Sod off Dursley, ya great git!" He reached over and crumbled the shotgun like it was tin foil and threw it the corner.
He sat back down.
Vernon just stared at the broken weapon in dumb shock. The giant turned his back to the elder Dursleys.
He smiled warmly down at Harry.
"I got something for ya Harry, I may have sat on it on the way here." The giant handed Harry a squashed box.
Harry opened it cautiously inside lay a mint frosting on chocolate cake white words decorating it. the words spelled happy birthday Harry. Daisy had completely forgotten it was birthday Harry's birthday. The Dursleys had never celebrated her cousin day before. Daisy felt her chest constrict at the look on her cousin's face.
She felt sick now, looking at her parents. Suddenly her and her family's treatment of Harry didn't seem right.
Harry trembled and blurted.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." Hagrid chuckled.
"So how about that tea? Although I wouldn't say no to something strong if ya got it."
Harry shook his head dumbly.
"Don't have anything to drink here."
Hagrid frowned.
"There's an old tin of tea leaves in the kitchen." Daisy spoke up from behind the couch. She sucked her head back at the heated glare her father sent her.
Harry nodded and went to fetch it.
Hagrid took off his coat and began to pull sausages, firewood, a poker, a box of biscuits, a tea pot and three chipped mugs. A warm blanket which he tossed to Harry.
And he pointed a frilly pink umbrella at the fire place and Daisy felt a shiver run down her spine at the focused energy that flowed from it and created a merry crackling fire that filled the room with warmth.
Hagrid cheerfully began to make tea and roast the sausages over the fire. The smell made Daisy's mouth water. Harry ate the food Hagrid gave him with a grin.
Harry wiped the sausage grease from his mouth.
"I still don't know who you are." Harry cranes his head back to look at the man.
"I told ya, I'm the keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts. You should know all about Hogwarts." Hagrid burped as he bit into another juicy sausage.
Harry and Daisy stared at him blankly.
"Er - no," said Harry.
"Never heard of it." Daisy muttered.
Hagrid looked shocked.
"Sorry." Harry said quickly in his normal reflex.
"Sorry?" barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the elder Dursleys, who shrank back in fear at the glare Hagrid shot at them.
"It's those Dursleys that should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't getting yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know about Hogwarts, for crying out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yet parents learned it all?"
"Learned what?" asked Harry.
"WHAT?" Hagrid thundered.
"Now wait just one second!"
He had leapt to his feet, the floorboards creaked dangerously, Daisy was nervous that they might break under the giant man. His anger seemed to fill the whole shack. Daisy felt the energy spark with Hagrid as he stomped over to her parents who were cowering against the wall.
"Do you mean ter tell me." He growled at the elder Dursleys.
"That Harry bloody Potter knows nothing about ANYTHING?"
Daisy peeked through her fingers at the angry giant. Daisy took a deep breath and said the most banned and hated word in the Dursley household.
"It's magic, isn't it? What Harry and I can do."
Her mother swayed as if Daisy had said something foul. Her father held her mother up and his vein above his eye twitched.
Everyone stared at her.
Daisy flinched at the hateful stares her parents were giving her.
"Aye, magic. Harry, yer parents were both magic folk. Great people, brave, kind. Harry yer a wizard. Yer cousin a witch, didn't see that one coming though." Hagrid shook his head.
Petunia let out a shriek.
"I should have known! Lily making my life miserable even from the grave!" She rounded on Daisy.
"I should have known when you kept looking more and more like Lily each day. That you were a freak!"
Daisy's lower lip trembled.
"Mum, I'm still me. I haven't changed " Daisy made to hug her mother.
She was shoved sharply back by her mother. Daisy was knocked back against the floor scraping her hands.
"No! You're really just Lily come back to haunt me from the grave! You aren't my daughter! My daughter isn't a freak! I hate you! You little monster! Witch! Devil!"
Her mother flung a piece of the broke gun at her.
Daisy screamed and put a hand over her right eye. Blood dripped out of her fingers.
Everyone froze. Petunia almost looked like she wanted to ran over and hug Daisy.
Vernon looked horrified but if it was at Daisy being hurt or Daisy being a witch she couldn't tell.
"They're not going," Vernon said his voice dangerous.
Hagrid grunted, he handed Daisy a handkerchief. She pressed it on her wound to stop the bleeding.
"I'd like ter see a great Muggle like you stop them." Hagrid said.
"A what?" said Harry, interested.
"A Muggle," said Hagrid, "It's what we call non magic folk like them. And it's bad luck you grew up in a family of the biggest magic hating Muggles I ever laid my eyes on."
"We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish." Said Uncle Vernon, "Swore we'd stamp it out of him! It's not natural. But now he's infected Daisy! My little girl." Vernon's voice broke.
"You knew?" said Harry. "You knew I'm a - a wizard?"
"Knew!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. "Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? A freak! Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school! She came home every vacation with her pockets full of frogspawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family! Nothing I did could ever complete with that! Lily was the pretty one, the fun one, the special one!"
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all of this for years.
"And now she's even ruined my daughter. I can't even stand to look at her. Lily met that Potter at school, they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange. I should have seen the signs. I only saw you doing the magic. But that freak was just doing it too. You're both just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!" Petunia spat at Harry. Daisy's knees hit the floor. She shook with silent tears.
Harry had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, "Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"CAR CRASH!" roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that Petunia and Vernon retreated back to their corner.
"How could a car crash have killed Lily an' James Potter? It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowing his own story when every child in our world knows his name!"
"But why? What happened?" Harry asked urgently.
The anger faded from Hagrid's face. He looked suddenly anxious.
"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble getting hold of yeh, how much yeh didn't know. Ah, Harry, I don't know if I'm the right
person to tell yeh but someone's gotta. Yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowing."
He threw a dirty look at the elder Dursleys.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh, I can't tell yeh everything, it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..."
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said.
"It begins, I suppose, with-with a person called . . . But it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows-" Daisy got the feeling the giant was wanting to avoid saying the name.
"Tell me please!" Harry begged.
Daisy felt her right hand getting sticky with blood. Head wounds always bleed more.
Hagrid with reluctance told Harry what really happened to his parents.
"It was dark times. The dark lord, you know who." Hagrid began.
"That can't really be his name!" Daisy exclaimed.
Hagrid shuttered.
"No one says his name, he was a wizard who went as bad as you could go. His name was. . ."
"Could you write the name down?" Harry looked around for something to write on.
Hagrid shook his head.
"Don't know how to spell it." He took a deep breath and said very quickly.
"Voldemort." Hagrid hissed and quivered as he looked wildly around. As if just saying the name could summon the dark wizard.
"Don't make me say it again. You know who, about twenty years ago. Started gathering old pureblood families to him. Made promises to em. He started taking over, it was dark times. Any one who spoke out or fought him. He destroyed everything, entire lines of old families were wiped out. One of the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Dumbledore is one of the only people who he is afraid of." Hagrid told the story even the two elder Dursleys listened.
"Your parents Harry, were good magic folk. It always surprised me You know who never tired to recruit your parents. But one night on Halloween, he showed up at your parents house ten years ago. You were just a baby. He came to yer house and. . . And."
Hagrid burst into tears.
"Good people your parents. He killed them. Then when he turned his wand on you. You survived the killing curse. Didn't ya ever wonder how you got yer scar? It where he tried to kill ya and failed."
Harry looked pained.
"Did Harry kill him then? Is that why he's famous in your world?" Daisy looked up at the giant. She didn't want to think about her parents.
He nodded.
"Some say he died, but Dumbledore thinks his spirit still lingers in this world looking fer a way back. Took ya from the ruined house myself."
Daisy shuttered. How was he still hanging around? Did that mean he was still after Harry?
"A Load of tosh, that's what this is! As if the boy could stop anyone!" Exclaimed Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped.
He had forgotten that the elder Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon seemed to have gained back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.
"Now, you listen here, boy." He snarled.
"I accept there's something strange about you. Nothing a good beating can't cure. As for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world's better off without them in my opinion." Daisy stared at her father. He was admitting everything they told Daisy and Harry about his parents was a lie.
Her mother nodded in agreement. Daisy had always wondered why her mum hated Aunt Lily so much. But now she knew. Magic. Now Daisy would share her aunt's fate to be hated by Petunia.
"Asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types, just what I expected. Always knew they'd come to a sticky end-" Vernon was cut off by the frilly pink umbrella being pointed in his face. Hagrid leapt from the sofa and pointed it at Uncle Vernon like a sword.
He growled.
"I'm warning you, Dursley. I'm warning you one more word..." Hagrid glared at Vernon.
In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant,
Uncle Vernon's courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent. Petunia pressed to the wall behind him.
Hagrid sniffed derisive of her parents.
"Yer going to be a great wizard Harry."
"You must have made a mistake, I'm just Harry. Just Harry, I can't be a wizard." Harry looked at the ground.
"Haven't ya ever done something ya couldn't explain?" Both Harry and Daisy thought back.
Harry nodded slowly.
Daisy paled.
Hagrid nodded.
"They'll not be going! Either of them! I forbid it! He's going to Stonewall
High and he'll be grateful for it. I've read those letters and he needs
all sorts of rubbish, spell books and wands and-and Daisy is going to Primwall's school for young ladies."
"If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him. Now you can stop yer daughter. Its your right." growled Hagrid. "But stop Lily an' James Potter's son goin' ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. His name's been down ever since he was born. He's off to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there. He'll be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, and he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had Albus Dumbled-"
"I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM
MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled
it over his head.
"NEVER." He thundered.
"INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!"
He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Vernon. There was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Vernon was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned
his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.
Uncle Vernon roared in rage. Pulling Aunt Petunia into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them. Daisy felt cold as her father hadn't even looked at her. He just left.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.
"Was trying to turn him into a pig. Guess there wasn't much more to be done. But I suppose I shouldn't have let my temper get the better of me."
Daisy tuned out the giant's and Harry's conversation. She hid herself in the bathroom. She looked at her right eye. It was still trickling blood. It would scar.
It looked like a wonky line, it started above her eyebrow cut down through it. The rest of it followed down below her eyelid was deeply cut and the cut ended before her cheek bone. Her good looks forever marred by her mother's rage.
She traced the wound with her finger. She willed it to stop bleeding and it did to her astonishment. Daisy pulled her long bangs to cover her right eye. She gripped the sink to stop herself from falling. She climbed into the clawed foot tub and slept.
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Daisy hesitated before tugging on the back on Hagrid's shirt.
He whirled around to look at her as he cooked breakfast.
"Yes?" He asked gruffly but not unkindly.
"Can I have my letter?" Daisy held out her hand. Hagrid sachet thru his coat and brought it out for her.
Daisy clutched it to her chest. She didn't know how she would pay for her school things. But she couldn't stay here, and become her parent's new Harry. Besides she wanted to study magic.
Daisy sat still as Harry and Hagrid finished their breakfast. They rode away in the row boat Hagrid had brought with him.
Harry and Daisy didn't speak to each other.
They traveled back to the beach. Caught a train back to London. And followed Hagrid to an old pub.
The pub went quiet when Harry stepped in and the people swarmed Harry. Hagrid brushed them off. Daisy mutely stood off to the side, normally she was the one people were drawn to. But here in the magic world Harry was everything and Daisy was nothing. Daisy observed how people reacted to her cousin. The Professor who would be teaching at their new school trembled as he came up to meet Harry. Daisy didn't like the professor, she was glad no one noticed her. She followed behind the two.
Hagrid opened the way to Diagon Alley.
Daisy gasped it was amazing.
Witches, wizards dressed in brightly colored robes. Shops of all kinds.
They followed up the stone steps into the bank. Gringotts bank run by goblins, actual Goblins.
Hagrid pointed her to a desk with a sour looking female goblin.
"Yeh can get the fund for Hogwarts students who need help for buying and I need to go visit his vault. Wait fer us here." The two left her in the lobby.
Daisy headed to the desk.
The female goblin sneered down at her.
"You here for Hogwarts Financial aid?"
Daisy gulped and nodded.
The goblin pulled out a folder and a quill.
"Go fill this out." She pointed to a chair to the left of her. Daisy's cheeks burned as a few people gave her a stink eye. Was this what it was like for Harry in his poor clothing? She filled out everything she could.
She handed it back to the Goblin.
The lady goblin looked it over with a fine eye. She scowled as she handed Daisy a list of stores to go to and a small pouch of money.
"Move along." The goblin waved her away.
Daisy waited for the two to come back up.
Hagrid took a look at her list when they joined her. They split up with the plan to meet back up at the ice cream shop this afternoon. Daisy set her back straight and walked to the first store. It was a second hand robe store.
The old witch took a look at her. Then she sneered.
"Here for the discount robes then?"
Daisy nodded determined to not show how embarrassed she was.
The woman measured Daisy and waved her wand to a box on the second shelf.
"Here, that will be five sickles."
Daisy frowned.
"It says on the paper you charge three."
The witch's lip curled.
"I'm not wasting a discount on a teachers to make me give you it for cheaper. Give me the sliver or get out!"
Daisy saw red as she dug out five silver coins and threw them on the counter.
She stomped out. What was a mudblood? She glared at the ground.
Next was books. Daisy's books were worn and falling apart but she only had to pay two silver coins. Then she got her telescope, cauldron, potion supplies, gloves, scales, a trunk. The last thing was a wand. Daisy stepped into the dark dusty shop. Jimmy Kiddell's discount wands, just opened. She had wanted to go to the other wand shop but she didn't have enough money to buy one from there.
The greasy shop owner greeted her.
"Hello, looking for a wand?"
Daisy nodded.
He grinned.
He handed her wand after wand. But he snatched them back just as fast.
"Figures, I get a tricky customer." He muttered annoyed.
Daisy was getting tired she hadn't sleep well.
They kept at it.
He finally threw up his hands and pushed Daisy into his store room.
"Close your eyes and feel for the wand that draws you to it." Daisy closed her eyes. Searching for a wand that would match her.
A wand called out to her as if in a trace Daisy put one foot forward and walked towards the warm feeling. Daisy felt the magic pull her to the wand that would be hers. It beckoned to her, Daisy's hand wrapped itself around a long box.
The wand maker choked.
Daisy opened her eyes and opened the box. It was a fourteen inch beautiful pine wand, it had black walnut wood fitted into the carved celtic designs and holding it made Daisy feel complete. It's handle was twisted and fit perfectly into Daisy's hand.
"That wand has been in my family for six hundred years. It wasn't even made by us. It was give to us. Every person who pick up that wand yells out in pain. It hasn't chosen an owner as far as I know." He looked weary at Daisy.
"Why? It's such a nice wand." Daisy stroked it.
"It's got a Phooka tail hair, girl." He grumbled.
"What's a Phooka?" Daisy waved the wand. Clearing away the dust. It had been bothering her. The man's eyebrows rose at her controlled display of magic.
The man's lips tightened but he answered.
"A Phooka is an Irish shift-shaper. It can be good or bad. But it is always unpredictable, a mischievous and roguish trickster. It speaks in riddles and can give advice, shepherd people from danger. It is a rigid, unpredictable and powerful wand."
"Where could I find a Phooka?" Daisy wondered aloud.
"You don't find the Phooka, the Phooka finds you. They aren't to be trifled with. You'd do your best to return to your Muggle world. If a Phooka gives something up for a wand. The Phooka claims the witch or Wizard who uses the wand. The Phooka is an old creature with old magic. Now get out!" With that he threw her from the shop refusing payment. Daisy wasn't bother if he didn't want the five gallons, she could use it elsewhere.
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Daisy enjoyed the ice cream. Her shopping was all done, most of it was second hand but at least she picked the best she could find. Harry had brand new everything and a snow white owl. He sported his own wand, a holly wand with a Phoenix feather.
Harry and Hagrid were talking about the four houses of Hogwarts. The dark wizard who killed Harry's parents had been in Slytherin.
"Not a many wizards in Slytherin who haven't turned dark in that house." Hagrid says darkly to Harry.
Daisy looked at Hagrid and interrupted him.
"Hagrid, what do you know of the Phooka?" Both Hagrid and Harry stopped mid sentence to look at her.
Hagrid frowned.
"Phookas? Now why would ya want ta know about 'em?"
"I heard someone talking about them." Daisy shrugged a picture of innocence.
Hagrid frowned.
"Well they're a strange bunch, no doubt about that. They have powerful magics, and most are good folk, others are bad folk.
They like to play tricks or lead others to their fate. They're wise, always listen to a Phooka's advice. They can shift-shape into horses, dogs, humans, rabbits, goat, even ravens. They always are Black with gold eyes." Hagrid seemed to enjoy telling them about Phookas.
"Ya know legends tell of Phooka who shift-shaped into Humans. You could always tell though because of the tail. Phookas love to trick muggles. I heard of a case where a Phooka fell in love with a muggle and had children with her. No one can prove that one though." Hagrid took in the two focused faces on his words.
"Some believe Merlin's father was an Incubus. But I believe his father was a Phooka. He was the most powerful wizard in magic history."
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed.
Daisy gripped her new wand. Powerful? Her? She felt much better about going into the unknown with power to protect her.
Harry and Hagrid had started a new conversation on the legend of Merlin and the differences between the Muggle and the magic version. Daisy half listen in.
In the magic version Merlin was a young man who was forced to become a servant to Prince Arthur Pendragon. Merlin was a noble mage who taught the four founders of Hogwarts magic. He and Morgana half sister to Prince Arthur rose up against king Uther who had been slaughtering anything with magic he could get his hands on.
Arthur betrayed Morgana and Merlin after they helped him kill his father, he banned magic from his kingdom. Leading Morgana and Merlin to separate the magic and Muggle people.
Daisy hadn't ever been able to read the legend of Merlin in the Muggle world not with her parents hate for anything magic.
Perhaps she should look into it.
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Daisy and Harry were given their tickets by Hagrid. They all rode the train.
Hagrid got into a vibrant conversation about knitting with an old woman on the train.
"Harry, we should stick together at school. We are cousins after all." Daisy looked at him. She didn't want to admit how frighten she was. His darkened green eyes narrowed at her from behind his thick frames.
"Now you want to stick together?!" Harry spat.
"You've been getting me in trouble with your parents for years. You've teased and bullied me for years. Did you stick with me after I confided in you about magic? No!" Harry snarled.
"You did some magic and threw me to the dogs so you wouldn't get into trouble! Well now you're just a freak like me! Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hate you now too! You stay away from me at school! I don't want anything to do with you" Harry hissed.
Daisy swallowed the lump in her throat.
She knew he was right. But it still hurt to be rejected even by him. Neither spoke nor looked at the other as they entered the train station. Harry took off away from her to say good bye to Hagrid.
Daisy felt her wand hum with magic, leading her to the platforms nine and ten.
Daisy stared hard at the thick brick pillar. It was older and a different color of brick from the rest. Daisy put a hand up to it. Hold the other on her trolley. Her hand went right through. She smirked, it seemed as well being brilliant at Piano, Ballet and Boxing. Daisy could now add Magic to that list.
She entered the barrier and saw the red, gold and black train with golden letters the Hogwarts Express.
Daisy dragged her worn truck to the train and climbed aboard.
She was knocked into a older boy with a scowl on his face. He wore green lined robes After she fell off the bench shoving her truck onto the rack.
"Watch it!" He glared and jerked his wand at her. And Daisy felt like she was going to puke. His friends laughed.
"She's turning green!" They howled.
Daisy ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. She puked in the toilet.
She heaved until nothing going was left. It looked like she was up chucking oil or tar.
She moaned and pressed her head to the cool porcelain bowl.
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"You know the train is stopping in ten minutes don't you?" A bossy girl near Daisy's age poked her head into the bathroom.
Hadn't Daisy locked that door.
"You're already in your uniform I see, that's good."
Daisy stumbled away from her.
She followed the rest of the first years onto the boats. She didn't feel much better. Her stomach churned from unease and from the curse that older boy had casted on her.
But the sight of the moonlit castle took her breath away she could taste magic in the very air. Hagrid shooed them off the boats after they reached the docks. Directing them to the grand hall.
A tall green robed witch with stern frown looked down her nose at them.
She began speak about the school.
Daisy was having a hard time concentrating with the pounding headache. Her magic fiercely attacking the curse.
Harry glared at the smug blonde boy.
Who loudly declared Slytherin to be the best.
Professor McGonagall led them into the great hall. The ceiling was enchanting, it looked like the night sky. Daisy stared up at it in wonder.
Professor McGonagall set down an old stool and an even older hat. She reached into her wide sleeves and pull out a long scroll.
The hat firmed a face and began to sing.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
When the hat stopped singing Professor McGonagall began to read off names.
Daisy hear her name called. She felt like she was going to cease breathing with all of the eyes on her. She wiped her sweaty hands on her robes.
"Dursley? I don't know any magic family named Dursley, must be a muggleborn." A girl with a pug nose sniffed.
Daisy walked over to the stool. She sat down and felt the hat drop down on her head. Daisy fidgeted as the hat did nothing.
Wasn't it supposed to shout out a name? Why hadn't it done so?
Was it all a joke?
'No, it's not a joke Miss Daisy Dursley. You very much have magic. I see great things from you. There hasn't been one like you for a very long time.' The hat spoke inside her head. Daisy jumped, she growled as she felt the hat searching her memories. She tried to push it out.
'Now, now don't be difficult.' The hat chided. 'You must let me in so I may sort you. Nothing I see can be told to anyone else. I assure you.' The hat made noises of understanding as it pulled out of her mind.
'Slytherin,' The hat told her. 'You belong in Slytherin.'
Daisy went white as a ghost.
'No, no, no please! That's the house that dark lord came from. He killed my aunt and uncle. Hagrid said that house hates people like me! My parents are magic hating Muggles. I won't survive in that house. Don't put me there. Please!' Daisy begged.
'You will survive, Slytherin is the house for you. Nothing you say will change my mind.' The hat opened its mouth.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The entire hall went so quiet a pin could be heard if it dropped. Whispers and shouts broke the silence.
"A muggleborn sorted into Slytherin!?" A older girl gaped.
"What traitor! How could she get sorted into a house that hates people like her." The words flooded Daisy's head.
Daisy walked over to the green and silver table like she was walking to her deathbed. She probably was as most of the Slytherin house glared with pure hate at her.
She sat down at the end of the table far away from anyone else.
"A mudblood in our house! This is an outrage!"
"My father will hear of this!"
"We have to sleep in the same room as a muggle!?"
"That Hat's gone manky!"
Dumbledore sent a cold look that shut the Slytherins up. The next child was sorted. Daisy sat trembling.
Her long blonde hair covering her face like a veil. She could feel Harry's emerald eyes burn into her. Wasn't this just grand for the cousin she got into trouble and teased. He now had proof Daisy was evil. She got sorted into Slytherin after all. The same house that the man who killed his parents came from. Daisy begged and pleaded to the stupid hat hadn't worked. It refused to put her into any other house.
Daisy wished she didn't have magic. Wished with all her being.
Her parents couldn't look at her. Her mother hated her now, Petunia hid it behind her facade of motherly over bearing. But Daisy could feel how much the letter had shattered her parents love for their only child. Now Daisy was just like Harry, now she wasn't safe from her parents. For once Daisy's life she was the one having to do with only having second hand things to use for school. She was going to have to get used to it. Daisy didn't see her parents getting over the fact she had magic.
Harry's Parents left him rich in the wizarding world. Lucky him, everything seem to be turning out great for him in this new world.
The food appeared and smelled wonderful. But Daisy felt sick to her stomach.
She didn't touch the food.
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Daisy shivered outside the common room.
No one had told her the password. And the dungeons were freezing.
Daisy wished she could clean. Cleaning with her mother had always made herself feel better. Not that Daisy would ever be able to clean the kitchen with her mother again.
Daisy's teeth chattered.
A cat meowing made Daisy lift her head up.
A scradley old cat's golden eyes stared at her. Daisy shivered and wiped at her green-gold eyes.
It howled making Daisy jump back.
The old caretaker of the castle limped over to his cat. He had a nasty grin on his face.
"What's this? A student out of bed? You're in trouble girl!" Flitch looked positively gleeful.
Daisy couldn't help herself she began to cry. "I don't know the password. No one would tell me, and Professor Snape said if I was a true Slytherin I would know it. So he wouldn't tell me either. I've been out here all night."
Flitch looked taken aback.
"That's what you get for sorting into Slytherin." He sneered.
Daisy twitched.
She sprang up.
"I didn't ask to be sorted in Slytherin! I begged the hat to sort me anywhere else! But the damned thing said I had to be in Slytherin. Now everyone hates me! Because of something I can't control. Even my parents hate me. They said I'm a freak!"
Flitch looked at her mutil-color splotched hair, her ripped third hand robes and the magic charmed stitching on her right sleeve.
The red thread spelling out Mudblood.
Her tear stained face with a fading bruise and a forming scar on her right eye in the light of the flickering torches. Flitch remembered not getting his letter to Hogwarts and being called a freak by his own parents.
"Get up." He said gruffly to the little girl.
Daisy swallowed but got up.
"Follow me." Flitch turned his back to her and started walking. Daisy hesitated then followed.
Flitch led her to the entrance hall.
He walked into a hidden set of rooms.
He directed Daisy to an ratty armchair.
Daisy sat down in the chair by the fire.
Warming her hands in the heat of the crackling fire.
"Grendel!" Flitch called.
A soft bang, caused Daisy to topple out of her chair. A small wrinkled thing with big floppy ears appear from Daisy's point of view out of thin air.
It spoke in a croak of a voice.
"What is it being that Master Flitch be needing?"
It bowed.
"Some sandwiches, and hot drinks."
Flitch tells the creature.
It nodded and bowed again.
"Grendel is pleased to be serving." Another bang and the thing had gone.
"What was that?" Daisy peeked from behind her chair.
Flitch gave her a dry look.
"A house elf."
Daisy looked disappointed.
"That was an elf? I thought it might be a brownie. I thought Elves were supposed to be beautiful."
She climbed back into her chair.
Flitch shook his head.
"Muggles got a lot of things wrong. The things they called Elves were Valar. And they haven't been seen since before Hogwarts. They've gone from this world."
"Oh." Daisy sat back in her chair.
The house elf returned with food.
Grendel looked Daisy over and tsked.
"Miss should look more presentable." Grendel snapped his fingers.
His magic flowed to Daisy and fixed her hair and robes. Daisy's long pale blonde hair was plaited in a braided bun. Her robes fixed and looked much better then when she bought them.
Daisy shyly touched her hair.
"Thank you." She looked at the small old elf. Grendel looked at Flitch.
"She's muggleborn." He shrugged.
The elf nodded.
"We is having to teach Miss to be a proper witch."
Daisy frowned.
"Am I not supposed to thank you?"
Grendel blushed.
"Not many witches have thanked Grendel."
Daisy was tried and confused.
"But what you did was amazing! You just snapped your fingers and fixed everything."
Grendel's blush deepened.
"What else you do around the castle?" Daisy asked.
"Grendel is head house elf, keeping school clean and cozy for staff and students. Under Master Flitch's command."
Daisy looked awed.
"Wow, you must work hard to keep the castle looking so great."
Grendel grinned so brightly at her. Daisy was worried his face might split.
"I like cleaning too." Daisy exclaimed.
Flitch looked thoughtful.
"You like to clean?"
Daisy's smile faded.
"I used to clean with my mother, but I don't think that will happen again now she hates me. Cleaning is fun and soothing." Daisy mumbled.
"I'll make you a deal." Flitch began.
"You help me with taking care of the castle. And I'll give you my extra room to sleep in so your housemates don't murder you in your sleep."
Daisy jumped out of the chair.
"You won't regret it! I will work hard, and I'll learn fast!"
Flitch looked her over.
"You better." He grumbled.
"Grendel set Daisy up in the old room."
"Grendel will do that!" Grendel disappeared with a determined look on his face.
Daisy bit into a meat and cheese sandwich.
She ate three and drank the hot tea. She was hungry from not eating much the last three weeks. She had gotten thin.
She eyed Flitch.
"Thank you, I won't disappoint you." She promised. Flitch pursed his lips. As jumped and purred on Daisy's lap.
Flitch frowned.
Mrs. Norris didn't like like anyone besides him. So Flitch supposed that was a pretty good indicator of the character of the girl. He just hoped he wouldn't regret it.
Grendel popped back in.
"Young Miss's room is ready." Grendel took Daisy's hand and showed her to the room.
It wasn't big but it wasn't small.
Grendel looked very pleased with himself at Daisy's squeal of delight.
There was a handsome green silk curtained four poster bed. The sliver covers had green threaded snakes on them. The wardrobe was in a corner next to the desk. Daisy opened the wardrobe.
"Wow! There's clothes in here!" Daisy saw quality clothes from different eras.
"These are clothes Students have left behind. Miss must have proper clothing." Grendel pulled out a night gown for her.
Daisy took it with a smile.
The desk Grendel explained was for studying.
"What sort of books are in the bookcase?" Daisy looked at the unfamiliar titles.
Grendel straighten.
"These books is being for Miss to learn. For school, culture, cleaning and magic."
Daisy bent down to throw her arms around the elf.
"Thank you, thank you! This is wonderful!"
Grendel squirmed.
"Grendel just be doing his job." He squawked then left via disappearing.
Daisy changed out of her school robes and into the night gown. She climbed into the bed and snuggled into sleep.
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Daisy sat at the end of the Slytherin table trying to make herself unnoticeable. She had had breakfast brought to her by Grendel. Grendel had insisted on helping her get ready that morning. Grendel had curled her hair into ringlets and put a green ribbon in her hair. He picked out her uniform. Her skirt was far longer than anyone else's. But Daisy didn't mind she liked Grendel's positive attention. She was warned by Flitch to never eat something she didn't know where it came from. He said her housemates might try to poison her. Today Professor Snape would be handing out schedules.
Snape didn't look at her as he shoved her parchment at her. It fluttered to the ground. The Slytherin snickered as she bent down to pick it up. Then went back to ignoring her. Daisy looked at her schedule, the classes she would have with her cousin in most of her classes. A few seats down she heard Draco Malfoy whine.
"Most of our classes are with the Gryffindors! It bad enough to have a Mudblood in our house. Now we have to share most of our classes and with
blood traitors and the rest of Mudbloods?!"
He and the rest of Daisy classmates shot her dark looks. Daisy keep her head down. Daisy had a plan. She would not speak in class, she would learn the magic she needed to know on her own. But she wasn't going to risk getting good marks in classes and drawing attention from her dangerous classmates. Daisy was taking a leaf out of Harry's book back in Little whinging.
She left Breakfast early. Taking out the parchment Flitch gave her with directions to her classes.
Today was potions, transfiguration, charms, and herbology. Tomorrow would be Astrology, flying, history of magic, defense against the dark arts.
Daisy glowered at the list. Figured her first class would be with her cold head of house. Murphy's law seemed to be taken with her. Daisy couldn't figure out why he hated her. Professor Snape subtly flinched everytime he saw her face and eyes.
Daisy had often been told by old friends of her mother that she was a carbon of her Aunt Lily, except for the freckles and straight blonde hair. And the fact she had gold flecks mixed in with her green eyes. Petunia had always stiffened with a strained smile and quickly change the subject and demonize her sister. That Hagrid fellow had said so too. He also told Harry that he looked like his father James but had his mother's eyes.
So with great reluctance Daisy Dursley heading back into the snake dungeon territory.
She was the first one to class so she had her pick of the seats. She sat in the back in the corner. And waited for the rest of her classmates to trickle in.
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Professor Snape started the class on roll call and made a big deal out of Harry's name. Daisy wondered why he hated Harry and his dad so much. She personally thought Snape was petty like her parents for holding a grudge against Harry for his parents actions. Not that Daisy would admit this out loud ever and draw attention to herself. Or that she herself had been that way.
Snape snapped at her to partner up with the clumsy boy from gryffindor.
Daisy with hidden resentment pack up her things to the laughter of the Slytherins. And glares from the Gryffindors she sat down at the table.
She and Harry ignored each other.
Daisy had plenty of time to read the instructions for today's potion and the rest of the chapter while she had waited for everyone else.
The boy looked terrified at her. Daisy sighed. This was one class she had to do well in. She couldn't do badly after hearing Snape's creepy beginning class speech.
Daisy turned to the boy as soon as Snape ordered them to start their Potions.
"I'm in charge, you're my assistant. You do what I say and we might both get a passing grade. I'm Daisy." She held out her hand. The boy shook it.
"I'm Neville." His voice was quiet and full of timidness.
Daisy nodded briskly.
"Okay I already read the instructions and ingredients so stay here and watch our cauldron. I don't want my housemates to sabotage us." She held Neville under a fierce glare until he nodded.
She grabbed the best ingredients she could find and returned to her table.
Daisy muttered a fire spell to light the fire under the cauldron. She set out ingredients but when they were going into the potion. She was glad her wrist watch worked in the castle. It made it so every ingredient was put in perfectly timed.
Daisy was glad her mother taught her to cook with her. Potion making wasn't the same as cooking but it was close enough. Daisy was excellent at it.
Neville obeyed her directions well. And seem content to let her boss him around.
When the Professor neared their potion. His lip curled in distaste but he said nothing. Daisy knew with the little time she spent with him. That she had done well but it would kill Snape to admit it.
Everything had gone smoothly until Pansy vindictively threw something in her cauldron. Daisy's eyes widened and she tackled Neville to the ground as their potion exploded. It hit four Gryffindors and Crabbe from her house. Snape hauled Daisy up by her ear and shouted at her.
"STUPID GIRL! What were you thinking adding porcupine quills to your potion at this time?!" Daisy had seen Harry in trouble enough times to know to stay silent. Pansy looked so pleased with herself. Daisy knew she herself would be the only one to get punished. Snape wouldn't punished Pansy, even if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"It was an accident, Professor. I can clean up the classroom tonight to make up for it." Daisy says in a reasonable voice. Snape scowled at her. He looked as if he wanted Daisy nowhere near him.
"You will have Detention with Mister Flitch tonight." Snape tells her with pleasure at the horrible punishment.
Daisy had to fight the smirk threatening to form on her face. She had to clean with Flitch tonight anyway. So really it wasn't a punishment.
"Yes, sir." Daisy made her voice sound like she would be marching to her doom.
Snape glanced at the Gryffindors caught in the blast.
"Everyone hit with the potion, go to the infirmary. Now!" Snape pointed to the door. The students hit by the potion filed out of the classroom.
Malfoy smirked.
"This is why filth shouldn't be allowed in." The Slytherins hissed with amusement. The Gryffindors didn't say anything and Snape ignored the comment.
After another half hour of being insulted and getting hit with spit wads and jixies. And Snape conveniently turning his back anytime the Slytherins harassed her. Daisy was more then ready to leave. As Daisy shot to the door. Snape called out.
"Your mark is T for troll. I expected nothing more from you." Daisy reddened with humiliation. As the Slytherins howled and even some of the Gryffindors. Daisy sprinted out of the classroom.
Snape hated her even more than he hated Harry if that was possible. Daisy wished the overgrown bat would drop dead.
"Wait!" Neville called out from behind her.
Daisy stopped.
Neville panted from running after her.
"Wait, I wanted to say thanks."
"For what?" Daisy tersely snapped.
Neville leaned back away from her.
"For helping me in potions and saving me from when Parkinson threw those quills."
Daisy blinked.
"Oh, you're welcome." She turned away.
"Wait! Umm. . . Do you want to walk to transfiguration with me?" Neville asked as he looked down at his shoes.
Daisy looked over her shoulder with a calculating look.
"You don't care I'm in Slytherin? Or that I'm a Mudblood?"
Neville looked horrified.
"You shouldn't use the M word. It's not nice to say."
Daisy scoffed.
"That's what everyone in my house calls me. It's an insult obviously I knew that. What should I say then if not Mudblood?"
"Muggleborn." Neville squeaked.
Daisy shrugged her shoulders.
"All right then. Let's get walking." She didn't wait and see if Neville was following.
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Professor McGonagall was very strict and was surprised to see the two students so early. She stopped in her tracks when she saw it was Daisy.
She cleared her throat. She gave off the air of disapproval of Daisy being at Hogwarts.
"So Miss Dursley, Mister Longbottom, I am pleased to see you both early."
"Just wanted to be prepared for class." Daisy says in a half truth. The real reason she had been early to classes was that in a teacher's presence besides Snape's that is, her housemates would have to lay off. So if Daisy arrived early to every class, less chance of getting cornered and attacked.
"You look. . ." The Professor McGonagall trailed off. She shook her head.
"Nevermind go take your seats."
The rest of the class entered the room.
The Slytherins whispered about Daisy and Neville. But Professor McGonagall shut down any talking to start her lesson.
Daisy enjoyed this class.
It was structured and Professor McGonagall left her alone.
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Charms was fine, Daisy liked it as much as Transfiguration. She hated herbology because the Slytherins kept getting her into trouble and messing up her plants. Which made Daisy angry she loved plants. Neville was a genius with plants. She was done with classes for the day and met Flitch at the rooms.
He glared at her.
"Detention on the first day?" He demanded.
"Professor Snape's got issues. He's mental. He's got serious problems with me and my cousin but he hates me more. One of my housemates chucked porcupine quills into my potions. And Snape even saw it and I still was the one to get in trouble." Daisy explained.
"So I told him I was sorry it was an accident and volunteered for detention and got assigned to you."
Flitch looked thoughtful.
"I always knew that Snape boy was a bad egg. Fine, you're already cleaning with me tonight. So get to it. In the hard to reach places. My arthritis is killing me tonight." Flitch complained.
Daisy nodded.
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The loud slap of a book landing on desk shook Daisy out of her studying.
"Hello Grendel, what's this?" Daisy looked at the ancient cracked leather bound book.
"Grendel knows young miss has talent for old magics. Grendel also has Gaelic translator." Grendel waved another book at her.
"Old magics?" Daisy cocked her head appearing similar to an owl.
"What do you mean?"
"Grendel has seen many students walk through this castle. Grendel has worked Hogwarts for four hundred years. Grendel knows how to spot power. And young miss has power." Grendel says in a hushed tone.
"Wizards have forgotten how to really use magic. This book is being one of the last on old magics. Grendel hopes young miss uses it wisely."
Daisy swallowed the lump in her throat.
"I'm honored you would give this to me. Thank you." This time as Daisy hugged Grendel, he didn't stiffened.
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Daisy was running away from the angry Slytherins in her years. This morning in flying class. Draco got his ass kicked by Harry. If Harry wasn't ignoring her, she would have told him good job on schooling that prat.
But he was ignoring her so Daisy tried not to let it bother her.
Neville was injured and Daisy went with him to the hospital wing and Madam Hooch. It was fascinating to watch Madam Pomfrey work. Daisy was so going to convince Pomfret to let her learn from her. So then she wouldn't need to limp to the infirmary after an attack. Madame Pomfrey was sharp and knew she was lying about where she got her injuries. Daisy was made to go to lunch by Madame Pomfrey. Draco and his gang were waiting for her.
"So Potter thinks he can out fly me?!" Malfoy snarled at Daisy.
Daisy really didn't care about Quidditch. Or Draco's whining.
"I think you're confusing me with someone who cares." She drawled.
Zambini snickered at her comment but stopped when Draco gave him a look.
"You filthy little mudblood! You don't get to talk to me like that!" Draco spat.
Daisy could see Theodore raise his wand. She took off sprinting down the hall. She was halfway down the hall before any of them reacted.
They chased after her.
Daisy felt herself falling as her legs locked together and she crashed to the ground. She looked around to see if anyone else was around. No one was.
The Slytherins surrounded her.
She could still move her upper body.
But not for long.
Draco muttered another jinx at her. Now she couldn't move at all.
"You think you belong in Slytherin?" Draco kicked her side.
"You don't belong in Slytherin, you don't belong in Hogwarts and you should just leave before I make you."
Daisy's side hurt from the kicks.
Pansy smirked as she casted her own spell and mud splattered all over Daisy.
They left laughing.
Daisy couldn't even twitch her fingers and her side was on fire with pain.
She focused on speaking.
"G-g-g-g... Gr-gr-gr..." Daisy could feel the magic binding her. She attacked the foreign magic on her mouth.
"Gr-gren-grendel!" She hissed through her pain. With a crack she could see Grendel's feet.
Grendel made a squawked indignantly when he saw. He snapped his fingers and released the magic from Daisy. She was free to move again she curled up around herself trying to soothe the pain.
"What's happened to young miss?" Grendel with tenderness flicked his hand to help clean her up. Daisy shivered.
"My housemates don't like me very much. And I don't know how to defend myself against them."
Grendel shook his head angrily.
"Devils they are. Devils! My poor young miss!" He noticed Daisy clutching her side in pain.
"Let Grendel help you with that." Grendel touched her side and Daisy felt his magic healing the damage.
Daisy wiped at her eyes.
"Thank you Grendel." Daisy hugged him.
Grendel hugged her back.
"Grendel will take Young Miss to class."
Daisy felt dizzy and looked around to see they were near the defence against the dark arts class.
"Thanks again Grendel."
Grendel snapped his fingers and was gone.
Daisy opened the classroom door.
The teacher was a tall thin man dressed in purple and a turban. The Slytherins all scowled at her.
"M-m-miss Dursley! You are l-l-late." Quirrell snapped. The Slytherins snickered.
Daisy swallowed at his eyes which burned with disgust. His tone sounded like a normal teacher's scolding tone but something about him put Daisy on edge.
"I am very sorry Professor Quirrell. I got lost."
Quirrell pointed to a desk by Goyle.
"S-sit down."
Daisy did what she was told.
Goyle stepped on her foot as she sat down.
She stifled her cry of pain.
The bigger boy smirked at her.
Daisy was not going to let them win. She was not going to show weakness.
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Flitch handed her a large set of keys and shoved her out of their quarters.
"Go open a door for Hagrid, I have a headache. It's the large brass key."
Daisy crane her neck up to look at the giant bearded man. He nodded at her. Flitch slammed the door shut.
"Flitch told me you've been helping him to clean. That's nice of you." Hagrid tells her.
"Which door do you need opened?" Daisy grips the keys in her hand.
"A door on third floor. Flitch said you can keep secrets." He leads the way.
Daisy hoped beyond hoped it wasn't the door with the cerberus behind it. It was huge and snarling.
Hagrid cooed at the three headed dog.
"Do you want to pet him?" He asked Daisy.
Daisy looked at the sharp teeth and drool.
"Only if he won't attack me."
Hagrid promised Fluffy wouldn't harm her.
Hagrid introduced her and the dog seeing she had Hagrid's approval. Licked her, and wagged his tail at her. Daisy had always liked her Aunt Marge's dogs.
"That's a good Fluffy." Daisy scratched the giant dog. She purred.
"Who's a good boy?"
Hagrid grinned.
"He likes you. Perfect!"
Daisy looked at him.
"Why? What's perfect?"
"I talked to Flitch about coming up to keep Fluffy company he's still young see. He gets lonely, if you could come up to keep him company sometimes after dinner." Hagrid looked hopefully.
"I can't do it, it look suspicious."
Daisy looked at the dog who was thumping his hind leg happily.
"Fine, I guess I could spend some time playing with him before I start my cleaning." Daisy agrees, she was picked up by Hagrid and he squeezed her in a bear hug.
"Can't breathe!" She wheezed.
Hagrid set her down.
"Thank you, let's go have tea. I made biscuits."
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Daisy had succeeded in fooling most of her teachers that she was a hard worker but stupid when it came to magic. Her classmates were delighted that she seemed to be failing. It only took a month. Grendel was far more helpful explaining how magic worked anyways. She studied magic on her own. She was grateful Flitch made her a deal. She felt safe in the room he gave.
She cleaned and helped Flitch with his job. He gave her a pass to exempt her from getting into trouble by teachers or prefects.
Daisy sung as she polished the armors with cleaning spells and once more by hand.
"W-what are you d-d-doing out of bed?" Quirrell's voice made Daisy jump.
Daisy froze.
"I'm cleaning." She mumbled out the words. "C-c-cleaning? I'm taking you b-back to your common room." Quirrell seemed less scared his stutter seemed forced.
Daisy paled.
"I've got a pass from Flitch to be out!" She fumbled to get the pass out and held it out for the professor.
He took it and examined it.
Daisy wrung her hands nervously.
"Why don't you want to return to your common room?" He pressed like he already knew why but wanted to hear Daisy tell him.
Daisy stared.
"Why don't I want to go back to my common room?! Because my housemates are trying to kill me and no one cares. And I don't know the password."
"I-If you don't k-know the password, where do you sleep?" His eyes pinned her in place with an intense stare.
"Flitch gave me a room and I help clean to keep it." Daisy felt the words pour out against her will.
"I can't go into the common room they'd kill me, and no one would care because I'm a Slytherin Mudblood. I'm in Slytherin so that makes me evil in their eyes. If I was in any other house they'd help. And I'm scared of getting kicked out and going home, I think my parents are going to kill me. They hate magic, I have magic!"
Daisy clenched her small hands into fists.
"And my cousin hates me!"
"Why does your cousin hate you?" Quirrell's voice had changed to a deeper tone.
"I used to bully him, because I was afraid my parents would go after me like they did him. So I would get him into trouble and-and- and. . ." Daisy confesses, her body wracked with sobs.
"I begged that stupid hat to put me somewhere else. But it wouldn't hear of putting me anywhere else. Harry won't even let me say sorry. He won't even talk to me. And I hate, hate, hate Professor Snape!"
Quirrell looked down at her with strange expression on his face.
"You know the Potter boy looks like his father with his mother's eyes. But you could be Lily Potter reborn if not for the blonde hair and freckles." He mused.
Daisy's mouth went dry.
"Who are you?" She stepped back in fear.
Quirrell straightened.
"Such a clever girl." He sneered.
"Who do you think I am?"
Daisy swallowed.
"I don't know, but you aren't Quirrell. He's not old enough to have gone to school with my aunt."
Quirrell smirked with a twist of his face.
"It seems you're playing of the fool has worked well." He raised his wand.
"Let's see how good with Magic you really are." He sent a spell her way.
Daisy rolled out of the way.
"Protego!" A magical barrier spread it's way from her wall. Daisy stretched it out to completely separate them.
Quirrell clapped mocking her.
"I see for a Mudblood you actually have a gift for magic. Insightful and new. Thats a fifth year spell." He paused for effect.
"But you are nothing compared to my power." Quirrell didn't even speak as he waved a hand and her spell scattered. Daisy's heart pounded with terror as Quirrell advanced on her.
Daisy could feel his magic and it overwhelmed her. She fell to her knees, breathing panicked.
He was dark, and evil.
Daisy remembered what Hagrid had called the dark wizard who killed Harry's parents.
"Dark lord Voldemort." Daisy trembled.
Quirrell smiled darkly.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, he hired you to teach? He knew you were possessing Quirrell and let you stay?!" Daisy blurted out.
Quirrell gave a cruel high pitched laugh.
"Dumbledore is an arrogant self righteous fool. He cannot stop me. And your cousin will die at my hands."
Daisy bit her lip to keep from crying. She squared her shoulders. She wouldn't die like a coward.
Voldemort-Quirrell considered her.
"You have your aunt's bearings, she needed not have died by my wand. She merely had to stand aside."
Daisy keep still as the dark lord circled around her. His hand darted out and his wand seared her throat. Daisy coughed and Voldemort-Quirrell dropped her.
"I have cast a magic hex so that you may not tell anyone of me. The only reason I have spared you is that I find you amusing. Do not defy me."
He gripped her chin and made her look into his red eyes.
"I find you interesting, I will break you to find out what's behind those emerald eyes of yours."
Then he left her on the cold hallway floor.
