Disclaimer. If you haven't figured out by now that Harry Potter isn't mine… well… uh… go milk a cow or something. On the other hand, Mackenzie and any other characters you might not recognize are mine. (sticks out tongue)
So I've decided to try something new.
Hope you like this story!
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Mackenzie sighed and glanced at the clock. 6:21. Where were they? The party started an hour ago.
"Kenzie, dear." She looked up and found herself staring into the eyes of Amelia Renaldi, possibly the coldest woman on the face of the earth.
"Yes, mother?" Mackenzie replied in a voice just a sickeningly sweet as her mother's.
"Be a dear and change into something more…" She paused and looked in distaste at Mackenzie's outfit: jeans and a t-shirt. "…elegant." She finished.
Kenzie rolled her eyes. Well, The Witch had managed to contain herself for an hour, Kenzie guessed she could give her credit for that.
She trudged up the carpeted staircase. Ever since her mother had told her that she was, in fact, magical, Amelia had shown her true colors. That she thought muggles and muggle-born wizards were scum, and nothing more than that.
Mackenzie, acting an idiot, had told her friends from elementary school one day.
"I'm a witch, I'm a witch!" She had said in a sing-song voice. "And my mum's having a party just for me, 'cause I'm going to a school called 'Hogwarts' next year." Her friends had been amazed.
The day after her outburst, her best friend Nicola had politely informed her, "My mum says there's no such thing as witches. She thinks you're crazy."
Kenzie had stared at her in shock.
"You'll see," she had insisted. "I'm not crazy. Come to the party."
The party started an hour ago.
None of her 'friends' had come.
Sighing, Mackenzie reached her room and threw open the closet door. Inside, her mother had set a pretty seafoam-green colored dress.
It was a simple halter, reaching down to her knees, and very glittery. On the floor beneath the dress was a pair of strappy high heels. No, correction. Very high heels.
Kenzie sighed again. At barely four feet high, she knew she couldn't be considered tall, but did her mother HAVE to remind her every few minutes?
She grabbed the dress and shoes and went into the bathroom to change.
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"Great. I feel like I'm shedding glitter everywhere I go." Mackenzie muttered angrily as she made her way down to the dining room where her mother was with her friends.
"Oh, doesn't she just look adorable?" A pretty black-haired woman standing next to Amelia gushed excitedly.
Mackenzie managed to muster a smile, and politely excused herself to go to the food table.
"Don't mind her, Mary. She's just a little miffed because her little friends didn't show up." Amelia explained.
"Well she could play with Narcissa."
Amelia smiled. "That's right, how is your daughter doing?"
Mary Black smiled. "Very well, indeed."
"And what of your nephews? Regulus and Sirius?"
Mary's smile faded into a scowl. "Regulus is a complete darling, but Sirius…" She shuddered. "He's a disgrace! Someone who needs some serious breaking in." (A/N: pun not intended)
Amelia frowned. "Why?"
Mary shuddered again. "He thinks that merging with mudblood lovers is, well…" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Normal."
"Well I dare say… what a handful your sister has then!"
Mary nodded.
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Stumbling over to the food table, Mackenzie had just grabbed a chocolate frog when the doorbell rang.
Rolling her eyes, she put the frog back on the table and went to answer the door.
"Nicola!" She exclaimed. "You came!"
Nicola looked sad.
"My mum still thinks you're crazy. She won't let me play with you anymore. I just came here to tell you that." She turned and walked down the concrete steps, leaving a gaping Mackenzie standing in her doorway, utterly shocked.
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So. This story takes place in the Marauder time period, and Mackenzie is just about to enter her first year at Hogwarts.
Her mother is friends with Narcissa Black's mother, who I named Mary, 'cause I don't know her real name.
Does anyone know what Sirius' mother's name was? Because if she actually had a name, I don't want to make one up.
Review with what you think!
-Judy
