A girl, just barely the age of eleven, walks through a magical store. With short, wavey, dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes, the girl was stunning. Short, skinny, everything a girl of any age wants. And, yet, their is a hidden sadness, burden that she carries.
Well... Hello, I'm Hero. I don't really know my last name, but this year I'm turning eleven! And Hogwarts, you know one of the most famous schools in the world for witches and wizards, I got accepted! And, well, I can't really wait. It's only a few days so the orphanage has let me stay with a magic family until I get to go. I believe they are... Um, the Malfoys! Yep, that's them. Sadly, they will be staying in a hotel as well, but I will get to go shopping with them. I think they have a son going into the same grade as me. Draco, I believe. Anywho, at the moment I am looking around a magic candy shop! It's amazing. Oh, Did I mention that I'm also a transfer?
I looked around, and saw a boy with white-blonde hair, and silvery eyes. I assumed he must be Malfoy, based on what I've heard. "Hello!" I called, making him turn and smirk.
"Well, Hello. And who must you be, Miss?"
I giggled, and spoke. "Oh, I'm Hero. You must be Draco, Am I correct?"
"Yes." Someone said from behind me, a man from his voice. I turned, and bit my lip.
"Hello sir, You must be Mr. Malfoy, correct?" The man, Draco's father, nodded.
I didn't want to tell them that I was a deaf, and could read lips. I but, I bravely said "I believe that I am to stay with you until school starts. And, I must have you know... I'm a deaf." They looked at me as if I was from another planet, but the man shrugged it off.
"Well, we must get you a wand and a uniform. The school will be providing the rest." I nodded, and nervously peaked at Draco. He looked board, as if he had nothing else to do. I carefully maneuvered my foot so that if he stepped, he would trip but not know it was me. The boy went to look at a candy, and tripped.
"HEY! Who did that!?" He yelled, from the floor. I just helped him up, but he shoved me back, muttering mudblood. That was it. I slapped him across the face, magic having formed in my hand. He flew. "I AM NOT A MUDBLOOD!" He landed with a thump, and started to complain to his father who stood there looking crazy. Until he spoke.
"We must get going... NOW!" He barked at his son, while I held onto my backpack dearly.