Full Summary: Abilgale wanted to shut the door to the wizard world forever. Despite her muggleborn abilities, she didn't want anything to do with magic. Not after it took something precious from her, not after what it turned her into, not after she saw its true colors. But, she has no choice. To support her poor family she had to take up a job at Hogwarts. However, while there could her view of magic change with new friends, beauty and a certain blonde pureblood six years her junior?
This story is pure fiction I do NOT own anything in Harry Potter. All that's mine is my OC.
Waves crashed harshly on the steep cliff, and fell back into place gently only for it to go and hit again. The sound was loud, and inconsistent for the pause between each crash was completely random.
It was nowhere near peaceful, and drops of water fell down onto Abigail's bare legs and shorts. However, she actually found it quite comforting somehow. Maybe it was the smell of the ocean, the easy breeze, the cloudy day, or maybe she really is too drawn to things even remotely wild. God knows how that had gotten her into her worse possible… She didn't want to dwell. She pushed aside the image of her lounging on that couch, with her little 'wild boy's' arm wrapped around her shoulder.
She opened her eyes-now choosing to have them purple-and she for a moment just stared off to the untamed ocean. Her cheek pressed to her knee with her arms wrapped around her legs, this position began to feel uncomfortable, so she let her legs go, and let them dangle off the cliff lazily.
Abigail took a deep breath, and thought about her home-just a few feet behind her. She remembered the argument her mother and grandmother were having, for her sake.
Her grandmother going on about how great of an opportunity this is, her mother saying that it's too dangerous, it's no good. Then about how it's her own choice to make, and right back around to how she's just turned sixteen. Now, here she sits, at the very edge of a cliff, pondering over what she should do next.
She didn't want to go, not after everything, not after everything it influenced. That place, the place she fantasized about when she was so small, was now dead to her, and she wanted nothing more than to turn her back on it and never talk about it again. But, if it were that simple she wouldn't be out here to even so much as think about it.
The problem lies in the fact that they aren't growing money on trees, they're poor. They were already poor, but after spending so much to move, so much for the… funeral… so much because of her, that's where the problem lied. They needed to make more money, and right now, only her mother is working-her grandmother being too weak to find work.
Abigail already decided she didn't want to go to public school, her mother even said she'd homeschool her herself. So, that leaves her with a lot of free time, except that no place is rolling the red carpet to have her work there. She's already been rejected at so many interviews because of her past. It's not as though she could hide it either, word travels fast, and everyone there knew who she is-or was-and it's not something anyone will forget anytime soon.
With no real hurry, Abigail slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out the folded paper sent in by owl not to long ago. And she began to read it again, the only offer she's gotten, and most likely the only offer she'll get anytime soon.
Dear Abigail Hunt,
I've heard word of your unfortunate circumstances, and, though my sympathy is most likely unwanted, I am truly sorry for your lose.
If I do recall, it was nearly five years ago when I sent you a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you rejected the offer. I do not ask you to be enrolled back in, I assume your answer would remain the same either way. What I offer you is help in your predicament as an old potential student.
I wish to give you a job on the campus as assistant caretaker. You may start now, or if you're uncomfortable starting in the middle of the year, then you may wait until the new year starts, or, of course, there's the option to simply not come at all.
If you are willing to accept, the job consists in helping our current caretaker, Argus Filch, in maintaining the school and keeping an eye on the students after curfew. And as for payment, that is really whatever reasonable price you wish.
There will also be a room made available for you to stay in so that you may work with more ease.
It is truly hoped that you take this offer, but it will be understood if you decline it. Just remember that Hogwarts is always ready to have you.
From, Albus Dumbledore
Abigail blinked at the paper, and let out a loud sigh…
"Mom's going to be pissed." She said to herself before getting up to her feet, and walking back toward her house, decision begrudgingly made.
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