Pen Pal from the Last Frontier.
-Rewriting entire story. New direction.
*M rating for implied abuse, neglect, cult involvement, racism in brief parts-often subtle, sexual content and language. Deals with fundamentalist Christianity and while a fundamentalist is someone who practices the fundamental tenets of their faith, today the term is usually used to refer to extremists and radicals of a faith or belief. Draco Malfoy/O.C. AU-not canon entirely, but canon in parts.
Disclaimer: Not for any profit, all for fun. I don't think I really need a reminder, but everything here is not mine except the OC, which belongs entirely to me.
A/N: When I last read the series, a thought came into my head. If a magical world of all the fantasy creatures existed, how would regular humans honestly take it? Even more so, I wondered: What if one of those "Christian" parents who fear fairy tales and perceived notions of witches or sorcerers had a child who was a witch or wizard? I came up with the idea then, but never really wrote it down. I decided to add a Harry Potter character to make it interesting. A pureblood wizard from the U.K, who only knows of the wizarding world, whose family hates non-magical folk and would gladly partake in their extermination and a witch from the U.S whose parents fear the unknown and everything related to magic and would gladly partake in a witch hunt. That's the plot here.
Enjoy the story!
Chapter 1:
Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin and a pureblood wizard. It was something he was proud of. The name Malfoy revered some respect in the wizarding world. Well, at least in the English wizarding world. He only knew of the life of the wizards. He knew nothing about muggles and didn't care enough to ask any mudbloods what it was like.
"We have decided that we will provide you all with pen pals from different countries this year. That is if anyone wishes to participate. They will be witches and wizards from other schools like yours." The Headmaster spoke to them. Everyone was having breakfast.
Draco thought about this. A pen pal from another country? It sounded like it could be fun. He wondered if they had a school like Hogwarts to go to. What would their school be like? Maybe he'd get someone from Durmstrang. He doubted they would give them pen pals from there or Beaxbatons either, though. They knew each other already. It would be neat to get to know another witch or wizard from a different part of the world, nonetheless.
It was settled, he wanted to participate. He signed up during lunch that afternoon with many others. It seemed almost everyone wanted to have pen pal. They would write their letters today and receive the name of their pen pal's school and address tomorrow. He wrote his letter that night after he had finished his homework. He wasn't sure what to write and kept changing his mind.
Dear Pen Pal,
It's hard to ask questions to someone I don't know so I will stick with the basics. What is your school like? Does your school give you letters that tell you that you get to go to their school? Is it a boarding school too? Do you have a house system? We have four houses that are our dormitories. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I am in Slytherin. I am in Year 5, what year are you in? How do you get to your school? We get there by train. Do you have uniforms you wear? We do. We have robes with our crest on them and house colors. Slytherin's symbol is a serpent and our colors are white and green. What are your school or house colors (if you have a house system).
Write back soon,
Draco Malfoy
He didn't dare show it, but he was a bit excited about tomorrow. Where would his pen pal be from? Would it be a boy or a girl? He hoped it was a boy. A girl would be awkward. He fell asleep wondering if his new pen pal was from Canada or France or Africa or Russia.
The next day at lunch, he handed in his letter and received the envelope that would reveal where his letter was being sent. Everyone around him was opening their letters and most were happy to hear where their letters were sent. Draco heard Theodore Nott exclaim that he got someone from Tokyo, Japan. Pansy said her pen pal was from Paris, France. He thought she looked starry-eyed and a bit over-excited about the prospect of knowing someone from Paris. Girls were strange.
"Just because it was the city of love and lights, honestly." He thought to himself.
Draco had to admit, to himself anyway, that he was excited to see who he got too. As he opened up the envelope, Goyle leaned over. "I can't read where mine says. Say-u-al-t Stuh-it O-in-tuh-air-i-o Can-add-a?" Draco grumbled and grabbed the paper
"Sault St. Marie, Ontario, Canada. They go to a school called La Pierre Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
"Oh."Goyle paused. "Where is the school at again?" Draco sighed.
"It doesn't tell you where the school is. It's telling you where your pen pal lives. And it's Sault St. Marie. It's a French name." Draco opened the rest of his envelope and unfolded the parchment.
"But I thought it was in Can-add-a?"
"Can-uh-duh, Goyle. And the French settled there, that's why the town has a French name. I'll help you find it on a map later." Malfoy turned to his letter.
"Your pen pal lives in North Pole, Alaska, United States. The school is called Midnight Sun Academy for Witches and Wizards."
"Why do they call it Midnight Sun? Do they get sun at midnight?"
"I don't know. I think they do."
"Where's Alaska?"
"Near the Arctic, I think."
"Cool. Your pen pal lives in the Arctic. Do you think they live with penguins in an igloo?"
Draco glared at Goyle. He was such an idiot."Penguins live in the Antarctic, not the Arctic Circle, Goyle. And they wouldn't live in an igloo. They would most likely live in a house. Alaska is in a civilized nation. It's not the Stone Age."
"Hey, you said the North Pole. That's where Santa Claus lives, right?"
Draco smacked his head."Not that North Pole. It's just the name of a town, Goyle. I hope they are a pureblood. I wonder if their school allows muggle-borns like ours does."
"Me too. I wonder if it will be a witch or a wizard." Crabbe chimed in.
"I'm sure we'll be paired with wizards. If they paired us with witches, they would assume we might develop too friendly of a relationship. They wouldn't want all that scandal. Being in love with someone you've never met on the other side of the world, can you imagine the headache it could cause?"
"Yea, that makes sense. I got someone from C-oar-in-tuh-h, Gruh-e-e-k-e."
"Corinth, Greece. I feel sorry for both of your pen pals." Draco corrected him. Crabbe and Goyle were good guards and friends, but complete morons.
Tap, tap, tap. Lindsey Rink tapped her pencil against her desk. What good was devil's snare anyway? She sighed. Her younger sister, Callie was sitting on her bed doing an essay. In the other corner, her little sister Abby was brushing her doll's hair. She looked out the window. It was dark outside even though it was only three in the afternoon. She could hear wolves howling in the distance. A figure outside startled her a moment before she realized it was just a bear. They hung around like stray dogs where she lived, which was in the middle of nowhere.
She heard her little brothers running down the hallway outside her bedroom. They made a lot of racket, but she knew they were just bored. Lindsey could hear her other sister, Rachel crying at them. Her baby brother was also crying. There were too many children in their small three-bedroom home in the middle of nowhere. They didn't fit. Lindsey often wondered if magic could make it bigger and provide her with a separate bedroom. A room of her own would be lovely.
"Lindsey!" Her mother cried. "Lindsey!" Lindsey sighed and put down her pencil. She wanted to finish her Herbology essay before Allen got home. Allen was her step-father. He despised magic and refused to acknowledge she was witch or believe any of the "nonsense." She always had to do her homework in secret. If he knew what she was doing, he would punish her and threaten her with a myriad of things from taking her for an exorcism, horrific concepts of being sent to hell, and saying she needed mental help. He considered her to be fraternizing with demons and working with Satan. If she did need mental help, he would be the cause.
"Lindsey!"Her mother yelled out again. She moaned and got up to help her mother with her siblings while she made dinner. Her mother was often torn with Lindsey. Sometimes she thought it was fine to let her watch her siblings. Other times, she would panic and refuse to let them near her for fear she would "contaminate them with Satan's influence." This was especially true when anything "odd" occurred, like moving things or breaking something that she wasn't near when she was upset or angry. Today, Grace (Rink) Bergen, Lindsey's mother, wanted her to watch them. She guessed her mom wanted a break and didn't care if it was the "Devil's child" who watched them or not.
Lindsey kept her brothers and sisters busy while she also tried to do finish her Herbology essay. She was barely able to finish before she heard Allen's truck pulling up the gravel driveway. She hid her quill, ink and essay just ahead of him entering from the garage door.
"Daddy!" Noah cried out with Jonah and Luke. The boys, along with Rachel and Abby ran to the door. He gave them each a big hug.
"My charming kids, how was your day?" Lindsey rolled her eyes as she thought about the incantation for a charm she had just learned. She closed her eyes and began pretending to wave her wand with the motions when she was snapped back to reality by Allen yelling at her. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" She opened her eyes and put her hands down.
"Nothing." She was in trouble.
"It was something. You were trying to curse me, weren't you? You and that good for nothing school of yours." His face was turning red and his finger was pointing at Lindsey accusingly. At least he had admitted she went to school during the day, something he rarely acknowledged.
"No, I was just-"She had to think of a lie fast.
"If I catch you pretending you are a witch, I, I'll send you to the minister for an exorcism, you hear me?"
"I was imagining I was a conductor." She spoke out quickly.
"Useless child. You don't need a job. Your job to take care of the house." Her father believed women were only good for bearing children and men were heads of the home. It bugged Lindsey to no end. He also called her siblings "his army for God." It bothered her immensely. What did he need an army for anyway? She knew the answer to that question, but she didn't understand it. They believed Satan was trying to bring down God and his Kingdom and that America was the next Babylon, set for destruction. It's why they had moved to Alaska and lived in the middle of nowhere. It's why she and Callie were practically yanked out of the local public school they had attended back in elementary. It was why her "abnormal powers" terrified them. Lindsey was convinced God made her a witch, but her parents venomously denied it. She had "evil gifts" and she had to stop it, block it before Satan pulled her to the "dark side."
After dinner, Lindsey went to her room and saw something flying toward her home. She opened her window despite the biting cold. It was pitch black dark outside and there weren't any streetlights around, so she had to strain to see what was coming. An owl? An owl, yes, an owl was coming! Though still a bit brown because it wasn't winter yet, she recognized it as a snowy owl. It was carrying something and came toward her with great speed.
"Oh, slow down, don't get hurt!" She thought to herself. It was like it heard her and slowed down, landing gracefully on her window. It stuck out its leg. It had a letter attached to it. She took it off.
It looked tired. "You can stay here tonight if you want. You must have come a long way. But you have to stay quiet because Allen will punish us both. I don't want him to kill a pretty bird like you." It came in and sat on her bed. She shut the window and sat beside him. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" She opened the envelope and saw a letter. "My pen pal, it has to be!" She read the letter. "It is my pen pal. He's in England. You have flown a long way. I'm going to write back to him right now." She got out her parchment, quill and ink.
"Draco Malfoy. That's an interesting name." She began to write. Someone to talk to outside of school that was her age would be wonderful. What was Year 5? She was in the 10th Grade. Were they even the same age? This was something she should definitely ask.
A/N: The cult involvement I mention is not Wiccan, pagan or any other similar culture or religion that someone might consider being a "cult" or "dangerous." It involves Christianity and the dangers posed by extremists. This is unfortunately very familiar territory for me. I was deeply involved in Christianity during high school and went a bit into the extreme side with my beliefs. Life snapped me out of it a couple years later and before it got too far. I was in it enough to know the dangers it can pose. I have seen more than one person and more than one family become destroyed emotionally, mentally and even physically as a result of the beliefs. Extremism of any viewpoint is a dangerous road to travel. Also remember that in America, there has been more than one parent that has tried to ban Harry Potter being read to children because it is "dangerous" and "mainstreaming witchcraft to children." I hope this helps you understand where I am coming from.