The normal life! I can't say I've had a normal life. I was born to a single mother who put me up for adoption. For some reason every time I was placed in a foster home I would be sent back to the orphanage with the label of freak. A nice family who accepted my abnormality and encouraged me to pursue my magic finally adopted me. That was something nobody had ever done before. I was born and raised Markelle Angelina Renea Jayde Morphaline, when I married I became Markelle Angelina Renea Jayde Morphaline-Malloy. I know what a name. My husband grew up in a very well to-do family who despite their great wealth were drug into the dark side with the thought of an overwhelming amount of power. He was born Draco Lucian Malfoy. His family was accepting of us at first, until they found out he married a girl who didn't know her bloodlines. It went down hill from there. They found out he was spying for the order. Since then Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa were killed during a raid by the Ministry of Magic, the inheritance was left wholly to Draco. After the death of his parents other Death Eaters decided it was his entire fault and so the attacks began. There were fairly light to begin with, but increased greatly everyday. After a month of defending ourselves Albus Dumbledore decided to place us in the Wizard Protection Program.
We've been sitting in the waiting room for more than two hours, and are the next in line. Within the next few minutes our previous lives will be erased. Sure we'll still have a life together, but every aspect of our lives will be different. We will be living as muggles in a small town in America. Our names will be changed and we will begin a new life as Zara and Nicca Ross.
"Number 677 Mr. Greenfield will see you now." A bubble behind the desk said.
"Come on." Draco said.
"Do we really have to do this? Can't we just move?" Mark whispered as the door opened by itself.
"No, this is the best way."
The hallway that leads to Mr. Greenfield's office was long and plain with white walls and gray carpeting. The door way seemed to appear just as suddenly as Mr. Greenfield himself.
"Ah . . . pleased to meet you have a seat." Mr. Greenfield said. "I see you have decided on a story to give the people you meet!" Mr. Greenfield said looking over their file.
"That's correct." Draco said.
"Who did you meet?"
"Canterbury College!" Draco said flatly.
"What happened to you wedding picture and other artifacts of yourselves?"
"House fire . . . We lost everything." Mark said with fake tears appearing in the corner of her eyes.
"Good, Good! I see you thought about this seriously."
"Yeah."
"Here is a portfolio of all you information including passports, ID's, your address and any other information you may need. You flight leaves in one hour. Here are your tickets, though that door way is the airport. Good Luck!" Mr. Greenfield said shaking Draco's hand and motioning towards the metal door on the far side of his office.
The last few moments of our life as Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were bittersweet. At least we still had each other.
