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CHAPTER ONE

Aeliana P.O.V.

I was woken rudely from my slumber by the delightful sounds of my father puking.

I forced my eyes open, and blearily surveyed the room around me. Thick, dark curtains extinguished any beam of morning light that could enter through the lone window next to my bed. My bedroom was dark, how I preferred it, and I wanted nothing more than to lie back down, pull the blanket over my head, and sleep away my father's hangover in comfort.

I lay back down and peeked at the clock on my bedside table. The bright red digits read 10:58.

Shit. I was supposed to Floo to Malfoy Manor in an hour. A minute later than 12:00, and Mother Malfoy wouldn't give me any lunch. Scorpius would, no doubt, sneak me some morsels as he has many times in the past, but after half-starving for over a month and a half, I would rather a proper meal.

Stretching like a feline, I whipped the soft covers off me and sat up in bed. Waking up was painful. I almost lay back down again, when I remembered that I'd be visiting Diagon Alley today, and I'd be back at Hogwarts within a week. A smile wove its way into my expression, and my heart felt like exploding out of my chest. I loved my school, my real home. When I was at Hogwarts, I could actually pretend my life during the summer was just a bad dream.

Cheerful now, I jumped out of bed and dragged the heavy curtains open. I cringed at the bright light coming in, and I turned around to face my room. It had always been a mess, I never bothered to clear it up. But today, there seemed to be more clothes and wrappers strewn around than usual. I furrowed my brow, wondering where the excess trash had come from, before my gaze fell upon a half-filled suitcase across the room.

Perfect. I had forgotten to pack.

I rushed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, had a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and came out in record time. I know had 45 minutes to get ready and pack before having to physically be present in Malfoy Manor, if I wanted Astoria Bitch Malfoy to give me food.

I surveyed my room, and found a pair of clean pants and a top that would meet pureblood expectations. I threw on my clothes, rubbed my hair dry of any excess droplets of water, and I was ready. Now, for my suitcase.

The next half an hour was filled with my muttering and a frenzy of clothes, shoes, books, stationary and random artefacts I felt I needed for the school year being chucked into my suitcase. At 11:45, I heard the familiar bang of the fireplace, and my father started yelling. I heard loud footsteps jogging up the stairs, and my door was thrown open by a white-haired aristocratic snob.

"Scorpius!" I squealed, jumping up and throwing myself at him. He was my white-haired aristocratic snob, and I had missed him.

"Lia," he breathed into my hair, crushing me in his strong, muscled Seeker arms. I drew back, and scrunched my nose up, surveying how much he had grown over the summer.

"You're taller than me!" I exclaimed in disgusted surprise, folding my arms over my chest. Maturely, he stuck his tongue out at me. He looked behind me and whistled. "Did you get messier over the summer?"

My eyes widened. "That reminds me. Help me close my suitcase," I said while grabbing his arm and dragging him over to my exploding case.

He knew the drill. I sat down on it, and he locked it. Grabbing it and yanking it up by the handle, I huffed. "Let's go. I don't want to give your mother any more reason to hate me."

With Scorpius' help, I dragged the suitcase down the stairs, making my way to the living room, praying that it was empty. It wasn't.

Blaise Zabini stood blocking the grate, his arms folded, glowering at me.

"Hi Dad!" I gave him the cheeriest smile I could muster while struggling with the monstrosity I call a suitcase.

"Here, give it to me," insisted Scorpius, "I'll wait for you at the Manor." He grabbed the suitcase out of my hands, and somehow miraculously got it into the fireplace. Scooping out a bit of the emerald green powder from its jar next to the grate, he yelled, "Malfoy Manor!" and was gone in a swirl of green fire.

There was an awkward silence. I couldn't look at my father, couldn't find the words to say goodbye to the man I hadn't spoken a proper sentence to since I was 9 years old. The most I had said to him over the summer was probably the name of the pizza I was going to order.

It has been this way for as long as I could remember. It was a routine now- wake up to the sound of his puking, hide in my room until around two in the afternoon when he went out to the local pub, so that I finally escaped my hideout and was free at home till I went to bed and woke up to the sound of his vomit again the next day.

We lived in the muggle suburbs of a town, that's why every year I Flooed to Malfoy Manor, from where I went back to school. Scorpius' dad and mine were best friends in school, and so Draco Malfoy was made my godfather.

I never knew my mother, and my father never spoke of her. He cared for me when I was a little girl, and one day I grew up, and he just stopped caring. He found his solace in alcohol, and suddenly, I didn't know my dad anymore.

I found my solace in Hogwarts. I had my friends, my books, my Quidditch. I didn't need my father anymore.

Which created a problem. What was I going to say to him?

"Look at me," I heard a croak. I looked up with a start. My father was gazing at me with the ferocity to match a mother bear fawning over her cubs. That was a disturbing thought. Moving on.

He was searching my eyes for something, and I felt the need, the desire to give him what he wanted, but again, I had no idea what he was searching for. Suddenly, he stepped in front of me and gathered me in his arms.

I went stiff with shock. He hadn't had any physical contact with me since I was a child. I slowly relaxed into the embrace, and closed my eyes. He reeked of alcohol, but I could make out a slight scent of something that felt homely and comforting.

He released me, and I smiled up at him. "See you, dad."

Before he could say anything, or make a move to do anything else, I stepped into the fireplace, grabbing a fistful of Floo powder.

I looked into his dark brown eyes, so much like my own, glimmering with an emotion I couldn't place.

"Malfoy Manor."