Hey people.
If you've read my other stories you will notice that they are still unfinished, for the people who like them I am really sorry for not writing more on them. Things been happening and life gets in the way.. bla...bla...bla. Anyway...this is a new story so I hope you like it!
Reviews would be really appreciated and I will do my best to carry on with this one.
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Ever wondered what it is like to live in a death eater family? I didn't but I found out. It was the beginning of summer when they came to the orphanage. Yes I lived in an orphanage, my parents died when I was three. It's one of the few memories I have of them. I didn't even know their names. The orphanage was basically in the heart of London. It was a cold and dark place; there wasn't much light or love for that matter. It was a magical orphanage where magical children, who were abandoned or they lost their parents, were brought. I had been there for a total of 13 years and still no-one wanted me. I am now 16. I do attend Hogwarts, but even that is hell for me. I'm the one everyone picks on. The one everyone makes fun of. It doesn't hurt me anymore but it did.
Anyway, like I said it was the beginning of summer when they came for me. I was sat up in the box I call my room when Madame Pauline knocked on my bedroom door. She didn't wait for a reply, she just walked straight in. I looked up from my dusty old copy of Little Red Riding hood by the Brothers Grimm to see the plump woman who was glaring at me.
"Get Up." She spat. I shut my book and stood up. As soon as I was on my feet she grabbed me by the shoulder and hauled me out the door and downstairs. Getting to the bottom of the stairs she roughly pushed me into her office; she pushed me that hard I fell on the floor.
"Get up you foolish girl." Madame Pauline spat while kicking me. I stood up while rubbing my shoulder, as I stood up I noticed two people sat in front of Madame Pauline's desk. The man looked like he would be tall if he stood up, he had tired looking green eyes with dark hair that had a receding hairline he wore a plain black suit. The woman had dark brown hair that was almost black, it was placed into a tight bun on the top of her head, and she had piercing blue eyes and a pale complexion. She also wore a plain black suit.
"These are your new parents, Mr and Mrs Sinclair." Madame said like she was bored. I looked between the pair before me, shocked. In all the years that I've lived in this place no one and I mean no one wanted me. I was stunned into silence as the Sinclair's walked over to me and apparated me to their house.
Okay when I say house, I meant mansion! It was massive, and that was just the entrance hall. I looked round the marble entrance hall in awe.
"Welcome to your new home Morgan." Mrs. Sinclair spoke softly. I turned around to the woman who held a warm smile on her face.
"I...Thank...You." I stuttered. The smile on her face widened.
"Would you like some dinner Morgan?" Mr. Sinclair asked.
"Umm yes please." I spoke quietly. He nodded and led the way down a vast corridor that was lined with portraits and landscape paintings. These people were rich I thought. Mr. Sinclair stopped at a pair of dark coloured doors, when he opened them once again I was in awe. The room was lit by candles and a large fire roaring in the fireplace. There was a large mahogany table in the centre of the room surrounded by three chairs. On the table was a spread of food that looked simply delicious.
"Wow." I whispered. Mrs. Sinclair smiled again and led me to a chair; I pulled the chair out and sat down. I waited for the others to be seated. After the Sinclair's sat down we began to eat and I pilled loads of food on to my plate. As I was doing this I noticed my new parents were looking at me.
"Sorry." I whispered looking down, ashamed.
"Don't be dear." Mrs. Sinclair said sweetly. I looked up.
"I take it you didn't eat much at the orphanage." Mr. Sinclair said.
"No not much, even when I did have food I didn't eat it because some of the little ones were hungry and if you asked for more you got beaten." I said getting quieter towards the end.
"Well in that case eat as much you want Morgan. This is your home now." Mr. Sinclair said. I smiled slightly. The meal carried on in silence until everyone had finished eating or should I say until I had finished eating. I don't think I had eaten that well since I left Hogwarts back in June. I wiped my mouth and sat back in my chair with a sigh.
"That was amazing." I said with a smile looking at my new parents.
"Glad you like it. Now we have things we need to talk to you about. Seen as you are now our daughter we want to be completely open with you." Mrs. Sinclair said. I nodded.
"You should know that we are death eaters." Mr. Sinclair said simply. I looked at them slightly shocked. They didn't seem like death eaters. They seemed too kind.
"Really?" I swallowed.
"Yes. We give information from the ministry to the dark lord." He said. I nodded.
"May I ask a question?" I spoke quietly.
"Of course my dear." Mrs. Sinclair asked.
"Why did you choose me to be your daughter? There were plenty of younger ones." I spoke.
"That is a good question. We wanted a pureblood daughter who would look after herself and when we discovered I couldn't have any of my own we looked to adoption and when we found you we knew you would be perfect." Mrs. Sinclair said sadly. I nodded.
"That is the main thing we needed to tell you." Mr. Sinclair said. "Can you accept that?" He asked. I looked down in thought. I mean I know I should hate the fact that the people who adopted me worked for the most evil man alive but they took me in and gave me a home, the thing I wanted most in 13 years. I looked up and smiled.
"I can." I said. The pair smiled brightly.
"This is your home now Morgan. Anything and everything is at your disposal. You can explore the gardens or you can take a look through the library..." He began talking again.
"You have a library?" I asked happily.
"Oh yes. Do you like reading?" Mrs. Sinclair asked. I nodded. "Come then let me show you, I will show you your room as well." She said coming round and placing a hand out for me to take. I took it willingly and she led me out of the dinning room back to the main hall and then up a grand marble staircase, she led me along the hallway and stopped at some double doors, with a bright smile she pushed them open. For the third time that night I was in awe. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with books. There was a fireplace with a small couch in front of it and over in one corner stood a mini grand piano. I walked over to it and ran my hand along the black surface.
"It's beautiful." I smiled.
"You play?" she asked.
"A little I began to learn when I arrived at the orphanage but in the last few years I wasn't allowed to play." I said, thinking of the time when I had a slap around the face from Madame Pauline when I played. She had said it gave her a headache. I shook my head. *I'm in a better place now.* I thought.
"You are more than welcome to play here. Now come I shall show you your room." She said taking my hand again and leading me back down the same hall we had just came from. Mrs. Sinclair stopped at a door a few doors down from the library. She opened the door and revealed my room.
It was beautiful to say the least. One wall was covered in a deep emerald green colour and then the rest where a cream colour all the furniture was either a cream colour or emerald. I had a four poster double bed that had cream coloured net curtains hanging around it. Opposite the bedroom door were two French doors that led on to a balcony and opposite the bed were doors that I assumed led to a bathroom and a closet. I looked round amazed.
"Do you like it?" She asked.
"Yes I do. Very much. Thank you." I said turning round to face her with a smile.
"I'm sure you've had a very tiring day with moving from the orphanage to here, I'm sure you would like to get some rest." She said.
"Thank you." I said again.
"It's quite alright Morgan. By the way you have a closet full of new clothes, I asked Madame Pauline for your size I hope you don't mind." She smiled.
"Not at all Mrs. Sinclair." I said shaking my head.
"Now dear you can call me mum or mother. You are family. Now get some sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." She said coming up and giving me a small hug. I nodded simply.
"Goodnight Morgan." She said and left the room shutting the bedroom door behind her. I turned back around with a sigh. I walked over to the French doors and opened them to view the back garden, and like the house it was huge. I left the doors to look at the bathroom. It was also big and the bath tub was the size of a small pool. I smiled and went over to the closet which was bigger than my room at the orphanage. It was stocked full of clothes for every occasion. Ball gowns, sun dresses, formal suits, everyday clothes, you name it, it was there. I went over to the pyjama section picked out a plain pair of shorts and a tank top and changed.
After I had changed I walked over to the massive bed and flopped down on it. As soon as I was on it, I felt like I was in heaven! It was so soft; I had never had a bed that soft. It was incredible! I lay on my bed looking up at the canopy with a smile. For the first time in a truly long time I was happy. I had people who actually wanted me in their lives. The fact that they were death eaters didn't matter to me. I had a family. Me! Little quiet unloved Morgan, had a family! I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face.
The next day I woke to the sun shining through the doors I had left open over night. I gave a happy sigh and got out of bed and walked over to my bathroom and took a shower. Once I was showered I went to my wardrobe and picked out a light blue sun dress to wear for the day. Once I had done that I made my way down to the dining room where I thought my new mother and father would be. Turns out I was right, when I walked in my new father was reading the Daily Prophet and my new mother was reading the latest issue of Witch Weekly.
"Morning." I said with a bright smile.
"Good Morning Morgan." My father said.
"Did you sleep well dear?" My mother asked.
"Yes, very well mother, thank you." I said sitting down to breakfast. She smiled when I said mother. As we were eating breakfast, my mother began to explain to me what would be happening today. She explained that I would begin to have dance lessons because all pureblood families knew how to dance ballroom plus it would be in preparation for a summers eve ball that would be held later on in July. I would also be taught the Sinclair family history and about other important pureblood families. Then I would have my hair done my mother wanted me to have a haircut and have it dyed a dark chocolate brown instead of having brown/blonde hair. Overall I was having a busy day.
After that day I was never bored I can tell you that. I was practicing dancing, learning about families, wandering about the grounds of the house, reading, or playing the piano. My mother always stayed at home to make sure everything was going smoothly for my transition into the pureblood society so it was nice to have bonding time with her and my father went to work. It was a week before the ball and I had just finished a lesson with my dance teacher when my mother walked into the ballroom.
"Hello mother." I smiled as I turned off the music and faced her.
"How did your lesson go dear?" She asked.
"Very well, the teacher says I have picked up on the style very well, and only need one more lesson just to make sure." I smiled.
"Very good Morgan. Now I am just letting you know that the summer's eve ball is next week at the Malfoy mansion." She said, my attention snapped to her completely. Malfoy? Of course how could I forget that the evil little ferret had parents that were well known and death eaters? Stupid Morgan.
"Are you all right dear? You look like you've seen a ghost." My mother said while placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I'm fine mother. I think I'm just tired from all the practising, I think I may go rest for a while. I shall be down for dinner when father gets home." I said and then I kissed her cheek and headed to my room. I walking into my room I shut the door behind me flung my heels on the floor and flopped on my bed. I gave a frustrated noise.
Malfoy was the most annoying person on this planet and it was like his personal mission to make my life hell. Every opportunity he got he'd shove me, knock books from my hands, trip me up when I was walking past. He would make fun of me because I am an orphan and I was skinny and quiet. I sighed once more and closed my eyes. My mind took me back to the last day of term.
I was walking along a corridor near the charms class as I had just finished a charms lesson, so I was heading towards the stairs that would lead me down towards the great hall. Heading towards me I saw Malfoy, Zambini, Parkinson and some other Slytherins walking my way. My eyes scanned the hall for some sort of authority figure because I knew Malfoy wouldn't do anything while a teacher was about, but no such luck I was on my own.
"Hey looky here guys, if it isn't the unloved orphan." Malfoy spat at me as I hugged my books close to my body and looked to the floor.
"Leave me alone." I whispered. The gang laughed as Malfoy began to circle me.
"What was that orphan?" He smirked.
"Leave me alone Malfoy." I said a little louder. The group laughed once more.
"And what are you going to do if I don't? Tell your parents? Oh wait you can't, they're dead." He spat.
"Shut up!" I shouted as my voice cracked, I always found it hard when people talked about my parents. Parkinson stepped forward and knocked my books from my hands.
"Don't you dare speak to him like that you pathetic excuse for a pureblood!" She practically screamed in my face and pushed me back. I tripped over Malfoy who had his foot out and I landed on the floor while banging my head causing my head to bleed. A tear fell from my eyes.
"Hey look the poor orphan is crying!" Zambini laughed. The rest of the group laughed.
"Come on let's just leave, she pathetic." Nott said. The group agreed and wandered off not before Malfoy knelt down and left me with some lingering words.
"No one will ever love or care for you. You are nothing but a lowlife." He spat menacingly and then walked off as he did a sob escaped my lips.
I opened my eyes and with determination flowing through me I walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. Since moving here I had finally filled out and I looked healthy. I actually had a figure. I looked at myself and smiled. Malfoy wasn't going to know what hit him.
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