Hi guys, I'm back with my third story now! I know, I wanted to update sooner with it, but I wanted to make sure this was absolutely perfect before posting it. Anyway, I know it's a little bit of a wacky storyline to it, I hope you guys like it though! This is my first ever multiple-chapter Fanfiction (I've only done one-offs so far), so please go kindly on me, and don't kill me if I don't update very quickly! Reviews and comments would be lovely!
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The only one he ever loved.
Prologue(August 2017)
There weren't many wizards and witches living in Cornwall, and the Grey family certainly felt glad that their neighbour was a witch herself. During the twenty years they'd been living there, she'd been there for them through everything; the ups and downs of their family life, their laughter and smiles, the tears and tantrums, and they felt glad to have her there for them. By now, Amanda and Thomas had been married for twenty one years, and the eldest child, Lucy, was eighteen and had completed her education at Hogwarts that year. The middle children, twins Jessica and Jack, were fourteen, and loved to have fun, especially with each other; and the youngest was twelve-year-old Oliver, who always looked up to his elder siblings.
Their neighbour had been the person who looked after them during the day whilst their parents worked long hours in the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's Hospital when they were younger, and even now, she still sometimes cared for them during the summer holidays. She could easily divide her time between her great-grandchildren and her younger neighbours, and gave them equal amounts of time and love. She was very kind and had a big heart, and the children knew how much she loved their company; she had lost her husband only three years ago.
However, the old woman was a very intriguing person to the children. Even though she'd been a constant part of their lives, and was now ninety years old, they believed that she hadn't aged at all, and was still a healthy woman. But, to them, she came from a world that was different to theirs; where girls were taught to be good wives, to take a step back from the front line and let the men have all the glory. She could amuse them for hours with tales of her childhood and education at Hogwarts, which was so different to theirs.
On one bright, summer afternoon, a week before the younger three's return to Hogwarts, the Grey children were relaxing with their neighbour in her garden. They were chatting away about Hogwarts, when Lucy suddenly asked, "How long ago were you at Hogwarts?"
The woman paused to think, then replied, "Almost eighty years ago now. Goodness, listening to you lot talking about it makes me feel like I've barely left."
"Eighty years..." Lucy murmured to herself in awe. Jessica suddenly asked her, "Does that mean you'd have been at school with Lord Voldemort?"
The old woman stuttered in shock. "In Hogwarts with him? What makes you think that?"
"We read a book about him in the library at Hogwarts, and it said that he was at Hogwarts eighty years ago." Jessica watched her neighbour's shocked face carefully, and rushed to add, "I'm sorry if that offended you."
She shook her head, smiling slightly. "It didn't offend me dear, it just surprised me. I've never been asked that before." She paused for a second. "I had been at Hogwarts with ... Voldemort. We were, in fact, in the same year at school."
The children all squealed and gasped in shock. "In the same year? Are you serious? What was he like?" Jack pressed her, full of curiosity.
"Yes, although he was a Slytherin and I was a Ravenclaw. And you probably won't believe me, but he wasn't all that he seemed in school. He was different back then, even quite nice."
The children couldn't believe their ears. "Could you tell us a story about him at school?" Lucy asked, and the children begged her immediately to do so. Their neighbour smiled, and said, "Alright. I happen to know the perfect story to show his nice side." The children snuggled back in their chairs, ready for a good tale, and the old woman travelled back to her school days, to remember the story and repeat it to the eager children.
