1. Abigale

All my life, fifteen years, I have not known my father. every time I ask my mum about it, she shakes her head. "No, Abigale." She says.

I know something she doesn't know I know: when I was little, she used a Glamour Potion on me. My grandmother accident let this slip when she said, "Your hair isn't naturally blond! And what happened to your blue eyes? They're green!" Truth is, she's a Muggle. Grandfather is a Pureblood Gryffindor. He fell in love with my grandmother, and waited until after my mother was born to tell her that he's a wizard. From what I hear, my father's a Pureblood. My grandfather knows of him. He's not Draco Malfoy, though. He's a Slytherin. They're evil.

Well, not all Slytherins…I guess Mr. Malfoy's okay, I mean to be in love with his son-wait!-Scorpius is my best friend, there's no way I'm in love with him! No, he's just one f my three best friends, that's all.

James is funny. After he leaves, it'll be a boring two years. Then, after a year, my three best friends in the whole world-Albus Potter, Rose Weasley, and Scorpius Malfoy-will leave. They better owl me everyday.

Lily Potter and Hugo Weasley are fun to be with too. I'm going to miss them after I leave.

Molly and Lucy Weasley are in my year, as is Fred Weasley II. Roxanne Weasley is a year younger than Hugo and Lily.

I was sitting by Rose on the train.

"Did you know there's going to be a Christmas Ball for fifth through seventh years this year?"

"Can't wait.." I said sarcastically, obviously not as excited as she wants me to be. She could tell something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Rose."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Can you talk about it?"

I shook my head. Not with all her cousins around.

"Will you speak about it if we find another compartment?"

I thought, then nodded.

She grabbed me by the hands and pulled me up. She dragged me into an empty compartment.

"Nuvaya Abigale Felton, you tell me what's going on right now!" She pointed a finger in my face.

I pushed her finger away. "I'm not supposed to look like this," I gestured to my face.

"Why not?"

"Apparently when I was little, my mother used a Glamour Potion on me. One that doesn't wear off." I sighed.

"I could ask my mother for a spell or potion that cancels out the effects." Rose pulled on my straight, blond hair.

"That would be nice, but please don't tell anyone."

"Secretive is my middle name."

"No it's not. Your middle name is-"

She cut me off. "We both know what my middle name is, Nuvaya, there's no need to say it."

"Abigale! Don't call me Nuvaya!"

"It's what McGonagall said at the Sorting." Rose did her best McGonagall voice, which is actually, a good impression, "Felton, Nuvaya!"

"Didn't correcting her in front of the whole school help much?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, not really."

"I swear, if one more person calls me Nuvaya again, I'm going to throttle them."

Rose half-laughed, tugging at her bushy red hair.

I looked into her deep, chocolate eyes. "What's wrong?" She only plays with her hair when something's wrong.

"Dad."

"What about him?"

"He's just overreacting about my dating Lysander…"

"Like how?" I sat on the cushion next to her, rather than the one across from her I had been occupying.

"He thinks that since we're dating I'll get pregnant. Uncle Harry doesn't think Lily'll get pregnant with Oliver Thomas!"

I tried not to laugh.

"Go ahead! Laugh! I know you want to!"

"Rose, your father is more protective than Harry, that's it!"

"And?"

"Your father loves you more than Harry loves Lily," I know this isn't true, but I'm just trying to comfort her. "Plus, Lysander is a year older than you. That could be the reason."

Rose shrugged. "I guess…"

"Oh! And remember Teddy and Victoire years back? He was snogging her on the train. He doesn't want the same to happen to you."

"Why not? Mum says Dad was snogging this girl every day, almost everywhere in their sixth year."

"What did Teddy and Victoire's snog lead to? Pregnancy. Marriage. Then triplets. Well-there was a distance between that certain snog and pregnancy, but it happened! He's afraid of the marriage part, Rosie. That's all! He just doesn't want to lose his baby girl."

Rose smiled. "You're right," she hugged me. "Thank you! I'll write that letter to Mum right away!" She picked up a quill and parchment and wrote frantically When she finished, she handed it to me to proof read.

Dear Mum,

Hello! Miss you already, Mum! Oh, and you too, Daddy!

Mum, do you know of a spell or potion that can help cancel the effects of a Glamour Potion? It'll be really helpful right now! Don't ask questions and I won't be Uncle Fred, or was it George?- said tat to you in your fifth year and their seventh?

It's not me, it's for my friend Nuvaya-

Which I crossed off and wrote Abigale-

-the girl that came for a quick visit a couple years back? Blond hair, brown eyes? Daddy thought she was a Malfoy? By now, you should remember. She has reason to believe her mother used a Glamour Potion on her.

I miss you and Daddy!

Love you lots!

Rose

I handed it to her, and she attached it to her owl. She opened the window and let Nestle (the dark brown owl) fly out.

"We'll see Mum's reply soon!" She said, shaking me.

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