Chapter 1: The Girl with the Sea Eyes

She sat in a large arm chair of the library in her mansion of a home. Her long, wavy brown hair pushed over her left shoulder as she read a book. Her bright blue eyes (that resembled the color of the brightly colored blue sea) shined each time she came to a new chapter in her book. As she read on, further into the book she plummeted, a letter was dropped into her lap from her owl, Harold.

She smiled at the bird as it flew off, back to its nest in the barn she supposed. But quickly did her sweat smile turn into excitement. Looking down at the letter she saw her name written in green ink.

Miss M. Mazarin

Mazarin Mansion, the Woods

Third Floor

"Father!" she bellowed, running from the library as if it had caught fire. "Father, I got my letter!"

As she reached the ground floor, her father had come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. "I got my letter!" she repeated.

His excitement swelled up as much as her. And as she jumped off the last few steps into her father's arm she noticed his short black was smoking again, his face covered in ash and his green eyes were watering.

"Father, have you been trying to mix potions again?" she asked with a smile.

"Maybe..." her father said shyly. Laughter bobbed through the hallway as she brushes off some of the ashes on her father's face.

Both of the walked into the living area, a trail of ash following. She sat down on one of the couches as her father took out a rather large, long, black book from a cabinet. He walked over to his daughter with a smile on his face, sitting next to her.

"My little Millicent, finally going to Hogwarts." he said as e opened the book. He started to tear up. "Your mother would have been so proud." The twinkle in her eyes had gone.

Her mother. She had died when she was just a baby, just like the famous Harry Potter. The Dark Lord, though sometimes it was his followers like it was with her mother, came to destroy the wizards and witches the pose a threat, but only her mother was killed. Only just can she remember her mother's laugh, her innocent smile, and her blue eyes that twinkle each time she blinked. Even her mother long brown hair was almost a distant memory. Thankfully her ether had photos.

Her father flipped through the book showing long lines of wizard and witches from her past. Each wearing a yellow tie; all Huffelpuff's. Supposedly, every magical being on her mother's side were direct decedents of Helga Hufflepuff, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's only said they were because everyone on her mother's side was in Hufflepuff. Not one person was in another house, not even the person they later on married. Pure-bloods they were.

Pictures moved with smiling faces. Hands waved at her and faces moves to others in the picture. It was amazing how much fun it looked to be at Hogwarts. Millicent could not wait until she step into the corridors of learning just like the thousands of years of Huffelpuff's before her.

"I'm going to be a great Hufflepuff, just like mother." She said as she stared into the smiling eyes of her mother on the very last page of the book. Her father smiled and patted her on the head.

She flipped the book closed and her left hand rested on the cover. On her ring finger sat an old fashioned key ring. The key was thin and light weight. Her father looked at it with a bit of supposition but then smiled. "Wearing your mothers ring again, I see."

Millicent looked at the ring and also smiled. "It's the only way I seem to be close to her. Can I keep it, father?"

"Sure." He said. "It was to be past down to you when you started Hogwarts. It's been passed down for generations in your mother's family."

"Really?" she glowed with glee.

The two sat in the room for a while, staring at the book and the ring. After about ten minutes or so her father broke the silence, hopping to cut the awkward tension between them. The subject of her mother was a sore subject for them both.

"I'll write to Arthur to see if his boys have gotten their letters." He smiled as he took out a piece of parchment and a quill pen. "Maybe we can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow together."

Arthur, Arthur Weasley. Millicent's father works at the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office with a man named Arthur Weasley since she was a year old. Arthur had an unusually liking for Muggle's and everything they use, same with her father. She had only met Mr. Weasley once; he had come over for afternoon tea once. The entre time he could not stop going on about his children. Don't get her wrong, it was nice to hear about other people; honestly she loved it. He had two boys that had just finished Hogwarts and went off in the world, and then he had three that would be in their fourth and fifth year. Now his youngest boy would be starting up at the school and still he had another child that had to go the next year. Seven children in all, all red-heads, only one darling girl like her. And like her family, they were pure-bloods; every one of them in Gryffindor house, but they aren't said to be decedents of Godric Gryffindor.

"It's getting late." Her father told her. "You go up to bed and tell your brother he'd better turn off that moving Muggle box and get to bed."

She skipped out of the living area, but before she made it up the steps she turned. "Once again, thank you father for the Muggle books you've gotten me for my birthday. It's very interesting how the Muggles write down such historical events, but I've never heard of most of them."

Her father looked up from the parchment. "The Muggles call them fictional stories. They aren't real events, and I bought you those books almost a year ago."

With a confused look, she hurried up the large staircase to the second floor. The door from the stairs to the floor was closed, instantly she pushed it open to find her brother watching a fascinating contraption the Muggles called a Television. Pictures moved rapidly and sounds followed.

"Max, father says it time for bed." She said strictly. "Stop watching that stupid Muggle box."

Max flicked off the box and right into bed, turning off his light, muttering "Goodnight Millie."

Silently she closed his door and made her way up to the third floor. She opened her large black door and found her room the same she had left it. A large bed with purple sheets on them in the far right corner, seven book cases line the left wall filled with Muggle books, another two cases were filled with wizarding books. In the middle of her large room lay a rug. By the door was a big desk that had mounds of empty books; twenty seven to be exact. Only eleven of them were filled with entries. Next to the books lay blank parchment for writing letters with a quill in the ink bottle. Furthest from her door was a large closet that kept all her clothing and cloaks. It was very neat and organized. All the Muggle artifacts that her father gives her in put by her bed, filling the rest of the right wall with stuff.

Quickly, Millie readied for bed eagerly awaiting the next day to come. But as the minutes dragged on she could feel herself getting more tried and more excited. In the end she fell asleep, but only for a few hours.

She awoke when she heard her father rapping on the door with his fist, yelling. "Millie, time to get up. Big day ahead!"

Like a bolt of lightning, she got out of bed and dressed in a long dark purple dress with a nice black velvet cloak fastened around her neck. She jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. There, already eating breakfast, sat Max. His black hair just like their fathers, sat spiked on his head. His green eyes looked at her as if she was a stranger like he normally did.

"Morning!" she said. "When do we leave?"

Her father walked up behind her and kissed her head. "Right after you've had a spot of breakfast."

The faster she seemed to eat, the slower time went. It was twenty minutes later when she had finished her father's poorly cooked eggs. But then she had to wait another twenty minutes for her brother and father to change. Her father was wearing a suit, one much like one her wore to work. His hat was pointed adding another foot to his height; its color matched the color of his cloak. Her brother dressed in denim pants and a t-shirt, a cloak much like her own was fastened around his neck.

"Off to Diagon Alley." She smiled, taking a handful of Floo powder. Millie stepped into the large opened fireplace; taking a deep breath he threw the Floo powder down and called clearly, "Diagon Alley."

Green flames engulfed her but she didn't burn. Her eyes were wide open as she found the fireplace she had to get off at. Like it was nothing she stepped out of the flames into a crowded market street.

As she waited for her father and brother to come through, a boy walked out of the fireplace next to hers. She smiled and waved as he brushed off some ashes on him, he returned the favor with a bright smile. His red hair looked as if it had caught fire, but then she figured it was his real hair color. He seemed to be waiting for his family too, but both of theirs took a long while to come through. She looked back at the boy and noticed something.

"Um – " she awkwardly muttered, "You got some Floo powder on the back of your cloak." Kindly, after she stopped laughing at him for trying to reach it himself, cleaned off his cloak.

Both their fireplaces lit with green flames. Two older boys stepped out of the other boy's fireplace as her brother stepped through. The two older boys had the same flaming red hair as the other. They were the same height and looked alike; twin no doubt.

"What took you so long?" she questioned him.

He rolled his eyes. "I was arguing why I had to come. I'm not going to Hogwarts until next year."

The twins began to brush off each other's cloaks when their fireplace glowed green once more, and out stepped another boy a bit older than them. His hair curly and flaming red. Twice more did their fireplace light up with green flames while Millie's remained empty. A little girl skipped out to her brothers first and them a plump older woman; both with red flaming hair.

Finally, after minutes of waiting and worrying (only on Millie's part) did their fireplace glow green. Out stepped their father holding many papers and her school list – she had completely forgotten. As she swung around to say goodbye to the flaming head boy his fireplace glowed green again. Out stepped a man in his mid forties dressed just like her father, holding many papers in his arms. She stared at his face a realized her father wasn't looking.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." She greeted.

The man swung her way. His face was as warm as always; eyes wide and teeth out. "Ah, little Millicent Mazarin. How are you? Where's your father?"

She smiled shaking the man's hand kindly. "I'm fine, and you? My father should be – oh, there his is over at Ollivanders."

The group that had waited for Mr. Weasley followed him as he followed her to Ollivanders Wand Shop. Her father was looking around franticly until he made eye contact with her. His worry swept away when he saw Mr. Weasley walking right behind her.

Her father shook Mr. Weasley hand as they had finally came face to face with both their family. "Arthur." Said her father. "Fredrick." Said Mr. Weasley.

And one by one, Mr. Weasley introduced his pack. Percy was the oldest of the group of boys and the one with the curly hair. Fred and George were the twins, Ronald was the youngest boy. Ginny was the little girl the held tight to her mother's hand. Molly was his wife, the plump woman that had come out of the fireplace before Mr. Weasley.

"These are my children, Millicent and Maxwell." Their father introduced.

They all made their pleasantries, telling each other the names they would much rather be called (Ronald would rather be called Ron, Millicent would like to be called Millie, and Maxwell wants to be called Max), and made their way into Ollivanders. Millie walked to the counter first and waited for Ollivander come and measure her for her wand. Once he had come out of the back storage he messaged her right arm; shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, round her head and between her nostrils. After about ten different wands, she finally had gotten the one of her. "Maple and unicorn hair, ten inches, nice and supple."

With a proud smile, Millie held her wand firm as if she had just gotten the best wand there was out there. When her father had finish paying for it, they left telling the Weasleys they would meet them at Madam Milkin's Robes for All Occasions.

They headed into the store, hopping no one else was being helped to they could wait for the Weasleys; no such luck. There was already a boy getting fitted. His face was pale and his hair matched. His father had his back turned to them but he knew who they were right away.

"Draco Malfoy." Millie and Max said coldly together.

"Lucius Malfoy." Their father spat bitterly.

The two looked at the three that walked in and laughed. There was no question there that these two families had history – a dark history.

"Messy Millie and Maxi Mazarin. A double threat. I thought you guys were banished attending any English Wizarding schools." Draco smiled evilly.

"Fredrick," breathed Lucius. "I see the rumors are wrong."

His eyes went dark and narrow. "What rumors?"

"That you've died along with your little – err – children." Lucius awkwardly spat back.

"Sorry to disappoint." Max said, trying to put as much bitterness as he could into it.

Millie was guided onto a raised platform next to Draco. Their eyes never left each others.

Dark history it was that these two families had. Long ago in the dark times before the Dark Lord was defeated, many pure-blood wizarding families joined the dark side. The Malfoy's were one of those families. Lucius was one of the Dark Lord's trusted Death Eaters and was pressed with a task that sent the two families into a war in mind. Everyone knew of the evil Lucius had done and yet he roamed free of charge, saying they were doing everything agents their will. Lucius had to kill a pure-blood family – Hannah Beckome's family. The Dark Lord hadn't known that Hannah had been married and had two children by that point. Never the less, Lucius had to kill the family, no matter how small the children were. Hannah Beckome was the only one murdered. He couldn't kill the children; all he saw was his own newborn son, so he spread the children and the father. From then on, the Dark Lord did his own biding, which meant a month later he died trying to kill a family with a baby boy named Harry. Thus brought the Malfoy family back to the good side, but not before learning that Hannah Beckome's married name was Mazarin.

The Weasley's walked in as the Malfoy's were paying for the new robes. Out of instinct, the Weasley's moved out of the way and let the other pass. Once the Malfoy's had left the Weasley's slipped in. Lucius caught the door with his cane and called back to the two families. "What a disgrace to the name wizard."

The rest of the fitting was peaceful. Millie and Ron got to know each other better. She couldn't help but notice that Ron was having an old uniform fitted for him but she said nothing. Everyone knew the Weasley's were a family that many children and little money. Everything was second hand – well, not for the two oldest.

As they paid for the robes, there was a loud commotion outside as a large man walked past the store. He was quickly followed by a small boy. None of them really paid much attention to it. And as for the rest of the day they all went and bought the supplies they needed, even if the Weasleys had second hand stuff.

"All we have left is –" Ron looked down at his list. "We have to go to Flourish and Blotts for all our books."

Off they went to Flourish and Blotts to buy all the books they had needed. When they had finished they had stacks of packages that they needed to somehow get to Hogwarts on September first. It wouldn't all fit in their trunks, would it?

With fading smiles they all said their farewells. Ron promised to write to Milly if she promised to do the same. As if they made and Unbreakable Vow, Ron and Millie promised to write each other, and Millie had already begun hers in her mind and she hadn't even left Ron's side yet. Once the green flames engulfed her and extinguished once more, she began to write Ron about how excited she was and couldn't wait for the month to pass –

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Millie walked close behind the Weasley boys as she looked around the Muggle train station. She was basically alone. Both Mr. Weasley and her father had work so they had to miss sending their kids off. Max was home alone, only having their house elf, Smoggy, watching. They reached the two platforms they had to get on first. The train would be leave within the next twenty minutes; they just had to find their way to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Millie followed the Weasley's through the station with luggage on her trolley and her owl, Harold, perched in his cage as if someone was about to poke him with a stick. There were so many Muggles Millie began to think they would poke her with a stick.

When they reached the barrier, she was surprised to see Percy just walk right through a sold wall. She saw they boy next to her shake his head in disbelief. He must have been a Muggle-born because he had and owl. Not many Muggles travel with owls in a train station.

It was Fred's turn to go, but the other twin turned to their mother. "He's not Fred, I am!"

"Honestly woman, you call yourself out mother?" said the other.

Molly Weasley mentally hit herself. "Sorry George." She motioned him to go through.

He pulled his trolley up next to her and he smiled. "I'm only joking, I am Fred!" He ran through the solid wall, closely followed by George.

As Ron was going to run through the wall, the boy next to Millie had charged up to Mrs. Weasley. "Excuse me." He said. "Can you tell me how to – err – how to…" he was at a lost for word.

"How to get onto the platform?" Mrs. Weasley guessed. "Sure. It's Ron's first year at Hogwarts, too." Mrs. Weasley explained to the boy how to get through and he ran with all him might. Ron followed after the strange boy and then did Millie.

In the mix of the crowds, Millie had gotten separated from the Weasley's. She knew what she had to do; Fred and George wouldn't stop talking about how all this cool stuff happened before you even boarded the train, and she knew it was the truth because Percy agreed with them.

She made her way to the trains end to an assistant. Kindly a man took her trolley from her and asked if she was taking anything on the train (she had a pre-packed magic bag that expanded with as much stuff she could want and then gets smaller as she takes things out.); magically her trolley turned into a metal package that had her name on it. Harold was transported to the animal's car with her name on his cage. It was quite fascinating. After the man had put her luggage on the train, she set off to the second car of the train (it was the only car that wasn't already full with students).

She slid open the compartment door to find a boy sitting by the window. It was the same boy from the platform before. He didn't seem to notice her as she walked in, but once she took her seat across from him did he look at her. For the first time he noticed his untidy dark hair, his bright green eyes behind his glasses and a glimpse of a scar under his bangs.

Millie gave him a sweet smile and held out her hand for pleasantries. "I'm Millie Mazarin." The boy kindly took her hand as the train pulled out of the station to Hogwarts. "It's my first year at Hogwarts, too. Nervous?"

The boy's shy give off slowly disappeared as he took her hand. "Very nervous." He admitted with a bright smile. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

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