DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything except for my ideas and my character belong to J.K. Rowling and I proudly give that to her!
So, I came up with this idea while I was watching Meet The Robinsons (I know, how lame?). I hope you like it. Yes it is AU but I love it all the same!
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I was lying on my bed, working on a lesson that my teacher had given me earlier that day. I looked up with an eerie feeling sitting in my stomach. I moved to the window seat and tucked my legs underneath me. I am a typical eleven-year-old. All except for one thing. Sure I have everything normal. Hair, clothing, a place to live, and food. But I am an orphan. I pretty much hate everything about being an orphan. It makes me feel like I am weak because there isn't anyone to tell me how to wear my clothing, or how to wear my hair or wipe away my tears when I cried because I'm miserable. A knock came at the door that was barring me from the entire orphanage. I slowly stood up and walked to the door. "Acacia?" Mistress Caroline said softly.
"Yes," I replied quietly, refusing to look up at her.
"Look up at me!" she commanded. I turned my dark brown eyes up at her and bit my lip to look innocent. I knew what she was going to say. She was going to say that they were taking me away because I do bad things to little children. But it isn't my fault! I swear it isn't! I have no control over what I do. But I can't necessarily say that I would stop it if I could. "There is someone to see you."
I looked up at Mistress Caroline with my eyes hardening in anger. She knew that no one would want me. I'm too hard. I've been through too much to have people want the pretty little eleven-year-old. Bloody hell, I'm too old! "Yes, Mistress Caroline."
"She is going to come in to talk to you." I looked behind her and saw a woman dressed in black with a tight bun on the top of her head. She nodded curtly to me and then turned to Mistress Caroline.
"I wish to speak to her alone. If you do not mind," she said stiffly. Mistress Caroline nodded once and then swept down the hallway with her long dress trailing behind her. "Hello, Miss Lestrange," the woman said with a tight smile.
"How do you know my last name?" I asked as I had been taught. Do not beat around the bush, only ask questions that you really want the answer to and never take no for an answer. The woman smiled all the more and then let out a slight laugh.
"I taught your mother," she said. "You see, I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to tell you that you will be attending our school on September the first. If that is all right and you want to learn about your powers."
I was gaping at her, I could tell. My mouth was open in an "o" and I wasn't proud of it. I had always been taught that grace and beauty were the keys to success. Not that many people would know that considering how I've been acting lately. "What do you mean?" I asked with my mouth finally closing.
"I mean that at this school we shall teach you more about your powers as a witch and how to use them. Again, only if you choose to accept my proposal," she said slowly as though I was a child.
"You said that you taught my mother. What was she like?" I asked, gathering as much information that I could about the woman that I never knew.
"I will not speak of this now," she said, suddenly sobering up. "Do you or do you not accept my proposal?" She was harsh now, something that I could understand. Even if I was only eleven, I was one of the coldest people I knew!
"Of course. I'll be damned if I was stupid enough not to accept your bloody proposal!" The woman nodded. I still didn't know her name.
"Someone will be in touch soon." I nodded and then watched as she glided out of the door. I was jumping on this inside. Not that I would show it. But there was some part of me that was scared to watch her go, what was I getting myself into? I would know before September the first, I guess.
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Sorry this one is so short. I wanted to introduce my character. Acacia Grace Lestrange. I'll go into her history the next chapter. I'm slightly proud of this and you'll understand why soon! So, R&R! I'll love you if you do!!!
-Ed
