A/N: This is my first story. Pairing is OC/SS.
This won't be super long, but they won't ultimately get together until the sequel. This story is mainly just the build up of a relationship. I know I'll probably have many unnoticed grammar mistakes in this story. I know of one in this chapter that I left on purpose...
No me gustan flames.
If there could be a third genre for this, it would be humor.
Rated M for cursing and the touchy subject of abuse.
Disclaimer: I'm not sure why I'm putting this here, seeing as this is a fanfiction website, and I obviously don't own the Harry Potter series. The only thing that is mine is the plot and the character Danielle.
"Pooflaps!"
Danielle heard the muffled scolds of her mother, who was downstairs unpacking, and also apparently didn't care much for her daughter's choice of words. Danielle scoffed. Well, what was she supposed to say? Surely not "Good day, sir!". Who would say that upon dropping a box full of trinkets on their foot?
Danielle Turner and her mother had just moved to London from the States, where they used to live with Danielle's Muggle father in the city of St. Augustine, Florida. She attended a Wizarding School, Hechicería, there. Well, it was actually located far off the east coast of Florida. Danielle was glad to get out of her previous home, but she was already missing her friends back at Hechicería.
The reason for the sudden move was simple, yet unspoken between Danielle and her mother. Danielle's father was, and had always been, abusive. For as long as Danielle could remember, her father was dangerous if crossed, though it was hard not to cross him with Danielle's attitude. She was one of those people who would never back down. She was brave and sarcastic, a bad mixture around her father. And the cross-Atlantic journey seemed to be the best option to escape him, as the closest Wizarding school besides Hechicería was Hogwarts. So, Danielle would be spending her final years of schooling at Hogwarts. And she wasn't planning on letting anyone know of her terrible home life.
Thinking of this, she shrugged, then pushed her long, dark red hair behind her shoulders, where it cascaded down her back in loose curls, finally ending near the small of her back. Anything was better than living with that dreadful man. Danielle leaned over to pick up the box, all the while wishing she were just a year older, because then she wouldn't have to carry these boxes around manually. Though her mother had decided not to use magic to unpack in an effort to make Danielle feel better about it, her mood was still as bad as ever.
Continuing up the stairs and turning a corner, she approached the door at the very end of the short hallway. This was going to be her room. Danielle took a deep breath and kicked the door open, as her hands were currently occupied. She gasped.
"Good day, sir!" she exclaimed.
It was...bland. Obviously. She hadn't really expected it to be fully decorated to her liking. Humming to herself, she set the box down next to the mattress on the floor, wiped her hands on her already dirty jeans, and plopped down on her "bed". Since she'd be leaving tomorrow for Hogwarts, she wasn't going to try to decorate her room just yet. Her school items were already bought, and she noticed them sitting in the far corner of the room. 'Thanks mom.' she thought sincerely.
Her mother had done a lot for her. Sometimes, Danielle wondered if she was grateful enough. Her mother seemed to think so.
She lifted her arm to glance at her watch. It was only 8 pm and she was already exhausted. Danielle made various noises with her mouth for a couple minutes, before her eyelids drooped and she drifted off to sleep.
