My name is Elizabeth, but people normally call me Ellie. I was born into a family called the McCullocks and I the odd one out. Example one: I have red hair while my family has blonde. Example two: I have blue eyes while my family has green. While all of my family was sorted into Slytherin, I made it into Ravenclaw at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Oops... Forgot to mention that, didn't I?

My family want me to enter into the family business even though it's horrible and brute. My mother thinks that I would be good use to Voldemort/He-who-must-not-be-named. He, apparently, could use my intelligence of secret entrances and people of the school.

They want me to become a death eater.

...

As I was packing up my stuff, my mother walked in. At first, her facial expression was filled with excitement as she was about to attempt to persuade me again to become a death eater, but as soon as she saw me packing my stuff, my room barren of memories, she became confused. A small stress line formed on her forehead. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm packing." I replied.

"Why?" God, she sounded like a three year-old.

I had thought of my answer for months now, whenever I told my parents that I'd think of becoming a follower of him. "I'm going to support him. I'm moving to Romania to persuade many groups of people through a magazine called Death Eaters Anonymous." I lied, well, all except the moving to Romania part. I'm tired of all of the Voldemort crap. Everyone can think that I'm supporting him if they want, but I'm going a different way. I think I have a better future going against him. Sure, I might die in the process, but I rather die than kill.

She squealed with joy. "Yay! I'm glad that you finally decided! He is here. Come on down and we'll tell him together!" She said, ecstatic.

"Okay, I'll be down as soon as possible." Right as she was walking out, I stopped her. "Hey, mom? I love you and dad."

"We love you, too, honey." She said in a sincere tone and walked out. I sighed and closed my favorite trunk: my trunk from my fifth year at Hogwarts. I flicked my wand at my trunk and It disappeared. I sent it to a popular Inn and Pub called the B.O.D. It stands for The Breath of the Dragon. It's one of the only places to warm up or cool down after a long day of work, near my place that I sent my resume to. A dragon training camp.

With tears streaking down my face, I apparated to the place where my trunk disappeared to.

...

"Expecto Patronum!" I said as I thought back to when I was made captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team (We won the house cup) and when I found out I was Made Head girl. My patronus is an exception to where I can think of two memories. I started to tell my Owl patronus what to send to my house, "I'm sorry that I had to leave all of the sudden, but a friend was in a crisis and she needed me to help. Once you hear this, I'll probably already be in Romania, settling my things around. I love you mom and dad.

~Elizabeth."

I sent it to my house that I will probably never see, again, noticing the state of things.

I walked up to the Inn Keeper, Wulfred. I had already talked to him over an owl and reserved a room. "Hi, Wulfred, I talked to you over a letter. I'm Elizabeth." I held out my hand for him to shake, but he kissed it, instead.

"Ah, Miss Banks. Such a pleasure to meet you." Wulfred looked a little older than me. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Nice to meet you, too." He handed me my room key and grabbed my trunk to escort me to my room. On the second floor, we turned right just as we got up the stairs. I took the key and opened it, only to find my jaw on the ground, out of pure amazement. I turned around to thank Wulfred for reserving me the beautiful room.

"It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope we'll see each other again."

"Take care, Wulfred!" I waved goodbye as he retreated down the stairs. I dragged in and closed the door. I walked straight to the bedroom and passed out on the already made bed.

I felt a burning sensation in my arm as I was dreaming back to when Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, sent the Cruciatus curse at me multiple times and then cut my arm until she felt bone. I woke up in a sweat as I rubbed my arm. I looked down and recognized the make-up that I've been putting on my arm since when I got back for Christmas in my first year at school.

*Flashback*

"Filthy Mudblood! My cousin adopted you from an ugly muggle family! How dare you use his name! Crucio!" As she yelled the extremely familiar word, pain flooded my body. I had heard before that screaming is a sign of weakness and was told never to show our weaknesses, but I couldn't help but scream as my mother's cousin's evil thoughts of torture were used on me as if I were a crash test dummy. My body started to give in and my eyes started to fade to black. Bellatrix could tell that I was about to pass out and stopped the curse. She pinned me down and pulled out her favorite knife that she never cleans to show her victim's pain. As soon as she started to cut the "M" in Mudblood, I could feel the thick, deep red liquid drip down my arm and I started to scream again, attempting to twist and turn in all directions to get her off of me, but it didn't work. It took her five long, torturing minutes to finish cutting that horrid word into my skin, as to make sure that when, or if, it healed, it would leave a permanent scar.

*End flashback*

I looked down at my arm again as I rubbed the make-up off. The familiar "Mudblood" scar that I've had for years showed up. As soon as tears started to streak down my face, there came a knock at my hotel door. "Just a minute!" I yelled as I pulled on a long sleeved sweater to cover my scar. I wiped my eyes, walked up to the door and looked through the eye hole to see a, rather handsome, red haired man looking back, smiling. I opened the door and looked him over while asking, "Hi, may I help you?" I asked. He was well built and had short hair, which framed his face quite well. His teeth were extremely white and straight. I looked back at his arms and noticed scars up and down his arms. When he talked, it was a tad bit seductive...

"Hi, I'm Charlie Weasley. Wulfred mentioned that you were staying long term like I am. Welcome to Romania!" He handed me a basket.

"Thank you! I'd ask you to come in, but I have an interview to get to. I'm Ellie Banks, by the way.

"Yeah, and I have to get to work. Good luck with the interview! He started to walk down the stairs.

"See you later! Thanks again!" He waved goodbye as he was walking down the stairs. I closed the door and set the welcome basket on the counter. I'd have to look at it when I get back from the interview.

...

"So, what do you know about dragons?" The manager of a dragon taming company and shelter asked.

"I've read all of the books about them that I could get my hands on through- out my whole life. In fact, as soon as I knew how to read, my first book was a six-hundred page biography on dragons. I've learned all of the safety precautions, how to clean them, how to feed them, how to nurse them if they're sick and even how to breed them." I said.

"Oh, really? Tell me a summary of chapter fifteen of Breeding your Dragons by Gwendolin Macky, only found in the restricted section at Hogwarts."

"How to put each dragon in the same cage without them killing you, or more importantly, each other."

"Hmmm... Impressive. Chapter twenty-seven of our handbook."

"Do not let outsiders in, no exceptions."

"Well done.I'm going to let you work here for a little bit. If I like how you work, then you've got the job."

"Wow, thank you!" He nodded his head.

"I'm going to pair you up with one of my best employees." He called i his assistant and when he came in, he turned to her. "I'm ready for him. It would be great if you could go ahead and call him in." The assistant nodded and walked out. He looked back at me and said, "I hope you're ready to work today."

"Yes, sir, I am." I said with a smile. After a few minutes of conversation, I heard a familiar from behind me.

"Sorry, sir. We just got a new Hungarian Horntail and I was tending to it." The voice said.

"Quite alright, Charlie, my boy." The manager said, then turned to me. "Ellie, I would like you to meet Charlie Weasley. Charlie, this is Ellie. You will be her mentor for a couple of days."

Charlie looked at me with a smile. "I believe we've already met. Nice to see you, again." He held out his hand. I stood up, walked over to him and shook his hand.

"Oh, so, you've already met! Excellent! Well, Charlie, go ahead and take her to the nursery. Let's start her off with the babies and gradually grow to the adults." Charlie nodded and smiled.

"Thank you, sir." I smiled and waved good bye.

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