The Beginning
The sky was dark as Narcissa Malfoy pulled a cloak over herself, while shielding a smaller figure with straight long jet black hair andpiercing brown eyes beside her with a similar one. The cold night wind blew over their heads as they struggled through the looming muddy path under the pouring rain.
"Aunt, why must we do this? There is a bright concrete path right outside our house, why must we always walk through the dark? Did I do something wrong?" The smaller figure asked innocently as she trudged on with difficulty.
"Well now, if you wish to be late for your first ever Hogwarts Express, you better shut up and walk quietly with me. Precaution is always necessary, Amelia Lestrange. Let me brief you again. NO matter who the stranger is, you must always look out and you live in an orphanage, not Malfoy Manor, do you understand?"
Amelia nodded solemnly. She has been told since young not to trust anyone except for Draco and Narcissa Malfoy. The three of them live in Malfoy Manor which is heavily enchanted by the Dark Lord himself. Of course, Amelia doesn't know a thing about it.
Although Amelia was treated like a princess since young, given everything she wanted, she rarely went out of the doors and was severely punished when she went to the gardens once. She never knew why and was ignored when she asked.
"Got everything you need? Oh wait, just one more, a wand." Saying this, Narcissa's face turned grim as she took out an old and dusty wand which Amelia stares at in disgust. "Use it well." was her last words as Amelia ran through the barrier between platform 9 and 10. After which, Narcissa quickly put on her travelling cloak before anyone notices her as she disappeared into the muggle crowd, inviting quite a number of stares.
Amelia did not saunter on the magical platform like the other students, hugging and waving goodbye to their parents. She quickly finds herself an empty compartment where she sat gazing out of the window. She has looked forward to Hogwarts but now when she was on the journey towards it, she felt unsure.
Her gazing session was interrupted when rushing footsteps broke the silence.
"Can I seat with you? Everywhere else is full!" A girl with brownish bushy curly hair and large eyes entered, breathing heavily.
The train fills up fast, Amelia thought. A few minutes ago it was near empty. She nodded politely to the girl and held out her hand .
"Amelia, Amelia Lestrange."
The girl's expression changed at the sound of her sir name.