My Harry Potter fic! 3 Love these kids!
People always stared at Septima Lestrange in the wizarding world. Most who had survived the conflict with Voldemort would remember her mother upon looking into her face. Not that she had even known her mother. She had been abandoned as a baby so her parents could join their cause. After she had been found to be a squib, she knew there was no hope of them returning for her. She didn't care, though, because by that point she hated her parents for what they were doing.
Yes, Septima Lestrange was used to being stared at when she returned to the wizarding world.
Her daughter Maddie, however, was not so accustomed. Septima could see Maddie's temper raging within her scrawny form as people shot her dirty looks from across the street. Maddie, like her mother's maternal cousin Nymphadora Tonks, was a metamorphmagus. Whenever she was angry, her hair turned lobster-red.
"Madrigal," Septima warned her daughter, touching her cheek gently. "Let's go get you a wand, alright, baby?" Maddie glowered at the starer for a moment longer before nodding resolutely. Her hair settled back to its normal turquoise shade. Other than the hair color most of the time, Maddie generally resembled her mother, with her big eyes and wildly curly and unmanageable mane of hair. And Septima generally resembled her mother, thus the unfortunate stares.
The bell above their heads tinkled as the two entered the wand shop. A white-blonde man and his equally blonde son were being helped. The man looked up and a look of shock crossed his face as he noticed the mother-daughter pair. Maddie's hair began to turn to its red again and Septima touched her daughter's shoulder.
"It's alright, Maddie," Septima whispered.
"No, it's not," Maddie spat. The man examined the two a little further.
"Excuse me," he finally broke the awkward quiet in the shop, "You aren't related to the Black family, are you?" Septima half-smiled.
"My name is Septima Lestrange," Septima introduced herself. "This is my daughter Madrigal."
"Lestrange?" The man's jaw dropped nearly to the ground as he looked the woman up and down. "I'm sorry, I thought you were-"
"A Black?" Septima asked. "My mother was Bellatrix Lestrange, Black before she got married."
"I never knew Bellatrix had any children," the man stood stunned. "We're cousins, then."
"I think she forgot about me," Septima laughed mirthlessly, "I don't practice magic."
"Oh," the man looked her up and down with finality. "I've been rude. My name is Draco Malfoy. That over there is Scorpius. Scor, are you done yet?" he turned to ask his son.
"These aren't working, dad!" The child moaned.
"We're just having a little trouble finding the right match for him," Mr. Ollivander explained. Maddie watched the spectacle with fascination. Mr. Ollivander would hand a wand to the boy, who would wave it about and hope something happened.
"Ah!" The man grinned as one of the wands shot colorful sparks. "This one seems to work for you. Twelve inches, cherry and dragon heartstring, moderately pliable." The boy was obviously delighted.
"It was nice to meet you, Septima," the blonde man nodded politely. "Hurry up, Scorpius! We have to get you fitted for robes!" Scorpius waved his wand about, completely self-satisfied, and smirked snottily at Maddie as he skipped out the door.
"Now how may I help you, dear?" The old man turned his attention to Septima and Maddie. He gulped and for an instant, Maddie saw fear in his eyes. She bit her tongue though she wanted so badly to ask why she was getting all these funny looks.
"My daughter needs a wand," Septima told him softly, gently, a reminder that she was not her mother.
"Of course." Ollivander regarded Madrigal, with her bright blue hair and mother's dark eyes. "What's your name, dear?"
"Maddie," Maddie answered simply.
"Alright, Maddie," Ollivander looked afraid to smile at her, but his eyes were soft, "Why don't you try this one out?" It took several tries before they found a wand that responded positively to Maddie. "Eleven inches, phoenix feather and pine, unbending." Ollivander shivered a little as Maddie grinned at the wand in her hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander!" She sang as she and her mother left the shop. Most parents would be sad to see their children go, or at least see the event as a bittersweet one, but Septima was glad to be sending Maddie away. Her daughter was such a good child, and she wasn't sure how with the situation at home. She hated seeing Maddie picked on by the other kids on their block. She hoped magical children would be much more accepting of Maddie's uniqueness than the close-minded brats in their apartment building or the haughty, privileged young heirs and heiresses they crossed paths with every once in a while.
After picking up books and a cauldron and picking up a set of secondhand robes, they passed the Magical Menagerie and, before Septima could stop her, Madrigal squealed and bolted for the door.
"Kittens, mum!" Maddie breathed. "They're like me!" By that, Maddie meant the kittens were all bright bubblegum colors: blue and pink and yellow and purple. She picked up a particularly fuzzy pink kitten and held it to her cheek. "Please?"
"We can't afford it, Maddie," huffed Septima, grabbing her daughter's wrist and pulling her away from the kittens.
"Aw, but mum-"
"Madrigal, we can't pay for it!" Septima glanced at her daughter, whose hair was fading quickly into the same black-brown as her own. "Listen, when I have enough money, I will pay for whatever pet- cat, owl, or otherwise- you want. Alright?" Maddie shrugged. "Good. Think about it, tomorrow you'll be at Hogwarts, making all sorts of new friends and learning not to cause so much trouble!" Maddie, despite herself, started smiling.