Do Your Best to Hide Your Face

It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon and Hagrid, a giant man who had taken me in, was bringing me to see Dumbledore. I was exited, of course I was excited. This was Dumbledore, the man I'd always heard of, the only one who Voldemort was afraid of. My parents of course hate him, which makes me like him even more. I'm completely opposite my parents, you see. My dad, Lucious Malfoy, is a death-eater and my stupid twin brother, Draco, finds that just the coolest thing in the world, but me, not so much.

I had run away from home just last week after having the last stupid little fight with that incredibly dim-witted mother of mine. She got insanely mad because they were talking about Voldemort, like they always do, and all I said was that he was a crazy lunatic that wasn't even a good wizard. That set my mom off big time and she started babbling on about how he was going to kill Harry Potter, so me, being the kind of person who can't keep my opinions to myself, said that if Voldemort couldn't kill Harry as a baby he sure as hell can't do it now. This was a big mistake at the time because she, of course, hit me and said that if I even defended Harry Potter again I would be out on the streets for good. I took that as a suggestion and left without saying a word. On my way out I turned to look at her, she just smirked and went on with cooking dinner.

So here I am happier than I've been in years and if Dumbledore lets me go to Hogwarts, I'll be in heaven. I realized Hagrid was watching me and that I had been completely zoned out for about 20 minutes.

"Thinkin' 'bout your parents?" Hagrid asked, worryingly.

"Absolutely not," I lied, as I still thought about them.

"Liar," How did he know? I'd only know him a few days and he could already read me. "Are you shaking?" he asked me quietly.

"Of course not," I lied again and tried to cover up the fact that I was indeed shaking noticeably. "Why are you whispering?" We were in a train compartment all by ourselves with no reason to whisper. He shrugged and looked out the window as his eyes lit up. He motioned for me to look and when I did my body shivered at the sight of the huge beautiful castle on top of the hill ahead. My old school was probably the size of one room inside Hogwarts. Of course my parents sent me off to the worst school they could find because well… they hate me (it's mutual), so I ended up at some all girls school where we had to wear dresses all day everyday. I hated it and stupidly told them so and that is why I was sent back every year.

But this, this gigantic school was going to be my new home, if Dumbledore will allowed me to start that is. That's why I'm going to see him. Hagrid is going to ask if I can start this year and I'm extremely nervous he'll say no. What if he hears I'm a Malfoy and immediately shuts me out? Why couldn't I have had different parents, ones that aren't crazy and evil?

The train came to a stop and the sound of doors slamming and opening filled the hall. I suppose I looked worried still because Hagrid put his hand on my shoulder right when I stood up and said, "Not to worry," still quietly. Was my going to Hogwarts a secret because Hagrid, who normally had a booming voice, was now quiet as can be? That's when I realized that maybe he was scared too. Maybe he really wanted me to stay and he thought Dumbledore would say no. He lied to me then; he said that Dumbledore was the nicest wizard in the world and wouldn't hesitate as long as we asked him first. Still, I was scared.

As we filed out of the train and onto the sidewalk, we split from the group and only Hagrid and I were walking toward Hogwarts now. The rest of the crowd headed down a street called Hogsmeade. Everything was foreign to me then and I'm sure I looked like an idiot looking around with my mouth wide open.

We entered Hogwarts and I'm sure my mouth opened wider with each new room we came upon. This was in fact the most amazing castle I'd ever seen. Actually I'd never seen a castle, but it was more amazing then I thought castles would be. Hearing Hagrid laugh at me, I tried hard to not look so surprised, but I found that to be difficult.

"This is incredible," I said, as if he couldn't already tell I thought so. He just smiled and put his worried face back on. I wished he would stop because he was making me feel worse about seeing Dumbledore. Every bad thing that could possible happen while talking with Dumbledore flew in and out of my head. I am a Malfoy, no matter how much I wish it away, I amThat reality hit me like a freight train as we started up some incredibly tall, odd looking stairs. I suppose I thought that once I got to Hogwarts I would mysteriously stop being a Malfoy. When I realized that couldn't happen I dreaded seeing Dumbledore more and more. Fortunately we were almost there, so I had no more time to freak myself out.

Hagrid knocked loudly on the door, making me jump a little. My heart raced, as Hagrid booming voice yelled, "Its Hagrid." A voice answered him with, "Okay" and Hagrid went on through the door. I followed him close behind as if to be hiding behind my huge friend.

"Ah, Hagrid," Dumbledore spoke in a voice that fit his looks perfectly. He was wearing a blue robe with a matching wizard hat that made me want to laugh. His long beard went well past his chest and was tied with a ribbon toward the end. Just seeing this man put me at ease. His eyes looked so kind and gentle, his face so welcoming and warm. Then he started to stare at me and I'm not going to lie it kind of freaked me out. "You are Remy, then?" he looked directly at me, forcing me to speak, the one thing I wanted to avoid.

"Yes," I answered, uncertainly. I was uncertain whether I was myself or not? I sounded it. I felt so stupid like I had just told him the color of my under ware or something. All I had said was yes, yet I suddenly gained my fears back.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore switched back to him, thank God! He probably noticed I was having a panic attack in my head. Why had I been so nervous? I was never like that. "What can I do for you two? You said it was important," he finished, getting to the point.

"Yes, well Remy here ran away from home or was kicked out or something," said Hagrid hesitantly, looking confused. I forced my fears away and spoke for Hagrid's sake.

"I don't get along with my parents, sir. They hate me and frankly don't care where I am," my voice shook as I looked for Dumbledore's reaction. He must hide his feelings very well because I had no clue what he was thinking.

"I'm going to adopt her," Hagrid belted out, surprising both Dumbledore and I. My eyes popped out of my head, I'm sure of it. Hagrid hadn't told me of this; I was floored. He obviously noticed and added, "If she wants me to, that is. I'll have to talk to her parents, but I'm willing."

"Very well, so are you asking me if she may attend Hogwarts?" Dumbledore assumed, looking from Hagrid to me.

"Yes, sir. Please," I answered, figuring Hagrid wasn't going to.

"Well, of course," he spoke, happily and excited. "We're always thrilled to have new students. All I have to do is get your information from your old school. Not to worry, Remy," he added, noticing I was scared to death.

"Thank you so much, sir," I smiled until me cheeks hurt. I was going to go to Hogwarts!

"Thank you," Hagrid repeated after me. Dumbledore just smiled at me and wrote something down at his desk.

This was going to be amazing. I was more excited then I'd even been in my life. Everything was going to be completely different now. I wasn't trapped anymore. As all these wonderful thoughts filled my mind, a bad one suddenly popped in, one I should've thought of long before now. My brother goes to this school.