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Not mine, never was.
For J, a lovely mind, with an interesting concept of how to pass time.
Twenty one years is a long time to pass,
Rewards should come hand-in-hand with the expectations by now,
And here are the in between.
Sophomore year was not supposed to be a hard year for Dabria. And in fact, by summer's end it looked awfully promising.
The reason, perhaps, was that Dabria had been tasked by her professors to take care and integrate three exchange students from England. Oh won't this be fun…
You see, having a father, aunt, and uncles well acquainted with one's new subject of study, was in fact a major bonus. It was a life filled with magic...
Why don't we get familiar with our new friends, shall we?
James Sirius Potter, eldest child of the boy who lived, would join Dabria in their sophomore year.
Of course Albus Severus Potter and their cousin Rose Weasley would be freshmen that years as well.
Well who needed more explanation?
Draco had once told his daughter of his childhood, of England, the war, Hogwarts. He had told her stories of his family, the greatness of his second cousin Sirius Black, and that of his cousin Tonks. Of a man who had never seen true reward, but gave up everything to do what meant the most in truth. But most of all the man had spoken about the boy who lived. Harry Potter, Draco would say, he was a hero, a wonder for all of wizardkind to behold. He would then promptly state, I hated him.
In her youth Dabria had listen to the stories of the Chamber of Secrets, of escaped prisoners and werewolves. As she grew though, the girl learned the darker tales, the horror stories of her father's childhood. All the reasons why Draco had left England, all of the reasons why he never wanted to go back.
And there Dabria was, standing in the administrator's office, waiting to escort one James Sirius Potter, to History of Magic in America, The Roots and Origins. The first class on both of their schedule.
"Mrs. Cooney, really I'm sure that Mr. Potter and Mr. and Mrs. Weasel-bee, sorry slip of the tongue, Weasley," Dabria paused switching her attentions from the aging Headmistress(if that's what you could call it), to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Can sort out the paperwork without the presence of their children. I can get them all to class if you'd wish." Dabria offered with her best polite manner, even if it was completely fake. She was extraordinarily fead up with this.
"I'm sure that Ms.," Hermione looked to the girl for her name.
"Brown, but just Dabria, please. I really can't stand formalities. My father drilled that into me." Dabria laughed lightly at her words, even though only Mrs. Cooney understood her. The elder woman herself looked sharply at Dabria, an eyebrow arched in question.
"Well as Dabria said, the children should really be off to class. Harry and I can finish the signing and all, Ron you really should go check on Hugo and Lily." Hermione turned to her husband, thinking of the youngest members of their large families. The ginger nodded, planted a kiss on his family's checks, and left the building.
"Well Ms. Brown,-"
"Please headmistress, it surely would be best." Dabria tilted her head to the side, eyes boring into the elder.
"Oh just get them to class Dabria." And the four were shooed from the office.
The halls are made to wander…
Let us see what is said as curiosity peeks, and tests arise…
As the bunch traversed the halls, Dabria pulled them to a stop before a cross road of hallways.
"Look, you may know some of the professors from your parent's stories, but that doesn't mean you get special treatment. I'm sure that while you were perfectly glorified at Hogwarts, that won't apply here. Understood?" Dabria asked, small hands stuck on thick hips.
"Yes."
"Sure."
"Why not?" James challenged.
"Look Potter, I don't want to make- never mind. I just want you all to understand that even as the children of the golden trio, here you will be respectful, tolerant, and polite. Do your best with that thanks." Dabria's long whitish hair swung over her shoulder as she turned to Rose and Albus.
"Your class rooms are to the right, room 649. Knock first, but it's Dean's room so you should be fine. Good luck, you won't need it though." And soon her words directed themselves to James.
"Potter, do keep up." Dabria shouts as she began down the left hall, James immediately scurrying after her.
Friendships so easily come and go,
How often do they survive a melting winter's snow?
"Why are you so obsessed with us not being able to bask in our parents glory?" James asked as he and Dabria moved swiftly through the halls.
"Pride can play awful tricks on one's mind Potter. I was taught through experience, and it was one of many mistakes, plenty caused by pride. That's a warning Potter, pride is an orange monster that hardly seconds to jealousy. After you." Dabria held open the door as they came to a stop. He entered, her close behind.
And if we are to look back to the main office…
"Who was that girl? She seemed like she knew us." Hermione asked Mrs. Cooney as the children left for classes, eyebrows scrunched together.
The elder woman shook her head, removing her glasses to clean on her jumper.
"Dabria is a very nice girl at heart. She simply bears too much resemblance to Tootsie-Pop, hard on the outside, yet soft in the center. And what it takes to find that soft center, the world may never know." The elder woman laughed as she replaced the glasses on her crooked nose.
"But what about her family?" Harry piped up.
"No mother, was adopted by her father at age nine. He's a lovely man, owns a bakery in town, but i hear he domes from a very wealthy family across the pond. Much like yourself Mr. Potter, eh?" She laughed at her words once more.
"What's the name of the place? I'm sure the rest of us could do with something to eat." Hermione asked, pulling a notepad from her saddle bag.
"The Willow Tree Bakery." And after receiving the address and signing the last few papers, the friend left the school.
"You know Harry, I'm sure Ginny would have loved to see her children come here." The curly haired woman said as she placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, steering him toward the rental car.
A funny world we live in,
One filled with constant ilusion,
Coincidence and fate,
But what is needed,
Is to see the magic within…
