A/N: Okay! So in the last version of the Mudblood's daughter, I really messed up with the ages of the characters. So, to clear up any confusion in this story I made a list of them. These are the more frequent characters in the story.
Bill Weasley - 41
Charlie Weasley - 39
Fleur Weasley - 32
Charissa Hallows-Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson-Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy - 29
Gabrielle DeLecour, Luna Scamander, Ginny Potter - 28
Lucas Weasley - 13
Teddy Lupin, Narca-Jane Hallows - 12
Victorie Weasley - 10
Molly II, Roxanne and Dominique Weasley - 9
James Potter, Cassie and Cleo Hallows, Louis Weasley - 7
Lucy Weasley, Fred Weasley, Kathleen Hallows Lucille DeLecour - 6
Callaria Parkinson-Weasley, Charlotte Hallows, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander - 5
Lily Potter, Esmerelda and Elizabeth Hallows - 4
Billius Hallows-Weasley - 2
Lucien Hallows-Weasley - 18 months
The Mudbloods Daughter - The Re-Write
I quickly duck down, causing Luria to squawk in shock. I crawl behind the bookshelf, leaving Narca-Jane standing looking like a lost little lamb. Oh crap! I can't leave her out there in the open! What if he sees her? I peer round the corner, and tug on the sleeve of her Vera Wang pink silk cardigan. She looked down at me, a confused look on her pretty little face. when I pull her round the shelf, she squeals, and I cover her mouth.
"Shush! We have to get out of here!" I hiss, and her eyes start changing colour to a light violet. She is obviously really confused. Luria spreads her wings, landing on Narca-Jane's shoulder. I get to my feet, hunching down, and hold onto Narca-Jane's hand. She winces at my grip, but I am still panicking. Malfoy can not see me. If he did... god knows what would happen. I look around the edge of the bookshelf, and see that Malfoy is standing at the counter, speaking to the owner of the shop.
I drag Narca-Jane, and she quietly squeals, while Luria flys ahead of us, and out the door. We almost make it, when the door opens, and a rush of children shopping for Hogwarts all flood in, and send Narca-Jane and I backwards, thudding into a bookshelf. Ow! Bloody books fell on my bloody head! Rubbing the spot where the heavy book bumped my head, I look at Narca-Jane. Her curls, all shimmery and silvery blond where mussed, and her bangs were in disarray. The poor twelve year old looked like someone had just dragged her through a hedge backwards.
Plus, there was a horrible tear in that oh so expensive Vera Wang cardigan. Dang... it was my favourite one on her as well. Wait... that sounds so wrong of me... I really need to get a grip. Soon... Narca-Jane looked up at me, her eyes big, and chipmunky (is that even a word? God I hope so, or all those brains and smarts I pride myself on having are completely useless!) her bottom lip slightly pout.
"Mama... what's going on? Why are you so determined to leave? We normally spend HOURS here! We're on a first name basis with the shops owner for Merlins sake!" Narca-Jane scolds me, and I feel a bit like a petulant child. Her gaze is set, and determined, and I nearly cower. That girl spends far too much time with Professor McGonnagle! Wait... that sounds sooo Slytherin of me.
"Mama..." her tone is warning now. It's the 'if you don't give me answers, I am going to hex you while you sleep and give you pulsating boils' tone she had developed over the years. Gets it from her Aunt Ginny, my guess is. She's still glaring at me, and I quickly look over at Malfoy. He has moved and is now he heading towards the bookshelves. He still hasn't noticed me yet. Narca-Jane looks over at him, then back at me again. "Who's that man?"
She's playing with her bracelet now, and I know she must be getting mad. Though she always wears it, the only time she touches it is when she get's frustrated. It's incredibly important to her as it's the only thing of her fathers family she owns. I remember when Narca-Jane was still at Hargreaves Primary, and someon had stolen it. Narca-Jane had gotten so mad, and attacked the person, so I got called into the school.
"This behaviour is unacceptable, Lady Hallows!" the Head of the school ranted. I bit my lip to stop from laughing. Her face was so funny, all round and red. She looked a bit like Miss Trunchbull from the Matilda movie. Only not half as scary. I must have slipped into a daydream, because she yells my name. I jump, and look at her.
"Sorry, Professor Lies. ow, how do you know Narca-Jane doesn't have a valid reason for fighting?" I asked, and she fumes. My god... she is so red. I wonder if she is going to have an aneurysm? I hope not, that might be messy, and I have no experience in the medical field other than dentistry.
"Lady Hallows! I know you probably think you own the world, and so does your daughter, but in my school we have rules! And I expect those rules to be followed! My school has an image to uphold, and your daughter is trying to destroy it by getting into fights every week, pranking my teachers, and causing general disruption in her classes. This latest fight is the end of the line! A girl had to go to 's!" she snaps, and that gets my attention. St Mungo's? Me and that girl will be having serious talks about her behaviour.
"I promise, Professor, I will be having serious words with her when we go home," I start, but she scoffs and cuts me off.
"No, you can have words with her now. Professor Honey, please bring in Miss Hallows," she sneers, and I almost want to curse the woman. She suddenly reminds me deeply of Bellatrix Lestrange, and that is not someone I particulary like to remember. The door opens, and a baggy suited female teacher walked in, holding Narca-Jane by the back of her black school pinafore and white shirt. The little girls pink and silver tie was tied round her waist, and her curls were mussed and falling out of her pink bows. Dirt streaked across her face and clothes, and she was missing a sock and a shoe. Dear Merlin, she looks a mess.
"Hiya mama," she says, smiling at me sheepishly. I raise my eyebrows and stand, looking down at my eight year old daughter.
"Don't you 'Hiya Mama' me, Narca-Jane Hallows. What's this I'm hearing about you sending a girl to St Mungo's?" I ask her, and Narca-Jane looks at her feet, scuffing her shoe against the floor.
"She stole my bracelet! Mama!" Narca-Jane cries at me, and I realise that there was a good reason for her fighting. Narca-Jane had had that bracelet since her birth. It was the one thing that she had from her father. It was pure silver, and was a two headed snake. One set of eyes were rubies, and the other had emerald eyes. Every year, at Christmas and her birthday, in the mail a silver charm would get sent, and it would be attached to the bracelet.
Narca-Jane's whole existance was based on that bracelet.
"Mama? You're doing that daydreaming thing again!" Narca-Jane says, and she snaps me out of the reverie I had put myself in. I look at her, blinking. It's times like this, I notice how much she looks like her father. I wished to god she would look like me when she was my little baby girl, I honestly did. But she grew up, to look exactly like a mini replica of her father. I look around, and notice that I can't see Malfoy anymore, sighing in relief, I stand, and brush down my Calvin Klien Jean skirt.
"Come on, Narca sweetie, lets go catch Luria. She flew off," I state, and Narca-Jane gasps, and runs from the shop, to find her. I follow, remembering the incident with the reporters earlier, and find Narca-Jane standing just out of my view. "Narca-Jane! Sweetie! have you-"
Oh god... Malfoy. Holding Luria on his arm. Talking to Narca-Jane. I quickly rush over, praying to lord he doesn't recognise me. "Come on, Narca-Jane. We have to go. Get Luria and..." i get cut off, by Malfoy. Oh god... he recognises me.
"Well, if it isn't the little mudblood turned pure."
