AN- Thanks again to everyone that has supported me in some way, by adding this story to favourites or by reviewing. It means a lot to me. I am sorry for any long gaps between updates the last few updates. I am writing when I can, but I have a lot of assignments at the moment.
Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 7.
Shortly after arriving at the correct table, timetables for classes had been delivered and everyone had scuttled off to the places where they needed to be. For the first year Slytherins that was Transfiguration.
They all queued up outside the classroom, a quiet anticipation filling the air. Dorinda was pleased to see that she was not the only person who looked nervous. Even pure-blooded Draco Malfoy looked excited, though he was trying desperately not to show it to anyone else.
Upon inspection of the other students queuing, Dorinda realised that classes were to be shared with members of other houses. It seemed Transfiguration was to be shared with the Gryffindors.
After a few minutes of near silence, the door finally opened to reveal Professor McGonagall. Dorinda relaxed a little upon seeing her. She may look scary to the other first years, but Dorinda knew that she was anything but.
"You may come in," the professor said, motioning the students inside.
Dorinda slid into a desk on the left hand side of the second row. Pansy and Daphne sat directly behind her. She was a little upset to see that Tracey had opted to sit with Millicent on the desk next to her. She sighed to herself, but let it pass. This may be a good opportunity to make more friends.
Much to her dismay, a few moments later, Malfoy slid into the space beside her.
"Why were you talking to the Weasleys at breakfast?" he hissed in her ear.
She shrugged as she unpacked her bag, taking out a quill and some ink as well as her wand and a text book. "They're my friends, I guess," she said. "Though it's none of your business,"
He smirked at her. "You ought to be careful," he said. "Don't want to be associating with the wrong sort,"
She did not reply, instead focussing on organising her belongings on the desk in front of her.
"Any luck on finding your father yet?" he asked suddenly.
Dorinda shook her head.
"Oh, that's too bad. It would be an awful shame if you turned out to be Muggleborn," he chuckled slightly to himself.
The bushy haired girl that was sat alone in front of them must have heard. She whipped her head around and glared directly at the pale boy. This only caused him to laugh more. Dorinda attempted to smile at the girl, but she did not seem to notice her.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something to the girl, but he was hushed by Professor McGonagall starting to take the register.
When she got half way down the list, she called out "Potter," Again, the familiar looking boy from the platform acknowledged the name. He looked down shyly as everyone turned to look at him.
Once the register was finished, Professor McGonagall set about explaining the subject that is Transfiguration. After the introduction, she let the class practise a few simple spells, though she stated that she did not expect anyone to be able to achieve them yet.
After a few minutes of practising, a low chatter broke out. Dorinda decided now was the right time to ask about the Potter boy. She turned to Malfoy. "Why does everyone keep staring at Harry Potter?"
"Because he's famous Westrum," Malfoy laughed.
"I know, but what for? I feel like I know him,"
Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her up and down. "He supposedly defeated You-Know-Who when he was a baby,"
"Who's You-Know-Who?" Dorinda asked, desperate to understand who the mysterious person was.
"The Dark Lord," Malfoy said without any other explanation.
"Fred and George said he might be my dad," she confessed.
Malfoy fixed his eyes on her for a moment. His pointed face was suddenly stern and serious looked. He held the glare for a few seconds before erupting with laughter. This caused a few of their classmates to turn and stare at them, including the bushy haired girl in front, who gave them both a dirty look.
"No way," Malfoy said after he had calmed down. "That's far too ridiculous,"
She shrugged. "It's the only suggestion I've had,"
They both lapsed into silence and started practising the wand movements and incantations again. After a little while, she became aware of someone staring at her. She looked up into the piercing grey eyes of Malfoy. It seemed he was scrutinising her.
"We have the same eyes," she said, all of a sudden full of realisation.
He looked slightly taken aback, but nodded. "I was just thinking you look exactly like my Aunt Bella. From pictures I've seen,"
A wave of excitement washed through her. Perhaps she had finally found her long lost family. "I've never met anyone else with eyes this colour," she whispered.
Malfoy smiled at her. Warmly this time. "I could write to my mother if you'd like,"
Dorinda smiled back and nodded. "I think I'd like that," she was shocked at how suddenly he had changed his attitude towards her. Of course, if they really were related that would mean she was not a muggle born. She would finally have an identity and somewhere to belong.
"I never met Aunt Bella," Malfoy told her on their way out of class. "But you have the same hair. And the same nose, I think,"
Dorinda paused. "But I knew my mother. I watched her die," Confusion and sadness welled up inside her. It had been too good to be true.
"I can ask about other family members," he ventured. "There are some I know I've never met. I sometimes hear mother and father arguing about mother's other sister. I think she was a blood traitor. They never told me about her. If that's true, there may be others I don't know about,"
"Will you get in trouble?"
"Only if my Father finds out,"
"I don't want you to get into trouble though," Dorinda confessed.
He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He won't find out,"
Dorinda nodded her head. "Only if you're sure,"
"I'll write to her this evening," he said before peeling away to join Crabbe and Goyle once more.
"Thank you," she called after him. There was a warm sensation in her tummy. She felt happy and optimistic. She only hoped that their hunch was right. Or if it was not, that whatever information was returned may contain more clues for her to follow.
Tracey had been waiting for her halfway up the corridor. "What was all that about?" she asked. "Last night you hated each other,"
Dorinda smiled at her new friend. "He thinks we might be related,"
"That's great news!" Tracey whooped. "Though don't you think he's a bit of a creep?"
"Maybe. I don't think he's as bad as he want people to think," Dorinda confessed.
Tracey giggled and linked her arm with Dorinda's. "Did you manage to do any of the spells?" she asked changing the subject.
Dorinda shook her head and continued the conversation as they made their way to their next class.
After a bumpy start, she decided she was going to like life in the Wizarding world.
