Chapter 8
Laura's POV
That night, I was
sitting next to my trunk and was moaning. Hermione was sitting next to me with
her wand, trying to help her out.
" Laura! I cannot
believe how you managed to tear your robes this badly!" exclaimed Hermione.
" Like I said
earlier, flying." I replied.
" Ohno." Hermione
muttered, as Lavender and Parvati came strolling in." Good luck to you
tonight."
" Why?"
" Perfume
concoction. Lavender and Parvati (How do you spell it) are going to make
perfume tonight."
" What are you
doing here Laura?" Lavender asked almost shrilly.
" Staying here
for the fortnight in case you don't remember." I said smirking, I can't stand
people who ask such questions.
" Oh wow. You
actually got a skirt." Mentioned Parvati peering into my trunk.
" Hello? What do
you think? I do have a skirt." I replied.
" Oh really?"
said Lavender," We don't expect a person like you to have a skirt."
" Will you all please stop this stupid
senseless argument. " said Hermione." Unless you two know how to fix a badly
torn robe, I advice you to keep quiet."
" Oh pass it to
me," said Lavender snatching the robe." Here." She said passing the robe back.
"Oh thank you."
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The next day, at
breakfast, Ron introduced George and Fred to me. After finding out that we have
one thing in common, we started talking non-stop with groans coming from Harry,
Ron and Hermione.
" Laura, this is
George and Fred." Ron introduced.
" The practical
jokers of Hogwarts." Fred said.
" Hi George. Hi
Fred. Wait a minute, which is which." I asked confused.
" I'm George and his Fred." Said George
smiling.
" What are your
favourites jokes." I asked, my curiosity aroused by the phrase practical jokers
of Hogwarts.
" Hah. Whatever
jokes that happen around the school, are by us." Said Fred smiling.
" Count me in if
you have any more jokes." I said. And the conversation from here went on about
jokes. Interrupted with groans from Harry, Ron and Hermione. I admit, George
and Fred are more fun to be with that Draco, sometimes.
-.-
The lessons went
on as usual, I received a letter from home today. It was from Father, he wrote
saying that I was no doubt in Slytherin. Oh, but I wasn't. I did not have the
heart to write and tell him what had happened. I was at the lake when I read
this letter. Like Draco would put, Potter and his friends came along. Harry and
Hermione understood my situation right away. Well, Ron was saying just write to
your father telling him that you want to be in Gryffindor. After hearing this,
I nearly wanted to break down and cry but then, Malfoys don't cry. Upon
thinking of this phrase, I thought of the whole rulebook on how to behave like
a proper Malfoy, specially written out for Draco and me. Do not associate
with mudbloods. But I already broke that rule and many more what's more
another rule? But then, I feared my father's wrath and I did not want to let
him down.
I asked Harry,
Hermione and Ron where was Dumbledore's office. They brought me there. They
were shocked when I told Dumbledore that I wanted to be in Slytherin.
" Why?!" Harry
spluttered.
Ron and Hermione
looked shocked. " You can't be kidding?" Ron said.
I shook my head.
"I got my reasons." I said silently.
Dumbledore nodded his head. " You all my
leave now. Miss Malfoy? Will you please stay."
I nodded my head back;
I could not seem to say a word.
" Miss Malfoy?'
" Yes?"
" Why did you
want to go to Slytherin? I'm just asking for curiosity sakes."
Well, Dumbledore
had to ask that question. I sighed." My father." I said, passing him the letter. He read it, folded the letter
back neatly and left it on the table.
He suddenly asks,
" Laura, are you like your father?"
I was shocked at
his question. Did he mean the dark arts or personality and looks? " You mean
the da-?"
Dumbledore
nodded. I did not know how to begin. Oh yes. I loved my father as I had too.
But it was more respect. I was thought to fear. I did not know how to explain it to Dumbledore. Draco and I both
knew the dark arts well. I could do some of those spells as easily as tying the
shoelace of my trainers. But do I want to tell him?
" Somehow. " Was
all I could say. I wanted to say more but could not.
Dumbledore nodded
like he understood. " But do you want to be a death eater?" He asked.
I was shocked.
There were no female death eaters. Even Mother was not allowed in those death
eaters meeting. Realisation just set in. I recalled, that Draco and I were
always allowed in the meetings. And that Mother wasn't allowed. " You mean?"
Dumbledore
nodded.
" No. But is this
why Father always brought me to Death Eater meetings?" There I said it out. Now
what else could I hide?
" Yes. I believe
there is also another reason."
" You may go now. I believe your brother is hunting for you."
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