Chapter 4-
First Year
London Wizard Underground, England
Get up. Quick breakfast. Grab my bank key.
"Going to London, Mum! Don't know when I'll be back!"
"Have a safe trip!"
Toss in some Floo powder for Knockturn Alley. When I get there I run to Grignotts.
Money filling my pockets, I go to the bookstore.
"Any books on advanced Code Breaking?"
The assistant looks at me. "Yes, over here." Six books.
"How about werewolf mating habits?"
The man looks at me as if to question the request. But he finds me two books.
"How about finding enchantments on items?"
Three books.
Aw, fuck it. "Give me the Hogwarts fifth year list with Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures as extras."
He does. "And any advanced curses and counter curses books you got in the past two months."
I hand him a small bag, which I know holds sixty galleons. He looks at me. "Are you sure?"
"Completely."
"All these? I mean, this is an odd list."
"All of them. It's for private research."
"Fifty-seven galleons."
"That's a sixty bag and you know it."
He double checked, ringing it up as I walked out.
"Sir? Your change-?"
"Keep it."
Go to the potions store. Replenish my supplies.
"What are the best ingredients for an invisible ink eraser?"
"Erase the ink or-"
"To read it."
"Depends on the spells."
I pull out my bag. "Here." He takes the codebook and reads.
"Hmm."
"What?"
"This isn't invisible ink. This is Concealment."
"I can see that."
"No, no, that's the name of the ink. It's a triggered ink. Tap it with your wand-"
"I've tried that."
"-Then say the phrase."
"Phrase? What phrase?"
"Well, over here is a basic memory journal ink."
"Memory journal?"
"You write in it and the previous owner rights back their experiences and thoughts that year."
"Oh?"
"Watch." He grabbed a quill, inked it, and wrote, "My name is Mandris Pike."
The ink erased, then formed the words, "Then this book is not for you."
I snatched the pen. "Mother, it's me."
"Looks like your handwriting. Prove it."
Draw a few stars while thinking of what to write. "My name's Draco Malfoy- NO middle name- I fucking hate my father."
"My son's personality."
I draw a little dragon holding up a small person. The man is yelling "You can't kill me, I'm a rich and powerful dark wizard! No mere dragon can kill Lucius Malfoy!" while the dragon holds a salt shaker over him. Done with my work- a common sketch of mine, actually- I write next to it, "It's me, Mum."
"Tell me your middle name."
"Mum! I hate it!" Only Mum and Dad know it.
"Draco would tell me-"
"Harold. Draco Harold Lucius Amina Malfoy." Dragon with bad faith and spirit. Mother insisted on putting in Harold- She used to call me Harry until Dad got mad, said it was Potter's name, not mine, that was about my forth birthday- and Dad insisted on his name being in there too.
"Hi, honey!"
"Hi, Mum."
"What do you need?"
"The codes."
"Oh? Okay, then." And 24 decrypt codes flashed up under her message.
"I'll ask again later," I tell her as I close the book. I take out Year One and use the code.
"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy." This was when she was eleven, so of course she doesn't know me yet.
"Hello. I'm Narcissa Morgan."
Well. Now what?
"How are you?"
"It varies."
"Are classes hard?"
"No. Flying's tough, though. On a broom? But it's a lot of fun. Teacher says I'm a natural."
"Wait, wait- What do you mean odd?"
"Well, I'm used to the normal ways. Airplanes, hot air balloons, helicopters, hang gliders. Really big kites."
"Muggle ways?"
"Well, yes. After all, I am from a 'Muggle' family."
"WHAT?!"
"Watch."
Suddenly I'm in a house.
It's strange. A box in the corner is lit up, moving small colored pictures around as a young girl watches. But the pictures on the wall stayed still. There was a clock in the room, except I had never seen a clock that used numbers to tell time before.
The girl watched the picture box, not noticing that I sat intrigued next to her, until the picture style changed. She got up and went to the kitchen, and I followed.
She picked up a bowl and a box, went to a small lighted box, opened it, and pulled out a jug. All of these she sat on the table next to a spoon. She poured the box's contents and the milk in the jug- Aw! How cute! Milk from jugs!- into the bowl, then she started to eat.
I started to look around. Dirty dishes in a little pit. How did they clean them without magic, I wonder? The odd lighting box. Did the light go out when it was closed, I wonder, or did it always stay on? So many weird things.
A bell. I jumped. She is calm, however, getting up and getting the door.
Was it a summoning device? She hadn't been scared or even startled.
A man is outside the door, handing her a small stack of mail.
Aw, how quaint! A man hands it over instead of owls!
She smiles as she tears open the top one. Must be for her.
Green ink. Oh, of course.
She reads it carefully. "Mum! Daddy!" she yells, dropping the other letters and running upstairs.
She's a Muggle born, and she just got the acceptance letter. Now it all made sense.
I followed her up. "Mum, Daddy, look!"
A woman rose from bed, groggy. "What is it, Narcissa?"
"It's an acceptance letter!"
"Hm?"
"To school!"
"But you're already enrolled."
"Read the letter, Mum!"
To humor her child, she took it and read. ".George? Come read this."
"nn." Her husband was still sleeping.
"Can I go, Mum, can I?"
"Of course, dear, but it's all so strange."
"YAY!"
Then I was back. "How strange." I looked at the book.
Continue writing. "So. You're full Muggle born?"
"Yep."
"Oh." Gulp.
But I'm a PURE blood. Mum can't be a Muggle born if I have pure blood. Nothing but wizard.
Right? Mum can't be a Mudblood- I can't be a.
I drop the book.
"You alright?"
".I'm half-Muggle."
"Most of us are."
"No. I am. ME."
Father had lied about this, too. This was it. No more lies.
I didn't care anymore whether or not my old teacher was gay- the original thing I felt would pacify my boredom. Now I wanted to know the truth. The truth about myself.
I was owed that.
I pull out a twenty bag. "Here. Thank you."
I went out. Floo grates. Fire. Good. I go to the Hogsmeade line.
Toss in my powder and go.
First Year
London Wizard Underground, England
Get up. Quick breakfast. Grab my bank key.
"Going to London, Mum! Don't know when I'll be back!"
"Have a safe trip!"
Toss in some Floo powder for Knockturn Alley. When I get there I run to Grignotts.
Money filling my pockets, I go to the bookstore.
"Any books on advanced Code Breaking?"
The assistant looks at me. "Yes, over here." Six books.
"How about werewolf mating habits?"
The man looks at me as if to question the request. But he finds me two books.
"How about finding enchantments on items?"
Three books.
Aw, fuck it. "Give me the Hogwarts fifth year list with Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures as extras."
He does. "And any advanced curses and counter curses books you got in the past two months."
I hand him a small bag, which I know holds sixty galleons. He looks at me. "Are you sure?"
"Completely."
"All these? I mean, this is an odd list."
"All of them. It's for private research."
"Fifty-seven galleons."
"That's a sixty bag and you know it."
He double checked, ringing it up as I walked out.
"Sir? Your change-?"
"Keep it."
Go to the potions store. Replenish my supplies.
"What are the best ingredients for an invisible ink eraser?"
"Erase the ink or-"
"To read it."
"Depends on the spells."
I pull out my bag. "Here." He takes the codebook and reads.
"Hmm."
"What?"
"This isn't invisible ink. This is Concealment."
"I can see that."
"No, no, that's the name of the ink. It's a triggered ink. Tap it with your wand-"
"I've tried that."
"-Then say the phrase."
"Phrase? What phrase?"
"Well, over here is a basic memory journal ink."
"Memory journal?"
"You write in it and the previous owner rights back their experiences and thoughts that year."
"Oh?"
"Watch." He grabbed a quill, inked it, and wrote, "My name is Mandris Pike."
The ink erased, then formed the words, "Then this book is not for you."
I snatched the pen. "Mother, it's me."
"Looks like your handwriting. Prove it."
Draw a few stars while thinking of what to write. "My name's Draco Malfoy- NO middle name- I fucking hate my father."
"My son's personality."
I draw a little dragon holding up a small person. The man is yelling "You can't kill me, I'm a rich and powerful dark wizard! No mere dragon can kill Lucius Malfoy!" while the dragon holds a salt shaker over him. Done with my work- a common sketch of mine, actually- I write next to it, "It's me, Mum."
"Tell me your middle name."
"Mum! I hate it!" Only Mum and Dad know it.
"Draco would tell me-"
"Harold. Draco Harold Lucius Amina Malfoy." Dragon with bad faith and spirit. Mother insisted on putting in Harold- She used to call me Harry until Dad got mad, said it was Potter's name, not mine, that was about my forth birthday- and Dad insisted on his name being in there too.
"Hi, honey!"
"Hi, Mum."
"What do you need?"
"The codes."
"Oh? Okay, then." And 24 decrypt codes flashed up under her message.
"I'll ask again later," I tell her as I close the book. I take out Year One and use the code.
"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy." This was when she was eleven, so of course she doesn't know me yet.
"Hello. I'm Narcissa Morgan."
Well. Now what?
"How are you?"
"It varies."
"Are classes hard?"
"No. Flying's tough, though. On a broom? But it's a lot of fun. Teacher says I'm a natural."
"Wait, wait- What do you mean odd?"
"Well, I'm used to the normal ways. Airplanes, hot air balloons, helicopters, hang gliders. Really big kites."
"Muggle ways?"
"Well, yes. After all, I am from a 'Muggle' family."
"WHAT?!"
"Watch."
Suddenly I'm in a house.
It's strange. A box in the corner is lit up, moving small colored pictures around as a young girl watches. But the pictures on the wall stayed still. There was a clock in the room, except I had never seen a clock that used numbers to tell time before.
The girl watched the picture box, not noticing that I sat intrigued next to her, until the picture style changed. She got up and went to the kitchen, and I followed.
She picked up a bowl and a box, went to a small lighted box, opened it, and pulled out a jug. All of these she sat on the table next to a spoon. She poured the box's contents and the milk in the jug- Aw! How cute! Milk from jugs!- into the bowl, then she started to eat.
I started to look around. Dirty dishes in a little pit. How did they clean them without magic, I wonder? The odd lighting box. Did the light go out when it was closed, I wonder, or did it always stay on? So many weird things.
A bell. I jumped. She is calm, however, getting up and getting the door.
Was it a summoning device? She hadn't been scared or even startled.
A man is outside the door, handing her a small stack of mail.
Aw, how quaint! A man hands it over instead of owls!
She smiles as she tears open the top one. Must be for her.
Green ink. Oh, of course.
She reads it carefully. "Mum! Daddy!" she yells, dropping the other letters and running upstairs.
She's a Muggle born, and she just got the acceptance letter. Now it all made sense.
I followed her up. "Mum, Daddy, look!"
A woman rose from bed, groggy. "What is it, Narcissa?"
"It's an acceptance letter!"
"Hm?"
"To school!"
"But you're already enrolled."
"Read the letter, Mum!"
To humor her child, she took it and read. ".George? Come read this."
"nn." Her husband was still sleeping.
"Can I go, Mum, can I?"
"Of course, dear, but it's all so strange."
"YAY!"
Then I was back. "How strange." I looked at the book.
Continue writing. "So. You're full Muggle born?"
"Yep."
"Oh." Gulp.
But I'm a PURE blood. Mum can't be a Muggle born if I have pure blood. Nothing but wizard.
Right? Mum can't be a Mudblood- I can't be a.
I drop the book.
"You alright?"
".I'm half-Muggle."
"Most of us are."
"No. I am. ME."
Father had lied about this, too. This was it. No more lies.
I didn't care anymore whether or not my old teacher was gay- the original thing I felt would pacify my boredom. Now I wanted to know the truth. The truth about myself.
I was owed that.
I pull out a twenty bag. "Here. Thank you."
I went out. Floo grates. Fire. Good. I go to the Hogsmeade line.
Toss in my powder and go.