Chapter Rating: PG
Completion Date: 080703
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Friday morning came, as did the tests. Fay didn't study, of course, but she didn't need to. As soon as the test touched the desk, her quill was moving with a feverish speed. One would think that if she didn't finish the test in five minutes, she would explode.
Aunt Trish was very happy to see that Fay was occupied with her test. "This way, she won't notice my absence," thought Aunt Trish. "Now, I wonder how I should get to Tryphaena's house. Floo power? No.she blew up her chimney last summer. Broom? No.too much of a risk. Muggles might see me. Okay! Walking it is."
"Aunt Trish?"
"Yes? What is it, dear?"
"I'm done."
"Already? But it's only been," Aunt Trish looked her watch, "Thirty minutes!"
"Yes, but I'm done."
"Hmm...Let me have a look at it."
Aunt Trish walked over to the table and saw that then entire roll of parchment was covered. Sure, Fay separated things into paragraphs, but besides that, there were no other spaces.
"I see. Well, Fay, I really have to send a letter off this morning, and I need an owl. A witch in town borrowed mine, and I was about to go to her place. Seeing how you already finished this test in thirty minutes maybe I'll just leave the other five next to you as well. Just promise me you won't leave this house, while I'm gone, okay?"
"I promise."
"Oh, and I know I don't have to tell you this, but I don't want you cheating while I'm away."
"Aunt Trish, why would I need to cheat?"
"Oh, right. Well I'm just taking some precautions. That's all."
Fay laughed. "Aunt Trish, I thought you had to send a letter."
"I'm going. I'm going." She put the other test papers on Fay's desk and left. As she stepped onto the road, she saw that the sun was shining and there weren't that many clouds in the sky.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about the weather." She took a deep breath and began walking. Aunt Trish rarely ever took that path. She never really went to the market in that town. She usually went to Diagon Alley.
The witch she was about to see was an old friend of hers. They met through her parents. Tryphaena always made deals with dark wizards. She was one of the best potion makers around and she specialized in the darkest potions that ever existed. Tryphaena wasn't really a bad witch. She didn't hate anyone. She didn't intentionally try to hurt people. Well...not anymore. She just had an interest in seeing things get tortured, but she mostly practiced on small creatures such as insects and rats.
Aunt Trish always enjoyed the visits that her and her father made to Tryphaena's house. Tryphaena would always give Aunt Trish little gifts when no one was looking, and sometimes she would even give Aunt Trish a Galleon on her birthday.
Aunt Trish was slowly approaching the house. It was located just on the outskirts of town. The entire cottage looked beat up. Half of the chimney was gone. The roof looked like it was going to cave in, and the two most rusted hinges you ever saw were attached to the door.
She knocked.
"Come in. Come in!" a very coarse and shaky voice called from within the house.
Aunt Trish opened the door and found Tryphaena near the corner looking at a couple of jars with various colored liquids.
"Ah.It's only you Trish. Well, it's been a long time since I last saw you, and I see that time is catching up with you as well." Tryphaena smiled and all the lines on her faces manipulated themselves to form an awkward pattern.
Aunt Trish looked at the jars once again before saying, "Oh, Aunt Tryphaena. I thought you were going to stop. What if you get into trouble again? And at your age?"
"Don't you worry about me. Let them do as they wish. It's about my time to go anyway." Tryphaena walked towards her rocking chair, and slowly eased herself into it.
"If that's what you prefer. Well, I came here to use Amycus. Why didn't you send him back to me?"
"Oh, you know very well why I didn't send him back."
"Yes, you wanted to keep him."
"Always the smart one, you were. That's why I favored you, you know?"
"Yes, you've told me countless times before."
"Well, go on. He's in his cage in the corner."
"Why are you rushing me? Do you have any customers coming in today?"
"Always the smart one."
Aunt Trish tied the letter onto Amycus, and he flew off.
"I'm going then. Good bye, Aunt Tryphaena."
"G'bye, love."
Aunt Trish opened the door and there stood two men. Both with the same cold, gray eyes, the same pale, pointed face, and the same golden locks.
"Malfoy's," Aunt Trish whispered.
The tall one she knew as Lucius. He was supposed to be in Azkaban for helping He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but he was released for "good deeds". The smaller one (well, he wasn't that short. He was just one or two inches away from Lucius), seemed to be his son. He looked around Fay's age, but she wasn't too sure. He looked awfully scared, almost as if he's seen a ghost. "Well, I can't blame him," thought Aunt Trish, "With a father like Lucius, who wouldn't be scared?"
"Well, well. Ms. Mehflua, here?" Lucius had a smirk on his face as if he was planning an evil scheme in his head.
Aunt Trish pushed passed him. "Move away Malfoy. I have no time for the likes of you."
Without turning back Lucius retorted, "Ah...but Araminta, you are one of us. Oh, wait," he turned around, "I mean, Patricia. How is your dear sister? Still perfect as usual?"
Aunt Trish paused. She wanted to hit him with a hex so much, but she had to return to Fay. So she just continued walking without saying a word.
"See, Draco? Muggle lovers are absolutely pathetic. They will always be below us, and think nothing different."
"Yes, father."
"Good."
However, Draco never kept his eyes off of the old woman his father referred to as Patricia Mehflua. "That was the same lady from Diagon Alley," he thought. In fact, the moment he saw her, he began to look inside the house to see if the young girl would be with her again. Then again, his father told him she was a Muggle lover. The girl must be one, too. Still, there was no harm in trying to look at her. Wait, what was he doing? He was frantically searching for a girl? He never did that. No. That was the girl's part. They were the ones who usually dragged on him and followed him around. He made a note to himself: "Forget about that girl. She is nothing."
He followed his father into the house, and subconsciously wondered what color the girl's eyes were.
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Aunt Trish practically stomped throughout the entire trip back home. "Right. It had to be a Malfoy that knew about my history," Aunt Trish thought aloud, "Yes, of course, Aramintha would like you. Did I ever tell you she liked your older brother? What you knew? Oh yes, that's right. It was a happy day when he refused to be her boyfriend. What a HAPPY DAY INDEED!" She slammed the door shut and saw Fay jump in her seat.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a bit angry. You can continue on with your tests. By the way, how many have you completed?"
"Five."
"Out of six?"
"Yes."
"Oh.okay. I guess I'll let you finish the last one. You are on your last one, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm just going to be in the kitchen when you're done.... Drinking tea... Yes... Relaxing tea... Kitchen.I'm going."
Fay giggled. "Okay, Aunt Trish."
Aunt Fay made tea, and just as she took her first sip, Fay came in.
"I'm not surprised. Well you can put in on the counter, there."
Fay did as she was told and took the other seat at the dining table.
"Tea?"
"No thank you."
"Suit yourself."
"Aunt Trish?"
She was taking another sip. "Mmm ... Yes?"
"Why were you so angry?"
"Well, I guess it's really nothing. I shouldn't bother myself over him. People like him always enjoy making people like me feel the way I did."
"People like who?"
"Malfoys."
"Malfoys?"
"Yes, they are EXACTLY the same as my family. Only they're a bit more open and deceiving. I suggest you stay far away from them. Nothing good ever comes with associating with that family."
"Hmm..."
Fay began to think. After what they did to Aunt Trish, she would never want to even touch them with a broomstick. No. The broom would be tainted after that. Why would you waste a perfectly good broom? You'd have to whack a Malfoy with a broom. Yes, that seemed logical.... Actually, it didn't. Fay just couldn't keep a strong feeling of hatred in her. She wouldn't associate with a Malfoy, but that's it. What good would harming them do? Aunt Trish did say they enjoy making people angry. Trying to hurt them would only prove that they could manipulate you. No, she wouldn't fall for it. She wouldn't allow them to have the advantage.
"Well, since you're done with your tests, maybe we should have lunch. You must be extremely drained from all that brainwork."
"I'm not really hungry right now."
Just then a huge rumble came from Fay's stomach.
"Right then," Aunt Trish continued, "Would you fancy some eggs for lunch?"
Fay gave an embarrassed smile. "Yes, please."
They also ate some crumpets and fried tomatoes for lunch. Once they were full, they cleaned up and Aunt Trish said, "Well, you should be rewarded. I mean there's nothing else to do today. I know. How about I give you those flying lessons?"
"Really?!? I mean, yes! I'd love to have flying lessons today!"
"Okay, but we have to wait until most of the food is digested. Seeing how it's your first time, your food might come back out the way it came in. If you know what I mean."
"Oh I see. Yes...it would be horrible to be underneath me while that was happening wouldn't it?"
"Oh I thought I've already told you. I'm going to be flying with you. I have a Comet two-sixty somewhere here."
"I must've forgotten."
In the mean time, they decided to dust the living room. Actually, they were just pretending to dust things off. They also did their version of French. It was mostly made of up sounds that sounded a lot like gargling sounds.
"Gadetua moshugl zeshumo," said Fay.
Aunt Trish was rolling with laughter, "Very sexy."
"I know." Fay said in her terrible French accent. She continued to dust off an imaginary toilet.
"Oh! Flying les...sons." Aunt Trish paused because Fay seemed to have disappeared. All of a sudden, huge thumps were coming from the staircase.
"I'm ready!"
Aunt Trish looked behind her and saw Fay holding her Nimbus Two Thousand. She was panting very hard but she had a huge smile on her face.
"Ha ha! You'll have to wait for me to get my broom."
Fay looked like her whole world crushed. She wanted to start lessons now.
"Okay. Okay. I'll hurry up."
A few minutes later, they found themselves outside in the garden.
"But there isn't enough space in the backyard. There are a lot of trees here. Are you sure we can practice here?"
"Of course not, there's a lot of trees here because there aren't a lot of trees over ithere/i. You get it?"
"Um...I think I do."
"There's an open field behind these trees, and these trees are here to block any unwanted eyes."
"Oh! Okay."
Once they were out in the field, they laid their brooms onto the ground.
"Okay, the first trick we're going to learn is picking up our brooms," Aunt Trish said.
"Um..."
"...Without touching them while they're on the ground. Stick out your hand so that it's above your broomstick and say 'Up'."
Aunt Trish demonstrated and then it was Fay's turn.
She stuck out her hand and said, "Up." The broom sprang into her hand.
"Good! Now just swing one leg onto the other side and kick the ground to go up, but don't kick too hard or else you'll go too high."
Fay was sitting on her broom, but wasn't sure how she should kick. "Don't think about that!" she thought, "You're wasting precious time that you can be using to fly."
"Okay," she said out loud, "Here I go." She kicked the ground and her went up very steadily, but she found out that the broom wouldn't stop going up. Her heart was beating faster. If she goes any higher the trees wouldn't shield her from view.
"Turn dear! Turn by leaning to your side!" Aunt Trish shouted.
So Fay leaned to her left. "Come on... Turn..!" she told the broom, and it did. Fay was relieved once she was around Aunt Trish's height. Actually, once she started getting the hang of it, she was enjoying the rush of being hundreds of feet above the ground.
Fay was flying everywhere possible on the field they were on, and so was Aunt Trish. In fact, it seemed as though she was enjoying it more than Fay. Well, it seemed.
When Aunt Trish started showing Fay some flying tricks, they started to do combos. Fay would do loop-de-loops while Aunt Trish would zig zag in and out of them. They even tried the Wronskei Feint. Of course, they couldn't get as close to the ground as he did, but they tried it out anyway.
It was a rush for Fay. It felt like she was free. Free from the uncertainty that surrounded her everyday. Free from the pressure to do good. Free from everything. The sun began to set and Aunt Trish ended the lesson.
Fay was sad, but that day was the most amazing one she had since she entered that world. When they were eating dinner, Fay was feeling a bit jet- lagged but she still smiled. It felt good. She could still feel the wind flowing through her hair and hear the rustling of her clothes. She wanted to go out again, but she knew she had to study some more. It's not like she didn't enjoy reading those books, but flying was much more pleasurable.
After dinner, Fay did her night routine (brush her teeth, wash her face, and change into her pajamas) and went to bed.
"I wonder if they'll let me play Quidditch?" she said before falling asleep.
....To Be Continued....
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A/N: This will be the last chapter that is written in two days or less. (lol. Less that two? Hmm....one.) I REALLY have to finish my summer assignments, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing! No, of course not. I just won't be as frequent. When I have time I'll write. lol! I'm sorry. She didn't even get onto the train to Hogwarts, yet. lol! Evil? Just a little...Think of this way. At least there are nine chapters.
Completion Date: 080703
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Friday morning came, as did the tests. Fay didn't study, of course, but she didn't need to. As soon as the test touched the desk, her quill was moving with a feverish speed. One would think that if she didn't finish the test in five minutes, she would explode.
Aunt Trish was very happy to see that Fay was occupied with her test. "This way, she won't notice my absence," thought Aunt Trish. "Now, I wonder how I should get to Tryphaena's house. Floo power? No.she blew up her chimney last summer. Broom? No.too much of a risk. Muggles might see me. Okay! Walking it is."
"Aunt Trish?"
"Yes? What is it, dear?"
"I'm done."
"Already? But it's only been," Aunt Trish looked her watch, "Thirty minutes!"
"Yes, but I'm done."
"Hmm...Let me have a look at it."
Aunt Trish walked over to the table and saw that then entire roll of parchment was covered. Sure, Fay separated things into paragraphs, but besides that, there were no other spaces.
"I see. Well, Fay, I really have to send a letter off this morning, and I need an owl. A witch in town borrowed mine, and I was about to go to her place. Seeing how you already finished this test in thirty minutes maybe I'll just leave the other five next to you as well. Just promise me you won't leave this house, while I'm gone, okay?"
"I promise."
"Oh, and I know I don't have to tell you this, but I don't want you cheating while I'm away."
"Aunt Trish, why would I need to cheat?"
"Oh, right. Well I'm just taking some precautions. That's all."
Fay laughed. "Aunt Trish, I thought you had to send a letter."
"I'm going. I'm going." She put the other test papers on Fay's desk and left. As she stepped onto the road, she saw that the sun was shining and there weren't that many clouds in the sky.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about the weather." She took a deep breath and began walking. Aunt Trish rarely ever took that path. She never really went to the market in that town. She usually went to Diagon Alley.
The witch she was about to see was an old friend of hers. They met through her parents. Tryphaena always made deals with dark wizards. She was one of the best potion makers around and she specialized in the darkest potions that ever existed. Tryphaena wasn't really a bad witch. She didn't hate anyone. She didn't intentionally try to hurt people. Well...not anymore. She just had an interest in seeing things get tortured, but she mostly practiced on small creatures such as insects and rats.
Aunt Trish always enjoyed the visits that her and her father made to Tryphaena's house. Tryphaena would always give Aunt Trish little gifts when no one was looking, and sometimes she would even give Aunt Trish a Galleon on her birthday.
Aunt Trish was slowly approaching the house. It was located just on the outskirts of town. The entire cottage looked beat up. Half of the chimney was gone. The roof looked like it was going to cave in, and the two most rusted hinges you ever saw were attached to the door.
She knocked.
"Come in. Come in!" a very coarse and shaky voice called from within the house.
Aunt Trish opened the door and found Tryphaena near the corner looking at a couple of jars with various colored liquids.
"Ah.It's only you Trish. Well, it's been a long time since I last saw you, and I see that time is catching up with you as well." Tryphaena smiled and all the lines on her faces manipulated themselves to form an awkward pattern.
Aunt Trish looked at the jars once again before saying, "Oh, Aunt Tryphaena. I thought you were going to stop. What if you get into trouble again? And at your age?"
"Don't you worry about me. Let them do as they wish. It's about my time to go anyway." Tryphaena walked towards her rocking chair, and slowly eased herself into it.
"If that's what you prefer. Well, I came here to use Amycus. Why didn't you send him back to me?"
"Oh, you know very well why I didn't send him back."
"Yes, you wanted to keep him."
"Always the smart one, you were. That's why I favored you, you know?"
"Yes, you've told me countless times before."
"Well, go on. He's in his cage in the corner."
"Why are you rushing me? Do you have any customers coming in today?"
"Always the smart one."
Aunt Trish tied the letter onto Amycus, and he flew off.
"I'm going then. Good bye, Aunt Tryphaena."
"G'bye, love."
Aunt Trish opened the door and there stood two men. Both with the same cold, gray eyes, the same pale, pointed face, and the same golden locks.
"Malfoy's," Aunt Trish whispered.
The tall one she knew as Lucius. He was supposed to be in Azkaban for helping He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but he was released for "good deeds". The smaller one (well, he wasn't that short. He was just one or two inches away from Lucius), seemed to be his son. He looked around Fay's age, but she wasn't too sure. He looked awfully scared, almost as if he's seen a ghost. "Well, I can't blame him," thought Aunt Trish, "With a father like Lucius, who wouldn't be scared?"
"Well, well. Ms. Mehflua, here?" Lucius had a smirk on his face as if he was planning an evil scheme in his head.
Aunt Trish pushed passed him. "Move away Malfoy. I have no time for the likes of you."
Without turning back Lucius retorted, "Ah...but Araminta, you are one of us. Oh, wait," he turned around, "I mean, Patricia. How is your dear sister? Still perfect as usual?"
Aunt Trish paused. She wanted to hit him with a hex so much, but she had to return to Fay. So she just continued walking without saying a word.
"See, Draco? Muggle lovers are absolutely pathetic. They will always be below us, and think nothing different."
"Yes, father."
"Good."
However, Draco never kept his eyes off of the old woman his father referred to as Patricia Mehflua. "That was the same lady from Diagon Alley," he thought. In fact, the moment he saw her, he began to look inside the house to see if the young girl would be with her again. Then again, his father told him she was a Muggle lover. The girl must be one, too. Still, there was no harm in trying to look at her. Wait, what was he doing? He was frantically searching for a girl? He never did that. No. That was the girl's part. They were the ones who usually dragged on him and followed him around. He made a note to himself: "Forget about that girl. She is nothing."
He followed his father into the house, and subconsciously wondered what color the girl's eyes were.
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Aunt Trish practically stomped throughout the entire trip back home. "Right. It had to be a Malfoy that knew about my history," Aunt Trish thought aloud, "Yes, of course, Aramintha would like you. Did I ever tell you she liked your older brother? What you knew? Oh yes, that's right. It was a happy day when he refused to be her boyfriend. What a HAPPY DAY INDEED!" She slammed the door shut and saw Fay jump in her seat.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a bit angry. You can continue on with your tests. By the way, how many have you completed?"
"Five."
"Out of six?"
"Yes."
"Oh.okay. I guess I'll let you finish the last one. You are on your last one, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm just going to be in the kitchen when you're done.... Drinking tea... Yes... Relaxing tea... Kitchen.I'm going."
Fay giggled. "Okay, Aunt Trish."
Aunt Fay made tea, and just as she took her first sip, Fay came in.
"I'm not surprised. Well you can put in on the counter, there."
Fay did as she was told and took the other seat at the dining table.
"Tea?"
"No thank you."
"Suit yourself."
"Aunt Trish?"
She was taking another sip. "Mmm ... Yes?"
"Why were you so angry?"
"Well, I guess it's really nothing. I shouldn't bother myself over him. People like him always enjoy making people like me feel the way I did."
"People like who?"
"Malfoys."
"Malfoys?"
"Yes, they are EXACTLY the same as my family. Only they're a bit more open and deceiving. I suggest you stay far away from them. Nothing good ever comes with associating with that family."
"Hmm..."
Fay began to think. After what they did to Aunt Trish, she would never want to even touch them with a broomstick. No. The broom would be tainted after that. Why would you waste a perfectly good broom? You'd have to whack a Malfoy with a broom. Yes, that seemed logical.... Actually, it didn't. Fay just couldn't keep a strong feeling of hatred in her. She wouldn't associate with a Malfoy, but that's it. What good would harming them do? Aunt Trish did say they enjoy making people angry. Trying to hurt them would only prove that they could manipulate you. No, she wouldn't fall for it. She wouldn't allow them to have the advantage.
"Well, since you're done with your tests, maybe we should have lunch. You must be extremely drained from all that brainwork."
"I'm not really hungry right now."
Just then a huge rumble came from Fay's stomach.
"Right then," Aunt Trish continued, "Would you fancy some eggs for lunch?"
Fay gave an embarrassed smile. "Yes, please."
They also ate some crumpets and fried tomatoes for lunch. Once they were full, they cleaned up and Aunt Trish said, "Well, you should be rewarded. I mean there's nothing else to do today. I know. How about I give you those flying lessons?"
"Really?!? I mean, yes! I'd love to have flying lessons today!"
"Okay, but we have to wait until most of the food is digested. Seeing how it's your first time, your food might come back out the way it came in. If you know what I mean."
"Oh I see. Yes...it would be horrible to be underneath me while that was happening wouldn't it?"
"Oh I thought I've already told you. I'm going to be flying with you. I have a Comet two-sixty somewhere here."
"I must've forgotten."
In the mean time, they decided to dust the living room. Actually, they were just pretending to dust things off. They also did their version of French. It was mostly made of up sounds that sounded a lot like gargling sounds.
"Gadetua moshugl zeshumo," said Fay.
Aunt Trish was rolling with laughter, "Very sexy."
"I know." Fay said in her terrible French accent. She continued to dust off an imaginary toilet.
"Oh! Flying les...sons." Aunt Trish paused because Fay seemed to have disappeared. All of a sudden, huge thumps were coming from the staircase.
"I'm ready!"
Aunt Trish looked behind her and saw Fay holding her Nimbus Two Thousand. She was panting very hard but she had a huge smile on her face.
"Ha ha! You'll have to wait for me to get my broom."
Fay looked like her whole world crushed. She wanted to start lessons now.
"Okay. Okay. I'll hurry up."
A few minutes later, they found themselves outside in the garden.
"But there isn't enough space in the backyard. There are a lot of trees here. Are you sure we can practice here?"
"Of course not, there's a lot of trees here because there aren't a lot of trees over ithere/i. You get it?"
"Um...I think I do."
"There's an open field behind these trees, and these trees are here to block any unwanted eyes."
"Oh! Okay."
Once they were out in the field, they laid their brooms onto the ground.
"Okay, the first trick we're going to learn is picking up our brooms," Aunt Trish said.
"Um..."
"...Without touching them while they're on the ground. Stick out your hand so that it's above your broomstick and say 'Up'."
Aunt Trish demonstrated and then it was Fay's turn.
She stuck out her hand and said, "Up." The broom sprang into her hand.
"Good! Now just swing one leg onto the other side and kick the ground to go up, but don't kick too hard or else you'll go too high."
Fay was sitting on her broom, but wasn't sure how she should kick. "Don't think about that!" she thought, "You're wasting precious time that you can be using to fly."
"Okay," she said out loud, "Here I go." She kicked the ground and her went up very steadily, but she found out that the broom wouldn't stop going up. Her heart was beating faster. If she goes any higher the trees wouldn't shield her from view.
"Turn dear! Turn by leaning to your side!" Aunt Trish shouted.
So Fay leaned to her left. "Come on... Turn..!" she told the broom, and it did. Fay was relieved once she was around Aunt Trish's height. Actually, once she started getting the hang of it, she was enjoying the rush of being hundreds of feet above the ground.
Fay was flying everywhere possible on the field they were on, and so was Aunt Trish. In fact, it seemed as though she was enjoying it more than Fay. Well, it seemed.
When Aunt Trish started showing Fay some flying tricks, they started to do combos. Fay would do loop-de-loops while Aunt Trish would zig zag in and out of them. They even tried the Wronskei Feint. Of course, they couldn't get as close to the ground as he did, but they tried it out anyway.
It was a rush for Fay. It felt like she was free. Free from the uncertainty that surrounded her everyday. Free from the pressure to do good. Free from everything. The sun began to set and Aunt Trish ended the lesson.
Fay was sad, but that day was the most amazing one she had since she entered that world. When they were eating dinner, Fay was feeling a bit jet- lagged but she still smiled. It felt good. She could still feel the wind flowing through her hair and hear the rustling of her clothes. She wanted to go out again, but she knew she had to study some more. It's not like she didn't enjoy reading those books, but flying was much more pleasurable.
After dinner, Fay did her night routine (brush her teeth, wash her face, and change into her pajamas) and went to bed.
"I wonder if they'll let me play Quidditch?" she said before falling asleep.
....To Be Continued....
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A/N: This will be the last chapter that is written in two days or less. (lol. Less that two? Hmm....one.) I REALLY have to finish my summer assignments, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing! No, of course not. I just won't be as frequent. When I have time I'll write. lol! I'm sorry. She didn't even get onto the train to Hogwarts, yet. lol! Evil? Just a little...Think of this way. At least there are nine chapters.
