Chapter One
Letters
It was nine o'clock on that late summer morning in Late August when I woke up. I stuffed my face into my pillow, wondering who the hell had awoken me from my sleep. I lifted my head and saw my dog, Lestat, right in front of my face. He barked and I sighed.
"Stupid dog," I muttered, pushing him away.
Lestat is a large boxer, about three years old. He's a cute dog, all light brown with black on the points of his large ears and the biggest brown eyes in the world. He can also be a pain, like when he wakes me up hours before I need to be up.
The next thing I knew Lestat was the bed, pawing at my back. I rolled onto my back and sighed. Lestat barked again and sighed.
"Alright, alright!" I growled, very aggravated as I rolled out of bed.
I walked out of the room and into the small loft that was the rest of my apartment. I loved my apartment with all my heart; it was the only thing I was really happy about.
It was a small two bedrooms, two bathrooms loft in London. The loft was big enough for two couches and an armchair and my TV. I also had a small office set up near one of the large windows that could be opened on the opposite end of the room. There sat a small brown owl, a large bookcase filled with books, pieces of parchment, quills, bottles of ink and newspapers. On the newspapers the pictures zoomed back and forth as did a few of the pictures that sat on my desk.
Maybe I should explain a little. My name is Alexia Malfoy and I am a witch, I have been now for 17 years. I love being a witch, but the muggle world is great too. I am a writer for the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet.
Anyway, Lestat and I walked over to the couch and on the coffee table were several letters that my owl, Ike, had brought to me over nights. I opened the first one.
Lex,
I haven't heard from you in ages! How are you? And your family? I hope everyone is well!
Anyway I'll keep this short because I've got a lot to do!
In your last letter you said you'd like to do something, get us all together and catch up. I'm just writing to say I'd love to.and I'm so in!
Let me know the details!
Your friend,
Breena Brightheart
I glanced over at the picture frames on the coffee table, there were several pictures from my years at Hogwarts setting on the table. I smiled as I looked at one of four other girls and I all standing there with our wands in the air, smiling. Those four girls had been my best friends during Hogwarts, and yet for some reason we hadn't seen each other in over nine years.
I was on the left, tall, a little muscular and very pale; I hadn't changed much in the past nine years. I had glasses now, nice black ones that I wore when I was too lazy to put in my contacts. My hair was so short back when I was a kid, nice and choppy with gold streaks in it. Now it was shoulder length, very long and very smooth, the golden streaks were gone and replaced with dark burgundy ones. It was normally pulled back, but right now it was just flopped down, hanging limply. I also had fewer earrings in those days. Now I had four in my left ear and five in the other and I was a lot thinner than I had been. Back in school I always played Quidditch, but now I hadn't played it for nearly eight years, so most of the muscle had left and now I was just a sleek frame. I also had a tattoo on my ankle of the Elvish sign for angel. I had gotten it shortly after Kurt and I moved into the loft. It was something I never thought I would've done when I was a kid. My face was also a lot happier back in those days; I smiled more and had been truly happy.
Next to me was a shorter girl with long brown hair with small blond highlights. I smiled as I looked at this picture. Linnea and I had been the best of friends for years before Hogwarts, but during the mix of everything that happened during those 7 years, we started to drift. She had always been shorter than I had been, but then again who wasn't. She had always been very sad and depressed, but somehow at Hogwarts she had seemed much happier. I hadn't talked to her four at least five years; we had kept in touch, but just suddenly lost each other.
Next to Linnea was Breena, good old Breena. Although we were all the same age she always seemed to be way older than we were. She was our 'mother hen' as we called her, always the first to make trouble and the first to tell us we should know better. She had long, curly red hair and pretty green eyes. She was always so much maturer than the rest of us, but she would always make us laugh too. We kept in touch for about two years and then we both stopped writing. I always wondered why, but I could never think of an answer.
Next to Breena was Hari. I hadn't heard from Hari since the end of our 6th year. We had been so sad to see her leave us, but she was off to learn to become a Transfigurations teacher at Hogwarts. She had long brown hair and brown eyes and was always making trouble. She was a sweet kid, and I missed. I remember talking to Breena for hours when Hari told us she'd be leaving. She was one of us.but soon she'd be gone.
Next to Hari was Alaina. She was about my height and had very straight brown hair. I had met her in my 4th year and had never had a better friend. She always understood and was always there to make me laugh. She was also there to cry as well. I hadn't talked to her since the train-ride home from Hogwarts after our 7th year.
I wiped some small tears from my eyes and sighed. They had been my best friends, but now I had gone so long without seeing any of them. I missed them so much.
I opened the rest of the letters. They were from Hari, Linnea and Alaina as well. I smiled and wrote replies to them.
Dear Guys,
It's been so long.way, way too long. I've missed you all so much! It's hard to even describe it.
Anyway, Kurt is off in Australia for a while so I want you guys to come over. How about the whole week of Monday September 15th? You can stay at my place; I've got plenty of room. I'll meet you at Kings Cross-station at noon at platform 10. Hope to see you all there.
Your friend,
Lex Malfoy
I sent Ike out with the letters and sat down on the couch. Lestat barked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up, Lestat," I said, tapping him on the snout.
I got to my feet and walked over to my desk. Around it were copies of the Daily Prophet, most of them articles I had written. I was a very popular author there, and almost always received owls from people, praising my work and asking me out on dates. I never wrote about my love life, it'd stop all the attention.
I do have a boyfriend, Kurt Izyon, but he was currently away working in Australia for the wizard bank, Gringotts. He's been gone for about a 17 months now, but it was the only job he could find, so he took it. They told he'd have to stay there for about a year and a half.
We had shared this loft for about 6 months before he left for Australia. He told me that when he came back we'd get married, so I amused myself by planning the wedding very slowly. I already had my dress, his suit was picked out and I had almost everything ready by now. I had set the date for the 21st of next month at a beautiful church outside the city. Everything was ready, and all I needed was Kurt to come back.
At one point I feel asleep, when I wasn't sure, but it didn't last long. I was awoken by my neighbors on the floors below shouting and screaming at each other. I lay there for several minutes, waiting for them to stop yelling.I hated yelling.
It took me back to my life when I was very small, less than three. I don't know why but I remember it so well.so vividly. My Mother and Father screaming at each other till the late hours of the night. I would often creep into Gavin's room where he would comfort me. When my Mom left I told my Father I never wanted to see her again. I hated her.and I still do.
I woke up the next morning curled up on the couch with Lestat at my feet. I yawned and looked at the clock. 2 PM, probably the latest I've ever slept in a while, not a bad thing though. I got dressed and discovered that Ike had returned during the night, with four letters.
They were all coming; finally I would see them again.
Letters
It was nine o'clock on that late summer morning in Late August when I woke up. I stuffed my face into my pillow, wondering who the hell had awoken me from my sleep. I lifted my head and saw my dog, Lestat, right in front of my face. He barked and I sighed.
"Stupid dog," I muttered, pushing him away.
Lestat is a large boxer, about three years old. He's a cute dog, all light brown with black on the points of his large ears and the biggest brown eyes in the world. He can also be a pain, like when he wakes me up hours before I need to be up.
The next thing I knew Lestat was the bed, pawing at my back. I rolled onto my back and sighed. Lestat barked again and sighed.
"Alright, alright!" I growled, very aggravated as I rolled out of bed.
I walked out of the room and into the small loft that was the rest of my apartment. I loved my apartment with all my heart; it was the only thing I was really happy about.
It was a small two bedrooms, two bathrooms loft in London. The loft was big enough for two couches and an armchair and my TV. I also had a small office set up near one of the large windows that could be opened on the opposite end of the room. There sat a small brown owl, a large bookcase filled with books, pieces of parchment, quills, bottles of ink and newspapers. On the newspapers the pictures zoomed back and forth as did a few of the pictures that sat on my desk.
Maybe I should explain a little. My name is Alexia Malfoy and I am a witch, I have been now for 17 years. I love being a witch, but the muggle world is great too. I am a writer for the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet.
Anyway, Lestat and I walked over to the couch and on the coffee table were several letters that my owl, Ike, had brought to me over nights. I opened the first one.
Lex,
I haven't heard from you in ages! How are you? And your family? I hope everyone is well!
Anyway I'll keep this short because I've got a lot to do!
In your last letter you said you'd like to do something, get us all together and catch up. I'm just writing to say I'd love to.and I'm so in!
Let me know the details!
Your friend,
Breena Brightheart
I glanced over at the picture frames on the coffee table, there were several pictures from my years at Hogwarts setting on the table. I smiled as I looked at one of four other girls and I all standing there with our wands in the air, smiling. Those four girls had been my best friends during Hogwarts, and yet for some reason we hadn't seen each other in over nine years.
I was on the left, tall, a little muscular and very pale; I hadn't changed much in the past nine years. I had glasses now, nice black ones that I wore when I was too lazy to put in my contacts. My hair was so short back when I was a kid, nice and choppy with gold streaks in it. Now it was shoulder length, very long and very smooth, the golden streaks were gone and replaced with dark burgundy ones. It was normally pulled back, but right now it was just flopped down, hanging limply. I also had fewer earrings in those days. Now I had four in my left ear and five in the other and I was a lot thinner than I had been. Back in school I always played Quidditch, but now I hadn't played it for nearly eight years, so most of the muscle had left and now I was just a sleek frame. I also had a tattoo on my ankle of the Elvish sign for angel. I had gotten it shortly after Kurt and I moved into the loft. It was something I never thought I would've done when I was a kid. My face was also a lot happier back in those days; I smiled more and had been truly happy.
Next to me was a shorter girl with long brown hair with small blond highlights. I smiled as I looked at this picture. Linnea and I had been the best of friends for years before Hogwarts, but during the mix of everything that happened during those 7 years, we started to drift. She had always been shorter than I had been, but then again who wasn't. She had always been very sad and depressed, but somehow at Hogwarts she had seemed much happier. I hadn't talked to her four at least five years; we had kept in touch, but just suddenly lost each other.
Next to Linnea was Breena, good old Breena. Although we were all the same age she always seemed to be way older than we were. She was our 'mother hen' as we called her, always the first to make trouble and the first to tell us we should know better. She had long, curly red hair and pretty green eyes. She was always so much maturer than the rest of us, but she would always make us laugh too. We kept in touch for about two years and then we both stopped writing. I always wondered why, but I could never think of an answer.
Next to Breena was Hari. I hadn't heard from Hari since the end of our 6th year. We had been so sad to see her leave us, but she was off to learn to become a Transfigurations teacher at Hogwarts. She had long brown hair and brown eyes and was always making trouble. She was a sweet kid, and I missed. I remember talking to Breena for hours when Hari told us she'd be leaving. She was one of us.but soon she'd be gone.
Next to Hari was Alaina. She was about my height and had very straight brown hair. I had met her in my 4th year and had never had a better friend. She always understood and was always there to make me laugh. She was also there to cry as well. I hadn't talked to her since the train-ride home from Hogwarts after our 7th year.
I wiped some small tears from my eyes and sighed. They had been my best friends, but now I had gone so long without seeing any of them. I missed them so much.
I opened the rest of the letters. They were from Hari, Linnea and Alaina as well. I smiled and wrote replies to them.
Dear Guys,
It's been so long.way, way too long. I've missed you all so much! It's hard to even describe it.
Anyway, Kurt is off in Australia for a while so I want you guys to come over. How about the whole week of Monday September 15th? You can stay at my place; I've got plenty of room. I'll meet you at Kings Cross-station at noon at platform 10. Hope to see you all there.
Your friend,
Lex Malfoy
I sent Ike out with the letters and sat down on the couch. Lestat barked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up, Lestat," I said, tapping him on the snout.
I got to my feet and walked over to my desk. Around it were copies of the Daily Prophet, most of them articles I had written. I was a very popular author there, and almost always received owls from people, praising my work and asking me out on dates. I never wrote about my love life, it'd stop all the attention.
I do have a boyfriend, Kurt Izyon, but he was currently away working in Australia for the wizard bank, Gringotts. He's been gone for about a 17 months now, but it was the only job he could find, so he took it. They told he'd have to stay there for about a year and a half.
We had shared this loft for about 6 months before he left for Australia. He told me that when he came back we'd get married, so I amused myself by planning the wedding very slowly. I already had my dress, his suit was picked out and I had almost everything ready by now. I had set the date for the 21st of next month at a beautiful church outside the city. Everything was ready, and all I needed was Kurt to come back.
At one point I feel asleep, when I wasn't sure, but it didn't last long. I was awoken by my neighbors on the floors below shouting and screaming at each other. I lay there for several minutes, waiting for them to stop yelling.I hated yelling.
It took me back to my life when I was very small, less than three. I don't know why but I remember it so well.so vividly. My Mother and Father screaming at each other till the late hours of the night. I would often creep into Gavin's room where he would comfort me. When my Mom left I told my Father I never wanted to see her again. I hated her.and I still do.
I woke up the next morning curled up on the couch with Lestat at my feet. I yawned and looked at the clock. 2 PM, probably the latest I've ever slept in a while, not a bad thing though. I got dressed and discovered that Ike had returned during the night, with four letters.
They were all coming; finally I would see them again.
