When Melova woke up, she was in a house with little "nick-nacks"
everywhere. She stood up and went to a clock that had Ron, Fred, George,
Ginny, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Molly, and Arthur Weasley's pictures on little
spoons, all of them, except for Percy, Bill, and Charlie's, were pointing
at "HOME". She made her way over to a little ballerina dancing on top of a
coffee table. Unlike usual spinning ballerina's inside music boxes, this
one was dancing, jumping, and doing the splits. She watched it for about a
minute, when Harry sneaked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder,
making Melova jump a little.
"You were talking in your sleep again," he said, sitting next to her, watching the dancer with her.
"What did I say," Melova asked, looking down at the ground.
"Just stuff like, 'No, don't leave me' and 'Why?' and, um, you kept on screaming my name over and over again," he said, looking at her now.
"Oh, um, about that, I um, well," she said looking into his emerald green eyes.
"GOOD MORNING!" said a voice behind Melova, she turned around to find the twins standing in the doorway. "Well, you two better get ready, mum's already freaking out as it is. She said that she's not going to be able to fit all of us in the car! Ya, right. As if that would ever happen."
"Car? I thought we were getting there by the bus," Harry said, standing up.
"Well, Mundungo lent us a car, you know him, can get anything for free," Fred said, looking out the window at a brand-new-looking car.
"You mean the five-finger-discount?" Melova asked standing up heading towards the stairs.
"You can't steal a car with just one hand!" George said, Fred hit him upside the head, and Melova marched up the stairs with a significant smile on her face.
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As the Weasley's, Hermione, Harry, and Melova headed there way to Platform 9 3/4, Melova kept on saying over and over that there was no such thing. When they stopped at the usual wall, and charged, trolley first, into the solid bricks, Melova winced every time that one of them passed through. When it was her turn, she tried to think happy thoughts, but when she finally was next to the Hogwarts Express, she smiled and followed Harry to a seat. They sat in the same cabin as a girl named Luna Lovegood. Melova actually found her quite fascinating. She was wearing bright-pinks loafers, and her shirt was sponsoring a magazine called the Quibbler, with a picture of a three-horned animal on it. They engaged in deep conversation about Merlin knows what, when Melova walked off of the train, she couldn't even remember what they had talked about.
"Firs' years o'er 'ere," called a familiar voice.
"Go on, Melova, we'll see you in the Great Hall," Hermione said, urging Melova on as she grabbed Mystery and handed her to Melova.
"Thanks Hermione," she said, putting Mystery in her carrying box, and walking over to the deep voice of Rubeus Hagrid.
"Why, 'ello Melova, 'ad a nice trip?" Hagrid asked, looking at her through his beard.
"Oh, yes, very enjoyable. Um, Hagrid, why are you gathering the first years?" Melova said.
"Oh, all o' the firs' years ta'e a ride o'er the lake. Harry, 'ad ter 'ave tol' you abou' i'."
"Water? I hate water!" Melova said, looking panicked.
"Oh, don' worry, spells er on the boats so yer don' fall off," he said, as if that made things any better.
Melova's eyes grew wider and wider as they drew nearer and nearer to the small boats docked on the shore of a humongous black lake. She looked up at the castle and saw that the lights were already on inside. The ride there was probably the longest five minutes of her life. The people in her boat kept on rocking it back and forth, and Melova, by the time they had made it there, was pale-white. As they walked up the stairs to the Great Hall entrance, the color that was once in Melova's face returned. When they were at the top of the stairs, looking at two large oak doors, a witch came out of the doors, letting escape a few cries of laughter.
"Hello first years, in a few moments, you will be passing through these doors and will be sorted into your houses, are there any questions," Professor McGonagall asked.
Melova raised her hand. "Yes, you there."
"What are houses?" Melova asked, looking confused.
"You must be Ms. Black," she answered, with a slight smile on her face as a few of the children laughed at her question.
"Yes, ma'am." That made the kids shut-up. There were mutters through the whole room at the mention of the name Black.
"Silence children, you will find out soon enough what houses are Ms. Black, now, will you please follow me," Professor McGonagall said as she stepped through the oak doors into a vast room that had a ceiling of stars.
"Are you really Melova Black?" someone asked who was near her.
"Yes, why?" Melova said, standing on tip-toe, looking for Harry, Hermione and Ron. She found them at a table that was decorated with gold and red. They had there fingers crossed and were smiling at her.
"Just wondering," the kid said when Dumbledore stood and gave his usual speech of how first years should be advised that the Dark Forest is forbidden to all students, and then, one new thing was added to his speech this year, to have caution, great caution. To never engage in conversation with someone unless you knew that they work at, or go to Hogwarts. When he was done with his speech, everyone clapped, and Professor McGonagall picked up a hat that had an extremely large rip in the front. She started calling out names. The girl that had asked Melova who she was, walked up at the name Alloria Artis, and was sorted into Hufflepuff.
When it was Melova's turn to be sorted, she walked up to the stool and sat down, Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head, and then said, "Ooh, extremely difficult, not Hufflepuff, I can see. Ravenclaw? No, no, no. Oh, I know ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ........................................
Slytherin!!!!!!!!!!" All of Slytherin clapped, and Melova headed to the table with green and silver decorating. When she looked over at the Gryffindor table, Harry had a hurt look on his face.
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When Melova had reached the Slytherin common room, Malfoy came up to her and snickered," So, Black, I can see that you made it into the pure-blood house, I wonder, as seeing how your mum was a Muggle."
"Malfoy, I don't see how you even got into Hogwarts as seeing how both of your parents are cave-trolls," she snickered back.
"Oh, you'll pay for that," he said, taking out his wand and pointing it at her. But when he had pulled out his wand, Crabbe and Goyle tackled Melova and started hitting her upside and downside. Everyone in the common room gathered around the fight. Melova tried to fight back, but it wasn't any use, Crabbe had already knocked her flat on the ground, and she was unconscious faster than you can say "Dobby". When she woke up, it was the middle of the night, and she was in the hospital wing, her arm in a cast, and a freaky looking creature standing at the end of her bed.
"Dobby is happy that Ms. Melova Black ma'am is awake," Dobby the house elf said.
"Well, Ms. Melova Black ma'am is just happy that those twits didn't kill her on her first night here," she said, smiling.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir said that Dobby must take care of Ms. Melova Black ma'am."
"Harry worries too much about me, what's up with my arm, anyway?" she said, looking down at her bandaged arm.
"Mr. Malfoy broke it after you were out, ma'am. Dobby used to work for the Malfoys. Awful people. Mr. Harry Potter sir freed Dobby though. Now Dobby works for Hogwarts," he said.
"Well, Dobby, I really enjoyed your company, but I'm kind of tired, so, not meaning to be rude, but will you please go away," Melova asked.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, Dobby must go see Mr. Harry Potter sir anyway. Good bye," he said, hopping down from her bed.
"Dobby?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't tell Harry about what happened tonight."
"Yes, ma'am. Dobby promises."
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"Well, how is she," Harry asked when Dobby came through the portrait hall into the common room.
"Ms. Melova Black ma'am is fine," he said, looking at Harry.
"And? What happened?"
"Dobby has promised not to tell Mr. Harry Potter sir what happened to Ms. Melova Black ma'am."
"Well, um, is she ok?"
"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter sir. But, Dobby advises you to go to sleep. Big day tomorrow for Mr. Harry Potter sir," Dobby said as he walked out of the room.
Harry went up to the boys' dormitory's and found Ron wide-awake. "So, what happened?" Ron asked when Harry didn't talk at all and just walked over to his bed and pulled down the sheets.
"Melova made Dobby promise not to tell me anything what's going on with her," Harry said, pulling the covers over his head and falling asleep.
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The next day wasn't any better for Harry. Melova was obviously avoiding him at breakfast, even though she didn't show up at any meals through out the day. When he saw her in the halls, she walked away as fast as she could. When he walked into her Potions class, all of the Slytherins laughed when he asked Professor Snape if he could talk to her, all that she did was glare at him through the back of her class-mates heads. Finally, when he was walking back to the Gryffindor common room he found her crying in the corner between two portraits, one of a witch with curly black hair, and the other with a troll holding a water goblet slinging it around in the air like he was riding a horse.
"Melova, what's the matter?" Harry said, dropping onto the floor next to her.
"Look at that picture," she said pointing to the picture of the witch with curly black hair. Harry looked at the little golden plate next to the portrait. On it read:
Mary-Anne Jolivia Hiquoree 19??-19?? First witch to be deMagicized.
"What does deMagicized mean?" Harry asked her.
"What does it sound like? It means she was the first witch to ever have her magic taken away completely, she had to live the life of a Muggle. That's why I got into Slytherin, Harry, I'm pure-blood. My mum was a witch, and my dad was a wizard. I a pure-blood scum-bag just like Malfoy!" she said, crying even harder into the knees of the robes.
"It's not that bad, Melova, I mean, you're getting a little worked up over something that's not even really important," he said.
"Not important? NOT IMPORTANT? HARRY!!! MY MOTHER NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT HOGWARTS OR ANYTHING!!!!! AND SHE WENT HERE HARRY!!!! SHE WENT HERE!!! SHE WAS IN SLYTHERIN, TOO!!! I mean, really, she could have at least raised me a little like witch!! Even though she had to live like a Muggle!!!!" Melova cried into her robes.
"My aunt and uncle never told me anything about Hogwart's either Melova, just calm down," he said, hugging her while she cried into his shoulder. He hadn't even noticed that small crowd of people had gathered around them. A few of the students were laughing, but most of them had sad looks on there faces.
Dumbledore pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards Harry and Melova, who had calmed down a little, "What is this all about?" All that Harry could do, was point at the portrait of Melova's mother. "Oh, I see, well, Melova, I think we should have a little talk about that," he said, taking Melova's hand and walking through the crowd, which made room for them to pass.
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"What was that thing with Melova about?" Ron asked the next morning at breakfast.
"How do you know about that?" Harry said.
"Well, it spread around the school pretty fast," he explained.
"She found out her mum was a witch," Harry said, taking a bite out of his muffin.
"She was a what?!"
"A witch, the first one to be deMargificed or something."
"You mean deMagicized," Ron asked.
"Ya, that."
"I knew that name sounded familiar. Harry, her mum was the first person to be deMagicized because she revealed the Wizarding world to a crowd of Muggles, all of whom had to be killed. Harry, she doesn't come from the best family in the whole world," Hermione said, looking down at a book with a picture of Melova's mother in it. She showed the little article in the book to them. When Harry was done reading it, she looked over at the Slytherin table, where Melova was sitting, talking to Malfoy as though he was her best friend.
"You were talking in your sleep again," he said, sitting next to her, watching the dancer with her.
"What did I say," Melova asked, looking down at the ground.
"Just stuff like, 'No, don't leave me' and 'Why?' and, um, you kept on screaming my name over and over again," he said, looking at her now.
"Oh, um, about that, I um, well," she said looking into his emerald green eyes.
"GOOD MORNING!" said a voice behind Melova, she turned around to find the twins standing in the doorway. "Well, you two better get ready, mum's already freaking out as it is. She said that she's not going to be able to fit all of us in the car! Ya, right. As if that would ever happen."
"Car? I thought we were getting there by the bus," Harry said, standing up.
"Well, Mundungo lent us a car, you know him, can get anything for free," Fred said, looking out the window at a brand-new-looking car.
"You mean the five-finger-discount?" Melova asked standing up heading towards the stairs.
"You can't steal a car with just one hand!" George said, Fred hit him upside the head, and Melova marched up the stairs with a significant smile on her face.
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As the Weasley's, Hermione, Harry, and Melova headed there way to Platform 9 3/4, Melova kept on saying over and over that there was no such thing. When they stopped at the usual wall, and charged, trolley first, into the solid bricks, Melova winced every time that one of them passed through. When it was her turn, she tried to think happy thoughts, but when she finally was next to the Hogwarts Express, she smiled and followed Harry to a seat. They sat in the same cabin as a girl named Luna Lovegood. Melova actually found her quite fascinating. She was wearing bright-pinks loafers, and her shirt was sponsoring a magazine called the Quibbler, with a picture of a three-horned animal on it. They engaged in deep conversation about Merlin knows what, when Melova walked off of the train, she couldn't even remember what they had talked about.
"Firs' years o'er 'ere," called a familiar voice.
"Go on, Melova, we'll see you in the Great Hall," Hermione said, urging Melova on as she grabbed Mystery and handed her to Melova.
"Thanks Hermione," she said, putting Mystery in her carrying box, and walking over to the deep voice of Rubeus Hagrid.
"Why, 'ello Melova, 'ad a nice trip?" Hagrid asked, looking at her through his beard.
"Oh, yes, very enjoyable. Um, Hagrid, why are you gathering the first years?" Melova said.
"Oh, all o' the firs' years ta'e a ride o'er the lake. Harry, 'ad ter 'ave tol' you abou' i'."
"Water? I hate water!" Melova said, looking panicked.
"Oh, don' worry, spells er on the boats so yer don' fall off," he said, as if that made things any better.
Melova's eyes grew wider and wider as they drew nearer and nearer to the small boats docked on the shore of a humongous black lake. She looked up at the castle and saw that the lights were already on inside. The ride there was probably the longest five minutes of her life. The people in her boat kept on rocking it back and forth, and Melova, by the time they had made it there, was pale-white. As they walked up the stairs to the Great Hall entrance, the color that was once in Melova's face returned. When they were at the top of the stairs, looking at two large oak doors, a witch came out of the doors, letting escape a few cries of laughter.
"Hello first years, in a few moments, you will be passing through these doors and will be sorted into your houses, are there any questions," Professor McGonagall asked.
Melova raised her hand. "Yes, you there."
"What are houses?" Melova asked, looking confused.
"You must be Ms. Black," she answered, with a slight smile on her face as a few of the children laughed at her question.
"Yes, ma'am." That made the kids shut-up. There were mutters through the whole room at the mention of the name Black.
"Silence children, you will find out soon enough what houses are Ms. Black, now, will you please follow me," Professor McGonagall said as she stepped through the oak doors into a vast room that had a ceiling of stars.
"Are you really Melova Black?" someone asked who was near her.
"Yes, why?" Melova said, standing on tip-toe, looking for Harry, Hermione and Ron. She found them at a table that was decorated with gold and red. They had there fingers crossed and were smiling at her.
"Just wondering," the kid said when Dumbledore stood and gave his usual speech of how first years should be advised that the Dark Forest is forbidden to all students, and then, one new thing was added to his speech this year, to have caution, great caution. To never engage in conversation with someone unless you knew that they work at, or go to Hogwarts. When he was done with his speech, everyone clapped, and Professor McGonagall picked up a hat that had an extremely large rip in the front. She started calling out names. The girl that had asked Melova who she was, walked up at the name Alloria Artis, and was sorted into Hufflepuff.
When it was Melova's turn to be sorted, she walked up to the stool and sat down, Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head, and then said, "Ooh, extremely difficult, not Hufflepuff, I can see. Ravenclaw? No, no, no. Oh, I know ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ........................................
Slytherin!!!!!!!!!!" All of Slytherin clapped, and Melova headed to the table with green and silver decorating. When she looked over at the Gryffindor table, Harry had a hurt look on his face.
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When Melova had reached the Slytherin common room, Malfoy came up to her and snickered," So, Black, I can see that you made it into the pure-blood house, I wonder, as seeing how your mum was a Muggle."
"Malfoy, I don't see how you even got into Hogwarts as seeing how both of your parents are cave-trolls," she snickered back.
"Oh, you'll pay for that," he said, taking out his wand and pointing it at her. But when he had pulled out his wand, Crabbe and Goyle tackled Melova and started hitting her upside and downside. Everyone in the common room gathered around the fight. Melova tried to fight back, but it wasn't any use, Crabbe had already knocked her flat on the ground, and she was unconscious faster than you can say "Dobby". When she woke up, it was the middle of the night, and she was in the hospital wing, her arm in a cast, and a freaky looking creature standing at the end of her bed.
"Dobby is happy that Ms. Melova Black ma'am is awake," Dobby the house elf said.
"Well, Ms. Melova Black ma'am is just happy that those twits didn't kill her on her first night here," she said, smiling.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir said that Dobby must take care of Ms. Melova Black ma'am."
"Harry worries too much about me, what's up with my arm, anyway?" she said, looking down at her bandaged arm.
"Mr. Malfoy broke it after you were out, ma'am. Dobby used to work for the Malfoys. Awful people. Mr. Harry Potter sir freed Dobby though. Now Dobby works for Hogwarts," he said.
"Well, Dobby, I really enjoyed your company, but I'm kind of tired, so, not meaning to be rude, but will you please go away," Melova asked.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, Dobby must go see Mr. Harry Potter sir anyway. Good bye," he said, hopping down from her bed.
"Dobby?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't tell Harry about what happened tonight."
"Yes, ma'am. Dobby promises."
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"Well, how is she," Harry asked when Dobby came through the portrait hall into the common room.
"Ms. Melova Black ma'am is fine," he said, looking at Harry.
"And? What happened?"
"Dobby has promised not to tell Mr. Harry Potter sir what happened to Ms. Melova Black ma'am."
"Well, um, is she ok?"
"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter sir. But, Dobby advises you to go to sleep. Big day tomorrow for Mr. Harry Potter sir," Dobby said as he walked out of the room.
Harry went up to the boys' dormitory's and found Ron wide-awake. "So, what happened?" Ron asked when Harry didn't talk at all and just walked over to his bed and pulled down the sheets.
"Melova made Dobby promise not to tell me anything what's going on with her," Harry said, pulling the covers over his head and falling asleep.
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The next day wasn't any better for Harry. Melova was obviously avoiding him at breakfast, even though she didn't show up at any meals through out the day. When he saw her in the halls, she walked away as fast as she could. When he walked into her Potions class, all of the Slytherins laughed when he asked Professor Snape if he could talk to her, all that she did was glare at him through the back of her class-mates heads. Finally, when he was walking back to the Gryffindor common room he found her crying in the corner between two portraits, one of a witch with curly black hair, and the other with a troll holding a water goblet slinging it around in the air like he was riding a horse.
"Melova, what's the matter?" Harry said, dropping onto the floor next to her.
"Look at that picture," she said pointing to the picture of the witch with curly black hair. Harry looked at the little golden plate next to the portrait. On it read:
Mary-Anne Jolivia Hiquoree 19??-19?? First witch to be deMagicized.
"What does deMagicized mean?" Harry asked her.
"What does it sound like? It means she was the first witch to ever have her magic taken away completely, she had to live the life of a Muggle. That's why I got into Slytherin, Harry, I'm pure-blood. My mum was a witch, and my dad was a wizard. I a pure-blood scum-bag just like Malfoy!" she said, crying even harder into the knees of the robes.
"It's not that bad, Melova, I mean, you're getting a little worked up over something that's not even really important," he said.
"Not important? NOT IMPORTANT? HARRY!!! MY MOTHER NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT HOGWARTS OR ANYTHING!!!!! AND SHE WENT HERE HARRY!!!! SHE WENT HERE!!! SHE WAS IN SLYTHERIN, TOO!!! I mean, really, she could have at least raised me a little like witch!! Even though she had to live like a Muggle!!!!" Melova cried into her robes.
"My aunt and uncle never told me anything about Hogwart's either Melova, just calm down," he said, hugging her while she cried into his shoulder. He hadn't even noticed that small crowd of people had gathered around them. A few of the students were laughing, but most of them had sad looks on there faces.
Dumbledore pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards Harry and Melova, who had calmed down a little, "What is this all about?" All that Harry could do, was point at the portrait of Melova's mother. "Oh, I see, well, Melova, I think we should have a little talk about that," he said, taking Melova's hand and walking through the crowd, which made room for them to pass.
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"What was that thing with Melova about?" Ron asked the next morning at breakfast.
"How do you know about that?" Harry said.
"Well, it spread around the school pretty fast," he explained.
"She found out her mum was a witch," Harry said, taking a bite out of his muffin.
"She was a what?!"
"A witch, the first one to be deMargificed or something."
"You mean deMagicized," Ron asked.
"Ya, that."
"I knew that name sounded familiar. Harry, her mum was the first person to be deMagicized because she revealed the Wizarding world to a crowd of Muggles, all of whom had to be killed. Harry, she doesn't come from the best family in the whole world," Hermione said, looking down at a book with a picture of Melova's mother in it. She showed the little article in the book to them. When Harry was done reading it, she looked over at the Slytherin table, where Melova was sitting, talking to Malfoy as though he was her best friend.