Hey guys! Here is Chapter 1. I'll probably post Chapter 2 today or tomorrow, if I get some reviews. Hope you guys like it! Please R/R!!!! Thanks.
Lillian Shrewsbury woke up with a start. She had had that dream again. The dream with a man and a woman holding a baby, a flash a light, a scream, and then they were gone. She groaned and looked at her clock. 6 am. Grumbling, Lily got out of bed and looked into the full-length mirror her dad had bought her for her birthday two years ago. As though she remembered this, her eyes went immediately to the picture of her family. Her father, her mother, and Lillian herself. Her father, George Shrewsbury, was an accountant for a prestigious firm, and her mother, Celine, was a school teacher. Again she turned her head to the mirror, examining herself. Her black hair was tangled and her eyes were bright.
Her eyes had to be her favorite feature about herself. Her mom said that her eyes were like emeralds-penetrating, bright green eyes-and she didn't understand which side of the family they came from. In fact, she looked, to her family's bewilderment, nothing like anyone in her family at all. Her mother had blonde hair and brown eyes, and her father had brown hair and blue eyes. In fact, no one in her family had black hair or green eyes at all.
She heaved a deep sigh and looked away from the mirror. She would go downstairs and get some breakfast. She tiptoed down the stairs so her parents couldn't hear her, got some milk out of the fridge, and started to make porridge. Ten minutes later, George Shrewsbury came in for breakfast.
"Morning, Lily. How did you sleep?" he said, trying to stifle a yawn. "I was up all night..." He yawned and grabbed the milk from in front of Lily, never finishing his sentence.
"Good, thanks," said Lily, smiling. Her dad looked like he had a very long night indeed. He had huge bags under his blue eyes and his hair was also rumpled. She stood up. "I'm going to get the post...Alyse is supposed to be sending me a postcard from Florida..." George nodded not taking his eyes off The Sun, his favorite newspaper. Lily grinned. Typical Dad. She walked toward the door and picked up the pile of post. She scanned the pile quickly. One for her mum from Aunt Victoria, three for her dad from his firm, and...Lily stopped and stared. This one was addressed to her. She thought.
Lillian Potter
Number Six, Magnolia Cresent
Little Whinging, Surrey
Lily's hands shook as she opened it. Inside where two papers. She pulled out the first one and read aloud, "Dear Ms. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She stopped. Hogwarts? Witchcraft and Wizardry? It had to be a joke, it had to be, someone making a joke... She shook her head, still walking and reading. "Please send reply by return owl." Owl? She walked up to her dad. "Dad?"
"Hm?" he said, his eyes still reading the Sun.
"Look at this," she said, shoving the paper under his nose. He lowered his newspaper and took the letter. Looking from the letter to Lily and back. He put his face in his hands.
"Lily, will you go and wake your mother, please?" He asked after a long last, looking at her. Lily was suprised. Why did he want Mum? "Lillian, please!" he said before Lily could protest. She ran up the stairs and woke her mother, who was downstairs in minutes.
"Dad, what's going on?" she asked. He ignored her and handed the letter to her mother, who read it. Her face paled. She looked at her husband, then back at Lily, who was standing in the doorway.
"What's going on?" Lily repeated quietly.
"Lily, come and sit down." She nodded, sitting in the kitchen table acrossed from them. It was silent for a moment. Lily sat in her chair, braced for the impact. "Lily, we're sorry we didn't tell you until now, we just didn't want to believe it was true. We thought it'd be safer." Her mum's voice broke, and her father had to continue.
"We would have liked to think of you as our own, our child. We planned on telling you, but...not this soon..."
"Mum, Dad, what are you talking about?" she was shaking. Her parents had never acted like this before. She had to steady herself for a moment. George and Celia looked at each other. Time seemed to stand still. Lily held her chair tightly, still trying to steady herself.
"You're adopted, Lily."
Marcus Malfoy sat there, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was up early, and he knew it, but he was in no mood to go back to sleep. He had had a nightmare again, but it was so normal now everyone considered it old news. He always had the same nightmare, with a pair of cold, grey eyes and a flash of blue light. He decided that he would go down to have an early breakfast.
He put his robes on, thinking last night's conversation on what school he school he should attend the next year. Marcus snorted. Conversation wasn't the word for it. His father was deadset on him attending Durmstrang, a Dark Arts school somewhere North. His mother was rather against this.
"I don't want my son going to a Mudblood-lovers school!" His father had retorted. "Hogwarts is a disgusting place, full of Mudbloods and Mugglelovers. I even heard that Weasley is teaching there next year-" He said with disgust, but mum cut him off.
"I don't care!" she shouted. "He's not going!" And after much arguing, his mother won. He had gone to Diagon Alley, and would be going to Hogwarts in two weeks, which Marcus wasn't too happy about. Most of his friends were going to Durmstang which, his father had said, was a more prestigious school.
"Notorious, you mean." Her mother had muttered over dinner. Marcus sighed. It was the usual argument, an argument that had torn Marcus' parents apart. Draco threw her a very dark look and said, "It doesn't matter. Just remember your pure-blood heritage."
"Right." said Marcus, stabbing moodily at his steak-and-kidney pudding. "Remember your pure-blood heritage"...he hated the whole mania about pure-bloods. People were people, who matter who they were related to. He was sick of it, sick of his parents having rows every day...quite honestly, he would be willing to go wherever took him if he got away from the manor...even Hogwarts...
He began washing his face in a stone basin. He looked up and saw his face in the mirror. His dark hair was standing straight up, and his cold, blue eyes, that were so much like his father's, were bloodshot. Then he noticed there was a pretty woman with her black hair pulled up into a messy bun. Marcus jumped and turned.
"Hi Mum," he said, trying to be cheerful.
"Morning, darling," she said, also trying to sound cheerful. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Marcus lied. Angelica smiled fondly.
"That's great," she said, sitting down and wincing. Marcus sat down next to her, concerned.
"Mum..."
"I'm fine," she said, smiling sadly. She stared at him for a while. "You look so much like your father..." she said, brushing his hair away from his face and pulling him into an embrace. Marcus smiled. He loved it when his mother came in his chamber in the morning. She always smelled sweet, like blossoming roses, and her grace was striking. But as soon his mother came in his room, he knew why; her and Father had had a row again. Sure enough when she released him, her eyes were brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry, dear," she said, attempting to brush her tears away. "It's just hard to see you so old, and leaving school...and with your father being the way he is..." Marcus nodded, as though to agree with her.
He descended the staircase in a bad mood, snapping at the house elves and dropping the eggs they had made him. He again read the letter from Hogwarts until the Morning Prophet came. Suddenly, he heard shouting in the room next to him. He sprinted from his place at the table in the dining room and into the cupboard in the kitchen.
"NO, I WON'T HAVE IT-" There was incomprehensible shouting in a female voice. Marcus' mother's...
"SHUT UP!" He roared, and there was a scream and the shattering of glass. "YOU'RE NEVER TO SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" There was a pause. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" There must have been a nod, because all was silent in the house. Marcus climbed out of the cupboard to see all the house-elves standing there, shaking. Marcus continued to eat his eggs. He knew he should be scared, but he wasn't. This was old news-the crashing, the screaming... Marcus sighed. The sooner he left the Manor, the better.