Disclaimer: okay so I don't own any of Harry Potter Stuff, but Abagail, Aunt Bedelia, and Sam are all mine along with the plot! Oh yea, and I know that Abagail is suppose to be spelt Abigail, but I like it better my way!
Abagail Malfoy- 15-year-old girl, younger sister of Draco Malfoy. Not snobby like everyone else in her family. Lives in New Orleans, Louisiana with her Aunt Bedelia.
"Abagail, time to go, you're going to be late!" Aunt Bedelia shouted from downstairs.
"Almost ready. . .be down in about ten minutes." Abagail answered back.
"Damnit, where is my bag?" She questioned herself searching the half empty room frantically. Most of her things were packed, well all of the essentials. The time had finally arrived for her to return to London and live with her parents and brother. Abagail had lived in American since the age of ten and attended the finest American wizardry school.
I can't believe I'm actually going back there, but it is what my dad wants. I'll be going to Hogwarts, so I will only have to live under their roof for two weeks, Abagail thought. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, took a deep breath, released it, then grabbed her bags and headed out the room.
"Aunt Bedelia, can you help me get the rest of my stuff?" Abagail asked, nearly breaking into a sweat from dragging two heavy bags down a flight of stairs.
"Sure, how many more do you have left?"
"I think just my trunk and one bag."
They managed to get all of Abagail's belongings downstairs. It was almost time for the Knight Bus to pick her up. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get that." Aunt Bedelia said. She walked down a narrow hallway and to the front door.
"Abagail it's for you!"
"I'm coming."
It was Abagail's best friend, Sam. Next to her aunt, she would miss being able to talk Sam everyday. They went to the same school and lived on the same street for the past five years.
"Oh, Same, I'm going to miss you so much!" Tears were forming in Abagail's eyes.
"No time for tears, remember to owl me when you settled in. I'm going to miss you, but remember, if you miss you too much, I'm just a fireplace away! I want you to enjoy being in London. It won't be forever." Sam told her.
"I know, but I'm not sure. I hope everything is okay. I remember how it was when I lived there last. I'm just not like them."
"Everything will be okay!" Sam gave her best friend a reassuring smile and hug.
"Well, I hope to hear from you soon. Have a safe trip. Bye."
"Bye." Abagail answered back. Sam walked down the stone steps and down the sidewalk back to her house. It finally sank into Abagail that this would be her last day in New Orleans for almost a year. A tear found its way out her eye and trickled down her cheek.
A loud bus was speeding toward Abagail's house. It was definitely unlike a bus she had ever seen. It was a bright purple color and stood as tall as the houses on the street. "Aunt Bedelia, the bus is here!"
She came down the hallway slowing, dragging Abagail's bags. They walked outside and were welcomed by Ernie from the Knight Bus. After Ernie carried her bags on to the bus Abagail gave her goodbyes to her aunt.
"I left you something in your bag, read it one the way there." Aunt Bedelia told Abagail as she got on the bus. She was now headed for the Magic Ministry in New York City.
The trip was definitely an unusual one. The purple bus was nothing but a blur as it flew through traffic, but no one knew it was there.
After passing many monotonous towns, Abagail decided she would read the letter from her Aunt. She opened her bag and found a folded paper on the very top. She unfolded the envelope and began to read.
Dear Abagail,
Love,
Aunt Bedelia
Roughly two hours later the bus drive spoke up. "Abagail Malfoy, Magic Ministry.
Ernie helped Abagail with her belongings by shrinking them down so it would be much easier to carry around.
"Thank you for the ride." She spoke then made her way to the entrance of the soot-covered doors of a burnt down hotel. Using her index finger Abagail traced two M's on the door.
In an instant she was pulled forward into oblivion and straight in front a desk. Behind the desk sat a grey-haired witch.
"Hello dear, how may I help you?" she asked sweetly looking up from her stack of papers.
"I'm here to meet my father, Lucius Malfoy." Abagail responded.
"Okay dear, you must be Abagail, your father should be in the International Wizardry Travel room. Follow this hallway and when you get to the end take a left. It will be the second door on the right."
"Thank you." Abagail said. She made her way down the long dimly lit hallway and arrived minutes later in front a door marked International Wizard Travel. Abagail paused for a moment before entering. Well, this is really it, no turning back now; I'm really going to live with my parents and bother. It can't be that, I hope, Abagail thought.
The doorknob twisted and slowly the door opened. Abagail peered into the room hesitantly. There he was, Lucius Malfoy, her father, though she rather not let others know they were of any relation.
"Abagail, so wonderful to see you. You have grown so much!" Her father wrapped an arm around her shoulders then with the other he stroked her long reddish brown hair. "Your hair dear, what did you do to it?"
"I dyed it. I did not want to have blonde hair anymore!"
It had been not even five minutes and he was already annoying her.
"Very well, shall we go home now, your mother and brother are awaiting our return."
The stepped into small room connected to the room they were currently in. A voice filled the room asking for a destination.
"Ministry of Magic, London." Lucius spoke clearly and calmly.
A bright pink light filled the room blinding both Abagail and Lucius. In an instant their skin began to fade and become translucent. The next moment they were in an abandoned phone booth. Abagail knew exactly where she was. It was the last place in London she had been before leaving. They stepped out the guest entrance to the Ministry of Magic.
"That wasn't so bad." Abagail blurted out. "I'd rather do that then travel by port key or floo powder.
"Yes dear, and it is very much so a lot more safe." Lucius informed his daughter.
The two walked in silence until they arrived home. It didn't take very long, sincerely lived in London. The house looked the same; just as big and morbid as it did when she left it at the young age of ten.
Draco and Narcissa welcomed Abagail with a warm hug, but on the inside she felt not the slightest ounce of passion for being there. Only two weeks she thought as they let go of her.
"Abagail, what did you do to your beautiful blonde hair?" Her mother questioned.
"I dyed it, I did not like having blonde hair. I prefer my brownish red hair." retorted Abagail.
"And your clothes dear, why are you dressed like, like.". ."
"A dirty muggle. . ." Draco interrupted.
"This is how people dress in America." She tried not to sound annoyed, but had difficulty doing so. She knew they would not like her look. It consisted of low-rise blue jeans with a studded belt not in the belt loops, black boots, and a hot pink shirt with the words 'bad kitty' on it in black.
"I happen to like my clothes that you very little!" They kept looking at her in a weird your-not-one-of-us way. It wasn't a surprise; it's the way they always looked at her. But Abagail could not deny the truth, she wasn't one of them. She never was, would be, or want to be like them. Abagail was a kind compassionate person and treated everyone equally. Unlike her family, they thought of themselves as better than everyone because they were pure blood.
"Draco, show your sister to her room and help her get settled in." Lucius instructed his son.
"Yes, Father." Lucius then un-shrunk Abagail's belongings so his children could carry them to Abagail's room.
"This is your room," Draco said as he entered a bedroom on the second floor.
"Well, I can take it from here, I won't bore you by making you help unpack."
"Thanks." Draco gave her a snooty kiss my ass smile then walked away.
It is so nice to piss him off, some things never get old She thought.
After unpacking only the necessary items to get her through two weeks, Abagail laid down in her new temporary bed. She indulged in a nap. Hours later she was disturbed by her oh so unfriendly brother poking her ribs with his wand in attempts to wake her. He succeeded.
"Damnit, you little pink, that hurts! Haven't you heard of shaking someone to get them up?"
"Yes, but this is just so much more entertaining."
"Maybe for you." Abagail gave him an evil eye. Nothing between them had seemed to change. It was just as it was when she was ten. Draco and her still could not manage to get along for more than ten seconds. Only two weeks she told herself once again.
"Mum sent me to say dinner is ready and here," he handed her a cream colored envelop. "This is your Hogwart's letter." Draco turned and walked out her room.
Abagail glanced at the green writing on the envelope. It read, Abagail Malfoy, Malfoy Manor, London. She removed the letter from envelope, unfolded it, and then began to read.
Dear Miss Malfoy,
With much debate and approval from your previous school, I am pleased to inform you that Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has accepted you to enroll as a 5th year student. Term begins on September 1. You are to catch the Hogwart's Express at King's Cross at Platform 9¾. Enclosed is a list of school supplies.
Yours Truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Hogwart's Headmaster
Dinner went by rather smoothly, considering the only talking was that of Hogwart's letters. Draco was a perfect. The family planned to make a trip to Diagon Alley the following day.
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