Oh wow, not me starting yet another story when I've got 14 other ones in progress...
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Melody Plumm. She'd heard people call her a perfect child. The perfect heir to the Plumm family. Perfect in exactly the way her pureblood family wanted. At least on the outside.
In reality, she's not even a pureblood. Her muggleborn father and traitor of a mother ruined that for her. And her father managed to smuggle her twin sister off to his muggle parents. That is, before Melody's grandparents caught up to him and killed him. But they were never able to find her sister. That's probably fine. It lets Melody hide her heritage.
The whole world knows her as the Plumm orphan. Obedient, always polite at pureblood functions, always quietly standing in the background, yet never missing a thing. She's even managed to get along with Bellatrix Black, who is pretty much crazy, in Melody's opinion.
She's even figured out how to avoid her grandmother's fury. It's fairly simple: just be the perfect, pureblood granddaughter.
And that's all she ever is. Until the sorting hat is set on her head, and it shouts, "Ravenclaw!"
No one will sit next to her at the Ravenclaw table. She can feel the eyes of the entire Slytherin table on her back. Melody's hands are shaking in her lap, and she barely hears Regulus Black being sorted into Slytherin.
She doesn't touch her dinner, doesn't speak to anyone. Her grandmother will find out, and she'll be doomed.
She doesn't sleep at all that night. She can barely go through the motions of pulling her fiery hair up into an immaculate bun and tying a deep plum colored ribbon around it.
She goes to breakfast, and sits alone again. The mail arrives, and her grandmother's owl drops a howler in front of her.
As calmly as she can, Melody opens the howler, and lets it explode. It screams at her in her grandmother's voice for nearly five minutes. On and on about how she is walking a very thin line. One misstep, and she will be disowned.
But as much as Ravenclaw is worse than Slytherin, it's better than Gryfindor and Hufflepuff. And she's not disowned yet.
So Melody eats her breakfast, looks over her class list, and decides that she may as well make the best of this. She hasn't failed her grandmother yet, and she has no intentions of doing so.
Somehow, Melody manages to hold it together for weeks. Despite her former friends, all Slytherins now, scorning her. And her roommates never once saying a word to her. Which is why she doesn't feel like going to her dorm room after a long day of classes. She doesn't want to go sit with classmates that hate her. She ends up in the astronomy tower, sitting near one of the windows with her book.
She has her book open, and her eyes skimm over the lines on the page, but she definitely isn't actually reading. She's still sitting like that when a voice behind her asks, "How long do I have to stand here before you notice me?"
Melody lifts her head, and finds Regulus Black standing over her, hands in his robe pockets. She musters what little composure she's got left, "Till you say something."
He grins and plops down across from her.
"Aren't you going to scorn me, like everyone else?" Melody keeps her voice guarded, her emotions veiled.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm Ravenclaw."
"That's not really a reason to scorn you. You're still a pureblood, at least in everyone else's eyes. That's what matters, right?"
Melody smiled just a little, "Yeah. Thanks Regulus."
"No problem."
With Regulus on her side, her first year flowed much smoother. Melody kept to herself, save for the few moments she managed to catch with Regulus. He was her only friend.
First year bled into summer, and then into second year. Second year nearly flew by, and bled into summer.
Third year, well, third year everything came crashing down.
Melody took her seat at the Ravenclaw table. Students sat next to her, but like the last two years, she was alone. That was fine. She didn't mind it.
The first years filed into the hall to be sorted. Yet, something was off. There was a teenager among them, who was far taller. Definitely not eleven years old. Melody's brow furrows. There's a sinking feeling in her gut.
The names of the first years are called, and they file up to be sorted. Melody claps politely no matter what house they're sorted into. It's just proper manners, even if her fellow Ravenclaws are glaring at her when she claps a bit louder for Slytherin.
Her world drops out when a particular name is called.
"Wynter Klutz!"
That's her sister.
She's going to be outed, she's going to be doomed.
Melody's perfect life is shattering.