CECILIA

My parents were going to kill me. I had been told that I would be a Slytherin, with no doubt. Malfoys are Slytherin. It's just a well-known fact. I sat down on my blue-draped four-poster bed, that should have been green. Not that I was upset or anything, I just knew I would be killed for this.

KATRINA

My dream had nearly come true. My sister was a Ravenclaw. I wouldn't have to deal with that girl. She wasn't good enough. That was a fact. She will be dead to my parents. Just like she is dead to me. And Savvy. She had never belonged, and now that was clear.

AMY

I saw the Malfoy girl in the bed next to me. Maybe the nargles were giving her a bad headache, because I heard her groaning. Or maybe she thinks her family won't like her anymore. I didn't know the feeling. I had no real family. At least I had Rose and Lily, and their families. I really seemed to fit in. All except, they didn't believe in the nargles...I could live with it, but sometimes they were just crazy.

I walked up to the owlry the next morning to send a letter to Rose's and Lily's parents, when a brown, sleek owl with ruffled feathers came diving and sat on my shoulder. I had never seen it before, but if kept on nipping me affectionately. It dropped an envelope addressed in purple ink that simply said, Amy Lovegood, That was strange. I didn't know very many people aside from my friends at school and their parents, and they couldn't have been that worried about me. I opened the letter.

Amy Lovegood,

You don't know me, but I know you very well. I haven't seen you since you were a baby, so you probably don't even remember me. I wanted to wish you good luck at school. We may be seeing each other soon. (Watch for the Crumple-Horned Snorcacks, it's that time of year.)

-Your Purple-Quilled Friend

I guessed that I still wouldn't know who had sent me the letter. When he or she had said I didn't know the person, I had assumed they were right. Especially if they haven't seen me since I was a baby, when my mum went missing. How could I have remembered them at all, if I remembered only glimpses of moments with my mum?

I saw Lily and Rose in the hallway on the way to the Great Hall, and I showed them the letter. "That's cool," said Lily. "I wonder who it's from."

"We probably don't know them either," Rose added. "It probably wouldn't have helped if he or she had signed their name." That was true. I followed them off to the Great Hall, and then after, parted ways with them, and went off to Charms class.

KATRINA

I was sitting in double transfiguration with the Gryffindors, and I saw the Weasley garbage, the boy one, staring at me. It was so revolting. I could almost see his eyes turning into cartoon hearts. And he was sitting right next to Albus Potter. How could someone who liked him also like me? I thought. It would take a completely insane person. Then again, he was a Weasley. I had never understood the horrid creatures of mudbloods, muggles, and blood traitors. It you are a Weasley, that makes you a blood traitor. And when you're a Malfoy, you're supposed to be a Slytherin. Then, I heard Professor McGonagall's voice pull me out of the haze. "Miss Malfoy, what do you think?" Perfect. Timing.

AMY

I got another owl after Charms, as I was on my way to Herbology. It had the same purple ink, that spelled out my name. Amy Lovegood. I couldn't help but think that the handwriting was very similar to mine. It probably isn't, I told myself. I had just wanted it to be. I would open it later. I walked out, near the greenhouses, where there were groups of Ravenclaws, early and eager to start classes. I saw one girl who was standing on the outside, and not conversing with anyone else. I walked up to her, started to say something, and then she turned around. It was Cecilia Malfoy. She couldn't be that bad, I thought. Everyone else is just prejudiced against her. She's probably actually very nice. "Hello, Cecilia!" I said to her, breaking the silence.

"You're the Lovegood, aren't you?"

"Yes…" I said, trying to think of something to say. "I'm Amy. How do you like Ravenclaw so far?" Evidently, she felt very strongly about this. Her face was starting to turn red.

"It would be better, Lamey, if I had people like my sister to converse with," she replied.

"I know what you mean. I have two friends, and they're both in Gryffindor," I told her, as Professor Longbottom called everyone into the greenhouses, and Cecilia jumped ahead. I tried to follow, but she was going very fast. When we took our places around a table covered in potted plants, I moved to stand next to Cecilia. This is going well, I thought. Maybe I have three friends, now.

After class, I parted ways with a silent Cecilia, and waved to my new friend. She didn't wave back, but I assumed she just hadn't seen me. I sat down on a warm, blue chair in the common room by the fire, and opened the letter.

Amy,

Meet me in the Forbidden Forest. I know who you think I am.

-Your Purple-Quilled Friend

My first thought was doubtful. Why should I got to the Forbidden Forest, when it is clearly, by name, forbidden to students? Then I changed my mind. If this was an adult, and I assumed he or she was, then I was sure it would be all right to go into the forbidden forest for once with an adult. I just had to get Rose and Lily to come with me.

Thankfully, the Ravenclaw common room was empty, all but me, so the Gryffindor one was probably empty, too. That meant that I wouldn't have to break the rules twice that night, which was relieving, because it was the first day of classes, so it would be a pain to get into trouble. Where would Rose be on her first free time at school? I asked myself, before it became completely obvious. The library! I went off to the library, quickly, so we could get back from the forest before sundown.

ROSE

The smell of books was all around me. It was wonderful. There were so many, and I held a piece of paper my mum had given me, that said, A list of the books you should read before you graduate Hogwarts. From the moment I had looked at that title of the list, I had known I was going to read them all, and now I was selecting a book out of the ten pages of options my mother had given me. She knew me so well, because she had been me. Then I felt a tap on the shoulder, and I turned around. Lily had found me. She had probably known exactly where to look.

"Rose, we should probably go to the Great Hall for dinner now," she told me. I wasn't hungry for food, though, I was hungry for books.

"Could we stay a little longer?" I asked Lily. She sighed in agreement. Then Amy dashed in, and told us to look at the paper she held in her hand. After I had read it, I shook my head. We couldn't go breaking rules that Professor McGonagall had clearly stated on our first day of classes. Then I looked into my friend's excited, hopeful silvery-grey eyes, and I nodded. I would do it for her. Then we were off, Lily having had agreed as well.

LILY

We had ended up trudging through the beautiful, yet eerie, forest, stepping on leaves and scaring ourselves. We had passed Hagrid's hut, tiptoeing into the unknown. I had heard many stories of what was in there. Acromantulas. Werewolves. Then I saw a brown owl, that landed on the forest floor gently, and then it did something I had only ever seen once before, in the Transfiguration class earlier that day. The owl turned into a person.

AMY

I could see her. She looked just like me, as I had been told many times. Her long, blonde hair was messy, but I still knew this was her. She looked not too different from the smiling, waving photos I'd seen. "Amy," she said, with a loving, wistful tone. "The crumple-horned snorcacks have been around, did you notice?' I had, yet I couldn't find the first words to say to her. She gave me a hug. It felt weird, like I knew her, but I also didn't.

As I sat down on my bed in the common room. My brain was fuzzy, and I felt like I was floating on air. My mum. Alive.

KATRINA

Savvy wanted me to meet her in the Forbidden Forest, but she had an unusual request. She wanted me to bring Cecilia. So I did, reluctantly.

As we were walking in the forbidden forest, in the morning sun, we came to a stop.

"Are you finally forgiving me?" Asked Cecilia.

"Savannah just wanted me to bring you here. Wasn't my choice." I told her. Definitely wanted to make that clear. And then I saw a group of kids. They weren't supposed to be there. Neither were we. But they were with an adult. A tall, blonde-haired woman. I walked over to them, and Cecilia followed, close behind, because she wasn't mentally capable enough to make her own decisions, apparently. Rose Weasley, Lamey Lovegood and Lily Potter looked at us in shock.

"You're the Malfoy girls, aren't you?" asked the woman. I nodded. "Well, I guess I can keep telling you what I brought you here for, girls. I think these two need to hear it, too." Potter's face was so hilariously angry. "Well, you know Savannah Smith, correct?" Cecilia and I nodded, and the other three girls just shrugged.

"She's our cousin," said Cecilia.

"No, she's not," I looked at her in utter confusion. "Technically, she's your aunt. She's the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort." No one made a sound. The daughter of Voldemort was my role model. "And, that isn't even her name. Her name is Tiffany Riddle." Once again, all was quiet. This was important. I could tell by her concerned tone of voice.

"So, the daughter of Voldemort has lived in our attic for seventeen years?"

"Yes. And, over that span of time, she has prepared. She has horcruxes."

ROSE

My mind was whirring at a million miles a minute. Horcruxes. Voldemort. These were topics that my mum had told me about. My parents had almost died several times while looking for horcruxes. "How many does she have? I mean, you said horcruxes, as in, plural…"

"She has six horcruxes. And it will be your jobs to get rid of them. I trust you."

"Do our parents know about this?' asked Lily.

"They know, but they have no idea that I'm telling you that you need to do it. They think it's their job. I know that I can't let them go through that twice. They've already won a wizarding war." I hated how she said war. It bothered me. This couldn't elevate that far, could it? Many people had died during the last wizarding war. Could this really get that serious? That worried me, a lot. She will want to kill us. The ones who killed her father. She was eighteen. True, she wasn't as old as Voldemort was. Not as skilled. But my mother, father and Uncle Harry were seventeen and eighteen when they killed him. They already had the vast majority of their magical education. We were merely a few weeks into our first year. The odds didn't seem very good.

Do you think that the plot seems to go to fast, or not? Please tell me in the comments! (Don't worry, I've prepared some more plot twists.) And for the record, this story was actually written in its early drafts before The Cursed Child came out, so, yes, people aren't the correct ages, and maybe logically some of those ages don't make sense, but whatever. Also, in this story, Bellatrix Lestrange is not dead, though I know that many (including myself) love that she was killed to give Molly Weasley her moment in the sun, I'm sorry, When I thought up most of this plot in the fifth grade, I didn't care that I was making changes that might be important. Nevertheless, this story couldn't be the same if I fixed the differences from canon. Thanks,

-IWillAlwaysBeAHarryPotterGeek

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