I was home again. No, I was not expelled, but it was the winter break. I laid back on my newly decorated room. Slytherin colors. Don't ask me why, I just seemed attracted to green, yellow, and black. Of course, to not lose my old touch, the bed was covered in peace signs, and a giant pillow read LOVE.
I had spent most of my time researching memory-binding spells. One in particular struck me as odd. When the memory was locked into an inanimate object, say, a dairy, then the memory becomes aware of their present body in the real world and see it as they see it presently, however it also tore apart the soul of that person. The spell caused Horcruxes I decided to send a letter by owl-post to Harry and set out my quill and a piece of parchment.
When I least expected it, a knock came on the red door downstairs. Looking through the looking glass, I saw what looked like an older and longer haired version of Draco Malfoy, as well as said jerk, and a woman I did not recognize. Forrest came out of his room.
"Who is it Mariah?" He asked after he heard the second knock.
"I think it's the Malfoy family." I hissed shushing him. "How did they know where I live? I made sure nobody, not even Dumbledore knew my address." Since we both knew sign language, I told him I would sneak out the back door and he would pretend I was out with some friends, I would find Bailey and Starlight, and he would meet up with us Bailey's temporary home. I either said that or to go to his own home. Oh well, he'll understand. I ran as fast as I could to the sliding French doors and slid out silently. Running through the thick woods, I finally fell, face first into a river. I heard running footsteps after me. Geez that darn Draco Malfoy never gives up does he? I rolled with the current but was seized out of the water by large and pale hands.
"Why in such a big rush, Miss Serpentalis?" Draco's father, I couldn't remember his name at that moment, asked me.
"Eh-uhm. I was, er, going for a swim?" I tried looking innocent. But obviously, he knew the family trick of the 'puppy dog/ let me go' look. It rolled off him like water off a duck.
"Oh, just put her down Lucius. You're terrifying her out of her rational thinking." Narcissa stated simply, hand on hip. Looking at me, a slight bought of sympathy in her eyes. I never knew a Malfoy who showed compassion. Draco was standing behind his father.
"If I didn't know any better Mariah, I'd say you weren't pleased to see me."
"That's because I'm not." I hissed at the slicked-back haired jerk.
"When that half-blood opened the door, I was afraid we had the wrong house. What is he doing here, Miss Serpentalis?" Lucius asked me.
"He lives with me, he pays his rent, and I feed him and keep a roof over his head until he's out of Hogwarts. Then he gets kicked out and has to find himself a job." I spat. I didn't like them, only Narcissa. She was pretty nice, for a Malfoy.
Lucius smirked. "Well then, now that matter has been cleared up, do you mind if we stay the night? We will leave promptly in the morning, but we cannot make it home in time for supper." I could see where Draco got his smirking talent from.
"Very well, I'll see what I can scrounge up in the kitchen and I have some rooms left you can use." I muttered, I hated that about myself, always so polite, never turning anyone down, never hurting another person.
I walked back to my house and began preparing the meal. I was okay at cooking, but baking was my forte. Finally I served the meal; Forrest had already eaten, to avoid the Malfoys. He ate some leftover pizza he made last night, and I ate some of the beef stew I had just created.
After we had all finished, I turned to Narcissa. "There is a guest bedroom upstairs, first door on your left that you and Lucius may use. Draco," I turned to him, "may use the other guest bedroom, the door right next to it."
Narcissa nodded to Lucius and they went upstairs. I looked at their son. "Okay, why are you really here, and how did you find my address?" He just shook his head, his that's-a-secret-I'll-never-tell smirk. I pouted a little, knowing full well that he would fall for it. And sure enough he did.
"All I had to do was follow you here, not that difficult really."
"Stalker."
"And that half-blood living here isn't?"
"No he is not. He is my friend, which is more than I can say for you. I suggest you go to your room, unless you want to have a fight on your hands." I snarled at him. He just twiddled his finger at me, like a child.
"Mariah, I am your guest. Do not forget that. And my father…"
"I don't care how connected your father is!" I whipped around and grabbed my quill and parchment and raced outside. Sitting on the pavilion quite a way from my abode, I began writing.
Dear Harry-
Please, please, PLEASE! Be wary of that diary you picked up in Myrtle's bathroom! I fear it may have the memory of someone who I wish not to mention hidden inside of it (tell Hermione to look up HORCRUXES)! As soon as you get this, please respond! I have a limited amount of time due to, 'paleface weasel' showing up at my doorstep! Just tell Goldenwhisper the word 'Serpent' and she'll know who to come to! You'll probably see Ron and Hermione (as well as Fred and George) before I do, so tell them happy holidays from me! I love you all!
-Mariah Serpentalis
I walked over to my gold-colored owl, Goldenwhisper. Handing her the message, I told her, "Scar." And she was off, flying into the sunset.
"Well, I've finally found you!" Draco Malfoy said, turning around the corner. Looking slightly shocked, "Who is 'Scar', might I ask?"
"No one you should worry about."
He pouted, acting like a spoiled child not getting what he wanted. "Stop acting so tough, even I can realize you have a soft spot for people. You should at least be my friend."
"Well then, you stop acting like such an ugly, stupid, stuck-up git all the time!" I snapped back at him. He chuckled in response to my anger, leaning on the white balcony. I grunted in response and raced out the door. I needed space, I needed the sky, what I wanted was to shed my wings and fly above the wizarding world. I loved being an unregistered dragon Animagus, I was a green, silver, and black Japanese Lung. Spreading my silver leathery wings, I beat the air, rising up into the setting sun. Suddenly it hit me.
"IMPERIO!" I heard someone below shout. Well, crud. I'm screwed. Do they know I'm an Animagus? Something in Lucius's eyes said he had no idea, he thought I was a rogue dragon, but, Japanese Lungs are never rogues, they are too rare. He probably thought I was a tame dragon.
I went right at him, his wand forcing me to land directly in front of him, and lean my head down to eye level. Due to the color differences between dragonsight and human eyesight, he looked slightly blue. I snorted laughter, causing smoke to retreat from my nostrils. I once had a Japanese Lung that I loved riding. Her name was Silvertongue. Her stable still stood, well-kempt and clean. I let him lead me to the stable and lock me into her stall. She was feisty and refused to have human contact other than me. So why not play the part?
I raised my head and breathed fire at him, he dodged and used his wand to secure the neck, rain, tail, and claw chains around my dragon body. As well as securing the body chain, which wrapped around my elongated body, keeping my wings folded together, unable to separate them I stood yanking them, attempting to pull them off the wall. I sighed in defeat, as I watched Lucius Malfoy strode into the distance. I transformed back to my human self, and curled into a warm ball to sleep.
