Disclaimer: From the wizarding world of Harry Potter, I would like to thank JK Rowling for unknowing letting me used her characters and the wizarding world in which she imagined. I own nothing of her characters, but from my petty fanfiction, I do own Mia and a few minor characters I have created. The character Lindsay is not of my creation but my friend who I played countless hours of Role play with. Enjoy the Story!
A sigh slipped from my lips as I sat back in her chair. Looking down I saw that I had three open books and papers in a pile with a bunch of writing. Setting down the pencil, I wrapped my brown hair in a messy bun, while reading one of my muggle books. For one of my classes, I had to write an essay on a Muggle children's book. I chose my favorite; Beauty and the Beast. It's been three and a half years since my brother read the book to me, and every year I find myself rereading the book.
'I wonder how things are going in Europe?' I wondered, pulling out the Daily Prophet from my backpack. It mostly talked about the Tri-Wizard tournament going on at Hogwarts.
'Hogwarts would be nice' I thought. I scanned the rest of the paper, checking if there was any more news about the Dark Mark that had been cast at the Quidditch World Cup, but found nothing. This whole matter, the Dark Mark and the Dark Lord, who was destroyed by a boy named Harry Potter, interested me a lot.
I heard some giggles and then a girly sigh not too far away. Probably some girls freaking out about Harry in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Girls around here seemed to buy the Daily Prophet just to read about Harry. I had only even heard of it recently, because the Dark Mark had caught my attention. On a side note, I should probably return the paper back to the girl I stole it from.
Turning the paper face up, I glanced at the front page again. The Third task will be taking place tomorrow. It was a good thing that no one has died. They had even raised the age limit, simply because it was that deadly of a game.
"Mia Morgan?" A girl questioned. I look over and saw the girl standing nervously.
"Yes?" I said.
"A note from the headmistress", the little girl said holding up a note. Looking down at the note and then back up at the little girl, I flashed a fake smile and took it from her hands.
"Thank you," I whispered and turned back to my books. Opening the note, I immediately recognized my mother's handwriting saying that I am going to be staying for summer break. It looked as though it had been sent for the Headmistress. Letting out a sigh I looked at the second page. It was a list of classes to take during the summer. It was a summer school program for teens who want to go to a muggle school during the real school year. Or if someone wanted extra help with their magic studies. In my case, my mother just didn't want to deal with me.
Closing the books, I dumped everything into my bag, and made my way to the library exit. On my way out, I crumpled the note and threw it in the trash bin. As I walked outside the library the cold winter air greeted me. I pulled my arms closer as I hurried off to my dorm rooms. There are four dorms altogether, and each dorm has two grades in each. I became lucky, because I had a dorm closest to the school and the library. Entering the dorm, I climbed up the stairs to the second level and walked down the hall until I came to the painting that held the room I stayed in. Already knowing who I was the painting greeted me warmly.
"How is Miss. Morgan doing today?" The painting asked.
"Found out I will be staying for Summer break. Oh, the fun I will have." I said sarcastically.
"Sorry to hear that sweetheart!" The painting said as it opened the door.
"Not like anyone at home cares," I mumbled miserably and walked through the door. Each room held about three people. Being one of the first ones here I had claimed the bed closest do the door. Throwing my things on the foot of the bed, I collapsed onto my bed. Closing my dark brown eyes, I soon fell into a deep sleep.
"How could they say he wants attention?" A girl, not too far from me, shouted.
"Oh my Merlin!
Look it says Harry knows Parseltongue!
This Draco kid is in the same year as Harry! I wonder if they are friends." One girl said lovingly, holding the paper close to her.
I was eating breakfast in the main hall, when my issue of the daily prophet landed by next bowl of cereal.
"If Harry is telling the truth about the feeling that You-Know-Who is coming back, do you think he will come to America?" I heard a young girl question.
I set down my spoon and grabbed the daily prophet quickly. I didn't think to lift the paper high enough, and since I was doing it so fast, the paper hit the rim of the bowl. The bowl fell over spilling cereal all over my uniform. I felt my cheeks warm up but tried to ignore the feeling of embarrassment.
"Merlin," I whispered as I heard a few snicker. I just ignored it and began wiping myself down with a napkin.
"Dude, she is wearing a pink bra!" A guy not too far away whispered gleefully. I didn't dare look to see who it was, because I already knew. It was Marcuse Gray, the guy I had a crush on since I started at school. I grabbed my sweatshirt and put in on before anymore eyes wandered over. Crimson red in the face, I grabbed my things and rushed out of the main hall.
"Why do I have to be such a klutz" I mumbled. After making my way back to the dorm and changing my clothes, I sat down to read the Daily Prophet. It was about Harry's scar and You-Know-Who's return.
"Are they that afraid of a name? Just use the word Voldemort!" I rolled my eyes. "Or better yet, use his former name Tom Riddle!"
I could not lie that wizards being this afraid of him, that they couldn't even use his real name, humored me.
"Harry isn't the only wizard disturbed and dangerous," I said finishing the article.
I sat in summer school class bored. I thought taking potions would be a fun way to spend part of my summer. Although, all we had done was review what I have done during the school year for the teens that go to Muggle School. An owl flew in the classroom and landed on the teacher's desk with a paper tied to its leg.
"Alright, please open your books to the Girding Potion, and list the entire place where you can find the ingredients on a piece of parchment." The teacher instructed. I opened my book. I slowly flipped through the pages looking for the correct potion.
"Miss Morgan, can you please head to the headmistress office." The teachers asked.
The entire class ooohed like I was in trouble. Just to prove I was not in trouble, which I was certain of, because I am one of the smart kids, I began to name off all the ingredients and where they can be found.
"Amelia Morgan, please." The teachers exclaimed.
"You're welcome, and have a wonderful day in potions," I said and exited the room. I let out a chuckle as I walked down the hall. I amused myself when I did things like that, but I refused to let anyone see how much I enjoyed it.
Arriving at the headmistress office, I walked in to find Clara, my mother, impatiently walking around the room. (Yes, I am going to stop calling my mother mom for she doesn't deserve it. I will just keep saying it to her face otherwise I might get punished and you will learn quickly what punishment entails.)
"Oh sweetie, I have missed you," Clara said hugging me. Her frizzy, curly hair was in my face. I noticed a few more grays since the last time we saw each other.
"Miss you too mom," I said dryly. "So what's this all about?"
"We are moving!" Clare said wide eyed. More wrinkles covered her face. I am guessing she picked up smoking again.
"Moving?" I asked as I looked over at the headmistress.
"Miss Morgan, you will no longer be enrolled in our school. We already sent your transcripts over sea." The Headmistress said, "You should have no problem finding a place there. You are one of the brightest students here."
"Overseas?" I questioned my mom.
"Worry about that later. For now, let's go. We need to finish packing the house." my mother said pulling me to the fireplace. Clara threw down the floo power, and I left in a green smoke.
Arriving at my house, I saw that everything was placed in a box. I stepped out of the fireplace waiting for my mother and moments later, Clara appears in the fireplace.
"Mom! Are you going to explain what's happening?" I exclaimed. I was freaking out. Clara walked out of the room, and up the stairs in the hallway. I followed her.
"We're moving!" Clara said in delight, "I am hoping it can all be done tonight, and with magic, I don't see why it wouldn't. I hope the house the Dark Lord given us is delightful. Typically he picks dark and-"
I interrupted her, "What Dark Lord?"
"Mia manners! Have I taught you nothing?" Clara turned to me when she was at the top of the stairs. "Crucio!"
I held on to the railing of the stairs as I fell to my knees hard. The pain caused me to curl up in a ball, making it worse than before. Finally I let out a scream, and Clara ended the spell. Sweat and tears fell down my face. My face was probably red from holding in all the pain. I let a breath out through my mouth, and my jaw did nothing but shake just like the rest of my body. People might think I would be used to the pain, since I have felt that curse for three years now, but it's worse every time it happens.
"Isn't this exciting?" Clara laughed, "Now clean up, Honey, they will be over any minute. Oh and before I forget, I might have broken a few things in your room. You know how sometimes my anger gets the best of me."
Clara walked down the hall to her room. Breathing heavily and gripping the rail, I stood up. It felt as though my legs were going to give out at any moment. I finished walking up the stairs and stumbled into my room. I leaned against the door frame in pain. Most of my things in the room were destroyed. I breathed deeply. Finally, after a couple of minutes, my legs stopped shaking, and I felt my strength return to them. I let out a sigh, walked into my bathroom, and turned on the cold water splashing it all over my face. Most of the pain was gone from my body by this time.
I dried off my face with a hanging towel. I heard Clara call, "Mia come down."
I exited my bathroom, and slowly walked down to the hall. I headed down the steps, this time quicker, almost like I was skipping down them, and stepped into the former living room.
"This must be your filthy half breed of a child," A man said as I walked through the door. I looked up sharply. The man's hair grew past his shoulders. His posture was graceful. My gaze fell on the others and by the looks of them; they have been in prison for a few years.
"She's my daughter, Malfoy. And never call her that. She just might be what the Dark Lord is looking for," Clara threatened pushing me to the fireplace. I looked at my mother bewildered.
'Might be what the Dark Lord is looking for?' I repeated in my head.
"Alright honey, you know what to do," my mother said, giving me a hand full of floo powder. "Say Malfoy's Mansion. Oh, you're so cute!" My mother pinched my cheek before she backed away. I threw down the powder, said exactly what Clara told me, and disappeared in the green smoke.
I coughed a few times from the smoke, before turning my gaze out of the chimney. What I found was completely unexpected. An incredibly cute guy leaned against the table with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"And you must be the half-blood. I am Draco. Draco Malfoy." He smiled and took his hand out of his pocket for a handshake.
'That name sounds familiar' I thought. I questioningly looked at his hand and chuckled quietly.
"It's Amelia to you. Call me Half-blood and don't expect an answer," I said and emphasized my name.
"Got it"
Moving past him, I looked around the room. It was a large dining room. 'Damn they're rich. Probably pureblood's then,' I thought as Draco let out a chuckle.
"Your accent is strange," he said.
"You don't get out much, do you?" I said, not interested in him or at least that's what I was trying to make it appear as. If I was honest, I was completely interested in him, but I can't have anything good come into my life, so I just pushed the interest away like an unwanted toy. Why would he be interested in me anyway?
"Smile more, and I might not call you Half-blood," Draco said. I turned around, and found Draco only a few inches away from me. This made my cheeks flush a deep, crimson red.
Showing a fake smile, I asked, "Happy?"
"Very much so," Draco answered. I swallowed hard, and took a step back. I turned around, as I found myself wanting to smile. A real smile, not like the fake ones I generally show people.
"I know where I heard your name, it was in the Daily Prophet," I finally realized as I turned around. I was a bit excited that I could finally place where I had heard the name. "You make yourself sound like you are a friend with Harry by the thing you said."
"Don't ever say I am friends with Scarface. Potter." Draco snapped. I backed off though I found the nickname scar-face funny.
"Scar-face? I bet he doesn't like that." I chuckled with a small smile. This time I didn't hide it, but nevertheless, just as quickly as it came; it disappeared back into my usual empty face as Clara burst through the chimney. Like an obedient child, I pushed past Draco and went over to Clara.
"Stay away from him," Clara said eyeing Draco like dead meat. I nodded quickly, being the compliant child I had to be. I didn't want too many punishments in one day. Mr. Malfoy came through the chimney and right away, walked off. Not even a glance towards his son or a greeting to him. Clara followed after, dragging me along. Her grip was hard and it would probably leave some bruises. I couldn't help but look at Draco when I passed by him. I could not read the expression on his face, but it wasn't happiness. When I had my hand free from Clara's grasp, I glanced behind to see if Draco was following and to my delight, he was. I took a half a step slower and found myself by Draco's side.
"What school do you go to here?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Hogwarts. Not the greatest if you want to learn real magic." Draco shrugged, "You know what school you are going to be attending?"
"Nope. And from the stories I hear in America, Hogwarts is the greatest school to go to in Europe." I said. I mentally noted of my accent changed slightly.
"Cute. You know you pick up on accents every well," Draco laughed. I blushed. I decided not to talk to him anymore, but that didn't stop me from taking glances at him.
"Take a picture, love, it will last longer that way," Draco smirked.
"Don't flatter yourself. The first glance I had of you was all I needed. There isn't much to see anyways". I quickened my pace slightly. My face was probably completely flushed, as I bit the bottom of my lip to hide my smile. As usual, I made myself look like an idiot in front of hot guys. Though at least it wasn't as bad as the pink bra episode.
Mr. Malfoy stopped on front of two large doors. A presence of evil and darkness seemed to pour out of the room. A presence that caused me to feel extremely uncomfortable. It didn't bother Mr. Malfoy though, because he walked right in the room.
"Mia,stay here. No trouble, please." Clara said. I gave Clara a fake smile along with a confident nod. With a slight hesitation, Clare walked over and opened the doors. She looked back at me before slipping in. I dropped my head and leaned against the wall across from the door.
"So half-blood, why does your mother praise? You seem like a normal witch." Draco asked me. I looked at Draco trying to figure out what he's talking about Clara praising me. Sure, Clara praises me about things like my magic, but I would be punished if I didn't pass with flying colors. The praises never last long anyways.
"I guess I am just that amazing at my studies," I said. Draco was about to reply to my comment, but the doors opened. Clara appeared and right away looked at me. Mr. Malfoy looked behind her with a disgusted look upon his face.
'Draco, leave." Mr. Malfoy snapped angrily. Draco nodded and walked away.
"Mia, come here," Clara said. I walked over to Clara. She smiled touching my face. "You just might have a killer headache in the morning."
And then Clara walked me into the room.