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!
Chapter 2 (edited)
I sat up quickly. My head pounded. I slowly opened my eyes, and was nearly blinded by the rising sun. Once I adjusted to the light, I glanced around the room. To my left, there was a big sliding door that led to a balcony. Above it was a smaller, half circle, stain glass window. There were boxes stacked in front of the door that had my name written on them. Must have been all of my belongings. Not like they would be that useful, as most were broken. As my gaze moved right, I found that the room was decorated with someone else's things. The door opened suddenly, as Clara stepped through with an enormous smile.
"You're awake! Good, we have to unpack everything. But first, we must paint this place. The last owners didn't know how to die, but gave Nagini an excellent hunt." Clara laughed, "This will be your room, so you can work on it first. If you need anything call for me".
Clara left the room, closing the door behind her. I swallowed hard, and brought my legs up to my chest. I already knew that I didn't like this place.
The door opened again, and Clara walked back in with her wand.
"Sorry honey, I forget to do something. Obliviate." Clara said sweetly. Everything about visiting the Malfoy's Mansion, and the killing of the people of this house, slowly left my mind. All the times I read about Tom Riddle and the Dark Mark vanished from my memory as well.
"Sorry Mom, what did you say?" I said, straightening out my legs.
"Just wanted to say that you should pack up everything that you don't want from the room. We might be able to get a good deal on it. But before you do that, we need to bring you to see the Headmaster at Hogwarts. Meet me downstairs in ten." Clara said, and exited the room. I slid off the bed.
"That is a definite keeper!" I remarked, and walked over to the box that said clothes. Grabbing a black plaid skirt, and a deep red blouse with a tied bow by the neck, I slipped out of the clothes I had worn yesterday, and put on the clean ones. Next, I dug out a pair of dark tights, and slipped them on as well. I found my hat sitting on top of all the clothes in the next box, and placed it on my head. Slipping on my converses by the bed, I hurried out of the room, and down the hall.
"Mia, where are you?" I heard Clara shout.
"I'm coming," I mumbled, rushing down the stairs not even looking at the new house. I could never see it as my home. It would always feel like a beautiful prison. Following Clara's voice, I found myself in a large living room.
"Wow. Is the rest of the house like this?" I asked.
"Yes sweetie, Now Hogwarts we go." Clara smiled, and pushed me into the fireplace. Gripping the floo powder, I threw it down and said the destination. I was gone in a Green smoke.
"She is gone Dark Lord. She shouldn't be back for a while." Clara said.
"And she knows nothing about me?" The Dark Lord questioned.
"Nothing at all. I will make sure she befriends Potter and his friends as well. She's always had a positive outlook on life, no matter how many times I hurt her, so it won't be difficult for her to be friends with them." Clara said bitterly.
"Good. If anything goes wrong, she won't have a mother." The Dark Lord threatened, before leaving. Clara closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, before stepping in the fireplace. She threw the floo powder down, and was gone in a puff of green smoke.
Exiting the fireplace, Clara looked at her daughter sitting in the chair in front of the Headmaster's fireplace.
"Sorry for being late. Shall we begin?" Clara said taking a seat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I stood in the middle of my new room, and looked upon everything that was laying there; making sure every little detail was perfect. It was even better than my last room that I had, because here there was a lot more space to place things, and it also had lovely furniture. I was excited to hear, that there would be extra rooms in the house for studying, making potions, and other things to help me with my studies.
Scratching on glass made my gaze shift toward the window. at first I didn't see anything, but then I noticed that close to the window was a balcony, and a snow white owl had perched herself on the edge of the balcony. Never observing an owl before, beside when my father had first left me, I ran to the balcony doors to let the owl in. The owl flew in, dropped a letter on the desk and perched itself on the chair. I ran over to the letter and picked it up. It was addressed to me, which made my heart race in excitement. I threw myself on my bed, and opened the letter. My eyes scanned the page.
It was mostly about being accepted to Hogwarts, and a hope for me to have a great year. I would be starting my 5th year at Hogwarts. There was also a list of things I needed to get, and instructions to meet with a professor on the train ride. They wrote a list of books for me to review in the areas that I hadn't scored perfectly on my tests.
"Mom!" I shouted, not taking my eyes off the paper. There was no answer from Clara. I slid off my bed and walked out of my room. I called out for Clara again, but still no answer. I found myself wandering down the stairs. I heard voices from the study. I opened the door and peeked inside the room. There was a group of people there. Mr. Malfoy stood among them.
"Mom," I said quietly. Clara turned to face me. A smile was on her face.
"Yes?" Clara asked.
"I wanted to let you know I was accepted into Hogwarts. I will be needing supplies, and to review some of the books that they thought I needed work on." I explained to Clara. Clara looked at the other Death Eaters before walking to the other side of the room, waving me over.
"Well honey, we won't be able to buy the books from the previous year, but you should be smart enough to know it" Clara whispered happily.
"But mom, there are books on here I-" I stopped myself, "Okay. I understand. Can I go and buy my supplies?"
Smiling, Clara, pulled out money and replied, "Of course honey. Now be a good little girl, and leave the room."
"Sorry for the interruption," I said and hung my head down in shame. I felt a small pouch of money in my hands as I looked over at the Death Eaters and with that, I hurried out of the room, and down the hall.
Hitting something, I fell to the ground. I looked up to find Draco standing there. I remembered meeting him at the formal dinner after Clara and I were back from visiting Hogwarts. I inhaled sharply and didn't let it go. He picked up the letter to Hogwarts.
"Looks like we will be going to school together." He said holding out his hand to me. I was unsure whether to take it or not, and then I finally decided to grab a hold of his hand. To my surprise, his hand was warm. He helped me up, before handing the letter over. I took a step away from him. I felt that I should leave. That if I stayed out with him, bad things would happen. On the other hand, my heart felt that he was good, and I could trust him.
Breaking the silence, Draco said, "You can find most your school supplies at Diagon Alley."
"Okay. That shouldn't be too hard." I said looking over the list.
"See you around," Draco mumbled walking off. I began to worry about multiple things, and wanted to hang out with Draco, so I could have some sort of friend. I was not too good at approaching others. I quickly called out "Wait."
Draco stopped, and turned to look at me.
"I don't know what I am doing, I mean where I am going." I paused, "Do you know how to get there at least."
"You've got a chimney right?" He questioned grinning. I nodded quickly.
"Well, there you go! You have a way to get there." Draco said and turned away.
"Can you come with me?" I asked.
"And why would I hang out with a Half-blood?" Draco questioned dryly. 'You have no reason at all.' I thought.
"Digon Alley. Got it." I said and stepped back, before walking down the hall to where the living room might be. As much as I wanted him to come with me, I knew it was only a fantasy.
"Thank you!" I said as I left Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Looking down the list, I let out a sigh. I was lost in the crowd of people. Not only was I 5 foot and everyone else much taller, I was now lost in a place that I have never been.
Catching a sign of a bookstore across the street, I stepped forward in a hurry before finding myself falling over. My things went flying everywhere, as my knees hit the hard stone walkway. I felt a shot of pain in my leg, but nothing that made me cry or scream. Instead, I hurried and tried to pick up all my things.
"Are you okay?" Someone asked, kneeling down next to me. I looked over at a girl and nodded my head. She began to help me gather my things and I stood up.
"You must be new around here." She said to me.
Letting out a laugh, I said, "Is it that obvious?"
"I was just on my way to buy school supplies, if you want you can join me." the brown haired girl offered. With a grin, I nodded.
"I am Hermione Granger. And you might be?" She said holding out her hand. I wiped my hands off as I said, "Mia. Mia Morgan. Pleasure to meet you." then I shook Hermione's hand. "Now where might I find a bookstore for these books?"
Agreeing on the bookstore to go to first, I tried making conversation with Hermione, "What school do you attend?"
"Hogwarts. You?" Hermione replied.
"I will be starting as a 5th year." I smiled. 'Hopefully another friend.' I thought.
"Do you know what house you're going to be in?" Hermione asked happily.
"No. I will figure that out on the train ride there. What house are you in?" I questioned. Hopefully, I could be sorted into that house. Then at least I would know somebody besides Draco, who was a Slytherin. Even if I was sorted into Slytherin, I didn't see Draco talking to me anymore then he did currently.
"Gryffindor. Though with everything that is happening, I don't know if Hogwarts is the place you want to go." Hermione said. She opened the door to the bookstore, and we both walked in.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Haven't you read the daily prophet? The first major report about it was with the Quidditch Wold Cup. Death Eater attacked that night." Hermione said then stopped. She looked as though she wanted to continue, but didn't know how to.
"I came from America. Unless we had a lot of money, we didn't receive the Daily Prophet. And America Prophet doesn't report on the same things, I am guessing." I said. Silence fell between us as she nodded.
"Hermione what is it?" I mumbled.
"It's nothing. Just something that a friend told me." Hermione said staring at the bookshelf.
"It's just Potter trying to become more famous that's all." A voice came from behind me. Both Hermione and I turn around, "Isn't that right, Granger."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione said. The atmosphere changed drastically. I looked at Draco, before looking back at Hermione. Not having any idea what was going on I tried to shrink away.
"I just have something for the Half-blood here," Draco said and turned to me. My eyes widened. I didn't understand what had just happened.
"Yeah?" I questioned.
"I don't see why I have to deal with this half-blood, " Draco mumbled as he grabbed something from his pocket, before holding out a bag. When I brought my hand up to grab it, he dropped it. It landed on the floor, and I heard the sound of metal hitting metal. It sounded like the bag was filled with money.
"And your mother said not to come home. Find an inn or something but whatever it is, you won't be going home tonight."
I didn't know what to say. Leaving a child at school for the summer, where they have a place to sleep and eat, is one thing. Throwing your child onto the streets, when she doesn't know anything about these parts, was an entirely different thing. I almost couldn't believe what Draco was telling me.
I kneeled down to pick up the money. 'Do not cry, Mia. Do not cry.' I repeated in my head. My hand gripped the bag tighter than what it needed t, but it was the only way I could hold the tears back. When I stood back up, Draco was gone. I looked over at Hermione and smiled.
"Malfoy was lying…right?" Hermione questioned.
"I have to go. It was nice meeting you Hermione. Hopefully, we can meet again soon." I said and hurried out of the bookstore.
I wasn't even looking to see where I was going, I just hurried off down the street, and as soon as I found a place to hide, I sat there letting the tears run down my face.