CHAPTER TEN

"Where are you going?" Heir Zabini asked, looking to Heir Malfoy as he stood up.

Heir Malfoy paused, "Going to look for Maya Potter, I need to ensure that she makes allies with the right sort of witches."

This had Malefic looking up from the book she had been reading. "Maya Potter?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side.

Heir Malfoy swallowed. "Yes, is there a problem?"

Malefic had to refrain from smirking, the fear the blonde heir had toward angering her was a satisfying sight. "Yes but if you wish to look for a witch that isn't amongst the living anymore then by all means, search for her."

Every eye in the compartment looked to her with startled expressions. "What do you mean 'a witch that isn't amongst the living anymore', the whole point of Maya Potter being the Girl-Who-Lived is that she's alive," Heir Zabini told her.

"Last I saw her she wasn't of this realm," Malefic stated.

Heir Zabini eyed her critically. "And how do you know this?"

Malefic looked back to her book. "I'm a death witch," she informed him.

The silence was thick, and Heir Malfoy looked as if he were choking on it if one saw how pale he had become upon that revelation. He gulped air again, this time looking as if he were swallowing a brick. "I'm going to go look for the dimwits, Father instructed me to look for them on the train."

He all but ran out once he'd stuttered out this statement.

"Dimwits?" Malefic questioned, not looking up from her book.

"Heirs Crabbe and Goyle, they're allies of the House of Malfoy and not the brightest Lumos among wands so they tend to trail behind the Malfoys," Heiress Greengrass responded.

Malefic nodded once to indicate that she had heard and understood.

Maya Potter, she thought idly as her eyes trailed over the words printed on the page.

It was interesting, the story of Maya Potter. The little red head with the bleeding arm that had been left on the doorstep of her birth mother's sister. Her life would've been a dull and torturous — and not the good kind — one, being raised by Muggles that despised abnormality and adored dull pastels.

And for a few days that had been her life. A baby that had been stuffed into a cupboard by a spiteful and hateful woman with a neck much too long for her body. And then They came.* The being who had walked into the dull house with an air of power and commanded respect.

"Take the brat!" The horse necked woman had cried out when the overwhelming presence had stood before her threateningly, demanding with a voice that was overlapped with screams and whispers for the baby that had been thrown under the staircase.

And with the babe in Their arms the being left the dull house, as well as Maya Potter's dreaded fate that would never come to be.

Maya Potter was then left on the doorstep of the Addams'.

And thus Maya Potter's story became Malefic Addams'.

This is Malefic's earliest memory. Not the event itself but the dreams she had of it for months on end in her youth.

"Lady Addams," Heir Nott said suddenly, snapping Malefic's attention back to the present. She looked to the heir and noticed that he had not re-opened the book that was on his lap.

"Heir Nott," she prompted that he continue.

He stayed silent for a moment then shifted. "I was wondering what Hogwarts house you wished to be apart of."

"Slytherin," she answered.

Heir Zabini looked to her. "Oh, why's that?"

"House of the cunning, the ambitious and those that never get caught. It seems slightly more bearable than the other houses," she explained offhandedly.

Miss Parkinson finally made her voice known for the first time. "Ravenclaw seems like it would be right up your alley," she said as if her words were meant to scathe Malefic in some way.

"Learning for the sake of learning has no appeal to me in anyway. Anyone that attempts to tell me a fact that I have no use for or is just guess work may get stabbed in the eye and I do so wish not to offend Magick in any way by harming her people. Ravenclaw would not last a week should I be placed there. Though," Malefic added eyeing Miss Parkinson, "some in Slytherin may ire just as much. What about you Heir Nott, what House do you wish to be apart of?" Malefic asked looking to the heir once again. Heir Nott hesitated. "Don't answer as to how you think I wish for you to answer, I asked you and I expect the truth," Malefic told him coolly.

"Either Slytherin or Ravenclaw, while I do have ambitions I am described to be quite curious which may fit the bill of either," Heir Nott responded.

Malefic nodded.

"I plan to ask for Hufflepuff to spite my step father!" Her Zabini announced.

"The newest one?" Heiress Greengrass asked him. "The one that's Scottish and holds a substantial amount of power in the Polish government?"

"That's the one," Heir Zabini nodded. "When he went to Hogwarts he was a Gryffindor and he has said a few choice words about the puffs, so much so that I just can't help but think that getting into Hufflepuff may just be the one last middle finger to the face that he needs."

"Don't screw up your entire Hogwarts career to spite a man that will be dead within two weeks, Blaise," Heiress Greengrass said clicking her tongue. "You're going to Slytherin and we all know it."

"Dead within two weeks?" Malefic asked.

Heir Zabini side eyed her for a bit. "My mother, I will not mention her real name, is the Black Widow."

Malefic stared at him for a long moment. "She is an vile, monstrous woman and you are very lucky to have been born to her."

Heir Zabini nodded, picking up that despite her odd way of saying it, Malefic was praising the woman who had birthed him. "I am aware."

Shortly after this exchange Heir Malfoy returned with two people that reminded Malefic somewhat of Pugsley. They remained silent when Heir Malfoy introduced them as Heir Crabbe and Heir Goyle which is where the resemblance to her brother stopped, Pugsley was never quiet lest he was planning an attack on Malefic or Wednesday.

Malefic gave them a considering look at this thought, perhaps there was more to their silence than what met the eye. She would keep an eye on them in the mean time, she knew better than to underestimate people.

As Heir Malfoy retook his seat and Heir Crabbe and Goyle claimed the last two seats (yes, the compartment had begun to feel rather cramped) Malefic returned to her book and for the rest of the ride no one spoke a word.

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LAST EDITED: 01/10/2022

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* This is Fate. They are a genderless being and will be written with They/Them pronouns.