The following morning the house was chaotic as Draco and Skylar tried to get Leshia organised in order for them to catch their train. Tally had dutifully accepted to come with the father and daughters to Hogwarts in order to aid them in their duties.
Draco hadn't actually asked her this favour, instead she had taken it upon herself, claiming that she could and would only ever serve the Malfoys.
The little Houself had already apparated ahead to Hogsmeade in order to get Draco's quarters – consisting of the office beside his classroom and a bedroom adjoining that – homely for his arrival.
Draco meanwhile stood at the bottom of the stairs with the three trunks and with Philly's (the name Phillius had in fact lasted a mere half an hour before the abridged name became standard practice) lead firmly clutched in his hand. Philly was a nightmare of a kitten, very much like his owner, he was constantly trying to get into mischief and so required a firm hold otherwise he'd be off in the flower pots, or trampling over the kitchen surfaces.
Citrine, Skylar's tawny owl, meanwhile, was also just like his owner. Calm and silent, most of the time, and really affectionate towards its owner.
Leshia was nowhere to be seen and Draco had been calling up to her for the last half an hour. Skylar had volunteered to see what the girl was upto, but it has been fifteen minutes since then and neither of the girls had come down.
"We won't be going anywhere unless you two shift it," Draco called up the stairs amusedly.
"Dad, calm down, we're here," Leshia's voice came and she sounded closer. "It's not like we have far to go, it's just up the road," the girl said and she flounced down the stairs looking peculiarly unlike herself.
"What have you done to yourself?" Draco asked accusingly. Leshia frowned at him, then looked back at Skylar who was just behind her.
"Nothing," Leshia finally replied and lifted her school satchel over her shoulder and took Philly's lead from her father's hand before trying to bustle out with the handle of her trunk in her other hand, but Draco was blocking her path.
"You're wearing make-up, aren't you?" he finally exclaimed in surprise.
"I thought we were in a hurry dad! Come on!" Leshia complained. "And anyway, Katie told me to do it, she said people would think I was cool. It's only this -" she looked back at her sister in confusion, "- what was the thing you applied on my cheeks?"
"A blusher," Skylar replied brusquely and stepped aside the two of them to step out of the door, ignoring Draco's betrayed look like a pro.
"That's the last time you take advice from Katie Potter, you understand? You're only eleven for goodness sake." Draco grumbled as he headed out with his trunk in hand too.
"Are we meeting Rachel and Katie at the station?" Leshia asked eagerly as they bustled up the road, though people of course turned to stare at the trunks, the tawny brown owl in a cage and the fluffy silver tabby on the lead.
"Couldn't apparition have been much better than this?" Skylar grumbled as she tried to keep up with her father's hurried pace.
"Could have splinched with this much load and stress," Draco replied shortly, his pace quickening even further when his eyes landed on the station.
They quickly found a trolley for their stuff and walked to the barrier.
"No we run through it?" Leshia asked Draco.
The man nodded. "We run through it."
Leshia was the first one to cross the barrier, then Skylar, and Draco was last.
It was a worried Leshia and a stag patronus standing tall beside her that Draco found on the other side.
"Fred and George found Skylie and helped her get on the train. Don't fret too much, ferret." Potter's voice echoed in Draco's ears as he helped Leshia with her trunk and dragged his own to the other end of the platform, getting on the train quickly to search for his elder daughter and look for any kind of injuries.
("The crowd was too much and it had dragged her far away from me," Leshia had informed him after he had asked how the sisters had got separated. He was more than glad that it was two of her most favourite Weasleys who had found Skylar.)
Leshia trailed up and down the aisle until finally she heard her name being yelled.
"Leesh!" Rachel's voice came and before Leshia realised what was going on she had been yanked inside a cabin that already housed Katie.
"Where have you been? We were scared you wouldn't make it," the raven-haired girl accused. Leshia frowned confusedly at the girl, before she shook her head as if to say they had bigger things on their mind.
"What? Look, I have something huge to tell you!" she exclaimed magnanimously, before she lifted Philly onto a seat so he wouldn't be squashed while she lifted her trunk (with the help of her friends) onto the luggage rack.
"Well go on then, tell us," Rachel urged once they'd retaken their seats.
"My dad is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Leshia explained with a wrinkled brow.
Since the night before she'd had time to truly digest her father's story and now, though still happy he was going to be there, she was concerned that all the plans they had made would be significantly more difficult with Draco about the place. He was legendary at catching her in the art of troublemaking. Katie and Rachel looked stunned.
"You're joking, right?" Rachel demanded with a wrinkled nose. Leshia shook her head.
"You're serious?" Katie asked.
"Cross my heart," Leshia insisted and the girls ebbed into silence.
"Wow, that's…weird," Rachel finally spoke, but then she smiled. "But still, good right? I mean, I bet you're happy." Leshia smiled fondly at her friend and nodded.
"Yeah I am, but still, part of me is worried." With this the conversation was disrupted by the train pulling out of the station and the girls waving like mad at Harry, Ginny, Ron and Lavender who had all turned out for the occasion. Afterwards, it did not resume.
"We're going to be in Gryffindor, for sure." Rachel suddenly exclaimed instead.
"With parents like ours, what could go wrong?" Katie said, but then suddenly thought better of it and glanced at Leshia. "I mean…" But Leshia was grinning.
"He's reformed isn't he?" She said cheerfully. "Besides, I'm practically a Weasley. I've spent so much time at the Burrow!" The other two laughed and nodded. "And as all Weasleys go into Gryffindor, they're thinking of renaming it Weasley, because in a few years, it's going to be crawling with redheads."
The others laughed even more and they playfully reached out and play-hit their friend.
It was a joke however, that had the potential to become a reality, in that already four Weasleys, Luke and Tom the sons of Bill and Charlie, and Amy and Sarah, the daughters of Fred and George, had places in the Gryffindor house. Following in their wake came the many dozens of little siblings, which would threaten to turn the house red should they all find places in the house.
The girls continued to ponder what houses they might end up in, occasionally being amused by kids that would walk past, and then do a double take when they recognised the children of some of the most famous witches and wizards around.
"I bet that's going to get real annoying," Leshia said after a while. The other two laughed but then all three looked to the door in shock. A tearful little girl had just opened the door.
"I've got a message from some kids up the aisle," she sniffed. The girls furrowed their brows before urging the girl to carry on. "They said that," the girl stuttered. "They said that if you set one foot in Hogwarts, they'll kill you!"
With that, the girl squeaked again and rushed out bawling. The girls looked back at one another in wonder.
"Oh this is ridiculous," Leshia finally exclaimed. "We can't have made enemies already! Let's go see who it is."
"No, Leesh!" Katie exclaimed. "We can't get in trouble already, what would your dad say?"
"Yeah, well think what he would say if he heard people were threatening us before we'd even stepped foot inside the castle?" She retorted with one raised eyebrow.
"Well, he'd tell them off," Katie said.
"Yeah, so why don't we tell him?" Rachel added. Leshia stared at her friends incredulously.
"Well I'm going to see who it is," she said simply and she got to her feet and waltzed out. Not wanting their ringleader to suffer alone, the other two followed her in a scramble and were soon following her up the aisle as she stopped at every cabin and asked, "Okay, so who has a problem with us?" Finally they found the right cabin and a very sly boy got to his feet.
"I do, you filthy traitor," he growled.
Leshia wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest, and her friends too gained their strength on being threatened as such. Leshia narrowed her eyes on him, she'd met his sort before.
"Aleshia Malfoy."
Leshia gasped, turning to look at the source of the voice and finding her sister with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a furious frown plastered on her face. A girl with curly blonde hair and green eyes was standing behind her, which was definitely not a Weasley.
Behind them was the tearful girl who had told them about the threats of the elder boy.
"Sky," Leshia let out a relieved smile, but it vanished as soon as she heard the sly boy's laugh.
"A Malfoy? Wonderful,"
Skylar looked as bored as ever as she turned her stare towards the boy, not looking even a bit phased or scared. That was what Leshia admired the most about her sister, how she never backed down from anything. A true Gryffindor. Just like their mother.
"We've got two Malfoys, one Potter, innumerable Weasleys and a Nott over here at Hogwarts." She let out a sickeningly sweet smile and nodded at the blonde girl over her shoulder. Whatever it was, the girl nodded back and walked away with the crying girl's hand clutched in hers. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Filthy blood traitor," the boy growled, making to lunge towards Skylar but the girl took out her wand from her pocket and twirled it between her hands, the sickeningly sweet smile still on her face.
"My mother used to be the Brightest Witch of her time, you know?" She asked rhetorically as she stepped forward. "It was a title everyone, even the Death Eaters, had acknowledged and I am sure you have heard of my father and how he locked up an evil wizard in Azkaban every other week. Imagine," the brunette was now standing in front of Leshia, acting as a barrier between her and the elder boy, "how powerful the children of these two would be, even when they are nothing but a pair of first years. They can even take down a seventh year, won't they, Leesh?"
Leshia, grinning ear to ear at the poorly concealed scared look on the boy's face, looked up at her sister. "Of course, they can." She agreed.
The smile on her sister's face vanished as she looked back at the boy.
"Listen here, you troll-faced part human," Skylar's voice was low and threatening and it sent shivers down Leshia's spine. "If you have the courage, try to harm my sister or any other child in front of the Professors. It would be only then that I will consider you having the courage to follow up with your ridiculous blood-purity ideas."
The boy sneered and tried to push Skylar back, but before he could do so, the girl had already stepped back with a smirk.
"What is going on here?" a very angry sounding voice came and within moments a tall boy had arrived on the scene. Behind him was Skylar's green-eyed companion.
He looked between the first years and the other boy, who was in the middle of lunging on them.
"Couldn't leave them alone for five minutes could you, Ashton? Well, that's detention for you and you'll miss the feast!" The boy barked.
"Hey, they came looking for me." this Ashton boy retorted.
"Only after you threatened us," Leshia bit back angrily.
"That's enough, go along, girls unless you want to be in trouble too. Malfoys, I'll be notifying your father immediately of your behaviour."
Skylar nodded and with a sarcastic smile thrown the sneering boy's face, followed Leshia and her friends to their compartment.
"You all won't mind if Marley joins us, right?" She asked, noticing the hesitating look of her new friend.
"Definitely not," Rachel replied with a shrug.
The girls chatted about this and that until the lunch cart came round.
"Marlene's compartment was the only one I found empty when I entered the train," Skylar informed the trio when Leshia asked her about her whereabouts.
Marlene Nott was a shy girl who stayed by Skylar's side the whole time and Leshia could see why her sister bonded with her so well. The two were almost alike and if the girl didn't know any better, she would've thought of them to be twin sisters.
"Our trunks and other things are still back in our compartment," Marlene spoke suddenly, standing up with a shy smile on her face which the other girls reciprocated enthusiastically. "I will go and look after them."
With that said, the girl practically dashed out of the compartment.
Soon after, a handsome face peered into the compartment, a relieved and happy smile forming on his face as his eyes landed on his two daughters.
"Dad," Leshia complained weakly, knowing why he had come.
"Are you in trouble already?" He asked, sounding amused. "Well, I expected that from you, but you, young lady…" his eyes narrowed playfully in Skylar's direction.
"Yeah, yeah, I almost gave your poor heart a long trauma, yada, yada," the girl said dismissively. "That guy was sprouting dungshit about killing first years when he can't even cast a simple Expelliarmus."
"And how must you know that?" Draco asked amusingly.
"My danger radar exposed his danger level to be almost non-existent."
"Well," Draco sighed the sigh of a man who has suffered too much. "As long as everything's okay." He said before heading up the train again.
"Your dad is so sweet," Katie said once the door had slid closed and they were digging into their food once more. Leshia shrugged. She knew she was loved and rarely complained about Draco, because he had always been a cool, relaxed sort of father – well except for the obsessive protectiveness, but that side rarely surfaced.
"He's okay, you know," Leshia said with a shrug. "As far as dads go." Her friends chuckled and got back to their food.
"It's my cue to depart," Skylar announced as the daylight grew dimmer. "I suggest you all put your robes on."
So making sure Philly stayed on the seats, they lifted down their heavy trunks and found their robes packed in varying shades of neatness ranging from pristine in Katie's case, to slovenly in Rachel's. They pulled them over their clothes and sat anxiously awaiting instruction as they pulled into a steamy station.
"Dad told me to leave him," Leshia sighed as she put a sleepy Philly back on his lead and tied him to her trunk. The kitten didn't seem to mind, but the girls felt very bad about leaving him.
"First years this way," a deep booming voice the children recognised was coming from the platform. With their worrying thoughts of Philly pushed away they raced out to see a tall figure looming over their fellow excited first years.
"Hagrid!" The three girls chorused and sprinted up to the half-giant, embracing him firmly.
"'Allo you lot," Hagrid greeted them cheerfully and he continued to probe them with questions of their respectful families ("I don' see Skyla'" he had asked in worry.
"She'll be out in a few minutes," Katie told him right when Skylar and Marlene stepped out of the train.) as he led the startled first years to a series of boats. At this point, he turned to the year group.
"Right, four per boat, hurry now," he told them and helped hold the nearest boat still while the girls clambered in. They were joined by Hagrid.
Leshia looked longingly at her sister's sad smile, who was about to join them, but had stopped after seeing Hagrid. She watched in envy as Skylar and Marlene sat in a boat together, polite conversation going on between them.
"Wow," Rachel finally let out appreciably, bringing Leshia's attention back to her friends. "Dad wasn't wrong, this place is great!"
The boats entered the underground network and soon stopped at a flight of stairs.
Skylar, along with Marlene, sidled up to the trio and together, they all walked to the doors leading to the Great Hall.
They were all too awed to notice that the portraits waved cheerily as they walked past and that a suit of armour followed them curiously for a while before losing interest and finding something better to do. Once they got inside the children broke into rushed whispers.
"Did you see that ghost?" one little girl was whispering to her new friend.
"And the pictures on the walls were all moving!" another boy was gasping. The trio, already used to the wizarding world as most were, simply stared around themselves appreciatively. They didn't have long to chat because soon a formidable looking woman walked in.
"Hello, children." she said firmly. "I am Professor McGonagall. Shortly you will be taken into the Great Hall where the other students are seated, and you will be sorted into one of the following four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Everyone should take this opportunity to make themselves look presentable, as you only get one chance at a first impression."
The children quickly struggled to straighten their robes and flatten their hair, before the stern looking woman threw open the doors and led the line of children through the crowded Great Hall. Leshia found herself near the front beside the shell-shocked boy she had met the other day in town. He seemed much more relaxed now he had had a few days to come to grips with everything.
"Hi," Leshia whispered with a grin.
"Hey," he replied in his foreign accent. "You were right," he added in a whisper as they walked down the aisle.
"About what?"
"Got my wand first go!" Leshia grinned at the boy and then looked ahead to see her father sitting beside a long-haired professor with a ghastly hooked nose.
Leshia knew this to be Severus Snape, a very unpleasant man she had encountered but a few times. He disliked her, she was sure of it, but then again, Snape seemed to dislike everybody. Draco had told the girl once that he hated the adoration he got from the community, which he earned when he resurrected Dumbledore and his part in the big plan at the end of the war was explained.
Draco was watching her and the boy with a stoical expression. Rodeo saw him at the same time as Leshia did and he froze a little bit with wide eyes.
"You didn't tell me he was a teacher."
"I didn't know till yesterday," Leshia replied apologetically, by which point they had reached the front of the Hall and she had to keep quiet.
There was an old, dusty, poorly patched up Hat sitting on a stool. The first years stared at it with utmost concentration, and gasped and muttered when it opened its ... mouth? … to sing.
The song slipped by in a haze, and the Sorting had started.
Despite herself, Leshia felt a little pang of glee when Holsson, Rodeo was sorted into Gryffindor. Finally, McGonagall reached Leshia, and she was the first of them to face the trial.
"Malfoy, Leshia," McGonagall read aloud. Leshia pushed away all the twittering that had started, smiled at her sister's quiet "best of luck", ignored Cole Ashton and his cronies' glares and even managed to turn a blind eye to Draco's intent gaze as she sat down and the hat was lowered onto her head.
For a moment there was nothing, but then…
"Ah, very interesting. I never thought I'd see another Malfoy enter this school after what happened to the last," a small voice came.
Leshia couldn't help it, but she got defensive at what appeared to be a jab at her father. So he'd been a bully, so what?
Of course, she couldn't know the hat's true meaning.
"Yeah, well, I'm here aren't I?" she bit back cockily.
"Definitely a Malfoy with all that cheek," the voice chuckled. "I ought to put you in Slytherin where the Malfoys feel at home…"
"No, not Slytherin! I want to be in Gryffindor," Leshia countered quickly, trying to repent for her cheek.
"You certainly have qualities that would be best suited for Slytherin," the hat countered.
"I'm not one of them," Leshia thought fiercely.
"You have your mother's qualities too, I see," the hat chuckled and Leshia felt a stab at this mention of Hermione. "And those qualities far outweigh your father's heritage. Very well, Gryffindor it is then."
"Gryffindor!" The hat called out and Leshia opened her eyes with a big smile as the Gryffindor table burst into cheers.
Luke, Tom, Sarah and Amy, the Weasley clan already in Gryffindor, cheered the loudest and as Leshia sat down she felt several hands pat her on the back.
"Well done," Sarah told jubilantly and they all fell silent again.
Leshia looked up to the main table and saw that Draco was giving her a small proud smile that could speak more than a thousand words. Dumbledore, too, was smiling happily at her. Leshia beamed back, her gaze going back to the centre of the Hall, where her sister was now putting on the Hat.
Leshia crossed her fingers under the table. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spied Draco leaning forward in part anxiousness and part interest.
The Hat stayed silent for a few moments before announcing a loud "Ravenclaw!" to the Hall.
Leshia sat stunned in her seat, watching in disbelief as her sister shakily put the Hat back on the stool and joined the clapping Ravenclaw table, where she was greeted with many handshakes and a few pats on her back.
It was being too much, but Leshia had been so sure that if not her, then Skylar would have surely been a Gryffindor. Her sister exuded Gryffindor courage and nobility with her every being then how could she be anything but Gryffindor?
Leshia looked at her father, who was smiling proudly in the direction of the Ravenclaw table then at her sister, whose happy smile slipped off the moment she observed Leshia's teary eyes.
The girl disappeared in a blur as the Ravenclaw table welcomed Marlene Nott into their house the same way they had welcomed Skylie.
'Don't cry,' Skylie mouthed. 'We'll be fine.' She then motioned for Leshia to look at her fingers, tapping the table in a pattern.
'I'll still love you and protect you the same.'
Leshia snorted and wiped her almost tears, tapping back the table.
'I'll hold on to you on that.'
Leshia cheered when Katie and Rachel were also sorted into Gryffindor. Reed, Ashley and White, Nicola were also sorted into Gryffindor and the girls noted that the small girl who had joined their boat transpired to be Nicola White. Rodeo and his new pal Parys Jackson were both sitting opposite the girls and soon a conversation struck up as the food materialised on their plates.
"I'm a Muggleborn," Rodeo explained to those not in the know – Leshia felt quite smug to have known this fact already. "My dad's a pro hockeyer and my mum's a model, so they're pretty relaxed most of the time anyhow."
"What's a hockeyer?" Leshia asked with a frown. Rodeo grinned.
"Ice hockey. It's a sport. I'll show it to you when the lake freezes over," he explained.
"Does it involve brooms?" Rachel asked conversationally. Rodeo's eyebrows raised so high they retreated above his dark ash blonde mop of hair.
"Brooms?" he finally managed and the girls filled him in on Quidditch. Parys, who was a half-blood, seemed fascinated with the sport and told them he wanted to play for the team.
"My mum never played though when she was at school," he said with a shrug.
"Oh yeah, you guys from long standing wizarding families then?" Rodeo asked curiously.
"Well," Rachel began. "We're both part Weasleys, they're about as far back as you can go. Well, along with the Malfoys, who Leshia and Skylar are from. Katie's dad's Harry Potter, that should say it all really. My mum's from a long family and Leshia's mum was the best witch of her day but like you, a Muggleborn." she explained.
Leshia looked a little withdrawn.
"Don't say 'was' like that," she finally said, trying to be light-hearted.
"I'm sorry?" Rodeo asked curiously.
"Well, my mum, she…" Leshia inhaled slowly. "She disappeared five years ago. I know she's not dead. So…just don't say... was."
"Sorry Leesh," Rachel said, sounding mortified with herself. Leshia shrugged.
"No harm done," she said and looked up at the table to see her dad in a merry conversation with Snape (if merry could possibly be the right word).
"So you really only found out yesterday that he's a teacher now?" Rodeo asked with a strange look.
"Yeah, he's going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," she replied and looked back at the muggle-born boy. Rodeo grinned.
"Right," he said and then frowned. "What's that?" The others laughed and they all got to know each other as the dinner went on.
Soon they couldn't eat any more and the food disappeared from their plates. Dumbledore stood up to make his usual quirky speech. The girls were fascinated by the old man, until finally he came to introduce Draco.
"Now then, we come to new introductions. I would like everyone to give a very warm welcome to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Draco Malfoy. He has kindly agreed to share his vast knowledge on the subject with you and I hope you will all make him feel most at home." The pupils in the school started to applaud loudly and Leshia was mortified when she noticed girls all around the hall nudging one another.
"Uh," she remarked suddenly.
"What?" Katie asked curiously.
"They all fancy my dad," Leshia complained, causing her friends to look at the girls in the older years. Leshia was not mistaken.
"Ugh yuck!" The cousins agreed. The children remained in good spirits while they sang the school song and then finally they were given leave to go to their new common rooms.
The Gryffindors filed after their house and up an intricate set of stairwells they were sure never to remember, until finally they reached a portrait of a very fat lady.
"Password?" she ordered.
"Goozeberry," the prefect who had led the way relayed and soon the painting swung away revealing the hole in the wall.
Everyone crammed in and went 'left' or 'right' depending on which way they were being ordered and soon they found a door with 'First Years' printed on it.
Leshia and the girls pushed forward and found themselves in a very comfortable dormitory. Their cases had been brought up, as had their pets and Leshia quickly rushed to her new bed to find Philly sleeping soundly, and empty bowl of cat milk at his side. The girls quickly changed into their pyjamas and then climbed into bed. Leshia pulled Philly into the crook of her arm and looked up at the draped ceiling of her bed.
"Goodnight guys," she barely managed before she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
On her first day of classes, Skylar woke to the sound of bustling. It took her a few minutes to gather her bearings and when she did, the memories of last night came crashing back to her.
She groaned and buried her head in her pillows. Ravenclaw. She was a bloody Ravenclaw.
Skylar remembered arguing with the Hat but it had been so insistent on putting her in Ravenclaw, that the girl had to resign at last.
"You are unaware of your full potential, my dear." The Hat had said. "Ravenclaw will more than help you find it."
Skylar did not consider herself intelligent but she knew this much that her bravery was not the Gryffindor bravery level. She knew she would never put her life in without a plan.
"You will find a lot of people like you in Ravenclaw, my dear." The Hat tried again and Skylar felt the thread of her resolve snap. She sighed and the Hat shouted "Ravenclaw!" to the Hall.
"Come on, Malfoy," Edna Polestar, one of her roommates, was saying. Skylar lifted her head from the pillow. "It's the first day of classes, we're not to be late."
Skylar took out her uniform and other necessary toiletries from her trunk before walking to the bathroom the first thing after waking up.
Her roommates were almost ready for the day when Skylar got out of the bathroom, clad in uniform and hair still dripping wet.
"Can someone pass me the hair tie?" Marlene asked while braiding her hair. Edna threw a multicoloured band her way. "Thanks."
"Your hair is wet, Skylar." Sarah Cornhill told Skylar, tying her shoes. "Tie them when they are dry."
Skylar nodded, feeling clueless about almost everything. Since she felt too lazy to disentangle her hair with a comb, she ran her fingers through them and went to put on her shoes and socks.
As you can already see, Skylar's roommates were great and very helpful.
By the time the elder Malfoy girl was ready, it was only Marlene in the dorm room, waiting for her while leaning against the wall.
"Let's go." Marlene opened the door and the two friends climbed down the stairs to the Common Room, a few of their seniors sitting around, here and there, while studying or chatting quietly with their friends.
A few of the Ravenclaws smiled and waved at them, prompting the two girls to reciprocate, albeit shyly, and scurry out of the common room.
The duo reached the Great Hall, thanks to the helpful paintings that helped them whenever they lost their way, which was a lot.
Skylar caught Leshia's gaze from the Gryffindor table and winked at her sister, laughing when the girl made a disgusted expression.
"I'll be back," she said to Marlene, Edna and Sarah, who were still eating their breakfast. The girls nodded at her.
As she moved towards the Gryffindor table, Skylar felt an itch on the back of her head, and turned around to find Cole Ashton and his cronies glaring at her. She rolled her eyes at them and continued her journey until she was sitting in front of her sister.
"Good morning, everyone!" Skylar chirped happily.
"And what is an eagle doing among us lions?" Luke leaned over the table and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
Leshia threw a grape at the boy. "She is my sister, you dork." She then turned to the said sister and asked, "How's life been up at the eagle's nest so far?"
"As good as it's at the lion's den," Skylar shrugged, looking up at the High Table at her father, who looked immersed in the Daily Prophet while stirring his coffee with one hand, and snorted. "I don't know why, but I thought that some of his routine would change at Hogwarts."
"We all thought you would be a Gryffindor, you know." Katie interrupted and Skylar's gaze moved towards the green-eyed girl.
"Oh, that's so nice of you all," Skylar smiled awkwardly. "But I don't feel very brave," was left unsaid.
Someone cleared their throat and the girls looked up to see Professor McGonagall looking at them with a barely there smile.
"You seem to be lost, Ms Malfoy," she said to Skylar as she handed out schedules to the Gryffindors.
"I am here just to meet my sister, Professor." The elder Malfoy girl replied, giving her Professor a smile. "That isn't against the rules, right?"
"Definitely not," the stern Professor gave her new student a rare, full smile and walked further down the table, not before throwing a, "I'll expect you to be right on time for your first class with me today, Miss Malfoy."
"Surely, Professor!" Skylar called cheerily.
"I never thought Professor McGongall was able to smile," it was the boy who Leshia was talking to during Sorting that spoke. He smiled at Skylar and offered his hand for a handshake. "Rodeo."
"Skylar Malfoy." Skylar smiled back, taking the offered hand.
"Oh look, we've got Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing," Rachel said cheerfully. Leshia looked at her own timetable quickly.
"Oh yeah," she said, sounding less happy about this. Skylar raised her eyebrows at the tone but left it at that, going back to her own House's Table.
Marlene put a piece of parchment in front of Skylar as the girl sat on her previous spot.
"Transfiguration first," Edna informed no one in particular, staring down at her schedule.
"DADA is the last class of the day," Skylar observed aloud.
"Wouldn't you be excited for it?" Sarah asked, looking over Edna's shoulder to speak to Skylar. "It's your Dad teaching, after all."
"Honestly," the girl bit her lip, thinking, then shrugged. "I feel neutral as of now. Anyways," Skylar stood up from her seat and shouldered her bag, "we should head out now. Professor McGonagall doesn't want us - or maybe me - to be late on the first day."
Marlene was the only one who followed her out of the Hall as both Edna and Sarah were still eating breakfast.
It took the girls almost fifteen minutes to reach the Transfiguration classroom. A few Hufflepuffs were already sitting there and by the time Skylar and Marlene had found the perfect seat for the class, others had also started to arrive.
Skylar was practically shaking in excitement when Professor McGonagall walked in. She had heard so many stories about the woman from the Weasleys and Harry, and to be a student of this spectacular woman was a dream that was now coming true.
"Good morning, children." The Professor's voice was booming and everyone fell silent at once. "I'm Minerva McGonagall, your Transfigurations Professor. This is a branch of magic that helps you, of course, to transfigure the shape and size of an object into something of your choice."
Her wand appeared out of nowhere and she tapped a goblet with it. The children watched in awe as the utensil turned into a rat and scurried away.
"Remember to have the clear image, precise wand movement and the correct pronunciation of the spell while you transfigure something. I am handing each of you a rat, and I expect the majority of them to be transfigured into a goblet by the end of the class."
Marlene was the first one to get the perfect gold goblet.
"Excellent, Ms Nott." McGonagall praised as she inspected the goblet closely. "It's the perfect shape, keep it up. Mr Nott and Ms Lovegood were one of the best students of their time and I hope you keep up to that."
After ten tries and five minutes before the end of the class, Skylar finally got a goblet she deemed perfect.
"Miss Granger would have been immensely proud of you, my child." Professor McGonagall smiled at Skylar and went to another student asking for help, leaving a shyly smiling brunette behind her.
Potions was next and thankfully, they had this class with Gryffindors.
"Five inches long essay on Basics of Transfiguration?" Marlene asked with disbelief as they walked inside the dreary looking Potions classroom. "Isn't that a bit too long?"
"It is." Skylar countered. "At Least we've got four days till the deadline."
The Gryffindors entered, filling the room with loud chatter.
Leshia's face, which was stormy and furious not even a moment ago, lit up as she spotted her sister.
"You won't believe what Dad did today!" She complained loudly as she sat on the seat beside her sister's.
Skylar and Marlene exchanged a look of amusement and the former turned towards her sister with an amused smirk and a raised eyebrow.
And Leshia fell into a tirade of complaints, not even glancing at her friends when they entered the class and took their seats near her. As the girl spoke further, her elder sister's eyebrows raised further, disappearing into her hairline.
She exchanged looks with Rachel and Katie over Leshia's head, but the girls rolled their eyes and shook their heads tiredly.
Thankfully, Professor Snape entered the class right after Leshia had finished her tirade, saving the elder Malfoy sibling from answering her sister's hopeful gaze of 'Dad was the wrong one, right?'
Potions turned out more disastrous than Defence Against the Dark Arts for Leshia, as Snape seemed to hate Gryffindors and especially Katie and Rachel due to their parents. He accused Leshia of being a know-it-all like her mother when she answered a question to help Nicola who was struggling and once more fell silent and into belligerent mode.
"Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered and walked away, leaving behind a pair of gaping Malfoy siblings and their friends.
"But sir-" Marlene tried to protest but Snape shut her up with a glare before she could utter another word.
"You keep your mouth shut if you don't want points taken from Ravenclaw too, Ms Nott."
"Dad wasn't exaggerating about Snape," Marlene muttered under her breath as she furiously inserted her books inside her bag and walked beside the Gryffindor trio and her Ravenclaw friend. "Who the hell does he think he is taking ten bleeding points from a house in one go?"
"In one go, at that." Rachel added, equally as frustrated.
It was break and the girls made their way out to the sunny grounds. They'd just sat down when an owl suddenly landed on Skylar's shoulder, it had a note tied to its leg.
"A letter on the first day?" Katie asked as Skylar curiously unfolded it. A smile grew on her face as she read it. She then passed it to her sister.
Leshia read the letter aloud for the other girls to hear:
Stop being such a baby, you told me you didn't want me to treat you differently to anyone else so that's what I did. Next time you'd better speak or I'm going to change tack and call you sweetheart while showing everyone the baby photos which don't have Skylar in them! It would be a pain to find those photos, but it would be worth it in the end.
Love, dad. Oh sorry…I mean...
From: Professor Malfoy
P.S. You and your sister are to meet me at my office after dinner. I don't seem to remember packing a pink T-shirt in my trunk, nor some tiny shorts – I tried them on, they're definitely not mine – I can only assume Tally's going mad. Unless you want me to wear them on Wednesday, I'd come get them.
"I don't possess tiny shorts," Skylar declared as soon as Leshia finished reading the letter. Leshia plucked out some grass and threw it on her sister's face.
"Oh please keep quiet next time, I'd love to see those pictures!" Katie laughed.
"Yeah, me too!" Rachel piped up.
Leshia laughed, her sour mood vanishing in minutes and Skylar smiled observing her reaction. Everything was well for now.
Charms and History of Magic with Slytherins went by smoothly for Skylar. It wasn't a shock for everyone when the whole class busied themselves with their own works while Professor Binns droned on and on about - whatever it was, no one had a clue.
Marlene and Skylar had decided to start on with their Transfiguration homework at that time, but they had spent most of the time doodling and giggling and were very sad when the History class was over.
But the sadness lasted only for a few seconds before Skylar was reminded what class it was now. Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The girl squealed as she got out of the History classroom and clutching a disgruntled Marlene's wrist, she practically flew her way to the DADA classroom.
"Never -" Marlene fell on her knees and clutched the side of her stomach, face scrunching up in pain, "never - grab my hand - and run - run like that."
Skylar just shrugged and smiled apologetically at her friend, helping her get up after she had regained her breath.
The doors of the DADA classroom opened right at that moment and the boy who had threatened them the last day stepped out, sneering when his eyes landed on Marlene and Skylar.
Skylar rolled her eyes and stepped past him - well, atleast, tried to, as the boy stepped wherever she stepped next. Tired, the girl glared up at him. "Let me pass, Ashton."
Ashton put a hand over his heart and in a mocking voice, said, "Aww, a little firstie scared me."
"We're getting late, Ashton." Marlene's voice was determined. "Let us go."
"Look at the courageous daughter of a coward and a loony!" Ashton's friends laughed cruelly along with him. "Say, girl, how is your younger half-mutt brother doing?"
"Shut your trap, Ashton." Skylar's voice was beyond furious. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sarah and Amy Weasley trying to step in, but the girl instantly shook her head. She can fight for herself.
"Careful, Malfoy." The elder boy suddenly inched closer to her, towering over her. Marlene tugged Skylar back. "We wouldn't want your remaining family members to disappear like your mother, would we?"
"He is trying to get a rise out of you, Malfoy," Marlene whispered in her ears. "Don't play into his game, or the loss would be very bad."
Skylar gritted her teeth, trying to clear her brain. Anger had never done anyone any good.
"Honestly, Ashton," she decided to reply in an uninterested voice, "I would love to have as much free time as you, even as a first year. But sadly, I don't. Unlike you, I have a class to attend, not gather personal information on literally everyone who comes into my radar. So, if you'll please step aside and let me, and my other classmates in."
She ended her speech with a sarcastic smile, which she hoped wasn't much obvious, but it was, seeing how Ashton's face curled up into an even ugly sneer and he grabbed the back of her hair in his fist, raising his other hand with an enclosed fist.
Sarah, Amy, some other Gryffindors and Marlene made to lunge for him as Skylar fought to get out of his grip, but the boy didn't budge.
"You filthy little half mudblood -"
"What is all this commotion about?"
The voice boomed throughout the corridor and the crowd parted into two, making way for Draco. The man's expression grew furious as he registered the position his daughter was in.
The painful grip on her hair slackened and Ashton stepped back, but he and Skylar were still glaring at her.
Draco's furious graze roved over the crowd once, before he pointed at a random Hufflepuff first year. "You. Tell me what happened here."
Apparently, the Hufflepuff had been there since the start of the argument and he recounted the whole tale while stammering. Skylar, swear to Merlin, had never seen her father this furious before.
Okay, maybe it was once before, but the memory of that time was hazy.
Draco's eyes glinted dangerously as the Hufflepuff finished his tale. In a swift move, Ashton was hanging upside down in the air and Draco's wand was pointed at him.
"First of all, Mr Ashton," the professor gritted out with barely concealed anger, "you have no business sprouting out about someone's family, and secondly," his eyes flashed dangerously, "the disappearance of Malfoy family shall certainly not concern you in any way and the use of slurs and physical violence is strictly prohibited."
He spun the boy around in a circle, ignoring his terrified screams. Skylar spied several people giggling. Amy winked at her.
After he thought the punishment was enough, Draco put the boy down with a satisfied smirk.
"Talk and treat that way anyone ever again, Mr Ashton," he warned and Ashton gulped, scrambling up to get out of the corridor as soon as possible, "and the lesson would be worse."
Skylar chuckled as she watched the Slytherin run away, his cronies following behind him hurriedly. Soon, the corridor was empty except for the first year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
"Miss Malfoy," Draco called, all the anger gone from his voice and looked down tenderly at his daughter. "Are you alright?"
"I am fine, Professor." Skylar chirped happily. "No harm done."
The doubt in Draco's eyes stayed but he nodded slowly. He then eyed the students and announced, "No one enters this room until every shirt is tucked in."
The students hurriedly checked their shirts and tucked it when they found it hanging. The Professor nodded in approval then led the students inside.
Skylar and Marlene took the frontmost seat.
"You sure you're alright?" Marlene whispered in Skylar's ear. The brunette nodded and smiled charmingly.
"Miss Nott," the two girls flinched violently in their seats, making Draco look at them in amusement. "I expect complete silence in my class, and that goes for all of you. Is that understood?"
The class, as instructed, stayed silent.
"Except when I ask you questions," Draco added, rolling his eyes.
"Understood, sir." The whole class chorused, Skylar's voice being the loudest and the most cheeky.
"Who can tell me why it is important to learn about the Dark Arts?" Draco asked, and eyed all the hands that shot up in the air.
"Miss Nott," Draco said, urging her with a wave of his hand.
"For a person to be able to recognise them and defend themselves or others from the curses or after-effects of a dark spell." Marlene answered.
"An excellent answer," Draco said matter-of-factly. "Five points for Ravenclaw. And what do you think I'll be teaching you on this course?"
He continued to probe the class with questions, and was quite happy with the calibre of this group. He pointedly ignored the most excited hand to pick out for answers, enjoying the annoyed frown on his eldest's pretty face. He had something else in store for her, anyway.
"And lastly, the most important question, what do you think are Dark Arts?" He asked.
This time, a few hands rose, and Draco called Skylar for the answer.
"A branch of magic that harms someone grievously," Skylar answered.
Draco's eyebrows rose high. "Is that it?"
Skylar raised an unamused eyebrow in retaliation. "I answered what I think of the Dark Arts, Professor."
"Very well, Miss Malfoy." The blonde man nodded, hiding his smile. Hermione's daughter through and through.
"Before we next meet, I want everyone to read up on the basic principles of curses and counter curses so that we might start practising a few on Wednesday." He announced, dismissing the class. "Miss Malfoy," he called. Skylar stopped in her tracks and looked back at Draco with a confused expression. "A word."
Skylar nodded at Marlene to go ahead and walked back to her father, not forgetting to close the doors of the classroom.
Draco engulfed her in a hug as soon as she stood in front of him. He ran his rang-free hand through her hair, finding an all familiar bump on the side of her head and nothing else.
"He didn't hurt you, right?"
Skylar's whole body shook with laughter and she patted Draco's back in reassurance. "I am more than fine, Dad. You came at the right time."
Draco's whole body relaxed and he broke the hug, keeping the girl at an arm's length and scanning her for any visible injuries. When he found none, he dropped his hands from her shoulders. "I am sorry I can't come sooner. A few Slytherins had caught me up with doubts regarding the class."
"It's fine, Dad." Skylar smiled and squeezed one of Draco's hands. "Really."
The blonde man sighed and let go of the topic.
"By the way, congratulations on being in a House filled with smart people." He smiled, flicking her nose.
The girl sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "When you don't feel smart and wise but the old, wise hat insists on you being a Ravenclaw."
Draco's laugh echoed around the room. "You know, the old, wise hat, as you say, wanted to sort your mother into Ravenclaw, too and she had wondered how it would've been in Ravenclaw."
The father watched as his daughter's whole being lit up at that small bit of information.
"Really?" Skylar almost screeched. There were a few tears gathering in her eyes and Draco wiped them away before they could fall on her cheeks.
"You're living in that alternative universe for her, my love." The father said. "Live it to the fullest, for yourself and for her."
Dinner was a quiet affair until a furious Aleshia Malfoy plopped down in front of her sister at the Ravenclaw table.
"The audacity of that pea-brained, monkey-mouthed snake!" She took the nearest fork and stabbed Skylar's untouched meat. "How dare he hurt my sister!"
It was a good thing that the elder Ravenclaws were busy in the library, or else Leshia would have been hexed by them for ruining their peaceful dinner.
Skylar eyed the stabbed meat in her plate, then back at her fuming sister. She took a knife and cut a bite around the stabbed portion, then fed it to her sister, ignoring the deadly glare being sent her way.
"You could have asked me for a bite like a civil person instead of stabbing the meat, you know." Skylar pointed out, smiling at Edna who put some sweets on her plate. "Anyway, Dad dealt with him and that's enough for me." She shrugged. "Sweets?"
Leshia picked up a piece of the offered sweet from Skylar's plate. "Are you sure you don't want revenge or something?"
A fifth-year haggard looking Ravenclaw plopped down beside Leshia and started serving food for himself.
"Your sister can fight her own battles, Malfoy." He mumbled tiredly, but his voice and words were well-heard to them. "Anyways, she is a Ravenclaw; smart and witty. Taking revenge is more of a Slytherin thing."
A contemplative look took over Leshia's face. Skylar knew her sister wasn't convinced.
"I don't want revenge against that boy, Leesh." She said, then turned to Marlene. "Do you want that, Marley? He dragged your family in it too."
Marlene looked shocked at being mentioned, then she shook her head.
"He definitely wants a rise out of us," the blonde Ravenclaw girl pointed out. "And taking revenge would be a dish served on a golden platter for him."
"I agree," the fifth year Slytherin hummed and the Malfoy siblings and Marlene looked at him with their eyes narrowed. He shrugged and continued with his food. "He is a Slytherin and Slytherins look for the opportunity to destroy their opponents, and revenge, obviously would
d be that opportunity and he would lunge on it, grabbing on it with his fangs."
The girls eyed each other and shook their heads in unison.
"I am going to meet Dad, do you wanna come with me?" Leshia asked as she stood up.
"We already had our share of talk," Skylar replied. "And I feel a headache coming, so I would rather go and rest on my bed."
Leshia nodded and left the table with a "take care" to her sister.
She knocked the door to the DADA classroom.
"Come in," Draco's genial voice came and Leshia pushed the door open to find he wasn't alone. Snape was with him and they were having a drink, obviously reliving old times.
Leshia went slightly white-faced seeing Snape and nearly glared at him.
"Leshia," Draco cheered genuinely. "What are you doing knocking, you don't have to knock!"
Leshia shrugged and ambled over to them, walking round the side of the desk and leaning against her father still staring at the Potions Master.
"I got your note," she finally said when no one spoke and she looked at her father.
"Really? What did it say, I got some of my seventh years to write it," he said with all seriousness.
Leshia grinned at him despite Snape's presence.
"Liar," she laughed.
Draco shrugged and reached into a drawer retrieving some clothes that had obviously not belonged in his trunk. He indicated the small shorts on top of the pile.
Leshia's gaze fell on Snape, who looked like having no intent of moving any time soon. She felt stung by this, she had wanted to catch up with Draco and tell him everything, but Snape made this difficult.
"I'd better get to bed," she said softly and looked back at Draco. She saw his left eyebrow dip for a split second in concern, but then he smiled gently.
"You talked to Skylar?" He asked softly and when Leshia nodded, he bid her a soft, "Goodnight, little one." and squeezed her neck comfortingly before she nodded to Snape.
"Goodnight, Professor." she said coldly before rushing to the door. Once there she turned and saw both men watching her, so she quickly left and shut the door. She didn't stop hurrying until she reached her dormitory where she dumped her clothes in her open trunk and changed.
"You seem rattled," a sleepy Katie observed over an open copy of some quidditch book. Leshia shrugged.
"I don't like Snape," she said and she dropped down between her friends on Rachel's bed and pulled Philly towards her.
"Well, who does? But what's he got to do with rattles?" Rachel asked sleepily and she just about managed to open one eye as she asked.
"He was down there talking to dad," Leshia replied and she told her friends all about it.
"He's just being creepy," Katie said wisely. "Hey look, they're a new racing broom coming out in the Flash series!"
This captured the other two's imagination and they soon were enveloped in quidditch stories. An hour later when everyone was sleepy once more everyone in the room screamed. The reason for their scream had been the flash of light and the loud crack and soon afterwards Tally appeared.
"Tally," Leshia panted. "My dad's house-elf," she told the others quickly. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, wheeling on the now smartly dressed Tally.
"Tally's been sent by master to deliver Miss Malfoy something," Tally explained.
Leshia looked Tally wearily up and down.
"Well, what is it? I don't see anything," she said, looking worried that the house-elf was going mad.
Suddenly, Tally lunged at her and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
"Tally!" Leshia cried and wiped her cheek as her friends reeled with laughter.
"Tally has fulfilled her task," the house-elf said formally before stepping back and disappearing again.
Leshia blushed crimson and yet felt a little pleased, before she climbed into bed, Philly falling about her sleepily.
"Your dad is so sweet," Katie repeated herself and she rolled over too.
"Night, guys," Leshia whispered and she fell asleep dreaming of quidditch glory.
The next morning Skylar woke up to no headache and no bustling dorm rooms. She yawned as she walked towards the bathroom to do her morning routine. When she came back, Marlene was staring out of the window of their room and Edna and Sarah were still soundly sleeping.
"'Morning," Marlene said without looking back. Skylar stood beside her, staring out into the rising sun, breathing in the cold, fresh air.
The girls stood there in comfortable silence before Marlene decided to break it.
"My grandfather used to be a well-known Death Eater; one of the Inner Circles." she said softly. "He tried to get my dad marked, you know? But dad declined and ran away. Grandfather was furious and even after he died, his minions still endanger our family."
The girl took in a deep, shaky breath and Skylar scooted closer to her and took her hand. Marlene's gaze dropped towards their joined hands.
"A few years back, my family was picnicking out on the grounds of the Manor dad had inherited from his mother. It was unknown to grandfather, you know, so dad thought we were in no danger. He was proven wrong, though. A werewolf attacked my brother that day and bit him, leaving him there. 'It is a punishment worse than death,' he had said to my dad."
A tear dropped on their joined hands and Skylar squeezed Marlene's hand tightly. She had no idea if the girl would like to be hugged or not.
"There is no cure to Lycanthropy, Skylie." The girl continued in a soft whisper. "And even wolfsbane doesn't do much. It doesn't vanish the pain my brother goes through while he turns every full moon. All my parents see is their kid in pain but my brother? He moves away when they try to come near him, says he will hurt them, considers himself a monster."
"But he is just a kid," Skylar finished for her. Her heart yearned for a small boy, all locked up in a place, going through the infinite pain of turning into a part-animal while his family stayed outside the door, crying into each other's arms as they heard their youngest member crying in pain.
Skylar let Marlene cry for a while and patted the blonde's shoulder comfortingly. By the time Edna and Sarah woke up, the girls were getting ready for the day.
"You two could have woke us up," Edna grumbled as she got out of her bed.
"And face your wrath for waking you up at an ungodly hour?" Marlene said, looking at the girl from the mirror. "I committed that mistake yesterday and that was enough for me."
Skylar giggled at that.
"The elves already cleaned your beds?" Sarah asked as she stretched her limbs.
"Skylie did," Marlene replied, braiding her hair. "She was the one who cleaned our beds yesterday, too, you know."
Edna and Sarah gaped at a sheepish looking Skylar.
"I have no idea whether the elves love you or hate you for this," Edna muttered, walking towards the bathroom.
"Tally, my dad's house-elf, loathed me for this," Skylar replied with a laugh. "It's a habit I developed growing up, it's nothing big." she shrugged and picked up her bag. "I am going early to take updates from the little midget."
Skylar left the room to a chorus of "see you soon".
"I think we should get a house-elf to kiss Leshia more often. Look how funny she gets," Katie laughed.
Skylar's eyebrows rose in amusement and she sat beside the Potter girl, smiling politely at her in greeting.
"What's this about my sister kissing a house-elf?" She asked as she piled up some fruits on her plate.
"It was Tally," Leshia replied. "Dad sent her 'cause I forgot to give him a goodnight kiss." She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, does he really expect me to give him a kiss with Snape there?"
Skylar laughed at her sister's annoyed tone.
"It's a good thing I never did that," she said, referring to the goodnight kiss thing.
"Yes, yes, cause physical affection doesn't suit you and the sound of lips meeting skin irks you," Leshia said and rolled her eyes.
Everyone suddenly turned to see the post arriving.
Leshia and Skylar weren't holding out for much, because with Draco at school and their grandparent's dead, there wasn't anyone who would write to them, but to their utmost surprise, a white owl landed at Leshia's plate with a letter attached.
She took the letter and stared at it in confusion.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Katie asked, sounding amused.
"Love letter from Tally maybe?" Rachel added. Leshia grinned and flicked a pea at the latter, before turning over the letter and tearing it open. With a piece of toast in one hand and the letter in the other, she started to read:
Dear Leshia and Skylar,
I don't know what made me do it, but this morning I suddenly had the urge to write to you two, even though I don't know why. I don't know you and you don't know me, and yet your names and Hogwarts keep setting off alarm bells so I thought I'd try. My name is Aleshia and my middle name is Skylar and I live in South America… I'm not sure what else to tell you two… except that… somehow I know we have met before. If I could find out more about you two, it would help. Perhaps you could tell me something about where you grew up.
It would help more than you know.
I have no recollection of where I grew up or where I'm from. I suffered severe amnesia… and yesterday this memory came to me. 'Leshia and Skylar must be at Hogwarts'…I don't know what it means.
I'm sorry if I have frightened you.
Please respond.
Yours sincerely,
Aleshia Skylar Westcoast.
"Who's Leshia Westcoast?" Rachel asked simply as she glanced at the letter.
Leshia shrugged.
Skylar held out her hand and Leshia passed her the letter. The elder girl read it quickly, giving it to Katie, who gave it to Rachel to read after reading it herself.
"It's weird," Skylar commented when Rachel completed reading the letter. "A stranger having our names as their name and getting a random memory that we should be at Hogwarts now…"
"And she has no memory of her past, too." Katie added, glancing at Skylar out of the corner of her eyes.
The girl knew what the glance meant, but she was not going to entertain the thought at any cost.
For herself and for her family.
Thanj you for reading. I hope you all liked it!
A reminder that this series originally belongs to Charlotte1 and I have just tweaked it a bit (or a lot)