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Chapter 1 : The Forgotten Malfoy
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"There isn't a "but" in this conversation! You are not attending Hogwarts this year!" He hollered back.
"I'm eleven years old!! And Draco can go? That isn't fair!!! Mom?" I glanced over at my mother. She was sitting on the couch doing a whole lot of nothing. "Mom! How can you let him do this? How can you let him send my twin brother off to Hogwarts but not me?" Still she sat, acting like she couldn't hear my father and I yelping at each other.
All of a sudden father grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
"Listen!!! You're NOT going to Hogwarts and that is that!!"
I felt my eyes well up with tears. I jerked out of his grasp and dashed upstairs to my room. I closed and locked the door and plunged onto my bed. Tears leaked continuously out of my eyes. I don't remember anything much after that. I think I fell asleep but I'm not positively sure.
In the middle of the night I woke up suddenly. I had my plan ready. I grabbed my trunk that I had long saved for Hogwarts and my broomstick. My bedroom wasn't to far up from the ground so I slowly lowered my trunk out of my window and dropped it on the ground with a thud. I mounted my broom and flew out my window. I landed with yet another thud and grabbed my trunk. I ran towards the sidewalk and stuck my right hand out. I heard an earsplitting bang and a dazzling light shine in my eyes.
A purple triple-decker bus had parked right in front of me. A pimply-faced teenaged boy greeted me with a crooked smile.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Mark Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening. Where would you like to be transported tonight miss?" He asked me in a very business like tone.
"Umm, how much would it cost to get to London?"
" Eleven sickles, but for thirteen you get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush in the color of your choice."
I opened my trunk and took my moneybag out and handed Mark eleven sickles from it. "One round trip to London please."
He led me onto the third floor of the bus and gave me a bed in the very back corner.
"Thank you very much Mark." I was hoping I would get one of the top levels.
"You're very welcome miss…?" I thought for a split second then said,
"Trester. Miss Trester."
"You're very welcome Miss Trester. Now where about in London do you want to go to?"
"Diagon Alley, please." I told him.
Tom headed towards the stairs and said, "Diagon Alley, Ern!" As he walked away I took a book out of my trunk. It was a big leather bound book with "The Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy" embossed in gold letters across the front cover. I opened it and a massive vicinity of names and dates. Among it I saw mine and Draco's under Lucius and Narcissa. Looking over the rest of it I saw many other names including Black and Lestrange. "I have the most horrible family!" I thought and slammed the book shut and threw it back into my trunk.
I sat on my bed thinking of Draco. How I missed him already! He could be vile at some occasions but that didn't mean he wasn't my brother. I then thought about my father what a foul human being he is!!! If Draco goes off and joins the Death Eaters like him and mother I would just die! Maybe I can find a better life some where else.
A few minutes later Mark climbed the stairs to come and tell me that we had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. I told him thank you and that he didn't have to take my trunk because it was awfully light. So I made my way down the stairs, off the bus and into the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom, the caretaker was sitting on a stool reading a book. He gave me a toothy smile and said that I could reside in room number twelve for my visit. With that, I strolled up to room twelve and sat my trunk at the foot of the big comfortable-looking bed. I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes and instantly fell asleep.
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