Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. Never have been, never will be. Only Alex belongs to me.
"Alex, darling, do go fetch the mail," my mum said, nose buried in a magazine. I didn't bother replying, for I knew she couldn't hear me. She always zones out when she reads.
But when I opened the door, my path to the mailbox was blocked. By a complete stranger, wearing the strangest ensemble of clothes I'd ever seen. "Why hello," she says, staring down at me. "Do you happen to be Miss Alexandria Scott?"
"Depends on who's talking," I answer, full of my usual cheek. I must admit, I was more than a little freaked out. She gave me a look that clearly meant something along the lines of 'Well you're going to be a handful'. Um, what was that supposed to mean?! I've never seen this lady in my life, and she expects to discipline me? Hell-to-the-NO! So I called inside to my mum, "Mum, there's a creepy lady out here!" That'll totally teach her not to mess with me!
I watched as my mother hesitantly set her magazine down and walked through the door. A staring contest was then started. Mum and I stared at Creepy Lady, and in return she stared at me. Creepy's eye twitched. I fought back a sneeze. Mum looked amused. After several more seconds of this, she said, "Okay you two, cut it out! And just who are you?" she asked Creepy, taking in her features. She looked to be in her 20s or 30s, and wasn't actually that bad of looker, though her holier-than-thou attitude made her prettiness nearly unnoticeable.
"My name is Minerva McGonagall. I'm here to inform you about Hogwarts, a school in which your daughter has been accepted." To which my mum promptly slammed the door in her face. She turned to me, slapped me across the face, and said one word.
"Pack." So I turned and sprinted to my room, hastily brushing the tears out of my eyes.
I began throwing random objects with any value to me into the suitcase I had flung open. What all should I take? How long would I be gone? Was I even coming back? And most importantly, what the hell was going on?
Some 10 minutes later, I walked precariously down the hall, lugging an enormous suitcase behind me. For some reason, I felt as though I was 5 again, sneaking around the house and petrified at the thought of making a sound. When I poked my head into the living room, all 3 heads turned to stare at me. Both of my parents were ice cold, and it broke my heart to see the look they were giving me. Andrew, my little brother, looked about as confused as I felt. I was grateful that at least he didn't seem to hate me.
"We're sending you to an orphanage," my father said stiffly. "The paperwork is nearly taken care of. When we drop you off, make no attempt to contact us ever again, do you understand?"
"Excuse me, but what on earth are you going on about?" I exclaimed, utterly baffled by this point. "Is this some sort of sick joke? You said not 20 minutes ago we were going skating later today!"
"We still are skating. You," he said, signing a paper dramatically, "are no longer a part if this family, as of now."
You will not show weakness. You will not show weakness.You will not show- Ah screw it! I started crying, at my father's cruel words and the way my family was rejecting me. "Why?" I managed to choke out between sobs. "Why would you do this to me?"
My mother's steel gaze seemed to weaken a bit out of sympathy, but with a quick glance from Father, she hardened again. "We cannot have you associating with those kinds of people, such as the woman who came to visit you."
"What does that have to do with anything? I have no idea what the bloody HELL is going on!"
"You aren't normal anymore. This Hogwarts is a school for magical freaks, and we will not stand by and let things like you taint our family." My dad's response was bitter, and I wondered if he actually had a reason to hate these "magical freaks".
"So basically you don't want me because I can do bloody magic tricks? Because I can pull a rabbit out of a hat? Because when I wave a piece of wood, sparks fly out?!" I was furious. Had these people never heard of unconditional love? Apparently not.
"More or less," Mum replied cooly.
"Well then thank God you're getting rid of me! Otherwise I'd have to run away myself!" This wasn't true at all; I was heart broken and a complete mess on the inside, but there was no way I was going to let these monsters see me cry again.
"I'm so glad we're finally getting rid of her, William. She's always been such a burden." At my mum's words, I found I could barely retain my temper. How dare they? Act as though they never cared about me just because I was magical, whatever the hell that entailed! I could finally see my parents for who they really were, and I was horrified. I couldn't believe I'd actually thought they'd loved me! I bet it was an act since day one! They had bred me, trying to mold me into the perfect child so that they could have someone or something to brag about.
"Mummy, Daddy, what's going on?" a little voice piped up. Andrew! How could I have forgotten about my little brother? "What's wrong with Sissy?" Nothing's wrong with me you idiot, now get over here and help me! But he was only 6, he couldn't understand how there was really only something wrong with our parents.
"Alexandria is going away for a long time, Andrew. We tried to talk her out of it, but she refuses to listen to us." That bitch! How dare she act as though this was my fault! I hadn't done anything! You answer one freaking door, and suddenly everyone hates you! What's wrong with the world? "William, let's talk outside."
The second my parents stepped out of the room, Andrew and I sprinted to the door that separated us, and pressed our ears against the wood. "I can't believe we have one of them in the family," my mum exclaimed. "I thought that we'd surely weeded it out!"
"It's a hard thing to force out of someone. My parents didn't manage it with my ex-brother either," my dad replied, referencing to my Uncle Derrick, who had been disowned. "Can we really abandon her, though? I mean, she is our child."
"IT is no child of mine," my mum hissed. Wow, maybe someone's PMSing... I wasn't even shocked by being referred to as an "it" by this point. "The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew there was something wrong with that child."
Before she finished saying that last word, the door was thrown open. I crossed the threshold, walked over to where she stood, and punched my mum in the face. Apparently I need to work on my punches, because her nose wasn't even broken. Mum and Dad both looked shocked, though. "Can we go now?" I asked innocently. "Cause I'm bored."
"Why you-" my mum was cut off when Dad pushed her out the door and into the car, Andrew and I following.
We were all silent on the ride to the orphanage I would soon know as home. Mum was fuming, Dad looked put-out, Andrew was obviously confused, and I was feeling hurt and relieved at the same time. I could finally see the true William and Kathryn Scott, and I was getting the opportunity to leave them forever. I was hurt that they were giving me up so easily. But also, I was worried about Andrew. All I could do was hope that he would somehow not end up like these monsters.
When we reached the orphanage, Dad handed me a folder full of papers and my enormous suitcase. Andrew left out of the car to give me a last hug. "Goodbye, Sissy. I'll miss you!" he said, blinking back tears.
"I'll miss you too Andrew," I said, before kissing him on the cheek.
"She's no sister of yours," my mum growled as she heaved Andrew away from me. "And you won't ever be seeing her again." I refused to cry, because I knew that was what Mum wanted, so I waved goodbye to my little brother one last time.
Once they were out of sight, I stepped through the orphanage's doors. "Why hello dear," a lady behind a desk greeted me. "And what is your name?"
"I... I'm Alexandria." I wasn't sure I even had a surname anymore.
The lady seemed to read my mind, because she then asked, "Don't you have a last name?"
"I'm not sure. My parents sort of abandoned me."
"Oh you poor thing!" she said, coming out from behind her desk to hug me. "I would assume you can keep your surname," she said, stepping back and giving me a once-over. "I'm Caroline, by the way."
"Pleasure to meet you. My ex-parents, I suppose, said I was to give these to someone," I said, handing her the folder of papers.
Taking it, she then said, "How about I show you to your room?"
We walked up several flights of stairs, down a corridor, and finally into a small bedroom. "Since you're going to be staying here with us, this is now you're room. Feel free to decorate it, but you are not allowed to paint or write on the walls," she said sternly. "Understood?"
"Good. Lunch is served at noon; I'll send someone to collect you so you don't get lost." And with her last word, she left.
So I was left alone, with no family, no answers, and no idea what was going on. But I did know one thing. I knew that from then on, no matter what situation I was in, I would make the best of it. This was my life, and nobody was going to ruin it for me.
Hope you guys liked this chapter! Sorry if it's a little confusing, but (hopefully) your questions will be answered later on in the story. Or I can answer them in a review, as long as it doesn't spoil the plot!
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