The young muggleborn Diane Lou Albury gets her Hogwarts letter at last, Starting her first year at Hogwarts in the year 2018.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts she meets peculiar people and makes the greatest friends, but are they all who they seem t...
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˖*. TAXING TRAVELS .*˖
They traversed through small villages, patches of green grass and wooded areas. Moving more inward toward wherever the compass was leading them. It was very peculiar, traveling without a real destination. They didn't know what the compass was leading them too. It could be another person, a building, or something so subtle as a photograph. All they knew, was that it was surely leading them toward more information on their teacher-turned-vampire.
When they traveled through the occasional town, they were sure to stock up on food and water. Because they never knew just how long they'd be removed from the next village.
Whenever night came, They would either hire a room in a cheap inn and all cramp in the same small bed to save up as much money as possible, or, they would just camp outside on the cots they'd been provided with back at Beauxbatons.
Today, they'd been hiking through the countryside. The vast expanse of hillsides and fields were filled with cattle and hay rolls. As night approached, the group settled on an empty field underneath a row of tall olive trees.
Lysander lit up a small bonfire using incendio before handing around his water flask. Diane accepted the bottle and took a big gulp, only to realise it wasn't actually water.
'What the hell is that?' She asked, searching for her own water flask to rinse out her mouth.
'Chateau Le Grand Moulin.' Lysander stated, taking a second sip himself. 'Cheap French wine.' he further explained as everyone looked at him confused.
'Pass the bottle.' Lloyd sighed, taking a few sips himself. 'How did you even buy that.'
'Look older than I am, I suppose.' he shrugged.
As the bottle was passed around, Diane noticed Saoirse seemed rather absent in the conversation. She sat away from the rest, staring at the fire and fidgeting with her fingers. Diane decided to approach her.
'You okay?' She asked as she took a seat on Saoirse's cot. 'You seem distracted.'
'I'm just worried.' She sighed. 'About Cassia and my parents.'
Diane immediately felt a tight knot forming in her stomach. She remembered the scream and bright green flashes she'd seen coming from the place Zabini and Cassia had been duelling Whitelock. She didn't have the heart to tell Saoirse any of this. Besides, she wasn't even sure Cassia'd been harmed at all. Though no doubt the green flashes had been the killing curse, It could've missed, or been fired at someone else.
'They'll be okay.' She said, trying to convince herself of this as well. 'I'm sure Madame Maxime will have informed all your parents by now as well.'
'What about your parents?' Saoirse asked, looking up at her.
'They probably still think I'm at school.' Diane explained. 'They never know what's happening outside of their own little world.'
