HIDDEN (D.M)

L I E S

                              April 21st 1996

Nova Bellefleur

"I've been lied to my whole entire life?!" Anger started flowing through my veins. " Wh– Why would you keep something like this from me? My name is a lie, my life is a lie, everything I thought I knew is a lie!" I clenched my fist digging my nails to the palms of my hands to where I could feel blood. 

"We had to flee. We couldn't stay there anymore Nova. After voldemort's defeat with that filthy half-blood baby of James and Lily, nobody could know what we've done or our name." 

I scoffed holding back the tears wanting to leave my blood shot eyes. 

"We know Voldemort is back. He's summoning us and we cannot defy our-" I quickly cut him off not wanting to hear my father talk. 

"NO! He's your lord not mine! You expect me to just leave my friends? My life?"I said almost choking on my words from the anger and sadness flowing through me. I can't be in this room any longer, I need to be alone, I need to gather my thoughts. I got up from my bed and started walking towards the door. 

"He is your lord AND YOU WILL OBEY HIS COMMANDS! Enjoy your last week here at Beauxbatons Academy, you'll soon be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

 Rage seared through me. "Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school." I walked out the room not wanting to hear any longer.

***

April 27th 1996

Present day

I'm a king. The most powerful and wealthiest family in the wizarding world. It's sad to know my father kept a big secret from me. I feel betrayed and now I feel alone. My whole life I've known my name to be 'Bellefleur' but now? Now I'm a 'king'. A secret no one can know. Not my friend's back in France nor these people in Hogwarts. Because Voldemort is back and my father is loyal to him we had to move.

I am told to keep my family's name a secret at all cost. I intend to so... I can't let people know my family was the reason for James and Lily's death. More now since their son Harry Potter is in the same school. Same grade.

I stood outside the great big doors waiting for Dumbledore to announce me. There was a tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach. The thought of having to walk in there with all attention towards me is nerve wracking.

"Silence!" I heard dumbledore say through the doors. "A new student is here today all the way from Beauxbatons Academy. It may seem odd given it's almost the end of the year but nonetheless I expect all of you to welcome her with open arms. I welcome miss Nova Bellefleur to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Fuck.

I open the door to see everyone sitting down in tables of four all with their eyes directed towards me. I see a stool in the front of the room with a weird rusty old pointy hat, I make my way towards the hat.

"Miss Bellefleur please take a seat" An old lady says, I sit on the stool gripping the sides of the seat to make my already sweaty palms stop sweating, she places the hat on top of my head.

Shit Shit Shit I can't do this...

"Ahh.. Let's see what we have here." The rusty hat says. "Bellefleur I've been expecting you... You're brave and loyal, maybe Gryffindor? no.. no.. You're smart and creative full of all the qualities of a Ravenclaw." Please nobody can know my secret. I will do everything in my power to keep my secret hidden. I think to myself, "Ahh.. secrets you say? Determined to keep them hidden. Maybe.. Maybe.. SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat yells. The table on the far left starts to cheer hands clapping and whistling. I make my way to their table and sit down in the middle.

"Hello Nova" a dude in front of me says, "My name is Blaise. This is Crabb and Goyle." He points to the guys next to him. " Nice to meet you." I shyly say not wanting to talk to them or draw any more attention to me.

"We have a filthy shy mudblood huh?"

A blond guy says in a stern cold voice. " I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy" He says reaching his hand to shake. I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his rudeness. He's a Malfoy. Well that explains his rudeness.

"Je m'en fous de qui tu es et je ne veux certainement pas te serrer la main." (I don't care who you are and I certainly don't want to shake your hand.) I say in the same cold and stern voice at him.

I quickly get up from my seat knowing dinner is over and make my way to the headmaster to get my dorm room and finally be alone and away from these people.