The Pieces

Toxic

Hour 12.
I sit in the music hall listening to the keys of my piano echoing. I study each note on the music sheet as the girls around me, tune and harmonizes their instrument with mines. I flourish through the notes becoming satisfied with the sound I am producing.

"Lovely, ladies," Professor Hans voice cut through the ending notes of the song as she praises us for a good job. I stand and bow in sync with the other ladies beside me. Before the Professor can say anything, a short lady walks in, handing a note to Professor Hans. She opens the note, quietly reading. She pauses before squinting and looking at me.

"Lyn, Please report to your chambers," I look at her wide eye'd and very confused but she continues before I could say anything, "Hurry, Jasmine, your parents will be arriving soon," She ushers me out the room before returning her attention to the other girls.

I allow myself to rush out of the music room, running down the hallways of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. My blue-colored uniforms flows around my knees as I arrive to my chamber. I open the large oak door to see my owl sitting on the bed with a note resting in front of it. I pet Wixie as she begins to take off outside the window. Her brownish coat reflects against the blue sky before she disappears completely out of sight.

I open the note looking carefully at the words:

From Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore and staff of Hogwarts

To: Jasmine Mae Lyn

Dear Ms.Lyn,

Your request to transfer from Beauxbaton Academy of Magic has been accepted. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very excited to accept you into our halls. Upon your arrival, you will be greeted and helped being settle into you chamber and classes. Please acquire the correct books.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

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Before I could process the letter, my chambers door burst open with parents rushing in. My stepmom's face turns to instant judgement as she realizes that I am far from being prepared to leave. My father face remain in it stone cold posture as he looks around the room.

"Jasmine Mae," Her thick English voice cuts through the tension as she walks over to my bed, taking my trunk and packing my stuff. "I swear, I do not know what to do to you." She grabs my wrist, turning me towards her.

"Do you understand, how hard it was to get you into that school?" I look down at her hand that tightly holding my wrist.

"Mom! Mom, you are hurting me," I say snatching my wrist from her hold, tears springing to my eyes. She rolls her eyes, packing the rest of my stuff.

"You will not ruin our family name." She spits before turning to my father, who speaks for the first time since arriving, " I heard from Lestrange that the Malfoy boy is not cut out to carry out any plans that the Dark Lord might have for him,"

She glances at me before saying, "But our sweet, Jasmine will be. That's why you are going to Hogwarts. Not to make friends but to simply provide information. If you screw up, Jasmine, it will be your head not ours." She cackles as my dad grabs my trunk and other personal stuff and exits the room with my mum following her. I look around the room before sighing and exits.

"Jasmine!" I turn to see my roommates rushing towards me. "Oh, thank the stars, we caught you! Wait- are you leaving?" I nod, not being able to say anything without my voice cracking.

I sigh while grabbing their hands and saying , " I will miss you guys. Promise to write," I look at each of them as they nod their head while tears stream down their cheeks. I smile and turn back around hiding my emotion from my parents as they stand at the end of corridor. I let go of my roommates hands and walk to my parents taking theirs.

I close my eyes as I feel myself disappear from the homey atmosphere, that was once Beauxbatons. It was replaced with the cold streets of Hogsmeade. The silences is clear as day as we make the journey to Hogwarts. I realized that I have became my parents puppet to their death eaters ways.