Malfoy's Slave (discontinued)

Chapter 2 The Letter From Hogwarts

"Cherry?! Cherry?!"
I am rudely awoken by the horrible screeches of Narcissa Malfoy. She banged on the iron door.
"Coming Mam!" I cry, as I quickly pick myself up from off the pile of straw on which I slept on. I tied my hip length black hair in a pony tail with the one, slightly muddy, ribbon that I had come across on the dungeon floor yesterday.

I finished just as she came bustling in, holding her nose. I could hear the clip-clop of her expensive high heels on the cobblestone steps. She's so tall, she has to duck as to not his her head on the way down. She straightens up at the bottom of the stairs, where the ceiling rose up into the rest of the basement.

I bowed so low my nose brushed my toes. It takes some practise, but yes, it is possible to bow that low.

"I have something for you." she said quite briskly and importantly. She thrust an yellowish envelop with emerald green writing, clearly stating that the letter was addressed to me, into my arms. It took a while for me to get over the shock. Someone writing to me? That had never happened before...

"Thank you Mam." I say as I bow once more. Narcissa glares at me, then says quite flatly, "Don't mention it."
And with that, she fast-walked out of the room, slamming the heavy door behind her.

My chocolate coloured eyes scan the envelop she had just handed me, then, having just double checked that is was defiantly addressed to me, teared it open, eager to find out who had been writing to me and why.

This is what the letter said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even though you will not start at the normal age of 11 you will be sorted and everything just like the rest. You will be in 5th year, as you are 15 years of age this year. Please find enclosed a list of required books and equipment. term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later then 31 July.
Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmisstriss.

Oh, so I'm 15. That's cool. But that was beside the point. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? All that stuff about 'Albus Dumbledore' being a 'Supreme Mugwump' and what not? And what a strange name too. Same with 'Minevra McGonagall'. And what on earth did they mean by 'We await your OWL by no later then 31 July.'?
My owl?!

At that moment, Lucius came striding down the steps. He came face to face with me and said, "Your a witch, Cherry."
Wow! that was the first he's ever used my first name! But that wasn't all. He said I was a witch. Well, that would explain the 'Witchcraft and Wizardry' bit of the name of that school. But, could I believe him?

This could just be a crual joke. Tricking me into thinking I could do magic. Seemed like exactly the sort of thing the Malfoy's would do.

"Um, are you a witch too? Well, wizard." I added at the look of disgust on his face. He sighed.
"Yes, I am." he said. "So is my wife and my son."

Draco was a wizard? No way?
"Um," I said at last. "Um, I have some questions. Lots of them."
Mr Malfoy grunted and said, "Hogwarts is a school of magic. I myself went there, so did my wife, and Draco goes there to. Diagon Ally is a place where you can buy everything you need for school. You can have a pet owl, toad or cat. Owls can deliver mail."

He stretched his arms and said, "Any questions?" I had plenty of questions, but decide not to ask just by looking at the look on Malfoy's face.
"I will explain more as it come up." he said shortly. "Oh, and 3 whips from the whip, just more forcing me to tell you all this."

"Master!" I protest.
"Make it 5 whips." he said. I keep quiet. I don't want anymore whips.

I follow Malfoy out of the basement and up into the Hall. He turns to face me. "I still hate you know." I bowed. My master snorted and strode away without another word. I sigh. My life sucks.

Just then there's movement from the corner of the hall. Draco creeps out from behind a stone statue of a troll and blows me a kiss. I blush profusely. I know it means nothing, he's just teasing me, but I love it. In fact, I think I might just love Draco Malfoy.❤
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