The True PureBlood Princess

One Step Closer to Corination

Dumbledore escorted me into his office for a meeting before everyone gathers for an event.

"Happy 18th Flora. You are probably curious on why we taught you that spell yesterday. Today the event will be for your birthday. I know that it's not a ball but your mother requested that we did something in honor of you being 2 years away from becoming queen of your kingdom." He had explained to me but I know that my mother probably bribed him.

Every woman in our family has to wear a dress that somewhat resembles our family crest. For the 18th birthday there must be somewhat of a big event (usually a ball) to celebrate adulthood and 2 years away from becoming the new queen. My mother for her 18th celebrated at an event at Hogwarts as well but she didn't plan on me going here.

"I understand now." I confirmed. Dumbledore takes a second to think about what he's going to say so there is no doubt he was ordered by my mother to do this event. "There will be no rehearsal but your mother will arrive an hour from now. I assume you have done a similar event so it may come naturally to you." Dumbledore explained.

We went over a few things that will happen and I start heading to my room to look for the locket I miss placed to find a green box wrapped in a silver bow. On top of the bow had a note written.

Dearest Daughter,

Today is the big day. I wanted you to have a grand ball with Prince Baudouin attending but this will do. I love you and your father would be so proud.

Love, your mother <3

I unwrapped the box to find a deep emerald green dress that the sleeves fall upon the shoulders. The top of the bodice is laced with tiny silver gems. The dress has lace treading from the hips to the end of the train. Fabric so rich and pure silk that our family would traditionally wear over tulle. Laying under the dress was the locket I was searching for all along since I've arrived. I open it to see a photo of my father holding me at age 4. God I wish he was here.

The dress slips on my body perfectly. I pull back the long curls that sat over my shoulders to clasp my locket together. I finish up getting ready and start heading to the great hall. The halls are all empty so I assume everyone has already taken their seats.

"My sweet Flora. You look splendid in that dress. Very similar to the one I had worn for my 18th." My mother had said excitedly. Dumbledore started his speech and I'm just waiting for my queue.

When I hear it the doors open and everyone either gasped or given me confused glares. My crown that I've owned since I was born that had sat in its case for years was in front of me waiting with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had finished his speech and with my mother by my side I've felt an intense amount of pressure on doing this spell. I look down to the locket that laid neatly on my chest then completed the spell.

Emerald and gold particles fill the room falling down on others. While everyone looked amazed my mother had a really cold look in her eyes. She didn't seem thrilled at all.

One of my maids from back home had placed the crown on my head after I casted the spell and I walked down through the isle of all the houses with only the thought of my mother being yet again disappointed. Once I've reached the doors I set my crown into my guards hands gently and attempt to walk off before my mother says anything when those doors shut. "Flora we've taught you better than that. Not some half ass spell that I mastered at 16 years." My mother said in an upset manor.

My mother, guard and maid had disappeared out of existence seconds after. The ceremony was over and everyone had left. I sat on a balcony staring into the sky. One wave of my wand and northern lights appeared across the sky. The lights reflected over the waters of Hogwarts. My head rested on the rail as the cold tears fell upon my cheeks leading down to my neck.

"So you're not just some mudblood dimwit after all." A familiar voice that use to be obnoxious had said. As I lift my head I saw Malfoy. I'm too focused on my thoughts right now that words don't come out. "I'm not usually the one to care for others and don't take this as being caring but are you ok?" He said softly. I shouldn't trust him though. Or anyone for instance so I try to walk away until he grabbed my arm, spun me around then hugged me tightly.

"I know you don't want to talk but I need you to know this. I see your pain. I don't know you well but from what I observed at the ceremony. You and your mother don't get along." He had informed the obvious. Was it that obvious to others?

Tears start forming again as he is still holding on to me. Why am I trusting someone? Why am I letting him in. He doesn't even know me. "Thank you Malfoy but I don't think you understand." I explained to him trying to pull away but he wouldn't. "I am not gonna let go until you calm down a bit." He comforted. As I calm down he finally let me go and both leaned against the rail.

Maybe I could try to trust or let him in. Maybe this could prove my mother wrong. "My mother has high expectations of me and I feel as though I'm being controlled. Everything I do has disappointed her." I explained without realizing I said too much.

"My father basically does the same. It's not a splendid feeling but I understand" he added on. He just stands and smiled before words fall out of his mouth. "Happy 18th Lockheart. You looked... decent in your dress tonight." He teased.

We parted ways to our rooms and when I arrived back in my room I just sat in front of the mirror. The dress slipped off and I slip into my pjs with the locket still dressed around my neck.

When I finally fall on my bed to rest my mother's words taunted me until I drifted off to sleep.