Dark child

25

Dear Sirius, I hope you're doing well. I know I should've written to you sooner, but Severus was breathing down my neck all summer to see if I'm in touch with you. He has been like this since the end of last term, when you escaped. He is wondering if I have helped you. I'm in Malfoys' now and that's why I can send letters.
The final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night in Britain. Lucius has managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the ministry. Severus isn't coming; he isn't exactly the type of person who cheers at a Quaffle passing a loop or something. Nevertheless, he allowed me to go with Lucius, Narcissa and Draco to watch the final: Ireland versus Bulgaria. We're of course supporting Ireland, but Draco is obsessed with Bulgaria seeker, Victor Krum. He keeps saying Krum is so brilliant and all. I don't know him though, Quidditch isn't my hobby. I just want to go to the world cup to see people from other countries supporting their teams.
Let me know if there is anything I can help you with. By the time your answer arrives, I would probably be at Hogwarts to start a new term. This year, an interesting event is being held at Hogwarts: the Triwizard tournament! I'd compete of course, but the ministry has decided to forbid students under 17 to join for their own safety. The whole information about this tournament is still private, but as Lucius works for the ministry, he knows all about it and had told Draco and me, too.
Take care of yourself,
Elara.

Elara read her letter several times, to make sure she is satisfied with the results. Then, she reached for her tiny owl's cage, and led Hazelnut out of it.
"Can you send this letter to Sirius Black?" Elara asked, as she tied the letter to owl's leg. She nipped her finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her wings and soared out of the open window.
The sun had just risen. Elara got back to bed and picked up the book she was reading last night; Secrets of the Darkest Art. She didn't know why such an evil book was in the school's library, even in the restricted section, but she was determined to read it completely, so she didn't return the book to the library at the end of last term. She felt like she was about to discover what really happened at her second year at Hogwarts, where a 16 year old version of Voldemort came out of a diary in chamber of secrets and tried to kill Harry. This book seemed to held a kind of information she was looking for. So as disgusting and repulsive as Elara found this book, she forced herself to read it thoroughly, making sure that diary had been a Horcrux, wondering if her father is dead for real, now the diary is destroyed.

A nock on the door made her jump. She hide the book under the pillow, just before Narcissa came in.
"Good morning El, come and join us at the breakfast." Said Narcissa softly.
"Morning aunt cissy, okay coming." Replied Elara, as she stood up and stretched her body. Then she headed down for the kitchen with Narcissa, where Draco and Lucius were discussing their opinions on the World Cup at the breakfast table.
"It's got to be Ireland," said Lucius thickly. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."
"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Draco.
"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Lucius shortly. "I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."
"What happened?" said Elara enthusiastically, as she took a toast from the table.
"Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten," said Lucius gloomily. "Shocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg."

The rest of the day passed with the same spirit. They changed the subject of the conversation however, into the Triwizard tournament as the night came.
"I really want to participate in the tournament. I wish they make an exception and let me try. It's not about winning the gold really, it's only for experiencing new things. School's regular activities are too boring for me. I could've received a full mark in all 12 different NEWT exams since I was 11. I'm only keeping up with the dull process of studying like others because of the Hogwarts library. That's the only place I can learn something new at." Elara said hopelessly, as the four of them were sited in magnificent living room of the Manor.
"Yeah I bet you spend even more time in the library than the Mudblood Granger." Spatted Draco.
"Yeah maybe." Elara said simply.
Luckily, Narcissa announced the bedtime at that moment and saved Elara from a probable conversation about Hermione or Mudbloods. They were going to apparate to the place where the World Cup was being held next day; Lucius with Draco, and Narcissa with Elara. Their tent was reserved and they were all hoping to have a good time there, or at least Elara did.