Acceptance

The 11th Birthday

A/N: Here is the 2nd chapter!

Just to clear things, this story is based in the year 1939, Maia and Orion's first year in Hogwarts.

On with the story now without further ado!

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"There are two great days in a person's life - the day we are born and the day we discover why."

~William Barclay

The sunlight filtered through the curtains as Maia stretched, struggling to escape the bed sheet she was tied up in. Her bleary eyes followed the wall in front of her and it landed on the calendar. 1st of July, 1939. It was her birthday!

She hastily snatched away the blanket, and, slipping into her footwear, she hastily got ready and ran towards the living room.

It had been on this day, 10 years ago, that Angie Darkwood had found Maia, wrapped up in a shawl, freezing near the graveyard.

And today, the smiling faces of her parents welcomed her as she skidded to a halt at the door to the Dining Room. 

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Happy Birthday, Maia," chorused her parents in their usual voice.

"Thank you," she said, while Angie reached out and put her arms around Maia quite delicately and hugged her.

"Sit down now, dear, and eat to your heart's content," advised Robert.

As she ate, she couldn't help but think about all the presents that she would have received on her birthday, especially from Orion.

No sooner did she start to walk towards the room where her presents were kept, than her father's voice rang from the Dining Room:

"Not now, Maia! You know that you're friends are going to come over for your birthday party, so your Mother and I have decided that we will present you your gift in front of them!"

Maia groaned; she had expected nothing less from her Father.

"And no going over to the Blacks! Mr.Black is quite busy today, and Mrs.Black is ill. I don't want you to add on to her burden today."

"Okay, Father," she replied as she trudged to her room, finding nothing productive to do on her special day.

She's just turned eleven. All of her high hopes of a fantastic day had been ruined. Quite permanently.

Sighing, she turned her attention to the book lying on her desk, "The Witch's Dream."

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A cackle of noise echoed in the room as Maia twirled in her new dress gifted to her by her parents.

"Maia dear, you look simply wonderful!"Melania Black exclaimed.

"Really dear, you look just charming," Angie crooned.

She was the only girl amongst the horde of boys as heirs to the Pureblood Families in the Wizarding world, and as a result, she had to sit through the gossip which she detested. With all her heart.

Wandering off to the Halls, she simply glanced at the portraits which adorned the walls laced with silk curtains, her mind focused on other thoughts littered in her brain.

"Hello there, Ms. Darkwood," a deep voice of a man sounded behind her.

Turning abruptly and earning a crick in her neck, she saw who it was; Arcturus Black, Orion's father. His grand suit was tucked up till his throat.

Although his voice was quite steady in her opinion, was it his hand which was shaking slightly and beads of perspiration visible on his forehead?

"Hello, Mr. Black, thank you for taking out time to attend this party," said Maia, curious.

"No problem, Ms. Darkwood," replied Mr. Black and reached into his coat.

"Here," he said handing her a richly wrapped box, "is your birthday gift. From me."

But he already gave you one! A voice screamed in her mind. On the outside, she simply chirped;

"There was no need, Mr.Black!"

She touched the box warily and no sooner had she done this, than a pulling sensation touched her navel and groped her from behind and it was Mr.Black's smiling face, that she saw when darkness engulfed her.

A/N: Haha! Like the Cliffhanger?

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