Forever Glow And The Cursed Pin (Another Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- The Pureblood Convention

      "Mark!" My mother yelled for me. I was taken aback by her loud call, for I was now reading Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe by C.S Lewis. A muggle book that Ivy had recommended. So far the four main characters had lost their youngest sister, Lucy, to a wardrobe.

     The muggles must know too much.

     "Yes, Mother?" I returned after my thoughts were cleared. She opened the door with a box in her hand. I sat up in my bed.

     "Your outfit for the Pureblood Convention has been delivered by owl post, Dear. Do you think the other Purebloods will be suited for this type of apparel? You know, of the muggle sort." My mom looked at me with a concerned look.

     "Of course, Mom. Why?" I asked a bit bluntly.

     "I just don't want them to see you wearing this and think your father and I raised you wrong."

     My eyes rolled back into my head. What a ridiculous statement.

     "Really? That's humorous, Mother. It's just an outfit. Besides, there will be an entourage of weird pieces at the convention. It'll be alright." I comforted my mother. She was distraught with trying to make our image spotless to the other Purebloods, for she didn't want to be looked down upon by the smug Malfoys.

     "I guess you're right, my dear," She said. She then sat the box down next to me, "Well, go try it on!" She gestured me away as she wiped a stray hair off of her dress.

     In my huge closet, I disrobed and put my new outfit on. It was a muggle brand by the name of Gucci. The man selling it had said, and I quote, 'This is one of a kind,' and, 'This will be one of the most expensive and lavish pieces ever. A kind that will be sold for millions at an auction.' He was quite fond of the outfit. It was a two-piece silk pajama set with Gucci's signature chain logo all over it. It came with a peculiar looking hat that I fell in love with immediately. It was made with the colors black, gold, and green. It was oversized, but it fit just right.

     How absolutely ingenious.

     I walked out feeling sort of courageous. I took a few light steps and then stopped caring for the dainty image that my mom had rubbed off on me. My footsteps now spoke in the rare tongue of confidence.

     "How stunning!" My mom said, taking a quick picture with my father's camera. She walked up to me and straightened my hat. She tried to pull the brim, which hung below the head in a bold fashion, up, but it stayed where it rested. "What a combuzzling hat." She stated with a chuckle, "It does look good on you, though."

     "Do you think you'll win any more Every Flavour Bean Trophies this year, Mother?" I asked. A Every Flavour Bean Trophy was a trophy that was awarded to the person who could stomach the most Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. The flavours were always dreadful at the Pureblood Convention, but that was only one of the many challenges offered by the Convention.

     "Not this year, dear. It seems last year's round tore me away from the Beans for a while. Troll's Milk wasn't a very satisfactory flavour," She shuddered, "Speaking of the trophies, your father said you were needing something to use as a portkey. Is that right?"

     I nodded.

     "And what would you be needing portkeys for?" She asked with an eyebrow furrowed.

     "I built a treehouse with Willow during the summer, and we'll need a way to get to it." I said, avoiding the fact that it would be leaving Hogwarts.

     "And you plan to take the portkeys to Hogwarts with you this year?"

     "Yes, ma'am."

     "You're aware that would be breaking the rules?"