- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝖂hen Oonagh was a little girl, devoting her days to explore her homeland for four leaf clovers with pigtails in her hair and adventure in her heart, her mammy would always say 'Tógfaidh do chosa tú san áit a bhfuil do chroí' — Your feet will take you where you heart is.
Granted, in the past her feet have carried her to places she now wishes her heart didn't rest with, but they were brief and short, and the personal growth from those experiences is what makes her who she is today. She's learned, and she's bloomed — in more ways than one.
Now, standing calmly with her feet planted on the ground, hands relaxed by her sides and blue eyes level with the vision in front of her, she knows this isn't any of those times. One place she never regrets her heart being settled is right in front of the scarlet steam train on Platform Nine And Three Quarters.
Even six years down the line, the mere sight of the Hogwarts Express sends floods of excitement and funny tingles from the top of her head right down to her toes. Just like it had done when she was eleven years old and caught a glimspe for the first time. The magical feeling was incomparable, and everlasting.
She surveys the buzzing platform silently, heart clenching as she watches families clutch and hold on to one another for as long as possible. Nobody could know what future rested in the palms of their hands, if the next time they were together there could be a sibling missing, or a parent. Or maybe nobody would show.
You-Know-Who had risen again, had returned once more to take control and power over the Wizarding World, leaving everyone who was deemed impure, unworthy and filthy to beg for mercy or sadly accept the fate of the killing curse. 'Mudbloods', 'halfbreeds', 'blood traitors' — all filthy scum in their eyes.
If Oonagh could, she'd take down the vile, monstrous bastard herself, but word has it the 'Order of the Phoenix' had been re-established, and as a sixteen year old, she's more than willing to kindly allow them to do what they signed up for.
And if she was honest, if she happened to find out more about Voldemort's past, she may feel a slither of sympathy for him — and that would definitely be frowned up on. Monsters are created, not born, something in his past made him who is today, and whilst she loathes him with all of her being — yes. Maybe there is some pity for the boy he once was.
She quickly shakes her head from her spinning thoughts, quite pleased that she's now sighted the famous Golden trio boarding the train, speaking in hushed whispers. The Chosen One — Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been the talk of Hogwarts since their first year, more often than not getting into trouble or facing Voldemort at the end of the school year.
Oonagh also held great sympathy for Harry for his well known childhood and existence so far, to necessarily have the fate of the whole Wizarding World in your hands at their ripe age — it's not fair, not really. Especially considering the last encounter, the Battle in the Department of Mysteries, exonerated Sirius Black had died by the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Rumour has it Sirius was Harry's godfather, and the only family he had left.
