My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

chapter 4

The first night in the Gryffindor common room felt like a sudden color of whiplash my eyes went through, but in the best way possible. At home, everything is green and black and dull, has no life inside there, but here, at Hogwarts, in Gryffindor, it's something that already feels like home. I never want to leave.

Harry and Ron in the morning were late to transfiguration which was so embarrassing for our house.  McGonagall really laid it onto them which was amusing for me and annoying for Hermione. Harry tried to explain it was because they got lost but I heard from Dean that morning Ron was fast asleep and so was Harry. I asked Dean why he and Seamus didn't try getting them up, but apparently, they did to no success. Potions with Professor Snape the following morning was something of an embarrassment for both Hermione and Harry because poor Mione was trying to answer every question Snape had but he was ignoring her and instead kept on pestering Harry because he thought he wasn't paying attention. I sat next to Harry, so I knew he was only trying to take notes.

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"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum" Seamus has been at this for so long now in the great hall, at first it was amusing but now it's just starting to become pathetic. "Seamus, just give it up, will you? The water is not going to turn into rum." "I swear Arabella, I was able to do this at home, my mum showed me just give me a second." Hermione and I rolled our eyes, we know it's not going to end well just like last time.

"What's he doing?" Harry asks. "Turn it to rum. He actually managed a weak tea yesterday... before-" Ron gets cut off by an explosion and Seamus's face has soot all over it, again. "Before that Harry." Hermione makes a stink face and blows the smoke away from her face as do I but I can't help but continue to laugh so hard I put my head on Harry's shoulder.

We all hear owl's make their screeching sound and look up to see them all come down with the mail. I've been dreading this for so long.

"Ah! Mail's here!" Ron remarks. All the students start catching their mail from the air and my family's owl comes down to me and drops two pieces of mail.  One from my father, and one from my mother.

"I don't think I can do this Mione." I tell her. She gives me a warm smile and says, "It's best to get it over with and besides, if your family does disown you, as you think they will, you're always welcome with my parents and I in London for the holidays." "Thanks." I sarcastically tell her before I open the letter from my father first.

Arabella Malfoy, I don't think you've ever done anything as disappointing as being sorted into Gryffindor house. The Malfoy line has long since been in Slytherin and to blatantly disrespect out tradition and our bloodline hardens my heart for you. Draco tells me you've come to also come to associate yourselves with the blood traitor Weasleys and mudbloods. You thank your mother for her kindness and warmth for you because if it was up to me, I wouldn't allow you back at Malfoy Manor ever again. I hope this year you prove yourself worthy of the Malfoy name by being the best. Draco is already proving himself to be worthy in potions. It is your time now. I expect more from you, as does your mother. Do not disappoint. I will see you for the holidays.

L.M

"Well, he didn't disown me, so I suppose that's good." Hermione rubs my back and sees the tears in my eyes, she wipes them away and hands me the letter from my mum.

My darling girl, when was the last time I called you that? I will admit my brief anger and disappointment when I heard you were not sorted into Slytherin house, but you, my love, could never disappoint me. Not truly. You are first and always, my daughter. I was able to calm your father down after his outrage over your house and your choice of friends. While again, associating yourself with the Weasley boy and a mudblo-muggle, was hard to hear, I know you. I know your heart. Always, my darling, follow your heart. Please I know this will be a lot to ask of you Bella but be patient with Draco, help him, as you are starting to help me. Be patient with your father and I know this task would be all the more difficult. My influence comes from a far hand and knowing his, our past, will be a great challenge for you. I know he loves you Arabella. All will be well in time. I love you, be safe.