Half Blood Royalty

Meeting Someone New

Halfway through the journey towards Hogwarts, Draco began engaging more with his own friends, so I snuck out our seat and walked down the aisle. Students were engaging amongst one another; laughing and talking about the memories they've made (either during the past years at school or in the last summer). Some discussed about the next Quidditch season, or whether or not they'd try out for their House team.

'Good luck if you wanted to be the new Slytherin Seeker,' I thought to myself, thinking back to Draco and the seven new racing brooms he and his father had brought. Pretty sure they weren't all for only my cousin. I'm also certain that the Slytherin team aren't even looking for a new Seeker by now. My father may respect Lucius Malfoy, but I'm pretty positive that even he wouldn't have believed his sights watching that go down. He definitely wouldn't dare do that for me- even if we did have the money to afford such a luxury. I've never even owned a racing broom of my own. Of course, Draco always let me use one of his when we were kids, but it was never the same feeling as being able to have your own. A small part of me always wondered if my father pushed me towards my love of Potions so he wouldn't have to worry about me liking things such as Quidditch. You don't have to worry about needing the extra expenses when you already have the supplies needed for potions on hand anyway.

Some students were showing off all the new items they've gotten over the summer, where others passed notes and letters to others (assuming they were ones they wrote over the summer that they hadn't sent out).

Walking through a small hallway, I found myself standing in front of a small compartment which sat the young girl I saw at Flourish and Blotts. Alone. Not with that Weasley boy or Potter, like she was at the shop.

"Hi." I gave off a small wave to try and get her attention out of the books, "Are you alone?"

She looked up from the books, "I shouldn't be. My friends should've been here when the train left the station."

"Your friends are Harry Potter and that Weasley kid, right?"

She looked up at me, "How'd you- Oh! You're that girl, aren't you!"

"What?" I asked.

"The one from Flourish and Blotts," She rummaged through the books and papers she had laying on the seat next to her, "The one who was hanging around Malfoy."

"Oh. Yes." I spoke, "My name's Melody, by the way. Melody-"

"-Snape." She completed my sentence, "Professor's Snape's-?" She paused, rummaging through the papers some more.

"-daughter."

She looked back towards me, "I didn't want to think about your relations to Snape, but I can actually see it. Your eyes, though. There's something familiar about them, but I can't seem to-" Her voice trailed off. A puzzled look spread across her face.

"I'm sure most people wouldn't expect my father to have had a daughter." I told her, "Thank God for Malfoy, otherwise I would've been completely isolated growing up."

"He had to keep you isolated, though, correct? Due to the circumstances."

"Circumstances?"

"Voldemort-" Her eyes jotted behind me before she handed out a handful of old Daily Prophet articles towards me, "You were all over the papers, like Harry Potter. I guess you would be as famous as he was if they knew who you were."

I pushed the articles back towards her. I've seen them, obviously. At the Malfoys' when I was young. They all stated how only one child was found at Godric's Hollow; how Voldemort must've taken one under his wing. The baby, being just a few months old, had disappeared from the house that night. Almost as if Voldemort turned the young child into dust. He didn't, obviously, but it never stopped all of the Wizarding World to create such theories about it. "I don't need these to tell me about what happened that night."