My Slytherin Boys

Chapter One

Maeve Gray POV

"Mum," I yell, walking through the front door of our small town home. "Mum, I'm home."

"My room," she yells back, a loud bang ringing throughout a couple seconds later. Taking the steps two at a time, I rush into her room, stopping in my tracks as I look into the disastrous room.

"What are you doing?" I ask her slowly, carefully walking into the room, the floor barely visible as I sit on the edge of her bed. "Seriously Mum, what the bloody hell?"

"That date that I had for later tonight, we moved it earlier, I need to leave in twenty minutes," she tells me, yanking at her hair as it stands up in all different ways. "I don't know why I agreed to this date."

Getting up, I maneuvered around the floor, grabbing his shoulders and shaking her slightly. "Because you need to get out of this house and the cafe mum, you need this date," I tell her. "I'll get your outfit and shoes, you fix this," I motioned at her face and hair.

Scrunching her nose at me, she nods her head, throwing herself on her stool as she turns to the mirror. Moving around the room, I throw all her clothes into a pile before going into her closet and pulling a summer dress out. Grabbing some sandals with a small heel, I placed it on the bed.

"Okay, I'm going to place my bags in my room, hurry up, you have ten minutes," I tell her, placing a kiss on her now neat hair before leaving her room.

"Thank you, I'll get you before I leave," she calls after me.

Shaking my head at her craziness, I grab my bag from where I throw it on the stairs. Throwing it over my shoulder, I walk into my room, flopping down on my bed, and letting out a deep breath.

My phone starts buzzing just as I close my eyes, groaning, I turn over on my bed, grabbing my phone to see my dad calling me. Picking up, I lay back down, "Hi Dad."

"You sound tired," he tells me, his voice sounding tired.

"Thanks, Dad, I appreciate your honesty," I tell him sarcastically. "What can I do for you?"

"I can't just call to check up on my daughter?" he asks, his tone matching mine.

"No, no you can," I tell him. My door flings open, and Mom walks in twirling in her dress.

"What do we think Maeve?" she asks, flicking her hair over her shoulder. When she sees the phone against my ear, she apologizes. "I'm sorry." Mouthing to ask who I'm talking to.

"It's Dad," I tell her, showing her my screen.

"Hi Remus!" she yells.

"Tell your mother I say hi," he responds in my ear, a chuckle coming from his side.

I love my parents' relationship. Or the lack thereof is a better description. They wanted to be transparent with me, they were young and drunk in London and had a one-night stand. My mom was lucky enough that my dad left her his number and here we are seventeen years later.

"Mom, I think you look great but you're going to be late for your date unless you leave now," I remind her. Rolling her eyes, she plasters a grin before kissing my forehead and waving.

"Don't stay up too late, have fun, go out, it's Friday," she screams, closing my door as she hopefully gets out of the house.

"She's right you know," my dad tells me, "you need to go out, explore a little. You live in London sweetheart."

"I'm okay," I tell him, pulling the blanket up to my chin. "Plus I have a test next week that I need to study for."

"Remus, who are you talking to?" I hear my stepmother ask from the phone.

"Maev-" Before my dad can even finish saying my name, I hear him groan and shuffle as Tonks takes over the phone call.

"Hi lovely," she tells me. "How are you? How is your mother? School going good?"

"Hi, Tonks!" I squeal, smiling at her million questions. "I'm good, Mom's good too, going on a date tonight and school is well it's school."

"How is little Teddy?" I ask.

"Not so little, and taking after you for getting into trouble at school," she snorts. "Your dad is making a face because I took you away from him, so I'll give you back. But please come visit soon, or let me come visit you. School is about to go back in so your dad will be away most days."

"We'll plan it out," I tell her. "I'll see you soon, love you."

"Love you, sweetheart," she calls out as more shuffling happens.

"I'm back Maeve," my dad says into the phone. "But she's right, you need to come to visit, it's been a couple of weeks and you need to practice."

"I promise, maybe next weekend," I tell him.

"We'll plan for next weekend," he replies.

Silence fills the line for a couple of seconds.

"I miss you, Dad," I whisper.

"I miss you too sweetheart," he replies. "I'm being called, you okay if I hang up?"

Wiping the tear that rolls down my cheek, I nod my head, "Yeah Dad. I love you, I'll see you next week."

"I love you too," he replies before hanging up.

Turning over in my bed, I stare at the top drawer of my dresser. It's like it's calling to me like my body needs to get up and grab it from the top drawer. Getting up from my bed, I sit on the edge, my legs swinging as I continue staring at the top drawer.

Finally going against my better judgment, I get up, open the top drawer, and pull out the box that sits by itself. Sliding behind my desk, I place it in the middle, staring at it.

Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms and continue staring at it. I shouldn't open it, I shouldn't grab it, I'm not allowed to do it here so I shouldn't touch it. I need to go see Dad, I need to practice.

My phone rings from my bed, stretching back, I grab it, groaning when I see Harry's name flashing on my lock screen. Picking it up, I lean back into my chair, still staring at the box, "what's up?"

"You learn more English the more you spend at that school," Harry retorts.

"My bad, what can I do for you?" I ask, kicking my feet onto the edge of the desk.

"I heard you're coming to Uncle Moodys next weekend," he tells me.

"I told him that twenty minutes ago," I exclaimed. "How could you already know what I just planned?"

"He was headed here, I just stepped away from everyone to call you," he tells me, a door shutting on his side of the line. "You want to come over and have a movie night? I could help you practice a little bit."

"Yeah that's fine," I tell him, not focusing on the rest that he says, rain starting to sound outside of my bedroom window. "Harry, I have to go," I hung up the phone.

Grabbing the box, I sit on my bed, scooting next to my window. Throwing my curtains open, I smile at the lightning that strikes above the tall buildings around us. Placing the box on my lap, I finally open the top, my fingers gliding over the wand that sits on top.

Holding it in my hands, I twirl it between my fingers, smiling at the buzzing feeling that runs through my body. Continuing to twirl it through my fingers, I look at the envelope sitting on top.

Slowing my movements, I reach out to touch the broken seal on the envelope.

Hogwarts.

The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The school my dad begged me not to attend, to simply ignore the letter.

The school that I desperately feel like I need to go to. 

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!! Lots of love 🫶🏼