Unexpected (Hp)

8. October 13th

  October 13th.

  This year the day after the full moon.

  This year the day Estelle had detention at 7. At least she thought she did, she also thought Professor Black was off his rocker.

  This year October 13th was the day Estelle turned 16.

  But 6 years ago on this day was the first day that Estelle had meant her mother for the first and last time.

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  Estelle had just turned 10 and unbeknownst to her current foster mom, she had finally found her biological mom.

  Estelle had always thought about her mum and dad, imagining them when life got a little too harsh. They lived together, happily, yet missing their daughter who had gone missing as they would never just give her up.

  They would live in a two story house, with large airy rooms and huge windows to let in a lot of light. Her mother and father would have a piano in the living room where they'd play lovely duets together every night. Her parents would dance together and teach her to dance. Her mother would sing, she'd have the most beautiful voice in the world and she'd hold performances where the audience would be on the edge of their seat the entire time and jump to their feet once she was done. They'd have a large yard to play quidditch in. And of course like every good family they'd have a dog, a big dog.

  Estelle imagined her mother to have a lovely heart shaped face with stunning blue eyes and dark hair, later imaging it to be red after meeting Hazel and seeing her stand in the sun. Her father would have dark hair too, black hair. His eyes would be brown and he'd be a silly but kind and loving man.

  Estelle had finally found her mum, Jean Lewis.

  The 10 year old approached the worn out looking apartment. The whole building was worn out, water could be heard running throughout the building, walls covered in dirt.

  Estelle approached the door and knocked.

  "Go away Jim, I ain't got the money." A scratchy voice called. It sounded unfriendly but Estelle was sure it'd be kinder once they met.

  She knocked again.

  This time the door opened.

  "Jim, I'll give you- oh..." A woman with stringy long blonde hair stood staring at the child who had knocked. Her brown eyes remained hardened. Her face was long and hollow. She looked unhealily thin and her blond hair seemed to be falling out in clumps from what Estelle could see.

  "Hello, m-my name i-is Estelle L-Lewis." Estelle stuttered out, an ailment that her foster mother and Durmstrang would beat out of her a year later. "I-I think y-you may be m-my m-m-mother." She ended it in a whisper, scared of what the woman would say.

  Jean Lewis's cold hard face became more stone like as the words left the black haired girl. "I left you at the hospital. I don't want you. Get out of here, the only reason you were born was cause he kept giving me money and I was too drunk of high to get to a clinic. If that horrible man wouldn't have given me all that money you wouldn't have been born, you ain't my problem."

  Estelle frowned at the response, not blinking so that no tears would escape.
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Him-? M-my f-f-father?" She questioned, slowly putting it together as her stutter worsened. "That idiot wanted you, paid for me to survive. I hated him though I mean it was just a drunk one night stand, I told him to get him to stop showing up at that same bar ever again but instead he told me he wanted to be a family." The woman sneered, recalling the nearly forgotten details. "I couldn't just get rid of you so after you were born I told him you were dead." She shrugged. " Don't go looking for him, he won't believe you, hell, I don't even remember that assholes name."