Cordelia Lyra Malfoy had always been different from the rest of her family. Her family were blood-supremacists who tried to teach their views to their children. Cordelia never believed with their views and would be punished for it.
She never felt a...
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TW: Mentions of abuse and childhood trauma
TW: Mentions of abuse and childhood trauma
All of the students were eating in the Great Hall after the sorting ceremony had finished. Cordelia sat with her friends at the Hufflepuff table. She would occasionally look over to the Gryffindor table to see Fred looking at her. They would make eye contact and smile, with Fred winking at her, before returning to their conversations.
Cordelia and Fred had not spoken about their kiss, but people could see that there was something different about the two. They would blush and smile more when they caught the other's eye, and the flirting escalated. On occasion, they would hold each other's hands.
Neither teen knew what this meant. Did it mean anything? Were they just friends, or were they something more? Were they together? Did Cordelia want it? Did Fred? Both Cordelia and Fred knew what they wanted, but they didn't know what the other was thinking. All of these questions constantly flooded both of their minds during the last few days.
Cordelia looked cool and collected about the situation, but she did wonder why Fred never brought it up and she was starting to have her doubts. She wondered if she had done something wrong, or maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he regretted the kiss, or maybe the kiss showed him that he didn't really have those feelings.
Cordelia tried not to think about those thoughts as she listened to Dumbledore's usual beginning of the year speech, when it was interrupted by the atmosphere in the hall quickly changing. The enchanted sky above their heads grew dark with storm clouds. Thunder roared, making students jump. A spark of lightning danced across the ceiling, causing students to duck.
A strange man with a walking stick, a peg leg, and a rotating glass eye used his wand to shoot a spell at the ceiling. The atmosphere changed back to normal and the stranger walked to the staff table.
"Well, that was cool," said Kiana as the three Hufflepuffs watched the strange man walk past them on his way to the front of the Great Hall. "Who is he?"
"Our parents know him. That's Mad Eye Moodyp," Cedric informed the girls. "He was a famous Auror. So many dark wizards are in Azkaban because of him."
Cordelia remained silent while she watched the rough looking man climb up the stairs to the platform where the staff table resided. Cedric's words replayed themselves in her mind, and she thought about her former family. When she was a little girl, she had overheard her former parents talk about family members who had been arrested when she was a baby. Narcissa's sister, Bellatrix, and her husband had been sent to Azkaban for their involvement during the Wizarding war. She couldn't help but wonder: Did Moody arrest them? Cordelia wondered if Lucius and Narcissa had involvement as well. Her mind wandered to the different possibilities of what they could have done and a shiver ran down her spine. Cordelia's body shook, as if it was physically trying to shake those thoughts away as she turned her attention back to the headmaster.
