The Slytherin Mudblood: Book 2

Chapter 1

NEW HOME, NEW PET

The drive back to my house was pure utter silence. Not a word was said to anybody about anything. I arrived at the house and stepped out of the car to be greeted by no one. I figured. I remembered the letter from my parents saying to not disturb them and pack up everything quietly like I wasn't even there. I hurried up the stairs and took a long look around the house knowing I would never see it again. I examined my room to get a general idea of how I wanted to organize everything. Time to start packing.

I pulled out large, expensive suitcases and luggage boxes. I folded all my t-shirts, jeans, shorts, pajamas, sweatpants, and other things. I packed up all my dresses, jumpers, and coats. I stuffed every single make-up product I had into little boxes, and threw all my jewelry into tiny plastic bags, and threw all those into the same box. I threw away all my electronics because I had no use for them in the wizarding world, they don't use Wi-Fi or technology. I shoved all my muggle reading books neatly into the rest of the boxes and taped them up. I had the nice servants carefully take them down to the car and I made my bed to present the room as neat.

I took one final look at my room, once filled with bright colors, toys, books, and so many decorations. It is now empty with nothing but a simple bed, a carpet, and boring furniture. I closed the door and headed down stairs trying not to cry.

At the foot of the stairs stood my mother, she was pale-faced and stood like a crooked mannequin. She spoke with disgust in her voice, "Once you are done and ready to go, I need you to leave Loafer here. He is considered mine and you took him without my permission. And I need you to sign this form here, permanently removing you from my will and about everything in my works."

She held out a clipboard and a pen, I signed the document and went to the car to retrieve Loafer, my pug. Deep down, I was going to miss her so much, but I had to act strong so I gave her Loafer with an expressionless face. I wish my favorite dog a good life, told her to never forget me, and left. Both watched me get into the car and drive off.

In the car, I broke down into a puddle of tears. I officially had no parents, no pet, no comfy bed, no food, no home, nothing of real importance. Roger offered a tissue to blow my nose and tried to calm me down. He told me if there was anything I needed, he'd be there. That cheered me up a bit to know that at least one regular muggle still cared enough about me.

I told Roger to take me to London where I found the Leaky Cauldron. It was a small black pub where witches and wizards could drink, hang out, and generally congregate in the area. The muggles never knew of this place. When I walked in with my things, I found the bartender. He greeted me with a, "Hello there, dear! Can I help you with anything?"

"I would like your most luxurious room, please," I answered, sweetly.

The bar suddenly grew quiet, as every witch and wizard in the bar turned their head in my direction. I was annoyed at their reaction so I yelled, "Can I help any of you? Go back to your drinks!"

They all turned their heads away continuing with their conversations. The bartender spoke quietly so as to not attract their attention, "Are you sure about that young lady? The expensive rooms cost ten galleons a night."

"Pish Posh," I said, reaching into my bag to pull out a large, black leather bag and dropping it onto the table. The coins inside were clacking and clicking with the drop.

He smiled at me and bent under the counter. Five seconds later, he came up and put down a small decorative metal key. The man pushed it in front of me while I handed him ten galleons. "Enjoy your stay, miss," he replied before I left. 

I grinned as I took the key and went off to find my room. Up the black creaky and wiggly staircase was a small hallway with multiple doors with golden room numbers on them. I found the correct room, room number six, and unlocked the door.

The room was spacious and had one, barely transparent, window. The room was covered in black wallpaper and there was a soft gray chair that was next to a grim, black fireplace. There was a rickety, wooden desk and an old, high-back chair. In the other room, the bed was big, queen-sized, and the sheets and blankets were soft and made of a very fine material. 

This was a really good room despite the dilapidated conditions of the pub itself, maybe it's neat because no one could afford the room. I set down my un-heavy things and went back downstairs for the bigger things. I couldn't use magic and certainly couldn't lift most of the boxes. I called out to the people in the pub, "Twenty galleons per piece of luggage of mine that you bring up to my room! Any takers?"

Six people stood up. I led them outside, where they and Roger helped bring up my bags and heavy boxes, luggage, and suitcases. I ended up paying them around one-hundred fifty galleons. I unpacked a few things that I needed and set the rest of my stuff in the corner of the room. 

My special Hogwarts clothes, books, supplies, and broom lay separate from the rest as I needed them to study. I sat in my bed thinking about my dog, Loafer. She was so sweet and kind, she cuddled me, kissed me, and laid on my lap when I was sad or depressed, or just needed someone to comfort me.

Then, I had a brilliant idea. I raced downstairs and got to my car, "Roger, can I bother you with one last trip?"

"Gladly, Victoria! You were a really great kid to drive around, you were always so sweet to me. Where to?" He cheered.

"The nearest pet store. Mom took Loafer so I need a new pet."

"Right on, Victoria!" He said.

We drove off to a nice little pet store, called Monsieur Carter's Pet Store. I walk inside and scan through the shop. Big dogs and cats, squirmy little hamsters and gerbils, calm bunnies, and hyperactive ferrets and dormant snakes. Nothing really appealed to me much, there were lots of animals I didn't like. 

Although snakes had interested me for a while since I became a Slytherin. I always found their patterns, fangs, movement, eyes, and hunting methods very peculiar and quite fascinating. I asked the kind owner to show me their large collection of snakes in the back. He warned me of the venomous snakes he owned.

I felt a grasp of interest when I passed a specific snake. It was staring at me. I tiled my head to get a better look at it but it moved its head sideways, like it was mimicking me. I turned my back and tilted it in the other direction, it followed suit. I asked to hold the snake but the owner was cautious, "I really don't think you should, however, he isn't normally this attracted to customers."

"I like him, he seems to follow my movements and he is quite pretty with his emerald green scales and his lightning yellow eyes."

"Vogel's Green Pit Viper, extremely venomous, but doesn't attack unless provoked. And especially rare, so I put it at seven-hundred euros," he said as he unlocked the cage.

I stuck out my hand below the snake to indicate a sort of peaceful friendship. The snake took my arm like a bridge and began slithering around my arm. He slithered back up to look straight at me. He had a fixed gaze on my eyes. The owner informed me that the exploring of my body is the snake's way of telling me it trusted me enough to touch me. I liked it so I said to the snake, "You are my new pet, Valentino."

Amazingly, it moved its head down and up, just like a nod of yes! I paid for the snake and also a large collection of food for it. I went back to the car and played with the snake the whole time while we drove back to the Leaky Cauldron, petting him with only my finger. I thanked Roger for everything he has done for me and he wished me luck on my journey. I took Valentino up to my room and set him down letting him explore my room. I let him be and went downstairs for a butterbeer.