Someone like me (A Harry Potter's Twin fan fic)

Chapter 2 Lucia Worlwood

It was almost 10 years since Lucia was left at the Worlwood orphanage with nothing except a note saying her name was Lucia. No last name, just Lucia.

“Girls, breakfast is ready in 10 minutes. No later.” Mrs Ratchel called to the girls in the room. She was a tall fair woman, with dark bronze hair. Today she was wearing a dark brown jacked, which she loved to wear outside.

“Are we going to the field? Are we going to go out?” The girls chimed together. A little girl, not 7 or 8 years old, came up to Lucia,

“What is the field?”

“The field is meadow, just outside the orphanage. Sometimes Mrs Ratchel takes us there” She smiled back, but in truth she was worried. She’d been to the meadow twice now; the first time she remembered the most. Something amazing happened, and someone saw it happen, and ever since they didn’t come near her. They were scared of her. They hated her.

“Hay you, stop talking to the freak, or she’ll curse you!”  The little girl looked shocked, not at Lucia, but at the other girl. She took hold of Lucia’s hand and everyone stared.

”You touched the witch!” Someone else yelled.

“You’ll be a freak too!” Another girl yelled.

“Beat the witch! Beat the witch!” Someone chanted. Some of the girls ran towards Lucia and started pulling her hair. Others started kicking her. She didn’t really understand why they did this, she didn’t do anything wrong. But she knew they’d stop soon. It wasn’t until she heard the little girl wail when she opened her eyes. She realised they stopped hitting her; she was covered in bruises and her whole body ached, but she was not about to let those hateful bullies hit that little girl, “Stop, sh-,” Someone kicked her in the side, “Please, sto-“  Someone kicked her again, “STOP!” She heard glass break and the other girls scream.

When she opened her eyes the room was empty, except her and the little girl. Lucia stood up; her chest screamed in protest and limped over to the little girl, “Are, are you okay?” The little girl looked up and smiled. Lucia frowned, “Did they hurt you?”

“No, you saved me.”

“What?”

“You saved me. You made the mean girls go away.”

“What, how?” Lucia tried to remember. She remembered getting hit and she remembered seeing the little girl get hit, but then… “No, no, that wasn’t me! I didn’t make the window smash! It wasn’t me! I’m not a freak!” Lucia started sobbing. She hated being different.

“You’re not a freak. I think you’re special.” Lucia looked at the girl. She looked honest, but Lucia had always been different. She didn’t hate the magic that made her special. She hated the way people treated her.

“I’m sorry I got you hurt. Do you need a hand up?” Lucia help the little girl get up and they walked into the hall. “You got a name?”

“My name is Mina. Mina, nothing.”

“Mina nothing?”

“I don’t have a last name.”

“I don’t really have one either. If you don’t have one, they name you after the orphanage. My name is Lucia Worlwood. Y’know, because this is Worlwood Orphanage.” Mina smiled and Lucia laughed. “Come on, we’re late for breakfast.”

The girls walked into the dining area and sat down at an empty table at the back of the room. After being called to get their food, Mrs Ratchel made an announcement,

“Girls, today, as you may well have guessed, we are going the field outside the orphanage grounds,” Busy, excited chattering filled the hall and Lucia smiled at Mina, who looked a little nervous. Lucia wondered if that’s what she looked like when she heard they were going to the field for the first time. “No bad behaviour will be tolerated. Anyone who misbehaves will never be able to go again and will be punished. We leave in an hour; that is all.”

Lucia was surprised that no one told Mrs Ratchel she broke the window, let alone that she could use magic. Maybe they were scared she would curse them or something. When they returned to their room they made up a story that someone broke in and tried to steal their belongings. Mrs Ratchel didn’t really believe it, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue. Lucia figured that was also why she didn’t mention the bruises she and Mina had, or why they were late.

Lucia inspected herself in a mirror. She had bright red hair and emerald green eyes. She was thin, thinner than she should be, but that was how most of the girls in the orphanage looked. She wore a red scarf around her neck and a black sweater underneath. The bruised on her face weren’t the ones she got today; they were from her previous beating. She fiddled with the scarf she wore a bit more and then left.

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So what do you think? I know it's a bit dark but I wanted you guys to get a feel of what it was like for Lucia in the orphanage.