Poisoned Promises

1: Tranfers and Arguments

•Alessia's POV•

"Mione, have you seen my black tights anywhere? I can't find them and mum said to ask you if you've seen them," I say as I walk into the bedroom Hermione and I shared.

The room was a little bigger than average, since it had to accommodate 2 people, and by just walking in you could see that the two sisters living there were not alike at all.

While Hermione's portion of the room had plain cream colored walls, mine were lavender and held many quidditch and Muggle posters.

There was also a desk, which Hermione sat in now, that was groaning under the weight of all the books and parchment she had aloft it.

There was no desk on my side, just a second table that had my hot pink laptop sitting on it.

Hermione turned to face me. "No Sia, I haven't seen your black tights, now can you please stop badgering me! I'm trying to learn just a few more spells so I can be prepared for school! You never know what's going to be on the exams!" She explains to me, bushy hair all tied up and away from her face, brown eyes exhausted.

I sigh, and after grabbing my laptop, I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Well, still left it a little open, Hermione hates that!

Sure enough, two seconds later...

"YOU COULDN'T EVEN CLOSE IT ALL THE WAY?? UGHHHH ALESSIA!!!" She shouted.

I giggled and ran down the rest of the white carpeted stairs, dark brown hair bouncing around my shoulders.

As I made it to the bottom of the staircase, I hear voices coming from our kitchen.

"Odd, who would be here at this hour?" I whisper aloud, glancing up at the clock above the fireplace on the beige living room wall. It was 9:00.

After dinner ended, I had played outside with Chester, my German Shepherd, and then I came inside later on to FaceTime Emelie like I usually do, then I messed around on Tumblr...

I was now seeing where all my time goes.

Tip toeing to the large white kitchen door, I peek inside and see none other than...

"MRS. WEASLEY!" I shout and rush in, and I see the kind plump woman turn around with a huge grin on her cherub cheeks.

"Oh hello Alessia! How's everything sweetie?" She wraps me in a hug and I beam. "Everything is all good all good, bout to start new lessons with Aunt Jasmine this week," I tell her.

"Um Alessia?" Comes my mothers voice.

Mrs. Weasley and I pull apart and I see my mom sitting on one of the wooden bar stools by the counter, seemingly teeming with news untold.

"Er, yes?" I say tenderly, choosing a bar stool to sit on myself. My brown eyes race around the room and I not only see my mom and Mrs. Weasley, but her husband and my dad too.

"Your Aunt Jasmine has been homeschooling you since you were 11, and you've come so far with your magic," My mother tells me, to which I nod.

"And that is why your father and I have been thinking...well, that this year...you should be allowed to go to Hogwarts with your sister," she finishes, and I can tell everyone is holding their breath, waiting to see my reaction.

I look around the room, to see if they're serious.

Father, tall and still built for a man of 42, with brown eyes and floppy dark brown hair, looks at me with an worried expression.

Worried I wouldn't want to go to Hogwarts? Are they mad?!

The Weasley's look like they know I'll decide for Hogwarts. They aren't even my actual family members and they know what I'd choose.

Finally, I turn back to look at mother.

Tall, slim figure, with long flowing brown hair and bright brown eyes that looked at me expectantly.

"Well there's only one thing I could say to that," I begin, and I feel everyone tense.

I break out in a wide grin.

"I'll go,"

•••

"WHAT? She's going to Hogwarts WITH ME?"

I've been in my room, packing, since it's decided that I will move in with my aunt for the week before school starts. Since she's a witch, I'll get to use my wand a lot more and really buckle down on spellwork.

I hear mother and father try to calm Hermione down and I feel a pang of sadness hit my chest.

What's wrong with me going to Hogwarts with her? What does she think I'll do? Completely blow her chances to take her exams? Doesn't she know that all I've ever wanted is to pursue a Muggle career in theatre anyways?

I angrily slam the top lid of my trunk shut and throw it beside my dresser before dropping onto my bed, face buried in pillows.

About ten or so minutes later, when I've sort of drifted to sleep, I hear Hermione come crashing in.

I try to keep still, hoping she'll think I'm asleep and not say a word to me.

"Whatever you're planning, just know it won't work," she hisses at me.

Okay that does it.

I sit upright, and face her, and she stares back at me.

"Okay, what did I do to you that made you so angry all of a sudden? Did you miss your period or something?" I snap.

She narrows her eyes and begins pacing her side of the room.

"Why did mum and dad agree to this? Why would they let you go? You-" but I cut her off.

"They are letting me go because they feel I can handle a school now! I'm not as shy anymore like I was years ago, my magic isn't so feeble it's stronger and you know for a fact how much I have wanted to attend Hogwarts. You got to go when you were 11! I am 15 and barely starting! Do you know what that's like? Picture it Hermione!" I shout, fury just mounting up inside me.

She just glares at me and breathes out.

"You're just going to get in my way there. I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. I have homework and classes,"

"Well guess what, you won't have to worry about me bothering you because when I get there, I'm not gonna have a sister," and I stomp out of the room, tears on the verge of pouring from my eyes.

"Alessia! Wait no I didn't mean to lose my temper I-" but I'm gone.

If she doesn't want me around, so be it. I could care less.

Right?