Orphan, Aubrey Thomas was founded by Voldemort himself, before his powers were taken away from infant Harry Potter. Raised by Death Eaters, Aubrey is put into a mission to gain Harry Potter's trust to lend him over to the Dark Lord. Aubrey's hatred...
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AUBREY'S FACE CRINKLED with disgust watching a boy named Belby, slobbishly scarf down his food. She twirled her fork around her fingers, loosing her appetite quite quickly. The witch was tuning out the boring conversations Professor Slughorn was trying to make with his students. Aubrey glanced over at Hermione, who was uncomfortable under Cormac's intense glazes. The brunette glared at the bloke, making him advert his glaze to his plate of food. Hermione smiled lightly at the brunette, silently thanking her. Aubrey looked beside her, seeing Harry picking around at his food. She pursed her lips, wondering why he was quiet.
"So, tell me, Cormac, do you see anything of your uncle Tiberius these days?" Slughorn curiously asked, taking a bite of his food.
Cormac nodded. "Yes, sir," he said politely. "In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minister of Magic over the holidays."
The fake politeness of Cormac threw at the professor, made Aubrey want to roll her eyes. She hated guys like him-guys that were respectful toward adult figures, but disrespectful and total jerks to women.
Slughorn smiled with delight. "And what your uncle, Belby?" He turned to the boy who slurped down his food. "For those of you who don't know well, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything new?"
"I don't know," Belby shrugged, putting more food in his mouth. "He and my dad don't get along. 'Prolly cause my dad says potions are rubbish. His only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day."
Slughorn cleared his throat, a weary grin showcasing his face, before turning toward Hermione. "Miss. Granger, what exactly does your family do in the muggle world?"
"My parents are dentist," Hermione stated, looking around at the questioning looks of confusion from various people. "They attend to people's teeth," Hermione farther explained.
Aubrey and Harry shared a look of amusement. "Fascinating. And is that a dangerous profession?" Slughorn boasted.
"No. Although, one boy, Robby Fenwich, did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches," Hermione giggled, as Aubrey looked away in second-hand embarrassment.
"What about your parents, Miss. Thomas?" Slughorn asked, his glaze turning toward the brunette.
"My parents are dead," Aubrey bluntly said, as everyone's eyes looked horrified at the young woman, dropping their silverware on the plates.
"Oh, I'm so very sorry-" Slughorn started to apologize, but was cut off.
Aubrey chuckled a tiny bit, as everyone continue to stare. "Don't worry about it. I didn't know them at all. By the time I was one, they abandoned me and left me on a doorstep. I was founded by the Malfoy family, and they took me in as their own."
