"Awful things happen to wizard who've meddle with time, Harry."
Lily Potter had never given any thought to how different she was to the other parent-less children at the orphanage. Weird things would happen to her, but she never gave it much though...
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I stared into the frog like face of Professor Umbridge and felt Draco let go of his strong grip in me. I sighed, I got slightly scared when I had realized he had grabbed me so roughly, I think there will be a bruise.
"Oh, Miss Potter, will you kindly follow me to my office?" Professor Umbridge asked. I could smell her flowery, chemical perfume. It made my head hurt.
"Sure, Professor Umbridge," smiling at her kindly. She smiled back, reminding me of a frog that just ate a juicy fly.
"Follow me, dear," she said. she looked beside me, probably at Malfoy. "Good day, Mister Malfoy."
I began to follow her, thinking of the time at the orphanage that I felt trapped, as I did now.
I was climbing through the window of the orphanage's kitchen, the latch was broken making it the easiest to climb in and out of. A warm breeze from the furnace that heated the building greeted me. I shivered as my body adjusted from the frozen streets of London.
I began to sneak back to my room, I had planned out what floor boards squeaked and what ones didn't just so when I had to sneak out I wouldn't make so much noise. I made it to the stairs when i light turned on from behind me.
"What is going on here?" I turned to see Ms. Swung, clutching her latest bottle of cheap beer, half empty.
I swallowed, and didn't answer, she wouldn't listen to me anyway.
"Where you out whoring around on the streets again?" she asked, it was in the middle of the night, but I was simply attending a church group that met at night, it was full of people like me, in horrible situations.
"I am not a prostitute!" I said strongly, but I felt so weak.
"You know you are, you filthy slut," Swung said, hitting me with the bottle, spilling some of the nasty stuff on my face. "How the men want you, I have no idea."
I remained quiet, praying that my punishment wouldn't be so severe. I wanted to run, but I had no where to go.
The next day, I had to scrub the bathrooms with my own toothbrush. But, I didn't mind, I took hers when she wasn't looking and used that instead. Mine was perfectly fine, she would laugh whenever she say me using it after that, but I would inwardly laugh when I saw her using her's.
I always felt like Swung was always watching me, waiting for me to mess up. I got the same vibe from Umbridge.
I cautiously looked around Umbridge's office. There were several vases of dried roses, daisy, and poppies. I was slightly thankful that there weren't any lilies around. Each painted china vase rested on it's own lacy mat. Cat portraits on china plates hung on the walls, most bathing themselves and playing with yarn, others traveled between portraits.
"Sit," Umbridge told me, gesturing to an antique chair in front of her desk. "Would you like some tea?" asked Umbridge as I sat down.
"No, thank you," I said, smiling at her again. Kill 'em with kindness.
