Chapter 8: Future
October 21st, 1975
"Miss Avery, I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you here." McGonagall stated, crossing her arms as she sat at her desk, cooly surveying the girl in front of her.
"Whatever it is- I didn't do it" Abellina held her hands up in defence, an easy grin sliding across her face as she leant back in her chair and began rocking on it, completely ignoring the scowl on her professors face.
"We both know that would be a lie but regardless of whatever you have done then that is not why I requested your presence."
"Oh?" At this Abellina leant forwards a little, crossing her legs beneath the desk and resting her arms on the side of the chair.
"I must admit that I'm rather disappointed in you." For a moment McGonagall thought the young girls was about to either laugh or yell but then her face completely crumpled and her eyes landed on the floor.
"Yeah, well, what else is new?" She muttered bitterly, kicking the desk with her foot so it made a loud thunk sound. McGonagall raised her eyebrows briefly before sternly replying.
"What makes you say that, Miss Avery?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know- that is the general reason that I would ask such a question."
"Forget it-"
"No, I will not forget it- we will not continue with this conversation until you clarify your meaning. I feel that I must also inform you that I have no further classes today and do not object to discussing this all afternoon." For a few minutes Abellina paused, swing her leg back and forth resulting in occasionally kicking either herself or the desk as she blinked away the tears that were forming.
"Everyone expects me to be this person. Everyone expects me to laugh and smile and stand up for myself but I can't. I can't do what everyone expects of me and i'm so...I'm so fucking tired of trying but as soon as I say I'm not okay then people don't know what to do because they just expect me to be fine." Abellina angrily swiped away at the tears which now ran freely down her face as she cautiously raised her head to face the older woman. It was a testament to McGonagalls admiration of the girl that she chose not to acknowledge her use of language.
"I don't think that's quite true...I think the only person expecting anything of you is yourself" McGonagall drew in a shaky breath and considered her next words before speaking "I am aware of your current home situation Mis- Abellina."
"Yeah...daddy was a death eater. Charming. What an excellent role model."
"That doesn't mean he didn't love you very much. He attended Hogwarts at the same time as me. He was always a very quiet student although...similarly to your mother he was unfailingly kind. I believe that whatever he ended up doing was done out of love and in order to protect you."
"You knew my mother?"
"Very well, she was a Hufflepuff almost 6 years below me. I knew her through my position as head girl."
"What was she like?"
"Just like you, actually. She was the most mischievous student I knew yet somehow she always avoided being caught but she was also the most generous. She never stood for anything that wasn't fair or moral. You have the same smile as her, the same twinkle in your eyes as well."
"What was her name?"
"Clarissa Carrow. Her family almost disowned her for being a Hufflepuff but her sister, Diana whom I believe you are currently living with argued strongly in her defence. Now, to address the matter of which i called you here for."
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Fanfiction"James Potter" He wiped his hand on his robes before holding it out to her, his cockiness almost infectious as Abellina took it tightly, smirking back at him.- and that's where it all started, a simple coincidence led to the story of a life time.
