Lucinda Evans - still in progress

Prologue

They say he Who-must-not-be-named saved me. That he saved me from my parents. That my parents would suppress my abilities or keep them all for themselfs instead of sharing them with the rest of the Wizard World. 

The people who told me this are the Malfoy's.

I live with them now. And let me tell you, it's a hell. I can't do anything or it is wrong. When I was little I used to play with Draco and Mer, when she came along, or just play with magic. But Lucius always said it's wrong and that I scare his wife. So nowaday I just read. I read all day in the library of Malfoy Manson.

My name? Easy, that is Lucinda Evans. I turned 14 this summer and this year will be my fourth at Beauxbatons.

I know this year there will be a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. Mr Malfoy made sure that I would be one of the privileged students to go but he said I'm not allowed to enter the Tournament. It would be too dangerous for me and he said it would be a loss for the entire Wizard World if my abilities got lost. However, Draco can do as he pleases. It's so unfair.

Mr Malfoy always makes stupid rules for me while Draco is allowed to do whatever he wants. And if something goes wrong, I get the blame. So unfair.

But hey, that's life.

I'm not alone in this situation. Merope Callisto Black, better known as my best friend Mer, was also 'saved' from her parents and raised by the Malfoy's. She goes to the same school as I do and is also selected to go to the evenement of the Triwizard Tournament. 

We didn't know it yet but our lives were about to change. I can feel something big is about to happen.

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I'm running through the garden. I'm chasing some birds. I almost got the green one when I trip and fall into a puddle of mud. Ew!

I look up and see the super annoying Draco above me with a stupid smirk on his stupid face.

Gosh, he irritates me!

"Lucinda, how many time do I have to tell you a lady does not run. No wonder you tripped and fell. But I have to say it is quite entertaining seeing you in the place where you belong; beneath me on the ground in a puddle of mud. Yes, quite entertaining it is."

I give him a death glare and rise of the ground.

"How sweet. You know my father doesn't like it when you look at me that way. He will hear about this and then you will be punished for it," Draco threatens me.

"Go ahead. I don't care anymore. If you don't tell him, he'll find another reason anyway," I try not to sound scared.

"I know, but it's much more enjoying if I'm the reason you get punished," he says again with one of his stupid smirks on his still vexatious face.

And he is supposed to be my 'new brother'. Cheese, don't make me laugh!

"Draco! Lucinda! Dinner's ready," I hear Mrs Malfoy shout from the manor.

"My, my. She will be angry when she sees you this way," Draco says laughing before he runs to the house.

I sigh because it's true. Mrs Malfoy is the only one who is friendly to me. Well, except Dobby but he's an elf that doesn't count. I sigh again before I run in the direction of the manor.

"Lucinda! What have you done this time?" I hear Mrs Malfoy cry out when she sees me. "Go get changed quickly before Lucius sees you. Merope, go help her!"

Merope and I run upstairs and change as quickly as possible.

"There you are, nuisance. You're late for dinner, again," Lucius grumbles.

We quickly take our seat at the table. I look down and take my place at the table.

"Why are we the one who need to take care of them?" he complains to his wife. "At least tomorrow you will be gone for the rest of the year,"

I almost forgot. Tomorrow it's 1 September. The start of a new year at school. Draco is starting at Hogwarts. Mr Malfoy didn't want us attending the same school as his son, so Mer and I are going to Beauxbatons Academy in France.

We've been practising our French the entire summer so we at least understand something of what they're saying. Mer smiles at from across the table. I bet she's thinking about all the pranks she wants to do when we arrive. I smile back.

Tomorrow can't come fast enough. I can't wait to get out of here.