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'𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.'
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Camellia Withlock never expected to be a witch like in...
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Remus comes out of his office, Harry at his heels. "Hello, Melia," he smiles sadly at her. "Or should I say goodbye?"
"I know we will see each other again soon, so I think a 'see you later' will be best." Remus chuckles before stepping closer to her and hugs her. He looks at her one last time before walking out of the room. Harry walks up to her and stands beside her. They both begin to walk towards the great hall after a few minutes.
"How come you trust him more than me?" Melia doesn't answer and just smirks at him.
"I think you have been hanging around Malfoy too much," they both burst out laughing.
"Don't you have that meeting with Dumbledore now?" Melia stops and looks wide-eyed at him. "You forgot, didn't you?" she nods her head and gives him an apologetic look before running towards Albus' office. Harry chuckles.
She runs up the stairs and catches her breath before knocking on the door. She pushes the door open and sees that he is accompanied by both Severus and Minerva. Melia smiles at them and takes a seat at the usual chair.
"We have decided that you will be staying with the Malfoy's this summer. You'll be going with Draco Malfoy and then Mr and Ms Malfoy will pick you up back in London." I can't remember reading anything about something happening at the Malfoy Manor this summer, so I think it's safe.
"Okay," she says with a small smile.
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"You're going to stay with the Malfoy's? At their house?" Ron exclaims.
"No, in their boat. Of course, their house!" Hermione counters.
"They have a boat?" The girls roll their eyes. They begin to talk, but Melia can't concentrate on what they're saying.
I can't believe it's already been a year. A year since I met Draco Malfoy, got left in Diagon Alley by the same person, meeting the golden trio and going to the burrow, getting sorted in Gryffindor and learning new things every day. A few months ago, I finally learned more about my parents and me. And a few weeks ago, Sirius was "free", and Harry finally knows the truth about him.
Back in Oslo, I used to imagine being friends with the golden trio. Sitting in the great hall eating and laughing with them. Doing things were not supposed to without getting in trouble because Harry is Harry Potter.
And what I never thought of imagining was him. His stormy grey eyes and that smile he only shows to me. Yes, he's mean to Harry, but I know the reason he acts like that. And in this version of the story, I'm part of that reason. My disappearance.
Melia spots someone's on their way out of the great hall and immediately gets up and walks towards him.
"Where are you going?" Harry asks. Hermione nods her head towards Draco who's waiting for her by the door. When she arrives by his side, he snakes his hand around her waist, and they walk together.
"Hey, love."
"Hey, handsome."
"Oh, get a room already," Blaise Zabini says from beside Draco.
"Piss of, Blaise."
"Wow, okay. Choosing your girlfriend over your best friend."
"Were not together," they both say at the same time.
"Ha, good one. How long did it take you to get that line perfect?" both of them try to walk away from him, but he follows. "Hey, I wasn't joking. I want to know!"
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The group of four was sitting on the train. Melia didn't know whether or not she should be nervous or excited. She hadn't been in the Malfoy manner since she was eight, even though she doesn't remember it. How will they act towards her? What if they hate me? No, why would they invite me to stay with them if they hated me? They stepped on to the platform when the train had stopped.
Ron walks up to Melia, "If anything happens then you're welcome at ours. You don't have to stay with them."
"I chose this myself, Ron," she says while hugging him back. She hugs the other two before Draco comes and drags her away. She says goodbye to them one last time and walks with him to his parents.
"Mother, father," Draco says formally.
"It's good to see you again, my son," Narcissa tells her son. "And it's good to see you again, Camellia." She flinches at the mention of her name. Her smile falters. She hasn't heard that name in months.
"Mom," Draco says firmly. "Oh, I'm sorry dear. It's Melia now, right?" She nods her head and forces a smile. Then the four of them walked out of the station.
