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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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After what happened last school year, Melia was sent home earlier than the others. Sirius' death was taking a toll on her, but a small one. She tried to shove it to the back of her head. She was almost more worried about Lucius and Draco. Melia wanted to believe that she was more worried about them so she didn't have to think about his death. The Weasleys were a little worried about her but didn't do anything.
"Remus?" Melia says as she walks towards him on the sofa and sits down beside him. She turns so she's facing him completely. He puts down his book to look at her. "My parents' house is still intact, right? So it's possible to go there and it's just like it was before?"
"Yes, it's intact. But I don't recommend going there. There is always Death Eaters nearby."
"Let's go then!" she says and gets up from the sofa.
"Didn't you hear anything I just said?"
"I did, but I'm a Death Eater too. So if there is anyone there, they wouldn't dare do anything!" Remus rubs his temples before walking with her outside. But not before telling Molly where they're going. He grabbed her arm lightly and apparated outside her childhood home. The house brought back many memories when she saw it. And it was just as she remembered it.
It was a big house with three floors. The house was the same colour as the Malfoy Manor, but it was smaller than the Manor. Around the house was a high hedge surrounding the house. They went inside and saw the big entrance when they came in. The house was completely clean and it looked like someone had been living there. Then Kreacher, the Black family's house-elf suddenly appeared.
"Kreacher?"
"Yes, Mistress. I have been taking care of your house so it's ready when you came back. Can I take your coats?" Melia smiles at the elf and gives him her coat before walking towards her father's office. She sits down at his desk and runs her finger over it. No dust comes on her finger. He really has been taking care of the house. She opens one of the drawers and takes out a worn notebook and turns to one off the pages. The page had her father's handwriting. She smiled at it. His handwriting was beautiful and Melia had always envied her father's handwriting. Then she took out a piece of parchment and started writing.
'Dear mom and dad,
I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write to you sooner, but I've had a hard time finding out how to do it. And now I have finally found it. It's been three years since I left and so much has happened.
Melia started writing about everything that has happened in the three last years.
I miss you both and I wish I could see you again, but the spell wore off and I don't know how to get back to your universe. I hope you're doing alright.
Take care and thank you for everything you have done for me!
