Lia Kim is in her fourth year when she finally returns to Hogwarts. She is received with open arms by everyone, expect her own house who fears her status and despises her alliances. Especially one particular Slytherin can't seem to stop bothering he...
It's been about two weeks and my father still hadn't changed his mind. I was definitely going to Hogwarts!
The incident with my brother went unmentioned as I was sure he would pull back once he heard how easily I got hurt. In my first year I had often gotten nosebleeds, broken my bones over stupid experiments in class or been sick for weeks to no end. All because my body couldn't handle the sheer impact Hogwarts had. It truly was a place magical like no other. My father had used it as an excuse to send me to my grandmother to get home schooled and although it wasn't a punishment I couldn't help but yearn for a place filled with people my age instead of house elves.
Even more surprising was when my father announced I'd be able to go to the Quidditch world cup. He had initially planned on going with my brother himself but work came in between and he gave his ticket to me. My brother had protested, and as expected, and said that I don't even care for Quidditch. He was right, of course, but I cared for cute boys in uniform so I might as well go and enjoy it.
Whenever summer time came around I found myself stuck in two worlds.
One where I and my brother would have to go to banquets of my father's colleagues. There'd rarely be kids my age and if they were they'd tell me about all the fun things I was missing out on in Hogwarts. Or they wouldn't talk to me at all.
"Blood traitor."
The year I went to Hogwarts and befriended the Harry Potter and his Gryffindor friends I was labeled as such.
My father didn't care for blood status, he himself being friends with the Weasleys, Diggorys, Lovegoods and even muggleborns, and therefore neither did I. Some of the rather close minded Slytherin students didn't really appreciate that as it was expected from me, since I came from such a highly respected family, to follow their narrow-mindedness .
The other world I found myself in was the exact world from which my fellow Slytherins expected me to keep away from. I'd run over the fields and reach the Weasley's house, always being welcomed with nice food and a general warmth.
Warm. That's how I would describe that world. Full of laughter and fun, of chaos and emotions. The Weasley's didn't know stone walls and banquets. They didn't know politics or peer pressure. They just knew how to love.
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Today was one of those days I could spent in my second world, together with Ron and Hermoine at the burrow.
It was then when I could finally tell them the great news.
"Guess who is going to the Quidditch world cup, oh, and back to Hogwarts this year," I asked smugly while we were making our way outside to eat. Mrs. Weasley had decided tonight they were going to have a Barbecue to celebrate their son Bill coming home.
"That's amazing!" Ron exclaimed, throwing his hands around my waist before picking me up and twirling me around.
"Jeez Ron, relax or you'll break her," Fred said. He and George were carrying the plates. I glared at them playfully and they stuck their tongues out at me.
