Voldemort's Granddaughter

Tegan was a rebel, a foster kid, kicked from home to home because of 'accidents' that kept occurring. Then in a shock revelation on a school exchange to Hogwarts, when an innocent prank goes wrong, Tegan is identified as a witch. Surprised, and relieved, Tegan begins to finally fit in. But the question still hangs, why didn't Tegan receive a letter? Was she just 'overlooked'? Or is there a much more severe reason for blocking her from her world?


7. Confundo, right?

It was dark. The room was sparsely furnished, its main features being the shadows that hung against the walls. There was a distinct smell of burning flesh. A high-pitched but authoritative voice rang out towards a cowering man.

"She needs to be safe, Wormtail. She is the only person I have left" 

"Yes, Master, I understand, Master"

"My entire happiness lies with her"

I opened my eyes. I was shaking all over. Everything was too bright, too white. I attempted to rise from the bed I was lying on, struggling to get up.
"Calm down, Ms. Asher. Don't get yourself in a tither now"
A woman was patting my forehead with a damp towel. She looked concerned. I had so many questions running around my already disoriented mind that I couldn't say anything. I just groaned.
"You're in the hospital wing, Ms. Asher. I am Madam Pomfrey, healer of the sick. You passed out on your way to Dumbledore's office"
I groaned again, the throbbing in my head making an appearance.
"You must have hit your head quite hard, Ms. Asher, because you have been in an awful state since. Tossing and turning like you were being tickled by a gargoyle!"
She chuckled to herself, squeezed the towel, and placed it on my forehead again.
"There, there. The Headmaster was very concerned, even left you a present for when you woke up..." She gestured to a basket of hexagonal shaped boxes. "Chocolate frogs, a childhood delight of mine!"
She repeated the drying and dampening of the cloth.
"Where is everyone?"
"In bed I should hope!"
I realized that the room wasn't in fact bright. It was only dimly lit by the candle on the table. Hospital beds lined the walls, only one other occupied by a boy clutching his arm and moaning.
"Don't mind Mr. Malfoy. He complains to compensate for the fact there's nothing wrong with him!"
There was a louder moan.
"Anyway, the headmaster requested to be notified when you had awoken. Stay in the bed and try not to move, dear."
She shuffled out of the room, her ridiculous hat flapping to and fro. There was another moan from the bed.
"Oh shut up, will you? No one's here to feel sorry for you"
The moaning stopped, and I could see the boy clearly. It was the white- haired boy who had nearly blown us to pieces. He raised his head to get a look at me.
"I suppose it's better you moaning than coming on to me"
"Don't flatter yourself, Muggle girl"
I was momentarily surprised at the quick response. Maybe he had better wits than I had thought.
"What are you in here for anyway?"
"Quidditch injury. Potter knocked me off my broom at this morning's match"
"I was about to dive for the snitch, and he flew past me. I fell nearly twenty feet!"
"He didn't knock you, just just fell!"
There was silence. Oh no, it seems I have offended him.
"You remind me of one of Potter's girlfriends, an insufferable know-it-all"
"Insufferable? Me? Never!"
"Oh you are"
I threw the damp towel at him.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"So, do you like this insufferable know-it-all?"
"Granger? You must be off your head. She's a filthy mud blood"
"What is your obsession with blood?"
"Pure- blood is the only kind of blood"
I paused.
"So you're a poor blood?"
"Of course. I have two magical parents. A half blood has one, and a mudblood has none"
"So you're judging your friends on their family trees?"
"Yeah, I guess so"
He looked defensive.
"Just because"
"We have words for people like you in the muggle world too"
"I know, 'royalty'"
"No. Ignoramuses"

The boy rolled his eyes.

"You call them flowers, I call them weeds"

"No self-respecting weed would grow in your garden"

"I think you'll find my weeds have a very boasting social status"

"Bet they're as ignorant as you"

"I highly doubt it"

I laid my head back against the wall and sighed. I couldn't process what had happened. I was walking behind Dumbledore down the corridor. I woke up in the Hospital Wing. What happened in between, I wasn't yet certain.

I heard the natters of Madam Pomfrey and saw the silver beard of Dumbledore. Now, it was time to get some answers.


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