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?

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20. Nox, like a boss

"Is that it?" Daphne asked, as we waited for something dramatic to occur. The only thing that had changed was the liquid I has just pulled my head out of, which had morphed from a brick-red to a deep purple-black. We both stood, waiting.

"Maybe it has already worked" I said, my voice monotone. I felt a wave of nausea wash through me. Suddenly, I couldn't take being in the office anymore.

"Come on, let's go"

Out in the corridor, Professor McGonagall was waiting for us. Or so I had thought, before I saw the suspicious look present on her face.

"Girls, what were you doing in Dumbledore's office?"

We looked at each other. Should we tell her what just happened?

"We read the letter you gave us" Daphne said, making the decision for us.

"Oh, really, Ms. Greengrass? And what letter would that be?"

Daphne stared intently at her, trying to decipher the situation we had been put in. And then it clicked. This was the past being rewritten. We never received a letter. McGonagall never brought us to Dumbledore's office.

The spell had worked. Everything had changed.

"We got lost" I said hoping Daphne would roll with it.

"Lost? Really? In your fourth year in Hogwarts?"

My mouth fell open. Four years? In this rewritten past I had been here four years?

"And you, Ms. Greengrass, should know better. How would Professor Snape react to one of his prefects wondering around the school?"

Daphne did not seem phased by this, so I assumed that she was already a prefect. That being said, I was also assuming a prefect meant the same in Hogwarts as it did in the outside world. Although with this schools odd vocabulary, it could mean anything.

"I know this is hard. It's hard on all of us. But we can't let the structure of Hogwarts rot to the ground the minute our Headmaster is gone!" She said it with such indignation that I found myself nodding in agreement. She was convincing herself as much as us.

"We better go to our common room, Professor McGonagall. They'll be looking for us"

She nodded, not really listening to the words. Daphne walked ahead. I didn't know what to do, the woman was obviously overwhelmed with grief. Looking back on it, I did what I usually did when times were tough.

"Hey, at least we all know who has the classiest beard in heaven now, right?"

She had a look of utter disgust on her face.

"Sorry, humour is my way of dealing with stuff"

And then she said it. The short three words that sent shockwaves through my body. It was like ice pulsing through my veins.

"It's okay"

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Is it?

Because it was what she said after those two words that shook me to the core.

 

*******

One thing about living in a crowded foster home is that you learn to appreciate time on your own. Unfortunately, that was a luxury I never got at home.

When I was thirteen, I was in with the 'wrong' crowd. The kind of kids that you locked your doors when they walked past your house. It was them I went to my first club with. I forgot the names of the people that I hung out with, but I never forgot the feeling of being in a crowded club. The only word I can use to describe that feeling, surrounded by people but completely detached, is 'perfect'. I was at home in among the dancing bodies, we were all one. Just a messed-up collection of breaths and heartbeats. Because that's all we are really, aren't we, a breath and a heartbeat?

I knew that's exactly where I needed to go, as soon as she said it. I just ran. Ran to the common room, pushed past Draco, grabbed my usual gear, and bolted.

And then I was there.

I felt bodies pressing up against me as I tried to manoeuvre my way through the crowd. A suffocating cloud of artificial smoke attacked from all sides, competing with the loud, attention-seeking strobe lights. I embraced it. I welcomed the aggressive pulse of the music, the intensity of the beat weighing down on me. I was plunging into the darkest parts of my mind, immersing myself in everything and anything and nothing and everything. That doesn't even make since, does it? Doesn't matter. I had departed this world, this life. My thoughts and memories and beliefs and views all rolled into each other, tumbling along my nervous cells and down my......... Down, down, down, down...

Uh. The boom-boom-boom from the DJ box vibrated off my skin. My breathing began to slow down and quicken at the same time, corresponding to the beats infiltrating my body. My heart began beating, faster, faster, FASTER. Everything was alive and beautiful and alive and living and in full blast. The colours sharpened, the beats pierced my veins. I felt so alive. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. A burning fire lit in my stomach, igniting my bones, quickly spreading to my senses. I was in love. I was alone. I was on top of the world. I was in the deepest of sombre depressions. I was everything I ever wanted to be. I was nothing, a space filled, that was all.

I felt my little black dress clinging to me, the mascara heavily coated on my lashes. My blonde hair tumbled down my back, a shocking contrast to the scarlet lipstick on my lips. I saw them watching. I swayed to the music, rolling my head back and forth. Girls threw glares at me, jealousy enveloping them. I shook my head. Be enveloped by life. Be enveloped by music. Not jealousy, rage, envy. Jealousy, rage, envy. Rage, envy, jealousy. Realousy, jenvy, age. I laughed.

Then I stopped. I touched my cheeks, which were wet. Why were they wet? Why? WHY? Like a child having a tantrum. But I was a child. A child of freedom and a slave to the road. They were tears, I was crying. I was crying in a mini dress in the middle of a crowded club. Tears upon tears. The once intrigued, admiring looks were now ones of disgust. I felt sick. I vomited. I felt sad. I cried. I felt irrevocably, stupidly, beautifully, deliriously happy. I laughed and danced and laughed and danced.

And then I stopped.

I was done.

I had experienced every emotion and feeling I possibly could, every one I needed to experience.

And I was finally exhausted.

But I had to have that one last night as Tegan Asher.

For one last night, I had to do a Tegan on it.

Before she was well and truly gone forever.

I stumbled to the exit, emotionally and physically exhausted. A small voice at the back of my head, the only rational cell in my body, told me this was some sort of weird side effect of the spell. Like I was getting everything out of my system.

I wanted to go home. Now. But how? I didn't even tell Daphne where I had gone, I just ran. I didn't think I could barely stand, let alone walk to some form of transport. I felt my legs buckle. And then suddenly, I was on my feet, the weight taken off. I looked to the strange person supporting me.

"I'm not Tegan anymore" I said, obviously still in my crazy mode. "The spell worked. I'm a new person now"

"What are you talking about, Tegan? Come on, let's get you home"

I struggled weakly, but then my brain made a miraculous connection for the state it was in. The voice was someone I knew. The voice was Draco Malfoy.

The spell had worked, I had thought. When I had come out of the office, Professor Mcgonogal had greeted me as my new identity. The one I chose for myself. I completely lost it then, and I ran. My whole life had just been ripped away from me, right there.

So how could Draco know me as Tegan?

And then it hit me. The 'connection' Dumbledore had mentioned. Voldemort would not be affected by the spell, Daphne wouldn't either. But I hadn't thought Draco and I had had that strong of an attachment, considering we only knew each other for less than a month.

Draco Malfoy knew who I was.

Who I really was.

Who I would never be again.

I left the club.

And left Tegan Asher behind.

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