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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1. Obliviate? Oh, please!

"Tegan" Mr. Blank motioned for me to hang back. I raised my eyebrows at him. I knew what was coming next, another warning.

"This is getting inappropriate, Mr. Blank" I mock whispered, making my friends burst into laughter behind us. Mr. Blank flushed red, and pulled uncomfortably at his collar.

"I know you have a thing for me" I continued, putting on my best innocent voice. "But I think it's best to keep our relationship discrete whilst in school, don't you think?"

Mr. Blank's eyes widened, and began stuttering as he usually did when I teased him.

"I was only going to say...I don't...you're a child for heavens sake!"

I pulled out a box, wrapped with the help of Zoe and tied with a bow.

"This is for you, Mr. Blank..." I slipped the 'present' into his coat pocket, and smiled. "A token of our love"

Mr. Blank looked like he was about to faint. I turned around strutted back to my friends.

"Sucker" I presented his wallet, complete with ID, money and many, many credit cards.

"How..?"

I grinned.

"Never keep your wallet in your pocket when Tegan Asher's around"

"You're amazing" Josh said, as I high-fived the others.

"We're gonna show that school how Draymount Academy does things" I said, fingering through the cards eagerly.

"Sounds like a dull place anyway, bunch of goody-two shoes"

"When we're done, they'll wonder why they ever wore shoes"

The line moved up, Mr. Blank and Ms. Poppers glancing at permission slips and waving people onto the bus. What a joke. We had done this three times this year, visiting other schools that were deemed 'shining examples' for wild ones like us. Draymount Academy was the seventh school I'd attended, due to trouble following me around like those stupid owls that I seem to attract. It was a place for 'delinquents' like me. Hey, I didn't care. At least this school meant I could live there, instead of some crappy foster home. At least I fitted in here.

"Your permission slip, Tegan"

I threw the piece of paper at Ms. Poppers. My guardian was 'the Balloon', the social worker who got to order me around, get paid, and then satisfy her chocolate addiction. Her signature was as irritating as she was, and as bloated too.

"Get in the bus, students. Do not set fire to anything, please!"

 

 

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