The Diary of a Magical Muggleborn

I was minding my own business one day at home, sipping my favorite lemon tea, when the strangest thing happened. An owl flew in through the open window and dropped a piece of parchment onto the couch beside me. Startled, I broke the red seal on the envelope and read - what? I was reading a letter from Hogwarts. And I had been accepted. It was time to say goodbye to my boring muggle life and say hello to the life of a witch! But there was one catch - I only had a week to show that I was capable of magic. Because this was part of a new experiment - an experiment to see if there really is magic in each and every one of us, muggle or wizard.


8. Lucky

"What the hell..." I whispered, liking the kiss more than I had expected. I pulled back a little bit to look at him, and then leaned in to kiss him back. He let me, and then we continued to study for a little while before we ended up snogging. We must have been together for about an hour; I lost track of the time. But next thing I knew, a third year named Jasmine Hardy was tapping the two of us on the shoulder. Afraid it was Hazel or Isabelle, I shot away from Malfoy, blushing. Jasmine laughed.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone that Malfoy here's into first years, if that's what you're worried about, " she promised, still laughing. "Just watch it. You're lucky it's me that came back first and not Hazel, Scorpious."

But obviously we weren't that lucky. As Jasmine left for the dormitory and Malfoy wrapped his arms around me again, Hazel and Linus walked into the common room. Not seeing them, he kissed me, but I pushed him off just in time for Hazel to backhand him on the back of the head and scream at him. I ran up the stairs and rushed into bed, worried what Hazel might do to me if she found me awake - or even what she would do to me while I slept. 

Tuesday morning came too fast, bringing with it memories of the odd night before. At first, everything seemed normal; the mail owls swarmed into the Great Hall during breakfast, with nothing for me, and my first three classes went by much as they had the day before. 

That day, I didn't have Potions as my fourth class. I was to go to a flying lesson with Madame Hooch. Normally, I would have been disappointed to miss my favorite lesson, but I saw it as an excuse not to see Malfoy and the others. But, just my luck, I had the lesson with all the other Slytherin first years - all of whom knew about Malfoy and I'd snogging, thanks to Hazel. When I arrived near the greenhouses, they all made kissy faces at me, to the dismay of an already struggling Madame Hooch. 

"Come now, first years! Stop it, stop it already! I've had about enough of this gossip!" she directed, raising her arms angrily. The other students stopped, but I still caught an occasional kissing sound, usually followed by a snicker. 

The rest of the flying lesson went well, a contradiction to the rest of my day and my previous attempt at flying. I had trouble getting off the ground at first, but Madame Hooch showed me how to hold the broom just right so that I didn't turn myself in the wrong direction. By the end, I was one of the better flyers. 

I skipped dinner that evening, although I could have really used some of the mouthwatering foods to pick up my mood. The flying lesson had helped me to feel a little bit better, but I was still nervous about facing Malfoy again, and about dealing with the wrath of Hazel. It turned out that my plan to avoid them by missing supper was a huge mistake.

Rounding the corner towards the dungeon staircase, I was met by Hazel, Isabelle, Linus, and a few other second years who I didn't know. 

"Filthy mudblood, you stay away from Scorpious! He doesn't like you, anyway, he's just teasing!" spat Hazel, advancing towards me. I tried to turn and run, but Isabelle stood behind me, arms folded over her thick chest. As I spun back around to face Hazel, she shoved me backward onto the cold floor. Expecting to be berrated by punches and kicks, I curled into a ball in the middle of the circle of second years. 

"Pathetic," laughed Hazel hysterically. I opened my eyes to see her pull her wand out of her robes and point it directly at my heart. 

"I know spells that you'll never know, mudblood," she whispered cynically, leaning closer to me. "And us purebloods will always be better than you!" With that, she rose up, fixing her snakelike green eyes on my shivering body. Whipping her wand upwards, she whispered, 


I've never been in so much pain in my life. My body, contorted as if shoved into the smallest box, began to pulse violently. I felt as if my insides were on fire, and my skin was freezing off. I could feel myself bending in all sorts of directions, but I couldn't control any part of myself. Suddenly, a sensation like a thousand knives tearing into my abdomen went through me, and I screamed in pain. After that, I blacked out.

I woke up groggily in a soft bed, a white sheet draped around me and a small wooden table next to me. On the table sat a card that read, 

Hey kid,

Get well soon! We'll be up to see you as soon as we find out what happens to that whacko Hazel and the others! Thanks for getting rid of her, kid. Way to take one for the team.

James & Rose 

I smiled, thinking about my friends. But then I started to shake, remembering how I had been tortured and blacked out. I realized now that this bed and this card weren't a dream; I was in the hospital wing. A nurse walked in and saw that I was awake. 

"How are you feeling? Are you alright? Does anything hurt? Are you numb?" she insisted, pushing me up while she fluffed my pillows and pulled the blankets tighter around me.

"I'm fine, I think," I croaked. "How long have I been here?"

"Two days," she answered. "You've been here since Tuesday," she added, realizing that I couldn't remember what day I had been attacked. 

Suddenly, I shot up in bed. The nurse started, thinking I was in pain. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I assured her. "But my M.A.P. exam is tomorrow, and I haven't studied, and - "

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine on that exam, " came a voice from behind the white sheet. Scorpious Malfoy stepped in to the little cubicle behind the nurse. 

"I suppose I'll leave you two alone. But only for a few minutes. She needs her rest, mister!" said the nurse as she pushed aside the sheet to leave. I wished she would have stayed and gotten rid of him for me, because I had no idea what to say the the friend of the psychopath who had tortured me. 

"Hi," he mumbled, looking down at me. I just looked up at him, waiting for him to say more.

"Hazel's been expelled, if that's what you're wondering," he continued. "She...she's been acting different this year, anyway. Ever since the summer, she's been on some rant about the 'purification of the magical race'. Or something like that." He swayed from side to side, passing his weight between his feet. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop them," he finished, looking right into my eyes.

"Would you have stopped them, though?" I asked, a little bit annoyed for no particular reason. 

At first, he looked unsure. But then a steely look passed through his eyes and he said, "Yes. I would have stopped them." For some reason, I believed him, and I stood up to hug him. He awkwardly put his arms around me, and then we let go. 

"Friends?" he asked.

"Friends," I answered, putting particular emphasis on the word. I wasn't sure if I felt anything more for him.

"Off you go now, mister! She needs to be checked and then she needs to return to her dorm and rest!" exclaimed the nurse, bursting back in through the sheet. Malfoy nodded to me and left. The nurse gave me some foul tasting medicine, made me walk around the cubicle a few times, and then freed me to my dorm. I slept through the rest of Thursday, done worrying about studying. 



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