Her mother is dead. Her father is mute. She struggled with keeping unknown powers hidden from the Wizard if world. So when Fen strolls into her life, bringing with him adventure and happiness, she blooms.
She journeys through a third year at a Wizarding school she has never been to, struggles with prejudice against her kind... and tries to keep the rest of those she loves safe and sound.


9. Bring On The Dancing Horses

Many years ago, before my mother died, my father had a drink with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. He'd chatted with them, but I didn't listen to a word they'd said. Mr. Malfoy had been kind to me, but I didn't concentrate on that. Instead, I concentrated on the haunted look in his eyes, not knowing that less than nine months later I would carry the shadows of that look in my eyes, too. I liked the Malfoys, and they liked me. But their son hadn't been with them when they visited, so maybe he didn't know my secret heritage. Maybe.

Yeah, and maybe I will begin shooting flames out of my hands.

I ran all the way back to my dorm where I began to shiver in fear. He would tell, and by dawn I'd be thrown out of the school and have nowhere else to go. Besides home, where shattered hearts and broken memories lay.


Please, Mr. Gryffindor, if I have ever been brave and loyal and kind, don't let him tell.


I curled up in my bed and comforted myself until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I wasn't told to pack my bags or even murdered in cold blood. I went to breakfast as usual and ate pancakes and went to classes. But my trials weren't even close to finished. Petunia Parkinson had began to consider it her calling in life to make me miserable. Her mother worked as an Auror and had been there the night my mother had died. She didn't know that my mom was a Feonyx, just that she was dead. And she teased me relentlessly for it.

"Where's Mummy, Blaze? Oh right, she's dead. I'm surprised she didn't commit suicide– she had to hire the best Aurors around to finish her off." Again? This girl was desperate to make me feel bad. "From what I heard, after that mission your 'Mummy' was put on probation for hiding behind a tree during the fight," I retorted.

Petunia decided to resort to more "traditional" ways of bullying. She shoved me over, spilling my books– and, to my horror, the small beaded necklace I carried with me at all times. Why did I carry it? Because it was my mother's. and I normally wore it, but I was off to Care of Magical Creatures and I was afraid the Geerschnickers we were working with today would snap it on accident.

Petunia saw the necklace and picked it up. "No!" I yelped, but she snapped it.

I felt like a part of me had snapped, not the necklace.


I was pissed. Starting now, nobody fucked with me and lived to tell the tale.

I composed my expression and stood up. "Real mature, Petunia. Maybe next time I'll have lung money for you to steal."

"From what I hear, my family's not the one that needs the handout," she snarled.

"Are you poking at our riches?! Because I don't give a fuck how wealthy you are. You'll always just be the little girl living in her traitorous Death Eater mother's shadow."

Petunia bared her teeth. "You little BITCH!" she shrieked, pulling out her wand.

"And you know what? In twenty years, you'll still be stuck in the same estate, fucking the same sixty-year-old husband you put up with for money, wondering what the hell happened to the girl you used to be. And then you'll look on the table at the newspaper and see that all your old friends have bypassed you, and think I could've been SO MUCH MORE. But you wouldn't have been so much more. You've still been the same little bully from before!" I didn't know what was happening to me. My temperature was rising, I was FURIOUS, and a crowd of people had gathered around to watch. Teachers were trying to get through the throng of witches and wizards, by their attempts were futile. "Stop it!" Petunia yelled, but I wasn't finished yet.

"And you know what, Petunia?! You'll look at that newspaper and on the front page will be a brother or sister or past sycophant and you'll be jealous of the very people you shamed for being poor. You'll beg them for invites to galas and events, but they'll refuse you because they'll remember what a stupid, stuck up little BITCH you were and they'll see you as a NOBODY! Just like your mother!"

Pulling out her wand, Petunia fired a spell at me. "No!" Shouted a voice I knew well. "Fen?!" I yelped.

"ACCIO WAND!" Fen thundered, and Petunia's hex hit the ceiling as her wand was thrown out of her hand.

He raced towards me, worry etched all over his features.

"Are you okay?" Fen asked, concern lacing his voice. He grabbed me in a hug as Petunia ran off, tears running down her face. I had done that. And the worst part was, I didn't even feel bad.

What was I becoming?

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...