| Murtlap
Join Date: May 2005
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Chapter Five:
“Quidditch tryouts, tomorrow!” Harry yelled over the Friday evening talk as he posted up a sign up sheet on the notice board. It had been a week since Ellie had sent the letter, and she was still waiting. Ellie, Ginny, and Ron were the first one’s in line for the sign up sheet. Ellie scribbled down
Ellie Travis, 6th year, beater.
“Are you the captain?” she asked Harry, as they watched a long line of students form behind the sheet. “Yeah.” He mumbled, his eyes watching three first years signing up for chasers. “Good luck!” she giggled, and ran out the portrait door with Ginny, going down to breakfast.
As Ellie shoveled eggs onto her plate, Hedwig landed next to her, and Ginny barley caught a pitcher of pumpkin juice, before it toppled over.
“Who’s it from?” Ginny asked “My mom.” Ellie answered, and carefully tucked it into her pocket to read latter. The talk soon turned to Quidditch. “Where you on the team last year?” ellie questioned “yeah.” Ginny said through a mouth full of corn flakes.
“I’m a chaser.” “Cool! I’m a beater.” Ginny laughed, as if this reminded her of something. “What?” ellie demanded
“Well, did I ever tell you about Fred and George? My brothers? Well, they were beaters. They probably would have done better as the bludgers, but I doubt that would be allowed.”
Soon the trio joined them, and ellie excused herself, running to an empty hallway, where she could read it alone. She hadn’t noticed before, but it was rather bulky.
She slighted it open, and two things fell into her hand. A folded letter, and a medium sized wood box. She unfolded the letter first and started to read.
Dear Ellie,
I’m so pleased you got into Gryffindor. It is the best (well, I think) out of all of them. I have to admit; I was slightly worried that you mind be landed in Slytherin. By now it appears that you know why I worried, but let me explain my reasoning. Your mother, your real mother, loved you the instant you were born. She even told me, she couldn’t have asked for a better child, but unfortunately, she was easily turned into the direction a person would want her in, especially her husband, Lucius. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named told him how, if you… stayed with them, you would go “bad”. Well, actually, you would go good. You-Know-Who told Lucius to get rid of you as soon as possible, and he gave the job to his wife, who smuggled you to me. She knew that I had always wanted a child, and she didn’t know who else to give you too. I promised that I wouldn’t tell you the truth, until you were old enough, and also, she asked that I send you to Hogwarts, even if it is for only a year or two. She sent something along with you, when she sent you to me. I kept it safe for you, until you were to find out. I’m sorry you had to find out in the way you did. I half expected it, but there was nothing I could do. Take care of it. It was your mothers. And I want you to know that I loved you as if you really were my own daughter, and so does your mother. Love, mom.
P.S. I suggest you don’t tell Draco anything about this.
Ellie nodded to herself, and said, “naturally.” Then turned to the little wood box, and opened it. The inside was lined with green velvet, and on that was a necklace. Ellie carefully picked it up. The thin chain was silver, and hanging off of it was a real emerald, encircled by a silver snake, with emerald eyes.
“Wow!” she whispered, “it’s beautiful! And it was my mothers.” She smiled, and slipped it around her neck, tucking it under her shirt so no one could see it.
“What are you doing?” spat a voice behind her, she dropped the box with a surprised squeal, and turned to find herself facing Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy.
“Oh, so you’re the knew kid. Well, I’ve always said that Gryffindor’s could use a lesson in fashion.” She said, looking ellie up and down. Ellie just looked rather fearfully at Draco, afraid that he might curse her again. Pansy seemed to find her loss of words funny.
“Well, apparently Gryffindor’s also can’t talk!” ellie giggled to herself at that, and unfortunately, Pansy heard “What are you laughing at?” she snapped at ellie, who finally got control of herself.
“Well, um, was that supposed to be a burn, or something, cause, it was really stupid!” she giggled. Pansy stepped back, and gasped. “Draco! You’re not going to let her get away with that, are you?” she said shrilly. But Draco wasn’t really paying attention, he was laughing too.
“Well,” he chortled, “she douse have a good point.” Pansy gasped, then pulled out her wand. “Well, I’ll just give you something to laugh about!” she raised her wand, but before she said anything, Draco knocked it out of her hands.
“Cut it out, Pansy. Get going, kid.” He told ellie, who turned and walked quickly down the hall, and the instant she was out of eyesight, broke into a run. Draco watched her go, with a slight smile on his face. “What was that about?” Pansy demanded.
“And what’s with the look?” Draco snapped back to attention. “Nothing. Just cut her some slack. She just got here, and she doesn’t need people nagging on her. Just go back to the common room. I’ll be there soon.” He stood for a moment after they had left, and was about to leave, when something caught his eye.
Something small, and brown. A wooden box. He picked it up, and opened it. The inside was lined with green velvet, and were a piece of jewelry would have lain, was an elaborate silver S. It all seemed strangely familiar. But from were? He shook his head, as if to clear it, then tucked the box into the pocket of his robes, and followed Pansy back to the dorms.
~Draco’s dream~
He was visiting the little boy again, but this time, he was with a woman, who looked to be his mother, and in her arms, was that little girl. “Mommy, is she going away?” asked the little boy. His mother sighed as she took out a piece of parchment, and started writing, still supporting the baby with the other arm.
“Yes, honey, she is going away.” The boy tickled his little sister’s toes, and watched her giggle. “Well, where is she going? And how long will she be away?” the woman sighed again, and set down her quill. “I can’t tell you were she is going, but she will be gone for a long, long time.” The little boy looked up. “Well, will I ever see her again?”
“Maybe. A long time from now, maybe.” Draco strained his neck, trying to see the woman’s face, but he couldn’t, she kept her head down, and there was a shadow over her, so it was hard to see her at all. “Yes, actually, you will see her. But she’ll be different then.
You might not even recognize her.” The little boy stopped teasing his sister, and looked up at his mother. “Yes I will, mommy. I’ll know who she is the instant I see her! You’ll see!”
the dream slowly faded away, and Draco woke. It was early in the mourning. To early. He rolled over, and fell asleep. Ok, ironicly enough, i did have time to post more! haha! so, hope you enjoy it!
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