Strange Past (Eng)

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Strange Past

I stare out the window at the lonely school yard from the second floor. The bell rings and I lift my limbs one by one out of the wooden chair finally realizing it’s friday.

25th of April, 2051
Dear diary,
Today I thought about my parents again. Biology class was a mess. I was doodling on a piece of paper (I swear) when the teacher called my name. When I looked down on my piece of art it was all gone. Later that day when I open my book during math the doodle was there, more complete than before.

-Dinner! My mom yells from the room above me.
-Coming mom! I shout back.
I put my pen down, close my book and drag my feet up the stairs as I make up my mind, I will ask mom about my parents. My real parents. I sit alone with my mom at our small dinner table and I tell her about my day. She doesn’t acknowledge my worry and confusion and tells me to eat my veggies and get to bed, I must have been daydreaming. I change the subject.
-Mother, as much as I love you, I have been thinking.
-About what my dear?
-About my parents.
-What me? She raises an eyebrow.
-No, Lily and Scorpius.
-Again, well sweetheart I’ve told you all I know. I’m sorry I can’t do more. Perhaps Hermione might know.
-Hermione?
-Never mind that!
I nod solemnly and rise from my chair.
-Goodnight mom. Love you!
-Goodnight, love.

June, Damon and Xandra greet me with a big hug and a smile.
-What’s up Mell?
-Nothing really. I shrug.
Can I trust them or should I just forget? They are my friends but lately they’ve been hanging out a lot without me.
-Are you thinking about Blaaaaaaaze? Xandra says nudging me with her elbow.
Really? They had to bring him up?
-No! It’s not about a guy. I say, holding back tears.
It’s not like me to cry, but now I’m so tired and they’ve been teasing me about him all week and it’s just too much for me to handle. I don’t care about them talking about Blaze.
-Sure? June winks at me.
-Stop!
I run off, my heels slapping against the dirt path up towards my school. My tears seep through and run down my dry cheeks. I bump into a body and look up.
-Goodmorning Ms. Granger!
I lift my hand up to wipe off my tears, but there gone.
-Why are you in such a haste Melody Claire Moon?
-Ugh, we...ll, I’m, um, just late for class, that’s all.
-Well you have ten minutes, what’s your hurry?
-…
-Is there anything you would like to talk about?
-No…
If you ever need me I’ll be here.
I look at her nametag which says; Hermione Granger Counselor and english teacher at East Burmington High and remind myself of what my mother told me the day before; Perhaps Hermione might know.
-Actually there might be something.
-Ok, come to my office.
I tell her about the weird things that have been happening to me and she listens and doesn’t seem surprised neither does she interrupt me. I proceed to tell her about my mysterious parents and them disappearing and leaving me.
-I’m your great aunt. There is a lot more to tell you and I think you are old enough to know, but it might be hard to believe. Do you know the rumored stories of Harry Potter the magical child, well they aren’t just rumors, he was real. And he was my best friend. As well as your grandfather. Your parents left you to keep you safe, Melody so “You know who” wouldn’t find you.
My mind is like a rollercoaster and a computer hastily sorting this new information.
-… So, who are my parents?
-Wizards, Harry’s daughter and son in law. You are Melody Claire Malfoy. And as it runs in your blood, you are a witch Melody. Now that’s enough, it’s too much for one day. Now get to class.

I can not focus in school as my mind is racing. As soon as I can I grab a computer and search; Lily Malfoy, married to Scorpius Malfoy. I find my mother's name and click the link Name: Lily Luna Malfoy (née Potter), Job: Lawyer, Home: Burmington drive 23, Birth: May 27, 2008. I click on my father's name and see a headline: Man killed in deadly Ohio hurricane, Birth: August 16, 2006, Death: 2035 at the age of 28.

I go back to the address and stare at it. They live so near, they’ve been by me all this time to keep me safe. As soon as school ends I hurry to the bus that goes to Burmington avenue and run down to Burmignton drive number 23. I stare at the bright blue door. I lift my hand and bring it back down again. Am I really ready to meet my mother? Without thinking I ring the bell. I hear footsteps from behind the small door as it slowly opens to reveal a middle aged beautiful red haired woman with tired green eyes looking back at me. I look a lot like her.
-Are you Lily?
She doesn’t even answer and pulls me into a big long tight loving hug. She cradles me with her bony fingers and I feel a tear hitting my forehead and realize I’m crying too.
-You came to find me. I will never leave again.