Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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In the short span of a couple of days, Malak Aboul Gheit was forced to grow up at a much faster pace than ever before. The days that followed her grandmother's death seemed to last a lifetime — her previous 13 years seemed to be a dream, that of a warm summer breeze in the middle of the winter abyss she had fallen into.
The death of Fawzia Aboul Gheit had been a heavy blow for young Malak. It turned her world upside down, so suddenly and with such a force that Malak was unsure how to recover after it — if she could recover at all. Fawzia's death felt as if somebody had thrown ice-cold water all over her granddaughter, soaking her wet to the bone.
The event shook the Egyptian wizarding community and the international one alike. So sudden. Fawzia Aboul Gheit had been an institution — despite the undeniable prestige of the Aboul Gheit family in Egyptian society, Fawzia's exceptional talents soon elevated her to the elite of international wizardry. Back in the day, she had been the first witch ever appointed Supreme Mugwump, recognizing her efforts within the International Confederation of Wizards, and thus gaining the respect of the magical community worldwide.
That being said, it was no surprise for Malak to find hundreds of people at her funeral. Witches and wizards from all over the world had gathered that afternoon, along the banks of the Nile river, to bid farewell one last time to Fawzia Aboul Gheit. To see her body wrapped in fine white Egyptian cotton depart on the solar boat, just as the Ancient Pharaonic tradition dictated.
"Ila l-liqa2 (until we meet again)" Malak sighted, as the boat faded together with the sun in the horizon.
Albus Dumbledore had been presiding the British delegation that stood not far from Malak and the Egyptian group. Malak glanced at him, only to find him already looking at her, nodding encouragingly to the young witch and sending her a reassuring wink.
When formalities were over, Malak graciously walked over to the Brits, to greet the Hogwarts headmaster.
"I'll do it, I will be going" she confirmed.
"Great, we will be waiting for you then. Now, let me introduce you to our Minister of Magic Mr. Cornelius Fudge, as well as the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch" continued the Head Master.
"Miss Aboul Gheit, I would like to express my sincere condolences" Mr. Fudge started. "Madam Fawzia was an excellent witch indeed — she was there for the wizarding community at its darkest hour. We owe her a lot."
"My condolences, child" muttered Mr. Crouch, redirecting his attention to Dumbledore immediately after. "Where is she coming? Hogwarts? Albus it's not that simple..."
"If it would be an inconvenience —" Malak began.
"No, dear, you are more than welcome at Hogwarts, just like your mother once was" the Head Master stated.
"What? My mother went to Hogwarts?"
"She did indeed" Albus confirmed.
"Legally speaking, a lot of proceedings will be needed, child, it will be complicated. Who is your tutor now?" the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation nervously asked.
