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After the Triwizard Tournament, Hazel Potter goes through an early inheritance brought on by now being considered an adult through the tournament. Through this, she learns secrets Dumbledore never intended for her to know and she vows...
Hyacinth shrunk down her clothing and placed them in her trunk next to the rest of her belongings. She no longer felt weighed down. She and her mother had returned to the bank to see Ludlig, where she had learnt she was heir to four houses, Potter, Black, Riddle and Prince. She had only accepted the title of the first three, believing that her mother should keep his title as heir Prince.
She still wasn't quite sure why she was packing, nor where she was packing for. Her mother had come bursting through the floo while she was curled up peacefully on the sofa reading and told her that she wasn't as safe as he had initially thought and that she needed to pack so he could take her elsewhere.
She wasn't particularly sad or happy to leave her mother's home. She hadn't been there long enough to form an opinion on the place. So she silently packed her few belongings and made her way back downstairs, where her mother was waiting for her.
"We can't use the floo. It can be traced. Take my arm; I'll side-along with you" her mother's words were rushed, panicked even. She had never seen him like this in the four years of being his student. She really must not have been as safe as he had once believed.
Hyacinth grabbed her mother's hand and moved close to him, not wanting to get splinched. She had heard the horrors of splinching from the Weasley twins. Her heart pinched a little at the thought of them. To her, the twins had always seemed to care about her genuinely. While she could now look back and recognise moments when each Weasley secretly betrayed her, she couldn't find a disingenuous moment with the twins. She wondered if she could harbour a friendship with the two again.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt her feet hit solid ground, and if it hadn't of been for her mother's steadying grip, she would've fallen. Her stomach twisted from the sensation of apparation, and she found herself having to take a few deep breaths to fight off the urge to bring up that morning's breakfast.
Her mother placed a comforting hand on her back, and she finally managed to stand up straight and survey their surroundings.
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It didn't take her long to recognise that they were on the grounds of Malfoy manor. She had seen the grand building in the prophet a year ago when Draco's mother had suddenly died. No one knew the cause of her death; if the Malfoy men knew, they would give nothing away.
Her mother urged her forward with a firm hand on her lower back, and she followed without complaint. As they walked up the staircase, the grand double doors swung open, revealing a house elf.
"Master bes expecting yous. Himmy is to take yous to yous rooms and bring yous down for dinner at dinnertime. Master sent Himmy to fetch yous while master does important work. " Professor Mister and Little Missy, follow Himmy," the small female elf spoke with an adorable lisp. Hyacinth suspected she wasn't very old—maybe about 90, which was akin to being a young teenager in elf years.
Hyacinth nudged her mother, "Professor Mister", and she giggled ", I like it."
Severus chuckled. "She refuses to call me anything else," he said. "I got used to it."
