Monster

Parchment 6: Fathers First Letter

I find myself lying on the couch, staring at the fireplace that gives off incredible heat, which is a very nice thing, for I am quite chilled to the bone currently.

Everything that previously happened is playing in my head, how it was, how it could have been, what could have been added. But the one thing that keeps coming back to my mind is that his followers didn't react how I thought they were going to. I came up with the idea that they were going to come in and help him out. I was sure wrong with that scenario.

"They were scared too, they might not have shown it but, I could tell, eyes reveal all that is kept hidden, or tried too." The flames seem to grow immensely at my words, knowing that they agreed or somehow knew just what I was saying. But then again, I am at Hogwarts, everything is magical and mysterious, and it either has an explanation or not.

A slight fluttering of wings catch my attention, the dark gray feathers with one single white diamond shape on its belly, the creature comes down to me. It's my father's owl, Titan.

He holds a letter that's only one person of course. Taking the letter he flies out, spreading his wings as far as they can stretch which is very long indeed.

Holding the letter in my hand I start to open it, a hole develops in my stomach. What will it say, is he mad, does he know about the house? Questions zoom through my head as my hands being to sweat, the letter starting to get damp. Opening it ever so carefully I start to read.

Nebula,

It is night there, get sleep, for you know what will happen if you don't. Tell the Headmaster that I will be sending him an owl soon to see how you are doing in all your classes.

Sighing I feel annoyed and looked over by this, he has to talk to Dumbledore about this, and for sure, Dumbledore will tell my father what house I got. Gulping I wait for the worst to come in under a week.

The letter continues:

Now, if you keep up good and be on top of your class you will surely not fail your O.W.L.'s and other needed final tests later on. You must not fail me. If you get into that house, you will feel consequences.

"Full blow to the head, he already knows," I can't believe it, it's impossible to get out of his sight of vision or mind, flinging the paper near the fire I see a small note on the back, "what's this?"

You must give me reports daily, no longer than three days wait without a letter or you will be sent one of those letters. Don't be like Andrew.

I do actually throw the paper into the fire and it burns in a matter of seconds. My father, rude, cunning, not easy to understand, and harsh to anyone who gets in his way of being perfect.

He should have been a Slytherin.

Not me.

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I can't believe she just did that. She punched me, how rude that was of her! That munter girl. She is ugly. Falling short of the Perfect we have, Jennie. Who looks over all of us first years.

"Draco," Goyle's voice rings in Draco's ear, turning his head to him show that he's barely listening to him, "about that girl-"

"Don't mention that munter girl! Rude, improper, and disrespectful, that's what she is! I hope a Dementor gets her so I don't have to see her anymore." Draco spits out, Crabbe laughs loudly and makes a joke, that to Draco wasn't funny.

"Yeah, she sure bopped you right in the jaw, surprised you didn't go to Jennie for her to heal it, since-"

"DROP IT!" Draco yells, once again, he has the shortest fuse in the Malfoy history, or that's how other high-class wizards thought. "Just bringing her up makes me want to," obviously words couldn't describe it. For he makes all these fighting and grunting noise along with fists flying in the air, not nearly as smooth Nebula's were. His throws were weak and wide, not very straight. If he was trying to hit someone they would have hit him already.

"Now, please stop bringing her up," Draco snarls at his two followers, they nod there head fast as he crawls into bed. Crabbe and Goyle let out a light sigh and head into there own beds. Silence fills the room, for the best of course, when Draco is upset at something he blows steam and people need to watch out.

Draco stares outside the pond, the forest all in the shadow. Hiding something that some call beautiful to the eye and precious to the soul. But to him, it was a cloak, a dark cloak that won't let any light shine through. It's all darkness. That's what it always has been.

Dark.

He has known nothing else in people, but their own flaws. That is what he lives off of, how he defines a person. By their own mistakes.

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A slight pecking comes on my forehead, getting me to wake up just in a few seconds. There flies Corral, just floating above my head tilting her own down at me.

"Time for breakfast, at least that's what I think you want me to think of," I say tiredly, sleep is never a friend of mine. It's either sleep a whole day or more, against just get a few hours or no hours at all. Flapping her wings in a fast pace I take it another way, breakfast is almost ending, which means it is starting. My first year at Hogwarts.

"Oh shoot.." It starts out as a mumble but turns into a yell, getting up I race back to my room to change. "First day and I'm already going to be late! Smooth, smooth Nebula.." I hiss at myself as I pull up the dark colored skirt over my legs and on to my hips. Looking in the mirror I button up the white silk shirt and throw over the sweater or whatever it is, then the cloak draped over my shoulders. So much, can't believe they make you wear all this! Leaning down I pull on my black high knees with my fully black converse, I'm not one for flats or heels, just no.

Pulling my slightly greasy hair back into a braid I get somewhat presentable. Grabbing my books I head out, without breakfast and one thing a wizard needs most.

But the last item I couldn't get, my mother wouldn't let me. She doesn't think I can use it, so first, off I'll be the 'unprepared' one.

Oh, the joy of having a mother like mine.