Dirty Mouth, Dirty Blood [h.g]

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Then:

"Focus, Carina."

"I'm trying, daddy," Carina said innocently.

The little girl stared at the book in her hands. "Why don't we like Mudbloods, daddy?"

"They stole our magic from us. It's been hours, Carina, please just move on." Lucius said exasperatedly.

"But if we still have magic too, why are we upset that they took some?"

"Because they are dirty. Foul." Lucius explained. "We Malfoys do not associate with the likes of them, understand?"

"Yes, daddy."

Now:

Carina sat in her room at the Manor, quill hovering an inch above parchment. It was risky. Of course it was. If she were to be caught... she didn't want to imagine that.

And she wouldn't be.

She couldn't be.

The reward outweighed the risk. She could feel Him. Everywhere she went, she felt His presence.

And it was unnerving.

She had to get away, had to get to somewhere safe.

She hadn't talked to the man since third year. But he knew prejudice better than anyone else she had met, and he was the least likely to get rid of the letter as soon as it came.

He would take her away from this hellhole.

And then everything would be okay again.

It had to be okay again.

Dear Professor Lupin.