"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
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"Uniforms?"
"Everyone wears them Miss Lestrange."
"Of course they do." Honora mumbled to herself, brushing her skirt off while looking in the mirror. She never had to wear a uniform at Ilvermony–only the occasional house shirt at quidditch or baseball games. She sure was going to miss that, as baseball was not a standard European practice and Quidditch seemed to give her a bad taste in her mouth ever since the world cup.
"Professor, do you have a smaller robe this one is a bit too large?"
Professor McGonagall sighed and stopped her pacing before opening a drawer and throwing another to her. "What about an iron this one is wrinkly?"
"An iron?"
"Never mind."
"Are you nervous?"
". .A bit professor." She bit her lip, frowning in the mirror at her figure. Her button up shirt was much too tight around her chest, yet the next size shirt was far too large. The only option for bottoms were skirts and she hated the pleated gray mess that hung just above her knees. She was never one for skirts and dresses anyway and having to wear one everyday almost put her over the edge. Honora grimaced at herself one last time before sitting down in a chair and frowned to herself.
"Don't be, just first day nerves. You'll fit in, I'm sure."
How was she to fit in? Lestrange – a name she and others in America – never thought twice about – was always thought twice about here. She knew no matter what, that Mcgonagall and everyone else she knew, would eventually despise her. Becoming a Death Eater was a serious inquiry, reading about it more after coming to Hogwarts she learned just how serious it was. Voldemort and the war may not have been nearly as terrifying to American wizards but the Hogwarts library told her that it was much more wavering here.
The pair waited for a few minutes more while Honora was deep in thought until a light knock was heard on the door, bringing her back to reality. McGonagall opened it and a small house elf skipped inside. "Ma'am the first years are here." The elf looked between McGonagall and Honora, before bowing out of the room.
"Let's head down then." She looked to Honora who was fidgeting with the new robe that she had put on, nervous to be seen in front of others. "Shall we?" Honora nodded and trailed McGonagall's path throughout the castle but still adjusted her robe until she thought it was absolutely perfect, well as perfect as it was gonna get.
She'd come a day early to Hogwarts not wanting to stay with the Malfoy's who didn't seem to mind that she wouldn't be staying there for the night. Lucius had sent her a letter, like Dumbledore had said, telling her that she would be transferring to Hogwarts immediately. They gave her less than a days notice. Luckily Dumbledore had warned her. .if not she wasn't sure how she would've reacted to the letter.
Honora enjoyed not having anyone else in the castle besides teachers and of course the many ghosts that resided here. She spent the night exploring the grounds with the help of Peeves, the poltergeist. Although it was rather more of tormenting than anything. And the professors weren't especially happy they had a unsupervised student running about the halls, though Honora figured Dumbledore had told them to back off and let her be.
