 You can quote, disagree with, glorify or vilify me But about the only thing you can't do is ignore me
I sat in the Slytherin Common Room.
'Wasn't it hilarious when that Gryfindor got a howler?' laughed Draco coming in.
He stopped as he saw.
'Maybe Baylee was right. Some Slytherin's are jerks. I just never thought you would be one of them.' I said fiercely and walked off, leaving Draco standing there.
I walked to the quiddich pitch and decided to get a broom.
I sat in a squishy armchair, staring into the fire. I stood up, storming to the quiddich pitch and in front of the cupboard. I was surprised to find Rylee.
'Alhomamora.' I said, and the door opened.
Rylee turned round and smiled as we grabbed brooms. I broke into the quiddich box and grabbed the quaffle. We went onto the pitch, and mounted our brooms and zoomed round as if we back in the Malfoy Orchard chucking apples round, throwing them to each other and through the goals.
'Nice teamwork.' said a quite voice.
We stopped and landed guiltily in front of Dumbledore.
'Sir, It was all me.' I said. 'Rylee had nothing to do with it.'
'I know the Rylee was out here first. However, he would not have got into without your aid.' said Dumbledore.
'Sorry.' I mumbled.
'You know who you remind me off?' asked Dumbledore.
'Please don't say my parents. It's embarrassing enough to have to be related to them.' I said.
'No, you remind me of your cousin Sirius Black. The totally opposite house of all your family, you hate your parents, yet you are ready to defend and take the blame for those you care for.' said Dumbledore. 'You do know you have a God-Father?'
'Who? I know Rylee's God-Father was Lord Mouldy-Butt, but he wasn't mine.' I said, very confused.
'No. Your mother may have chosen your brother's, but your father chose yours. He wasn't as loyal as your mother to Lord Voldemort. He knew to pick a good man. He picked a man, a man called Remus John Lupin, whom he was friends with.' said Dumbledore.
I looked at Rylee.
'Do you know this man?' I asked, surprised to find my voice no more then a whisper.
Dumbledore nodded.
'I talk to him often. He knew you as a baby, and when he couldn't find you again, he was most upset. I've been trying to contact him to tell him you are here, but I only just got through. He's on his way. That's why I came looking for you. But when you meet him, you might want to change your hair.' Dumbledore chuckled, glancing at my neon blue hair. I gave a small smile and changed it to black.
'Go.' I whispered to Baylee.
I wanted her to escape the Malfoy home. She wasn't treated well there.
'Go, go find your God-Father.' I said, giving her a gentle push.
'Oh and Mr Lestrange? Could you please put the brooms and things away?' asked Dumbledore.
'Yes Professor.' I said, picking the things up as Dumbledore lead Baylee up to his office.
I went to Dumbledore office, nervous and excited at the same time. I sat in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.
'He'll be here in a minute.' said Dumbledore, continuing to write a letter on his desk.
I fiddled with a lock of my hair, making that single lock change all the colours of the rainbow, and then various other colours. I had got to sparkly gold when the fire burst in to flames and a man stepped out. He had scars on his face, and thick brown hair that was lightly flacked with Grey. I recognised this at once as the signs of a were-wolf. But I found that I didn't care. I stood up.
'Evening Remus.' said Dumbledore.
Remus's bright blue eyes swivelled round and came to rest on me.
'Baylee?' he asked.
I nodded. He stepped forward, and crouched down, searching my face. He cupped it.
'After all these years, I've been wondering how you've been doing, where you were. Now I find you, you're more beautiful then I imagined.' he whispered.
It was nice to hear a compliment for once, instead of all the criticism I usually endured, or beating from my Uncle. I gave a smile. He gave me a hug, and I gave him one. I knew then my Father had made the right choice. Remus looked at me.
'Dumbledore told me about what your Uncle and Aunt do.' he said.
I shrugged.
'As miserable as I am there, it's better then the streets.' I said.
'Would you like to maybe live with me? That is, only if you want to.' asked Remus.
I couldn't believe my ears.
'I can understand if you want to stay with your Aunt and Uncle.' said Remus.
'Are you mad? Leave the Malfoy's? When can I? How soon!' I asked.
Remus's face gave a smile and I saw the true man under the scars.
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