The Marauder’s Daughter: chapter 3

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Delly and I walked into the dorm after saying good night to her where two girls already were unpacking their belongings. “Oh, hey, who’re you two?” one of the girls asked us, tucking some of her long, silvery-blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh Delphine Malfoy,” I pointed at Delly, “I’m Sarah Lupin,” I replied smiling at her, trying to be friendly. She smiled back and said, “Christelle Delacour, but you can call me Christie.” I noticed there was another of the girls, who was looking like she was trying to avoid the conversation. “That’s Draconia, you’d have seen on that sign thingy, she’s a bit shy. We’re supposed to have another girl come— well I guess here she is,” Christelle said, looking behind us and a brunette girl walked in. After about an hour, we all got to know each other and were joking like we were best friends since we were two-year-olds. “Sare, what the heck is that,” laughed Draconia, who we called Dragon, as I turned my hair grey like McGonagall’s and gave myself wrinkles at about 9 p.m. I changed my appearance back to my normal looks, but kept my blonde streaks. “So, Christie, who’re your parents?” Lyla asked her. “Well there was another Triwizard Tournament around twenty or some years ago, and the Beauxbatons champion was Fleur Delacour, you know, and her older brother Andre’s my father, it’s not really complicated,” she explained in a long stream. “Well, it’s kinda complicated to understand mentally,” I said with a smirk, which she returned. “Sarrie, do that duck thing Andromeda said your mother used to do,” Delly said, and I changed my nose into a duck beak. Delly, Lyla, Dragon, Christie, and I laughed until our sides were in pain. “Owww,” Christie moaned, clutching her hip. “Ughhh, why does laughter have to be so painful?” “No idea,” I said, trying to catch my breath. We kept joking until it was an hour until midnight, and Dragon said, “Girls, we should get to bed, we have lessons tomorrow.” “Wait what?” I said blandly. “Yeah, remember, McGongall said so at the feast.” Ten minutes later we hopped into bed and I fell into a hard sleep. With a series of weird dreams. //“No, Mira, you have to take her, she’ll die, she’s a child,” a young woman’s voice said. “I can’t, she has—” another female voice started, which sounded a bit older. “No. You must. If you don’t, you’re betraying Remus and I! DON’T YOU SHAKE YOUR STUPID HEAD, YOU PROMISED! YOU’RE HER—” she took a breath, “—GODMOTHER! MIRAPHORA STEPHANIE CHARLES GET OUT OF THIS HECK OF A WAR AND TAKE SARAH, OR ALL THREE OF US WILL DIE RIGHT HERE!” “Tonks, you know I—” “KNOW YOU CAN’T?! YOU OUTRAGEOUS LIAR, SHUT UP, GET BACK TO YOUR HOUSE, TAKE CARE OF SARAH, AND WHEN SHE’S FOUR GIVE HER TO MY MOTHER!” “OKAY, JEEZ, TONKS, I WILL!” The younger woman with short yellow-golden hair handed the other, who had long curly light brown hair, a small child with the exact same hair color as the younger woman, and with a pop, the brunette Apparated out of the scene.// I woke with a start. //What was that dream?// I thought to myself. //Who were those people?// I checked Christie’s watch, sitting on the bedside table. ‘3:48 a.m.’ it read. I thought of anyone with a metallic hair color, but no one came to mind, since gold wasn’t a natural hair color. And then it came to me. My mother. I thought about owling Grandma Andromeda at breakfast, asking what war was happening when I was born, and what war was it that killed my parents. Or should I do it now? No, you can’t sneak around the castle at night, it’s a rule. I don’t know how it happened, but for what felt like the first time in my life, I was crying. Silently, but hard. I didn’t see a point to stem the flow, so I didn’t, my mouth wide open, noiselessly screaming. //I’m going mad. Mental. Mad. Both./ I thought to myself, as my hair went dark blue, which I was expecting, but I was genuinely surprised because it usually goes straight up navy. //Why didn’t anyone tell me ANY of this?// I thought bitterly. After thinking about all this for nearly thirty minutes, salty tears flowing from my eyes, I decided to go back to bed, which was surprisingly easy, as I felt totally awake.