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melyaliz · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4: On My Own

Story: Starcrossed All Chapters here

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Freedom is all around us, you just need to get out and dance in the rain.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

Notes: I’m not sure where I want to go, I have a few ideas but I’m not 100% sure how I want this to flow. Guess we will find out together.

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It was so quiet and peaceful. The only sound that could be heard was the crunch of snow under Calista’s feat. Sun bearing peeking out from over the tops of the trees casting the small white crystallized water to give off an almost heavenly glow.

“Well good morning “

She spun around to see Dumbledore standing there a ghost of a smile on his face. She felt as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Maybe she was, it certainly was early in the morning. And she was only in her PJ’s and boots covered with her winter jacket.

“Oh hello,” she curtsied winching slightly at her own awkwardness. This wasn’t one of your parents' dinner parties, chill girl.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Dumbledore said looking out at the crisp white snow.

Calista looked out as well nodding, “I was never really allowed to go out in it.” She wasn’t sure why she had volunteered that information but there it was. A simple explanation. “But I always wanted too, be the first steps on a perfect blanket of snow”

“I think that’s what makes Hogwarts the most magical.” The headmaster chuckled, “it gives us a chance to do things we could never do”

With that he turned and left, leaving Calista alone to once again walk the snowy grounds alone. But his words stayed, “things we never could” she had always assumed it meant the use of magic. Truly learning spells and creating things one was never allowed to do before.

But slowly, throughout her first year, she realized it meant so much more.

Her first year was uneventful as far as first years went. Sure it was magical and amazing. But compared to the next few years it was probably the most simple. A small step toward the woman she was going to become. It gave her comfort through, looking back, those moments.

When running through a fresh show was the biggest rebellion she did.

Or moments like staying up late and making friends with her Hufflepuff roommates Hannah, Susan, Maria, and Poppy.

Late nights giggling over nail polish and hair scrunchies. The girls telling stories about their homes and classes. The past and the future. There was something about those nights that meant so much Calista. It was a place she belonged. A place that was all her own.

She still chatting with many of her past acquaintances like Pansy, Draco, and the others but she was finding it hard to relate to many of the other students. It was as if she wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be. Stumbling over words and her hands, where were they supposed to do?

“Your so awkward sometimes,” Maria remarked on this very struggle one day after Calista over complimenting Dean Thomas on his Herbology test. “you talk to people like they are some formal adults”

“How do I stop?” Calista asked looking down at her now dirty boots. She was going to have to get some new clothes for this class. She had already ruined many of her expensive robes her mother had gotten her.

“I don’t know but Hannah is really good at it, maybe watch her?”

During that year she tried to figure out who Grove was. They had never explicitly said where they were going to meet and there were so many students. Grove had ever really talked about her looks or what house she was in so as Calista watched the millions of third years running through the halls of Hogwarts she always wondered which one was her secret childhood friend.

Several weeks in Calista decided she would send a letter to Grove, thinking that would help. However, as she stood in the owlery she had another idea.

She would make a quest of it.

After all what was a hero without a proper quest?

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“Where… where is Jeanne?” her mouth felt dry as she walked into her family home.

“Oh darling, you don’t need a maid anymore, your at Hogwarts now. If you need anything the house elves can tend to it.” her mother sniffed unfazed by her daughter’s distress. After all it was time to grow up. A lady can not rely on the help of a maid, especially when a house elf would work just as well.

Calista, who didn’t see her mother’s logic, ran into her room feeling sick. Tears, fighting back hot tears. They wouldn’t stop no matter how hard she tried to hold them at bay. She had been so excited to tell Jeanne everything and now… now she was alone again.

As she walked into her room she noticed the blue ribbon hanging off the mirror. The same ribbon that Jeanne and Calista use to let the other know they had hidden something in their place.

It was a small loose floorboard right under her bed. Three inches from the wall. Getting down on her hands and knees Calista quickly pulling away the wood reaching in pulling out a small letter.

To my littlest hero,

I am so sorry I wasn’t able to give you a proper goodbye. Your parents have no longer required my services so I am going back to my family’s home in the country of France. They own a bakery there where I will help out until the next small child needs someone to help them grow.

But none of them will be as magical as you my child. You are the stuff of fables. I am so proud of you finding your own way. You don't need me there to help, but know I will always be there to cheer you on.

I hope you will keep this letter as a reminder of who you are. You are you. You can choose your own story and your own voice. Too many children are told what to be or what to think but you are not like them.

Be you my little Calista,

I hope to see many great things from you.

With love,

Jeanne Lark.

Ps. I have attached the address of my family home. I can’t wait to hear of the many adventures you embark on.

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Another summer party. They were at the Malfoy mansion this time. It was raining, no, it was pouring. As if the skies themselves had opened up and let hell fall down upon the countryside. The crack and lighting and boom of thunder swirled around the mansion as ran streamed down the large glass windows of the ballroom.

While inside the party continued. Soft and delicate. Filled with glittering gowns and pleasant conversations. Tame and behaved. A stark contrast from the world around them.

Then again when were they not?

“Look she’s dancing”

The younger Greengrass girl pointed out at the rain-soaked lawn. The wind sending another gust of rain against the windows as a few patrons looked at where the girl was pointing.

And there in the wildness outside was Calista dancing.

Spinning around and around, her soft pink dress her mother had dressed her in flaring out caught up in the wind and movements of the young girl. Her movements seemed to be controlled by the chaos around her as she jumped and lept around. Mud covering her feet as they carried her across the lawn.

A scream let out and then words in harsh French.

The Langlais’s were, to put in mildly, in a frenzy. Regina screamed at her husband pointing at the girl outside as the man sighed summoning his coat holding his wand high to keep the torrential downpour away from himself.

The children watched as Calista’s Father grabbed his daughter by the arm dragging her back inside. Her once intricately placed blonde hair was now sticking to her head and neck. Her dress soaked through her skin slightly pale fro the cold which made her flushed cheeks stand out just a bit more.

Draco heard his mother dash out muttering something about taking care of your children. Calista’s father had placed the small girl on a chair and was now leaning over her saying something very harshly in French.

A Moment later Narcissa Malfoy appeared with a large towel. Many other party-goers watched as she dropped the towel around Calista’s shoulders

With all the movement buzzing around her Calista looking up at the parents through wet hair, her gaze flickered to the group of kids and for a moment a thin smile grew across her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with a fire that could only result in mischief.

Then it was gone in a moment as she looked up at the adults. Her round face the picture of innocents as she batted her wet lashes up at them.

“I am so sorry I don’t know what came over me,” her gentle voice said, Barely a whisper. Her mother rather awkwardly put her hand on her daughter’s forehead

“She may have a fever, Malfoy,” she turned to Draco’s mother “we will have to take out leave now”

“Blood hell that ones trouble” Blaze’s voice could be heard behind Malfoy and Theodore let out a low laugh.

“Guess she’s not as Hufflepuff as we all through,” Pansy said.

For a moment Calista glanced back behind her to catch her fellow pureblood children’s gaze. she wondered what they were thinking, did they know? Did they understand the gilded cage they all lived in and the world outside that was just out of reach?

She caught Draco’s attention for a moment. He held her gaze strong and long. Unreadable but she knew.

He knew, somehow she knew that he did.

After all, how could he not? He lived in the biggest gilded cage of them all.

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