The Third Wizarding War By Sapphire L Potter

After Affect

Mum hugged me back.

"Sapphire!" Lilly yelled, joining the hug. Tears begun to roll down my face.

"Mum." I croaked. "I don't know what you did, but thank you. Thank you. I couldn't do anything. All I could see was darkness. I was so scared. Mum I was so scared." I said in a rush.

"Sapphire, slow down darling. You're safe now. I promise." she comforted.

"Alright you've got your pictures, you can fuck off now!" Dad ordered. Of coarse being newspaper people they didn't listen. Me, mum and Lilly pulled apart and we stood up. Draco was in the middle of Hermione and Dad. If it wasn't for Draco Lucius would have known I was still alive. Hell if it wasn't for Draco I wouldn't be alive right now at all. I ran to him hugged him around his waist. The cameras were still flashing. But right now I didn't care.

"Don't you dare ever do that again." Draco whispered in my ear. "You scared me half to death." he added.

"Not the best moment to joke about death." I replied.

"Shut up." he said, with a slight laugh.

When we were all home Uncle Ron begun questioning me on why I tampered with their memories. Then he noticed my scar, and questioned me on that instead. Mum, Dad and Hermione shut him up and briefly explained to him the last 3 and a half hours.

While they did that I went to the mirror and stared at my scar. It looked like a bolt of lighting. Almost identical to Dad's, only mine wasn't hide-able with a fringe. It was between my eyes. It started at the end of my left eyebrow went diagonally across to the centre between the eyebrow and the pupil of my right eye. Went in a slightly diagonal line to the right for half a centimetre then back to the left ending just beneath my right eye.

I raised my hand.

"Don't touch it." Draco snapped, slapping my hand away. I continued looking at my scar.

"When my grandmother sacrificed herself for Dad. Dad was the one that got the scar." I said.

"That's because your grandmother didn't say the sacrificing spell. Voldemort cast the killing curse at your Dad and your grandmother jumped in the way. That caused the spell to kill her, Voldemort and leave the scar on your Dad's head. You sacrificing yourself for Lilly meant the curse ever touched her." Draco explained.

"Saf." Uncle Ron said. "I understand I might of over-reacted a bit, giving the situation of the time. But surely you understand why I got angry, about it."

"Yeah." I told him.

"And that was just under 5 years ago. I'm sure Bill will understand now, that you ever wanted to hurt anyone." Ron continued.

"I'm not removing the Memory Charm." I said.

"Saf, you can't expect us to go to bed and forget all this in the morning." Hermione snapped.

"You won't forget this. You just won't remember re-learning that I lived with Lucius for nearly 8 years." I explained.

"And you're not removing the memory charm because...?" Mum asked.

"Because Uncle Bill was just mad at me because I slapped him and he threatened to tell the ministry about me. Why would I want to live like that? Where my own family could turn on me just because their pissed of at me? Oh yeah and the fact that someone spent one or two hours explaining my life story to the Minister of Magic herself." I explained.

"Sapphire she's my boss. She would have been asking if you were Magie Malfoy cause of the stupid letter."

"She could be signing the documents to have me taken to Children Detention Centre right now as we speak, you fucking idiot!"

"Don't talk to your Dad like that." Mum said to me.

"I'll talk to him how like."

Dad was in front of me by now.

"Look Sapphire, if you're going to act like a little brat, you might as well get to bed right now!" Dad snapped at me.

He called me a brat.

The insult Lucius and Narcissa called me most often. He didn't know that, but it still pissed me off.

I lost it.

I slapped Dad around the face. His glasses fell to the floor. I took a quick glance at everyone, where I saw Mum, Ron and Hermione staring at me. While Draco gave me a look of shock mixed with sympathy knowing why Dad's comment made me angry. I sprinted up the stairs - stepping on Dad's glasses by mistake - rushed to my room where I threw myself into my bed and screamed into my pillow.

I heard Hermione fix Dad's glasses and Draco explaining why I got angry.

"Well if you think you're ever going to see Sapphire again you can forget it!" I heard my mum snap. They then got into a debate about it, Draco's point being they'd forget by tomorrow.

He ended up being kicked out.

An hour later Dad came up to my room. Although by this time I was pretending to be asleep.

"I'm sorry." he said.

The next day I went downstairs to make myself some toast, when Dad walked out the kitchen. He had a bruise where I had slapped him.

"Hey Dad." I said, staring at his bruise.

"Hey. Don't worry about this it'll clear up in a few days. Lucius clearly doesn't understand a parent's love for a child does he? Makes you feel a bit sorry for Draco." he replied. Memory Charm worked then. "Want do you want for breakfast?" he asked.

"I'll make it myself." I explained, while I walked into the kitchen, with Dad following me. I saw Hermione and Ron reading the Daily Prophet. I could see the front page. The tile said as follows 'The Eldest Daughter Of The Boy Who Lived Is Our Most Wanted Villain Magie Malfoy! See Article On Page 4 And 5.' The picture was a close-up on my face, Mum's hands touching my face, the black veins then a zoom out as I sat up and hugged my mum. And I could tell that pages 4 and 5 were the pages Ron and Hermione were reading.

"Sapphire." Dad said. I stormed over to them and snatched the paper off them. The same title was across the top of the two pages and the same picture made smaller. Page 4 had a picture to the left of Draco, when he was telling the photographers to 'Fuck off' and obvious tears falling down his face. Words above the picture read 'A Malfoy Cries Openly For A Potter?'. Page 5 also had a picture but towards the right of me running to hug Draco instead of Dad, the words below that picture read 'Where Does Her True Loyalties Lie?'. Page 4's right side and page 5's left side contained the actual Article.

I didn't bother to read it.

It would just said a load of bullshit anyway.

I ran into the living room. Went over to our fireplace. I threw the paper in their and got out my wand.

"Incendio." the newspaper burned. I ran back up to my room and didn't come back down until the afternoon.

Going back to school on the Sunday was awful. Just bloody awful. The moment I entered the doors of Hogwarts, no one cared about their first year siblings. All they cared about was me.

All I could hear was the constant muttering of my name.

My old name.

The name I abandoned when I was 8 years old.

My worst nightmare was becoming a relativity.

"I told you didn't I?" I heard Louise Lane say to her friends. "What did I tell you? She's Magie Malfoy trying to use a different name, so then when we least expect it she'll kill all the Muggle-Borns in the school. And she'll most likely try to start with me."

"Shut the fuck up Lane. Just shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!" I screamed, before I lifted my suitcase and ran to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Sapphire." I heard Lizzie yell after me. She didn't catch up with me until we were in our room. "I read the Daily Prophet the other day."

"So did thousands of others." I snapped, beginning to unpack my suitcase.

"I meant all the things that the Article said about you."

"Lucius gave the Prophet a letter saying what happened in his point of view."

"Did you read the Article?"

"The title, pictures and sub-titles were enough."

"And what are you going to do?"

I turned to face my girlfriend.

"What I've always done my whole life. Just keep going."

"How does a person keep going if they've lead a life like yours?"

"Convince yourself everything will turn out fine in the future." I said. She saw the tears in my eyes and hugged me.

That's what I did. I just carried on. I ignored the comments. They made me punch and kick my bed in frustration, and burst into tears every night.

But during the day I pretended they didn't exist.

The House-Elves had even read the paper. When I had to go down and help them in the kitchen every morning and afternoon break, they openly banned me from going near any food. Being convinced I would put some sort of poison in it. I had to either mop the floors or wash up.

One time I had just filled the sink with water and was about to pick up a dirty plates to wash them when one of the wrenched Elves used Magic to push the whole load of dirty dishes in the sink. The water slashed all over me. Luckily a kinder Elf clicked her fingers to make dry Slytherin robes appear.

"Change into these in the cupboard. Penny will mop up the water." she said.

"Thank you, Penny." I told her as I took the robes off her and handed her the mop.

In fact the only people who were on my side was Penny, The Super Hogwarts Friends and the most of my family. Roxanne seemed nervous around me. I mean she was a shy girl, but she was normally less shy when around her family. Fred tried to convince her the newspapers were talking crap, but she didn't seem like she was listening. She was staring in my direction. But not at me. At lizzie. Why was she -

I'm going off topic. Crystal also begun acting weird around me. And Chris was strangely over-defensive that I wasn't Magie Malfoy. Almost as if he -

Is that still off topic? I think it is.

Anyway, the end of the year was a brilliant relief. And normally people dread the end of the year, cause it means leaving Hogwarts for 6 weeks.

During the Summer on the 11th August 2017 I apperated outside the Annex. Today was my Mum's birthday, but I was going to spend it with Scorpius, then use the time-turner to re-do the day celebrating Mum's Birthday.


I might celebrate it on the 5th September with Emerald and Ruby, but today was still my birthday too.

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