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So, here was the plan. First, Albert and Lilian would come and say they wanted to adopt.
They would pick Draeka and take her back, take her back to the place where she was born, back to the place where it all started.
Easy, right?
Technically, she would be going to another dimension, another place and time altogether, but it would be where she belongs nonetheless.
1991, about 30ish years in the past, but it would be where she would be at 11 years old is she would've stayed.
After the curse, the prophecy made more sense. The prophecy that talked of the very girl who was in his car, right now. She was like Harry Potter 2.0, really. It was all there, the scar, the secrets, the family........the awful villain who wanted power. But Draeka has many things that Harry never did.
Oh right, the plan. She would be registered, and sent to Hogwarts along with Harry and...well the others. But she had to have a plan. SHE had to. Not him, not his brother, not the boy who lived, or even Dumbledore.
The prophecy said so.
That is all he knew, and he had to trust the great wizard who looked into the future, found a way, found a girl, and said what would happen.
Her parents were horrified that it was her. Proud, but horrified nonetheless.
Being the chosen one meant many things. Her parents left that place to keep her safe, but they could not run. So, they tried to fulfill their daughter's destiny and probably got killed.
Maybe.
Probably is an annoying word. There is still hope of their survival, very little, to be honest, but it is there. They just disappeared. Those meddlesome determined little wizards. Draeka had to get her character from someone.
Of course, they had a good reason to do what they did. At the end of the prophecy, there was a funny little phrase. A horrible, confusingly concerning riddle about the aftermath of the defeat that Draeka was to lead. Nobody knew if it just meant she would be taken away from the dangers of her position, or................something else...something dreadful.
Fred jumping through his thoughts and was ready to tell her, anyway.
They finally arrived back at the orphanage after watching the last movie of Harry Potter.
Draeka liked happy endings and all...but it just was not the most realistic thing. All of the ships were pretty good though, Ron and Hermione, Harry and Ginny, but Draco most certainly would not have ended up with Astoria Greenglass, it just didn't make any sense. She sighed as they walked out of the car. It was nothing she could change, anyways. It wasn't even real.
Her face lit up in satisfaction when she saw a very nice, vintage car in front of the orphanage.
Someone was going to be adopted, someone would go and live a happy life with their new parents very soon. She felt a rush of happiness for whoever would get to go home with a new family soon.
She knew that person would not be her, it never was.
They walked in to see a couple who looked like they were around their 40s sitting in the waiting room. She waved and was about to skip off to her room when Fred put his hand on her shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Leviogard, this is Draeka," he said.
The girl was dazed for a second but then just said 'hello' and took another step to leave the couple to meet all of the little girls, when the lady, Mrs. Leviogard held out her hand and said, "'Ello love, your headmaster here has told us all about you. He said you were quite an amazing girl."
Draeka raised her eyebrows at Fred, but still took the woman's hand and shook it. They were Brits, and they had very strong accents to prove it. What were British people doing adopting someone here in the states?
"Hooowww about we go up to my office," Fred said breaking the awkwardly long handshake. Draeka felt stupid when she realized that she had never let go of the woman's hand. She pulled away and looked down at her feet, grimacing at her own stupidity.
They walked up to the office in yet more awkward silence. When they got there, they all took their seats and Fred decided to get to the point.
"So, Draeka, how would you like to be adopted?" he asked.
Her eyes widened and their beauty was made more obvious to the couple.
They were a deep, striking obsidian-like black, that had specks and streaks of almost magic copper embers in their depths. With her multi-shaded, long eyelashes, her scar even looked amazing, it was a perfect line that sliced right through the tip of her eyebrow where a small piece that neglected growing out the slice of the eyebrow.
She already looked like a warrior, or in her case, a 'chosen one'. Their observation was interrupted by Draeka, who was having a coughing fit, like she had just swallowed saliva and it went the wrong way.
Finally, she pulled herself together (sorta) and managed to say one word. Well...sound.
"Eh?!"
So they wanted her, huh? Somebody in this world actually wanted to have her as their daughter. She couldn't help but be a bit skeptical about the whole thing.
Still, there was a wave of emotion that came over her and she had no idea how to react.
Shouldn't she be happy, though? Isn't this what she had always wanted? Someone to accept her? Someone, to take her to her basketball games (or whatever games, because one sport is never enough) and cheer for her?
She already had Fredric, though. She had Fred and she loved her friend very much. The thought of leaving hurt her, she was happy here, but there was part of her that wanted to go, and have a real family.
Then, she was confused. What did a British couple want from her? Most of all why did they want HER? She was about to start middle school and was very not disciplined when it came to obeying authorities, except Fredric. They hadn't even met her and now they wanted to adopt her? Suspicious if you ask me.
Fred saw her confusion as she was lost in her thoughts.
"Perhaps...I should explain what is really going on..." Draeka furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and slightly annoyed concern. What did she not know? Wasn't she supposed to be 5 steps ahead of everyone? Didn't she know all there was to know about herself? Ugghghhghgh.
"Albert, put a silencing charm on us, please. Lilian, some locking charms should do, just for the better sake of safety, " he said.
What the in the actual macaroni was going on. Charms? Like....magic..? Her heart raced at the thought and she was completely shook when the couple pulled out twigs? -or WANDS and pointed them at the door muttering some words. This is madness...right?
They finally sat down and the woman, Lilian, rubbed Draeka's tense shoulders.
"Draeka, it is time you know the truth. The truth about your family, the truth about your being here, the truth about...well YOU," Fred said looking at her nervously. He had never seen her so alarmed, so insecure.
"Well, there's no easy way to say this but, you're a witch, Draeka."
"I-i'm a WHAT?" she asked.
Ooh, she thought. Iconic Harry Potter moment. This was getting a little too serious for her liking.
"A witch. You have magic. We have magic, too. Just like your parents. Just like...Harry Potter. Who just like you, love, is real," the man, Albert, said.
She could have jumped out of the window right there and then. But right there she wanted to dig a hole and hide, figure things out, and come out with security. A sudden rush of excitement came over her, though.
She had magic. This was REAL. Harry Potter was real, too. Hopefully. This is still sorta suspicious.
"Why, or what... I mean...I don't know what to say...its like 7 in the morning," she stuttered out. "Actually it is 10-" Fred started.
Her heart was racing harder than Lightning McQueen now, and she had no idea what to feel. So she fainted.
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