Chapter 5
I wake to the sun shining through my window. How did I get to my room? Last thing I remember was passing out? After seeing that thing. What was that?
I sit up in bed. The black comforter holds me in place with its bulkiness. The bed is not making it easier to get up. It was so comfortable.
I looked around my room for anything strange or out of the ordinary, but the only thing I could see was a glass of water on my nightstand.
I take a sip, my body feels refreshed as it makes its way down my throat.
Finally, I get out of bed and make my way to the wardrobe. I put all my stuff in here the night before, so I should have a change of clothes in here.
To my shock, when I opened the door it was filled with shirts, pants, skirts, and dresses. Things that I didn't bring with me from America. They must've bought me clothes.
I shuffle through the shirts and pants, I rarely wear dresses or skirts and I'm not going to start now. I stop when I find blue pants that match with a white shirt and black suspenders.
I quickly change, making sure to put on my sneakers (probably should've put some platforms on but I already am fancy enough) and walk out of my room, not checking how I looked before leaving.
Draco was leaving his room. He wore all black with some expensive black shoes. Guess there are different style choices in this family. I went bright, he went dark…
His eyes widened when he saw me. Must not be used to seeing me around yet.
"I see you're doing okay," he said like he was hiding something. "Seems like you took quite the spill last night."
Right, last night.
"About that," I said, as we continued walking towards the room which I dubbed the dining room. "There was this weird creature, thing, dusting a vase in the hallway. What was it?"
"Oh, him," Draco said shortly. "That is Blinky. Stupid house elf if you ask me. Never does the cleaning correct."
I nod my head. I should get used to the weird things about this life. After last night and the potion thing, it's not a normal one. At least not like the last eighteen years of my life…
We turn the corner and see father sitting at the head of the table reading from a newspaper. The headline read: Daily Prophet. Harry Potter now to be married to Ginny Weasley.
"Who's Harry Potter?" I ask Draco.
"No one to concern yourself with," he says. "If you're lucky you won't ever have to meet him."
"Then… who's Ginny Weasley?" I ask, still wanting to know something about my new life.
"You ask a lot of questions."
"Pardon me for wanting to know more about this."
I roll my eyes and sit down next to our father, who was still not looking up from the Daily Prophet. On the table there sat a small tea cup, plates of waffles and pancakes, and a small bowl of oatmeal sitting in front of me.
I quietly started eating the oatmeal, taking small sips of the tea every now and then. It was really silent, only the occasional sound of dishes clinking together.
The sound of heels tapping on the ground pulls my attention. Narcissa walked into the room holding her bag. Father still doesn’t seem to notice that other people are in the same room.
“We better get a -” Narcissa stops the moment she looks at me. She drops her bag onto the floor, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth. This is what gets father to look up from the Daily Prophet.
“What?” he asks.
Mum slowly points her finger at me. I look around at everyone, wondering what they are talking about. Father looks shocked at me, Draco trying not to laugh.
“What?” I question.
“Your hair…” Narcissa says walking over to me.
I reach up and grab some hair and bring it to the front of my face. My breath hitching in my throat. My beautiful black hair has been replaced by platinum blonde.
Draco finally couldn't hold in his laughter anymore. I look over at him with a glare. That doesn't stop him though, he still was laughing.
"You knew!" I said to him heatedly. "You knew!"
"The concealment potion must've concealed quite a lot more than just magic," father said.
I loved my black hair, now I have to get used to blonde? Why must my life turn upside down? If the potion I drank last night changed my hair color, what else has it changed? Granted it’s supposed to bring my magic back, but it wasn’t supposed to change my hair color!
Oh, God. What else is different…
“Oh dear,” Narcissa said, “I’m sure we can change it back, a simple spell to change it back.”
“NO,” I said a little too quickly. “I’ll get used to it…”
Narcissa nods her head. Father seems pretty happy with himself, probably since now I look part of the “Malfoy family”. I glance back at Draco, I still can’t get over the fact that he knew my hair was different and he never said anything.
Father puts the Daily Prophet down on the table and stands up. “We best be going,” he said, “it will take us all day at Diagon Alley.”
He walks down the stairs to who knows where. I still haven't had time to explore this place. Narcissa grabs my hand and slowly follows after him. Draco being left in the back. I feel a little bad since I’m getting most of the attention, though he didn’t tell me about my hair, so it’s only fair.
The stairs lead us down to the entrance hall. I don’t remember taking these stairs up to the sitting area the other day, so this must be a different staircase. But even so, how many stairs and rooms are in this place?
I don’t see my father anywhere. If we are going somewhere, shouldn’t he be grabbing his jacket or something? To my surprise Narcissa walks us into a room to the right of the doors.
Chairs sit around a high fireplace, sun shines in through the windows on the far wall, portraits line the walls - some have small black spots on certain people and paintings.
I turn to Draco, “what’s with the paintings?”
“Family,” he said. “Black spots are ones that have died.”
I nod my head. Father grabs a pot of what looks like ash. What is that?
“Now,” he said, “I will go first, show you how this works. Then you can go next. Others will follow as they see fit.”
He reaches into the pot and pulls out a handful of the ashy contents. “What is that?” I question.
“Floo powder,” he answered, moving to stand inside the fireplace. “You say a destination and it takes you to a fireplace of which name you said. You have to speak very clearly or you will end up somewhere you don’t want to.”
I look over at Draco, he seems bored out of his mind. Of course he is, he grew up in this world, he is used to all this weird magic stuff.
“Diagon Alley!” Father speaks very clearly before dropping the Floo powder into the fireplace. Green flames light up, engulfing him along with it.
Narcissa pulls me towards the fireplace. She holds out the pot of Floo powder for me to take. I grab some of it in my right hand. I walk into the fireplace. My heart is beating in my ears.
“Speak clearly,” she says. I nod, looking between her and Draco. Draco gives me a small smile. I don’t think I would’ve gotten that from my father.
“Diagon Alley!” I said, dropping the Floo powder. Green flames engulf me before the whole environment changes.
I step out of the fireplace, into a bustling street. Shops on every side of me. Most of them don’t have any color to catch my eye besides one shop fuller down the road. Orange. Lots of people made their way into that shop. A strong part of me wanted to go inside, just to see what it was like.
I feel a hand stop me from moving over toward the “popular” shop. I look up and see fathers stern face. I guess he knew where I was planning on going.
“We are getting you a wand,” he said, “possibly an owl then we are leaving. Nothing else.”
Wasn’t long before Draco and Narcissa came through the Floo network. We start making our way down to “Ollivanders”. They said he has the best wands. Narcissa and father got their wands from him when they were younger, making me wonder how old this man is.