The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Astoria Malfoy contemplated the letter before her. A sad story about a child nobody wanted, bounced between homes that couldn’t handle him. A child who did strange things. His parents had abandoned him, likely, Astoria thought, for a perfectly normal thing as floating his toys to himself. Of course, to a muggle, these things would never be perfectly normal. Her eyes drifted to her own baby sitting beside her in his pram. Scorpius hadn’t yet shown magic, but Stori wasn’t concerned. It would come in due time. He was still quite young. As much as she hated leaving him with anyone, this child needed her.
“Draco, darling.” She called out, standing and pushing the pram to the hallway. A man, tall with ice blue eyes and pale blond hair fashionably styled met her at the doorway.
“Yes, love.” He asked, his hands casually in his pockets.
“I’m going to an orphanage in Surry.” She eyed her husband for a moment, unable to stop the small shy smile that touched her lips. Draco didn’t miss it, stooping in for a chance to kiss his wife goodbye.
“Be safe. Clean any memories you need to. Bring anyone home you like.” He grinned a little teasingly. His wife did as she pleased with her time and Draco welcomed her independence. He loved this strong woman he’d married and had no intention of ever changing her. His father occasionally taunted him about being whipped but that wasn’t it at all. Draco simply loved seeing Astoria do what she loved. If that meant reprimanding his father about a snide remark regarding Astoria’s chosen path, then Draco would watch with an amused smile, never taking over because Astoria was a force to be reckoned with.
“I always do,” She smirked playfully. “I’ll be home in a few hours. Would you ask Millie to have something comforting for dinner prepared? I feel like this boy might just need it. " “Of course,” Draco set his hand on the pram, indicating she could go when she wished. His wife pressed her lips to his one last time and bid him farewell before walking down the hall in her elegantly brisk manner. She pulled a short rain cloak from the closet and draped it around her shoulders.
Astoria stepped outside, shutting the thick doors behind her before apparating away. She prefered not to scare her son with the noise and mommy disappearing.
In a blur of squeezing and twisting color, the world snapped back into being right. She’d been to this orphanage three years ago to extract a five year old girl from the the care of the matron. Astoria adjusted to her surroundings and started up the street from the alley she’d apparated to. Not many people were out and those that were kept their heads down the the soft drizzle of rain. Reaching the door to the orphanage, Astoria knocked firmly three times before stepping back from the door, offering a buffer the the woman who answered the door. The dark haired woman who answer the door relaxed as her eyes settled on the woman in the fashionable cape. “You’ve come for him, then?” Relieve colored her words and Astoria felt a strange urge to slap the woman for being so rejecting of the child. But violence wasn’t a part of her nature.
“I am. I’ll do a few tests to be sure he’ll fit our program and take him with me.” She comforted the matron, who stood back, allowing Astoria to enter the Orphanage. A small child sat in the corner, looking at a book. The woman indicated him and called him over.
“Hello, Miles.” Astoria offered softly. She asked the boy a few questions that really didn’t mean much but would distract the matron. With her wand under her cloak, she silently performed a memory charm on the woman so she would forget the magical things the boy had done. Infact, she would barely remember he’d been there beyond that many families didn’t want him and that a pretty blonde woman had come to give him a home. She couldn’t give him a home with her, of course. She couldn’t house all the children she found.
“He seems to be a perfect fit! THank you, madam. What papers do I need?” She asked, as if she didn’t already know. The woman, still looking a bit dazed, drifted to her office and pulled out the necessary things. When everything was settled, Astoria held out her hand to the reluctant child. “Shall we go now, Miles? I have some nice biscuits at home we can have. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Reluctantly, he took her hand. They walked out into the street and down a ways until she found a deserted alleyway. She carefully picked him up. “It’s going to be a bit squeezy, but I promise you’re safe.” And she apparated home. The poor boy threw up, as many do after apparating. She did a cleaning charm on him and the walk and took him inside.