Family Curses

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Chapt 3!!! I want to thank the reviwers...and aldo my lovely beta Eli..you are the best!

Chapter 3: The road is not always hard to walk.


“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”
Martin Luther King Jr.


When I was young, I used to think that the magical world was a dream. Even though I knew there was something special in me, I never thought it was magic.


Never in a million years. Every time something strange was happening, I could only think that God was playing very cruel jokes on me. Cruel, because all my classmates teased me, calling me monster, quirk, weird.


But I knew there was something beyond that for me. But I never thought it was magic.

When I received my letter, it was a big relief for me and for my parents. We had an explanation for what was happening to me every day.

When someone called me smart, bright, and intelligent for the first time in the magical world, it was a great compliment. It was as if all those years of being the subject of mockery to people were going to go, once and for all.


But when someone called me ‘Mudblood’ for the first time, well, it was as if all that I had been working for was crumbling before my eyes, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.


And now, when I think of all that has changed and is going to change, I can only remember the first time that Harry, Ron, and I left, unharmed, from the girls’ bathroom at school in our first year.

Because, you see, I decided I'm going to be a positive person; I´m going to see the world through different eyes. I'm going to make a change for me, the way I acted will change, and the way in which the people have seen me for years will be different.


And perhaps many people will think that this is superficial and stupid, but I do not care if that´s what they think.


So now I sit in a magical beauty salon, not knowing what to expect from the place. It is new, as are many others. The war affected businesses like it did people.


The place is bright, round, which I find very strange and brightly colored, red, yellow, and green in all its walls.


I look up to see some magical butterflies in the ceiling, and I smile a little, because you know, sometimes, you just have to smile. I feel better today…the Cruciatus Curse made something in me I could not have anticipated. I read about it almost every day, I think about it almost every minute. It’s painful, but I keep that to myself. I don´t want to worry my friends.


The pain I feel is one reason I´m making a change in my persona. I believe with all my heart that, if I do something to stay positive, I´ll feel better. Or that´s what the book Magic and the Mind tells you to do.


I also have a meeting with the Malfoys, and I want to look my best. The last time I saw them I was a mess…screaming on the floor in their house.


Once I was done with the hair, I feel different, I have to admit, and I love the way they made it look less bushy. They also did something to my face, light makeup and something to make it look healthier. I needed it. And I am loving it.


I was waiting for the Malfoys to arrive at the Mystic Tea, a new shop in wizarding London. My waiting was not long; I´m sitting at the farthest table from the door, perhaps hoping that they will not notice me in the crowd. They are still intimidating people.

But they do. Malfoy and his mother are making their way towards where I am already sitting, with a cup of green tea. Malfoy nods politely, and his mother offers her hand to me, and I take the gesture, a bit confused.

“Granger.” Malfoy seems to be choking a little as he says my name, and I think I hear his mother laugh.

“Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy,” I greet them politely as well. I´ve been thinking, and if I am to help them, I may as well be polite

“Miss Granger, it´s nice to see you,” Narcissa Malfoy says, as we sit in our hidden table.

“Well, Granger, seeing that you contacted me, I hope you have something vital to say, at least.”

“Draco, son, don´t be rude with Miss Granger; there is no need to be like that.” I am seeing this in a ghost experience, because Narcissa Malfoy is charming; she has this rare aura about her. I believed that it was impossible for this to ever happen, but it is. And I am in a tea shop with the Malfoys, and I´m about to tell them I found important information regarding Mrs. Malfoy´s case.

“Don´t mind, Mrs.Malfoy; it´s only natural for your son to behave like this around Mudbloods, isn´t it, Malfoy?”

“Blood, oh, Miss Granger, blood doesn´t matter; it never has. Unfortunately, it was a big issue back then, was it not? I think you understand us as much as we understand you.”

“It is natural for me to be like that with you, Granger.” Weren´t you going to be polite, Hermione, I remind myself.

“Well, Malfoy, we are not here to become friends, we are here to talk about your mother´s case, and I do have vital information.” I finish my little speech and take a sip of my now cold tea.

“Miss Granger, that is just so sweet; you two never give me the chance to think about all this.” Narcissa smiled at me with what I can tell is an honest and authentic smile.

“I only thought you would want this to be as quick as possible.” And I think, now, maybe Malfoy does, and not his mother; maybe she needs more time. Fascinating.

“We did want it that way, thank you very much, Granger.”

Malfoy sounds just like he was about to explode; it is funny. I went to the Minister himself and asked him to delete the Malfoys’ case. I told him I was helping him, and the only thing he asked me was WHY. I said to him the same I did to Harry and Ron, that everybody deserves a second chance.

“Now, Draco, we must have some of that delicious food Pansy says is served in this place.” Malfoy only nods to his mother and waves his hand a little to the waiter.

“We would like to have some bread, fruit, and some tea. Make sure the tea is warm enough but not boiling, and the bread is to be fresh. If it´s possible, we do not want to wait. “

The waiter nods back, saying a short but educated, “Yes, sir, in a minute,” before he hurries to the head waiter.

“Ladies, excuse me for a minute. I must use the facilities.”

Malfoy leaves the table with a rare smile. I can tell he´s amused; I don’t know the reason, but I am sure it has to do with his mother and myself sitting at the table. Or maybe it is shock from the change I made in the way I look today.

“Miss Granger, I don’t have enough words to say thank you. This means a lot to my son, and one day, when you have your own, you will understand how I feel.”

“Mrs. Malfoy, lets not talk about that for a minute. I have some information, but only for your knowledge. I did some research and I found the hex you were cursed with. The curse can´t be stop, but the pain can. And we are going.”

“We? What are you talking about, Miss Granger?” Narcissa sounds and looks confused.

Mrs. Malfoy was not expecting that, and I think I talked too fast and maybe she didn’t hear me well. Her face was priceless, and she looks like she was bathed with cold water.

“Yes, we are going to see if the information I have is worth trying. You must understand, this is just as important for me.” I feel breathless, and I see Malfoy coming back to the table.

“I see our order is not here yet, better see what is taking so long.” I can only assume Malfoy is not used to waiting for anything, and the whole situation for him is ludicrous.

“Son, sit, please, and wait; sometimes, you have to wait a little and the end is best.”

“I have to agree with you, Mrs. Malfoy, sometimes it´s better to wait, and the result is far better and more valuable.”

The rest of our time went flying by, and I can now tell I like Mrs. Malfoy honestly, and
I want to help her with the curse more than ever.

We talked about Muggle spas; I know that Malfoy´s mother is willing to learn the Muggles traditions and costumes. I feel Malfoy watching me, and I don’t know what to think about his intense gaze.

Mrs. Malfoy and I are going flower shopping next weekend, and it is our only way to talk privately, without Malfoy looking like he is choking all the time. We are also going to try the first of the charms I found out to lessen the pain in Mrs. Malfoy.


I hope this goes well, and that I can feel better helping her, so her short life is more happy and comfortable.


Because you know, sometimes HOPE gives us more than we know. So I hope for everything to be fine, I hope for everyone to feel right again.
And I also hope I can find my parents soon.


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