The Last Horcrux/Hogwarts Express/Purebloods and Mudbloods
“Most of my friends are pureblood Wizards and Witches,” you explain to Lily, “Did Professor Trelawney explain what that means to you?”
Lily looks puzzled, and shakes her head slightly.
“Ok, so Pureblood means that both your parents were magic users, so you’re born into a Wizarding family. There are also half-bloods, where you have one magical parent and one non-magical parent, and Muggle-born, that means normal parents, not magical.”
Lily nods and blinks a little. It’s clear that this is a lot for her to take in, and that Professor Trelawney has not done a great job of explaining things to her.
“So anyway,” you continue, “just because someone has magical parents doesn’t mean they can always use magic themselves. Sometimes they can’t, and we call these people Squibs, which is a bit mean actually. Henry, my groomsman, and my Nanny, Miss Lancel, are both Squibs. They pretty much raised me because my parents died when I was a baby. They taught me to be nice to Squibs and Muggles, normal people I mean.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your parents,” Lily says, compassion lighting up her eyes.
“It’s ok,” you say, unable to meet her gaze for a moment, “it was a long time ago, and I never really met them anyway. I have got an aunt, Bellatrix, but she mostly lives in Paris. Do you know who your parents are Lily?”
Lily shakes her head, “they say I was left in a hospital, and always lived in care homes or with foster parents since then.”
“Okay, so we don’t know if your parents are magical or not then? Maybe they were. My friends are all very snobbish about being pureblooded, and they call people who aren’t Mudbloods, which is a really mean thing to say. I think most Purebloods are terrified of having a child who can’t use magic, so they’re obsessed with breeding. They think that pureblood parents won’t have a non-magical child. All my friends mothers keep trying to persuade me to marry their sons when I get older. Like all the time. I’ve even got cousins who want to have babies with me. How gross is that?”
“Yeah,” Lily agrees, “that’s really weird,”
“It is,” you nod, “so although the purebloods might not be very friendly to you, at least they won’t want to breed with you. I think the whole thing is totally stupid.”
As if summoned by your words “totally stupid”, the door to your compartment slides open again, and there stands your arrogant but dim-witted cousin, Draco Malfoy, with his even more dim-witted goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
“Hello Emily,” Draco says to you, ignoring Lily who looks up hopefully, “Pansy said you were down here. Aren’t you going to join us for lunch?”
“Hello Draco,” you say, with forced politeness, “allow me to introduce my friend, Lily Smith. Lily, this is Draco Malfoy, my cousin, and these two are Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe actually gives a little respectful nod, until Malfoy shoots him daggers with his eyes.
“Yeah, Pansy told us you were hanging out with a Mudblood,” Malfoy almost spits, “You should be hanging out with us Emily, not the likes of her.”
Malfoy’s goons laugh out loud, and Malfoy himself grins cruelly. Lily averts her eyes and looks at the floor. She clearly has no idea how to stand up to bullies.
You feel a white-hot rage building up inside you. Knowing you could simply end this moron with the Killing Curse occurs to you, and with a flick of your arm you bring your wand into your left hand. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle’s eyes widen and your sudden threatening gesture.
“I wonder Draco,” you snap at him harshly, “have any of you heard of the Penis-withering curse? It’s very easy to use. It makes a boys penis shrivel up like a dried prune. Forever. Totally irreversible they say. Would you let me practice it on one of you? All you do point your wand at a boy and say…”
Crabbe and Goyle don’t hang around to find out what happens when you say your next words and start fleeing down the corridor. Draco turns his head in dismay to see them running away.
“…Penis Shrivelliato!” you cry, before bursting into fits of giggles with Lily, your anger defused by their fear.
“Very funny Emily,” Draco sighs, not quite stupid enough to have believed your threat, but too stupid to think of a witty comeback. He then leaves you alone to head off after his idiot friends.
You and Lily laugh for a moment longer, and then she asks you, “Emily, is that a real spell?”
“No,” you practically snort with laughter, “I just made it up!”
This makes you both rock with laughter again.
Even the monster thinks it is funny.
Inside Extended Luggage Suite
Books: Life Magick of the Celts and ancient Britons, Wiccan Blood Rituals, A Primer of Magickes of Imperial China, The Fragmented Soul, Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts, Love Potions, Sexus, Serpentes et Magicae Voluptatis, The Daughters of Hecate, A Secret Guide to Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s Diary (Horcrux).
Magic Items Sofia Lestrange’s Pensieve, Enchanted Tarot, Guardian Statue, Self-Writing Quill, Wizard’s Chess Set, Mother’s Broomstick, several sets of shirts, skirts and underwear with protection from minor charms, jinxes and hexes.
Other Items Clothes, text books, blankets, towels, food, medicines and various supplies