Chapter 01

Four Years Later

"Wake up! Wake up you lazy squib!"

It was the 1st of January, Regulus and Sirius had left for Hogwarts.

Mallory was woken up by her her mother. She was curled up in her cupboard, which was now very small for her.

"Get up!" Walburga shouted, kicking Mallory in the ribs.

Mallory winced, and quickly put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Screaming would just anger her mother even more.

Mallory quickly stood up and looked at her mother.

Walburga slapped her on the cheek."How dare you look at me in the eye!" She shrieked.

Mallory whimpered, trying not to cry. She looked down, her hand touching her right cheek.

This earned her a slap on the left check."Look at me when I am talking to you, you ungrateful git!"

I tear slipped out of Mallory's eye.

Walburga raised her hand to hit Mallory once more, but the door bell rang.

Walburga pulled Mallory by the ear, walking to the door.

She looked through the small hole and widened her eyes.

She pushed her daughter to the wall and whispered,"Don't you dare make a noise, okay?"

Mallory nodded her head before she was pushed into one of the rooms.

Walburga put a smile on her face and straightened her clothes.

She opened the door.

"Ah, Albus Dumbledore, what a surprise. What brings you here to visit?"

Mallory peeked a bit to see who Albus Dumbledore was.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled towards her.

Walburga acted like she was confused and turned around to see what Dumbledore was looking at, but inside, Walburga was burning with anger.

Mallory quickly hid inside properly.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore started, causing Walburga to look back at him,"It is just Kreacher."

"Indeed it must be," Walburga replied nodding.

"I have come here with a few things to discuss.."

"Of course, please come in," Walburga said, her eyes full of hatred.

Dumbledore walked in front of Walburga, leading her to the main room.

Walburga gave a sharp glance to Mallory, ordering her to stay there.

Once Albus Dumbledore and Walburga had sat down, Dumbledore immediately began talking.

"So, I took a trip to Beauxbatons, and I decided to see Mallory as I was alreadythere."

"You really shouldn't have," Walburga muttered.

"However, the Headmistress of the school said that there wasn't a Mallory Portia Black learning in their school, which surprised me very much," Dumbledore asked.

Walburga hesitated,"In the end we decided to home-school her as she didn't really like Beauxbatons.. It was a last minute decision."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled once again knowingly,"Of course, it is entirely up to her to what she wants to do. But as she is now fifteen, it is high time she learns to control her magic from a.. Ah yes, a professional."

Walburga's eyes were on fire, but she quickly cleared her throat,"Indeed."

There was silence for some time.

"I shall assume that Mallory is busy with the homework you gave her from your home-school session, and you somehow lost your voice for a minute and you are unable to call your daughter so you told me to go to her," Dumbledore said standing up and walking to the room Mallory was in.