Chapter Twenty Eight

I did not know how long I sat at that desk sorting out the new information before I heard the door open and close. I snapped out of my trance and turned around with a fakely sweet smile. One that would be so hard to question because I was a five-year-old girl still.

"Hi, Ms Sewle or should I call you a tutor or professor? " I asked innocently like my previous encounter with Hinkle did not happen. "You can call me Tutor Lina," Lina Sewle said with a soft smile. her heart ached for the little girl in front of her. After the conversation she had with the little girl's father it was clear she would not stay here long unless unforeseen circumstances prevent it.

"What will we start with?" I asked curiously, hoping it would be magical theory. "Etiquette, in particular table manners," Tutor Lina said with a smile. I tried to hide my disappointment and swallowed my sadness.

Lina signed for me to follow her and I did, I followed her to the opposite side of the room by the window. There was nothing there it was an empty space. She gave me a small wink before pulling out her want. I repressed my desire to hold her wand and to try it out. I took a deep breath in the hopes of covering my excitement.

"Pansy look carefully, I have a single button in my right hand which I could transfigure into a table with silverware," Tutor Lina said, she appeared very excited to teach me but I could see the pity in her eyes. I did not know what else father had talked about with her but it seemed that it was not good.

"I heard you could only change the button into a table, not with silverware," I said curiously. Tutor Lina smiled at my response. "Normally you would not be able to unless you create a spell which would do it for you, mutatio argentum!" Tutor Lina said loud and clear. I watch in awe as the table appeared in from of me filled with silverware. I rushed back before Tutor Lina could call me and wrote the spell down, what it did and the hand movement Tutor Lina used.

It was always said in culinary schools, people write down the recipes that they learn because you would forget. I did not want to forget any spell she taught me, especially ones Tutor Lina created herself.

"You really are studious," Tutor Lina laughed. I merely held a soft smile while she worked me through table manners.

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The rest of my days had been constantly busy, I worked hard during my lessons which I had requested to be longer and every day. I wrote down all the different spells and could eat dinner with the Minister of Magic and know how to hold a conversation while still appearing polite and knowing my table manners.

Because I was still so young my brain was very adaptable even with an older soul inside. So everything I absorbed like a sponge and when I found out Tutor Lina could speak twelve languages I begged her to teach me.

Her teaching method was quick, straight forwards and easy to comprehend. I was able to learn, Japanese, French, Bulgarian, Spanish, Turkish and Dutch. I was not fluent in Japanese, Turkish and Bulgarian but the rest I could speak without an accent.

It got to the point where Tutor Lina started teaching me spells in different languages. It was all to distract me, from the end of the year. From the time where I would be dumped at my grandparents.

Theodore, Daphne, Draco and little Astoria were often visitors on the weekends and I had fun with them but, I felt so hollow. I did more research into what Hinkle told me and found out that the reason why everything is so different was because of me.

Barty crouch jr, Bellatrix, Rabastan and Rolduphus Lestrange were not in Azkaban because of me. Mother was dead because of me. Father became a workaholic because of me. All because I was born. If Mother had not died because of me, Bellatrix and the rest of being in prison but because they were on the hunt for Voldemort and received the news later they headed back early.

Father was close friends with the Lestrange boys and mother used to be liked by Bellatrix. Enough so that she had been invited to her mandatory tea parties when they were younger. They had muggle-borns do their dirty work. They had muggle-borns torture the Longbottoms to insanity leaving Neville alone again.