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It wasn’t like Cameron didn’t pay attention in class but it was hard when you hadn’t been in class. She hadn’t been due to the fact that she’d gotten a concussion during Quidditch practice the night before and Madam Pomphrey insisted she stayed in the infirmary another day. Sadly, none of her housemates had them and she groaned. Maybe Hermione or Luna had them. She figured she would ask one of them. 

But she wasn’t expecting Draco Malfoy to speak up, his voice so soft and quiet that she almost didn’t hear him. But the blonde had. She always seemed to hear him her silvery blue eyes met his grey ones and the blonde felt herself smile at him. The half-veela nodding as she walked over to his table. It was sad that he was sitting by himself but with how the war was almost in full swing, she didn’t blame him. 

IM CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

Diary Entry 347

On this day, June 5, 1980, I was betrayed by Mother. I’ve been telling her and father for months that we do not need a new addition to the household, but they brought home the intruder anyway. Running away is not an option, I was here first. I must convince them to return the creature they call ‘Draco’ back to bin they found him in. 

Her blue eyes are focused as she looked out across the courtyard and to the green then the Forbidden Forrest. Cameron knew there were creatures in there, she could feel it and perhaps she knew the good from the bad due to her mother’s power flowing through her veins. The daughter of the stars was itching for a fight, a good one at that but there had been no monster attacks since yesterday yet witches and wizards were still disappearing, as was Half Bloods. That worried her more.

The blonde knew her cousin was handling the talks and that was alright with Cameron, she was too short tempered at this age to be able to hold a good conversation.  Just as she knew there were creatures in the woods, she knew when someone was near, causing the blonde to whip around, hand at the dagger on her side and she raised a brow at the platinum blonde coming into view. 

Edythe never really liked trains, they were always too packed and noisy. The Hogwarts Express was no exception. It was almost impossible to find an empty compartment, she really just wanted to be alone for the entire train ride, but it looked like she’d have to settle for joining someone else.  

A new job in a new country was exciting, though admittedly a bit terrifying as well. Moving to Brazil had felt like going home, but Romania was different and so new. Even so, Pansy was looking forward to what she could do to help the dragon sanctuary prepare to become a dragon and equine sanctuary. This was what she worked towards every day - helping her favorite creatures and making sure they were happy and in the best situations they possibly could be. Of course, being free was the best situation, but sometimes it could be unsafe to send them back out, or breeding programs were needed for some critical species. Pansy was determined to make sure that while these creatures were technically in captivity, they would hardly know it.

Pansy arrived at the sanctuary early, ready to begin work on her first day. She’d been told that someone would meet her to help show her around and get her acclimated to the sanctuary - someone by the name of Charlie, from what the letter had said. It was still a bit early though, and rather than try to find where she was meant to go, Pansy waited for them to arrive, looking around a bit at what was immediately around her. 

The moon was bright as she walked along side her steed. Helga had grown tired of riding and she needed to stretch her legs for a bit. The witch wasn’t scared for it was nighttime and she always felt the safest when it was night. Maybe it was because of who she assumed her mother was or maybe it was because she knew he loved the night as well. The fluttering in her stomach came again at the thought of Salazar and she knew that it wasn’t due to the feelings he had given her. It was due to what was growing inside of her. 

She had felt the magic stir three weeks ago and had confirmed it two. She was pregnant. And she was pregnant by Salazar Slytherin. The same Salazar Slytherin who had promised to not leave and yet, he had left her. She had foreseen it but she had hoped that the vision wouldn’t come true. Helga had been wrong this time. Her hand rested on her stomach and she smiled slightly. No matter how angry she was at the baby’s father, she couldn’t help but already love the little life growing inside of her. There would be some good that came from the two of them.

She isn’t sure why she’s going to find him though she knows that he won’t come back to Hogwarts. She doubted that he would but he deserved to know that he would be having a child and he also deserved to know that he had broken her heart into pieces though she doubted that would help her case. The tracking spell she had went off at the tip of her wand when she stopped in front of a little cottage. It was quaint and not something she would have thought he’d have done. She almost thought it’d be more grand but she doubted that he wanted to be found.