A large concrete mansion stood tall in the Great plains of England. A secluded kingdom rested in the hands of the great Rimcint London. After him stood his granddaughter Ripley London. The mischievous, manipulative, and stubborn girl was next in line to hold the fortune their great, great, great, great grandfather started. Merlin himself. Rimcint knew that she would be an excellent leader so until then he rested calmly in the big palace.
Inside the walls of the mansion was Ripley reading her weekly book. Her eyes skimmed across the large old book. Her godfather; Severus Snape had given her another potion book. One of the many ones he had given her. She was reading over an odd set of potions when her grandfather called her into his lounge.
"Ripley darling you have a letter," he spoke from across the room.
She read until the last sentence was done when she carefully closed the ancient book. She stood up from the leather couch and walked inside his office.
She thought it was just another letter from her cousin Artemis London. But it was a tan letter addressed to her, and her location. Not many people knew the location of the mansion. She turned the letter over and a red stamp sealed the envelope.
"My Hogwarts letter," she announced.
It was her first year there. Even though she was 15 her grandfather didn't allow her to attend the school. He feared people would use her to their advantage.
But as Ripley grew she became more like her mother. Headstrong, stubborn, and a great leader. She never really knew why her grandfather was so strong about the subject so she pestered him about it.
For years she did this until this very letter reached her. Severus had written the letter to her and explained the books she would need for the year.
The list was quite extensive as she read through it. Her grandfather spoke up "Ripley, I hope you understand the elves won't be able to get these things," "there's only one place we will get these... Diagon Alley," he added.
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Since Ripley could remember the house elves usually sent food and other items to the house. She was anxious to finally be out in public when it was busy. But a part of her was also excited. The next few days would be a rollercoaster.
She dressed herself in a emerald green sweater, loose black pants, and her doc martens .
Once she was satisfied with her outfit choice she left the mansion with her grandfather.
She reached down to her pocket to reach her wand when it was missing. She didn't worry about loosing her wand. It would be easy to get back. "Accio wand," she spoke clearly.
Her English Oak wand came to her hand with ease. For months she had continued to master wandless magic. Merlin would be impressed with his great granddaughter.
Rimcint looked down as his beloved grand daughter. He was impressed with her. Not many people could impress the great Rimcint London, but Ridley could.
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They arrived at Diagon Alley and the moment they arrived eyes were on them. Whispers and double glances were thrown at them from either side of the street.
"Is that Ripley London?" A small boy questioned. His mother shushed him as she tugged him away. She chuckled to herself. Why were people so surprised with them? She asked to herself.
That question was answered when a Blonde wizard walked up to her grandfather. He held out his hand and spoke "Ah Rimcint, it's been a long time."
Her grandfather shook his hand and continued to make small talk. She peered behind the older blonde to find a much more handsome one behind him. She felt a smirk on her face. The slytherin crest on his sweater made it clear that he was definitely a Pureblood Slytherin.
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She had seen the boy before. Many times actually but he seemed more grown up. More like a manly wizard.
He nodded his head in a greeting and she nodded back. She felt her cheeks blush at the tall boy across from her.
Her grandfather pushed her out of her trans when he said, "this is my lovely granddaughter, Ripley." The older blonde held out his hand and she took it. "Lucius Malfoy," he spoke. His voice was dark. It made her feel uncomfortable, but at the same time it made her feel where she belonged. With the dark people.
Grandfather only associated with Pureblood wizards. Most of them bored her and she usually stepped away from the conversation to avoid her presence being brought into it.
Lucius stepped to the side and showed the other tall blonde. "This is my son; Draco, and my wife Narcissa," he spoke. Both of them were quite polite and well mannered.
Both my grandfather and Lucius pushed both Draco and Ripley into Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Her eyes gaped at the new fire bolt. It was the fastest broom in the wizarding world and she longed for it.
Draco looked over to her with a devilish smirk. "You like Quidditch don't you," he spoke.
"I love it actually, ever since I was young I was on a broom," she spoke softly.
"There's a Slytherin Quidditch team. You should try out," he said.
She looked up to him and then back down. His suit fit him in all the right places. His turtleneck sweater underneath his black suit pulled the whole outfit together.
"Like what you see London," he laughed.
She felt her cheeks warming. She was indeed looking for too long.
"Yes. I think I will try out. Do you play?" She questions. "Yep, I'm a seeker," he proudly says. "Do you play any positions. Or do you play for the fun of it," he adds.
"Fun huh? I'm chaser. Bloodying up people is my specialty," she said as he hardened her tone. Her hands were on her hips and she was now looking up to the blonde boy.
He bent down a little so now he was level with her head. "I would watch your tone with me. I don't mess around with bitches," he whispered.
She felt her spine shiver at his touch. A flood of nasty thoughts fled into her brain. She tugged him down to her shoulder.
"And you listen here. I am a London, I could break your face without any question. And you should watch your tone with me. Because believe me I will fuck. You. Up," she spat.
A snake like smirk was on his face as she let go of him. She walked off towards her grandfather as she pleaded for a new broom.
He caved in and payed for the broom and sent it off to get customized.
Draco also got a broom. The same one to be exact. She playfully rolled her eyes at him. And he shot a sarcastic smile at her.
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The station was busy with kids of all ages. Chatter echoed through her ears. Then suddenly it all quieted as her and her grandfather were visual to the crowd.
A dark floppy hat covered her eyes as she dressed in all black. She thought for her first day she might as well look intimidating.
Indeed she was. Even adults were hesitant to look at her. She smirked at the thought of people being intimidated by her.
The most powerful witch at just age 15 could hex all of those people with a hard glance if she wanted to.
But all the confidence drifted away when the train whistle blew. A warning sound echoed warning the kids to get in.
