With Every Dying Breath (Draco Malfoy Love)

Chapter two

My name is Juliana Sylva. And here's my story.

          
                                     I'll start with when I was young, so you get an idea of just how messed up my life is.


             I was born in a tiny house, just East of London. My stay-at-home Mom's name was Ruth ( surname: Johnson) Sylva. My Dad was Charlie Sylva. I was born into a family of nine siblings. All of them older than me. I came to being on April 14th. By then, my oldest sibling, Amelia had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

        Amelia was the only person in my family to be born a witch, that is, other than me. I don't remember her at all. Because this happened:


              Voldemort had risen to power, and was striking down every witch, wizard, and muggle he could find. My dad, Charlie was the Minister of Magic. Yes, THE minister of Magic. Obviously, he was a distinct target of the dark lord.

    
              We traveled for weeks attempting to get away from our house in England, trying anything to escape the death eaters, but there was no hiding from them. When they found us, they realized killing us on the spot would just be merciful.  Instead, they inflicted the INFIRNO PORTATLES EXAR MARTICULA curse on my dad. This is bascically another way of saying they caused him to lose his mind.


                                                           Even Simpler put, he murderd my family.


                 I'll spare you the gory details, but i will tell you that he chose a different way to murder each member of my family. Stangling, Stabbing, beating to death, nailing to a tree, boiling, torturing to death with the cruciatus curse, causing them to commit suicide under the imperio curse. Burying alive, feeding to an Acromantula, and finally, and mercifully, the Avada Kedavra curse.



                                                                            Okay maybe I didn't spare you the gory details.



              That said, every one of my siblins died, along with my mother. I don't know how I escaped. I was only a baby. All i know is i was found amongst the ten gory, disturbing carcasses of my family.

                        I was put up for adoption, but as you could say, it didn't work out. So i was stuck at "Kindness Center Adoption Agency."



                                                                          FOR TEN YEARS.




                                               Then something amazing happened that changed my life.

               An old man came to the adoption center, asking for me. Me? I wondered. No one outside of the orphanage knew who I was.  Miss Edith (The crappy, selfish head of the orphanage) came and told me I was leaving. Finally. After ten years cleaning up after the old slob, i could leave. Forever. I was so overjoyed I could barely breathe. Then something hit me.


                                                  She hadn't said I was adopted, she said i was leaving.


               If you've ever been in the foster or adoption system, you know that "leaving" means switching orphanages or foster homes. But actually, this was different.



                 I gathered my things and said goodbye to a few of my "friends" and went with the man. He took me to his old car and drove me to a rickety old house in the country. We didn't speak once during the four hour car trip. At the house, a family of eight were waiting for me, all of them with bright orange hair.


                       They introduced themselves as Charlie, Percy, Fred and George (who were twins), Ron, Ginny, Molly, and Mr. Weasly.


                                                               My first reaction was that this was obviously a foster home.



                                           I turned to the old man, but he was gone. I guess I was stuck with the pumpkin family.  


             After a couple of hours, I grew to like the family. The boy, Ron, was exactly my age. I mean, exactly. We had the same birthday. The twins were funny, and I talked to the girl, Ginny a little. She was a year younger than me, but we found we had some things in common. Like we both loved to paint, and we both loved the same bands and so on. Charlie, the oldest, had to leave only a few minutes after I arrived, but he seemed nice, and Percy just gave me a nod and retreated to his room. Well.  


              Mrs. Weasley showed me to a small room with a rickety wooden bed with a light blue quilt, a wooden dresser, and a dusty, circular white mat in the middle of the floor. Needless to say, I loved the place.


                                                    The next day Mrs. Weasley and Ron explained to me about Magic.


          Of course, I was shocked. At first I thought they were joking, but they were dead serious. They told me about You-know-who, and how I had been watched by Professor Dumbledore my whole life. They promised to take me to Diagon Alley the next day to get my school supplies for some school called Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry.



                  After about a week of confusion, packing, and pranks on the twins, I was ready to go.



                                                          And so began my Life as a Witch.



                *Author Note*        Hey everyone! Just letting you know that this chapter was just meant to be a brief summary, and the rest of the story will be much better than this! Love you all!

                                  xoxoxoxoxoxoxo-Chasity