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December 31, 1991
Montreal, Canada
Melissa Gordon hated 275 days of the year including her birthday, Christmas, New Years, and any other holiday that made most 11-year-olds smile. She had everything a kid could ever want except her father's unconditional love, the ability to mess up and know it was okay, and smile without it hurting.
The other 90 days were pure heaven, she'd be in Scotland with her mither. They'd spend time together exploring Glasgow and the local highlands. Melissa could smile happily those blissful days.
"You'd have loved the Hogmanay festival here in Glasgow," Melissa's mither, April Milligan nee Gordon, informed in a cheery voice with her smooth, whiskey like Scottish accent.
"I'd bet I would, mither," she replied softly and watched her father from the hallway.
James Gordon stood by the doorway and was tapping his watch in an impatient manner.
"Mum, I've got to go. Don't want to be late for dinner," Melissa informed with a small frown.
"Bye, see you this summer," with that April hung up and left Melissa alone with her father.
"You took three minutes too long," James Gordon scolded and gripped the little red haired girl by the arm. He dragged her over to the front door and gave her hand three quick slaps making the girl's hands tingle in pain.
"Je suis désolé!" Melissa replied quickly and looked at the ground as she was ushered out into the cold Montreal air and into a limo waiting at the curb.
She quickly got in and moved to the very front while her father sat between two other women and quickly downed a glass of wine. Melissa looked down in disgust as she watched him flirt and down another glass. "Why can't he just divorce my mother and let me live with her?" she wondered, but deep down she knew the real reason.
Melissa Gordon was the one thing that made Montreal's golden boy golden after two ruined marriages and one silent separation. She was the asset that was handled with enough care to seem important, but that was all.
They drove in the suffocating limo for about an hour before arriving the grand opening of some expensive restaurant that was popular in Europe. There was paparazzi from America and Canada lining the sidewalk. The flashing lights blinked outside the tinted windows causing Melissa to let out a sigh of frustration. Another PR stunt and another display of fakeness.
James got out first and appeared to have let his daughter out from besides him, however he only let her down from the limo. They held hands loosely down the walkway and past the cameras. Once inside Melissa was gently pushed to the side and he took his place between two different women and started on another cup of wine.
Melissa shook with rage at her father's disgusting behavior and quickly journeyed to some empty balcony in nothing, but a light sweater. She sat on a snow covered chair and started cursing loudly in Gaelic and let out a few sentences about men and their behaviors. She caught the look of a few birds, but otherwise went unnoticed. She only paused in her ranting when an owl swooped down and dropped an envelope in her lap.
"What's this?" she wondered and carefully opened the letter and dumped the contents into her lap.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Gordon,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Melissa stared at the letter and quickly ripped it to shreds and glared at the tiny bits of parchment. "The press needs to try harder with their gag gifts," she growled and crossed her arms across her chest.
This continued for about another five letters before she stopped and decided to accept that perhaps this was true. She would send her response when she got home, "Mister Owl? Would you please return to me in another three hours? I'll have a response for this Dumbledore."
The owl cooed softly before lifting off into the chilly skies and out of sight.
"If this is true it might be my escape from such foolishness," Melissa mused and smiled softly at the thought that perhaps she could live not under her father's vision, but her own for a change.
Melissa walked into her bedroom and carefully pulled her mobile phone out of it's hiding place and dialed her mither's phone number. She waited impatiently for her to answer, pacing back and forth on her plush carpeted floor.
"Sweetie? Is this about the letter?" April greeted and Melissa could imagine her mother sitting on her favorite worn out chair with a wrinkled nose.
"Yeah, it is. How do you know?" she asked surprised that her mother already knew.
"This Hogwarts place is located in England and as the parents living in Scotland it would make sense for me to be the one to receive it," April replied and a slight rusting came over the phone. "You'll spend the school year in England and then summers with your father. I don't care what he says, I'll threaten going to the press."
Melissa laughed softly at her mither's declaration, but thanked her just the same. They talked for a few moments before Melissa feared that her father would discover them and scold her. She slipped the phone back into it's hiding place and sat before her desk. She took out a piece of paper and quickly penned a response to her acceptance to Hogwarts.
The only noise that could heard from outside her room was her father digging through the fridge for a bottle of wine and opening various doors. Melissa scowled knowing that her father was currently in the process of entertaining some desperate whore. It was nearing midnight and he was still moving about and suspicious groans could faintly be heard.
Melissa called him a few choice words in Gaelic and French each translating into things like manwhore, and pervert. She let out a deep sigh and walked over to her window opening it. "If the owl comes back I can give him my letter," she muttered and decided to read some random book she got from the library. Melissa was about a quarter of the way in when she heard the familiar coe of the owl outside her window.
"Hello," she responded and handed the enclosed response to the owl and carefully scratched its head. "Let's meet again with good news."
The owl tilted his head and with another soft coe he took off into the night skies. At the same moment her father burst into her room, slamming the door against the wall.
"You're going to some boarding school without my consent?" he questioned slurring his words slightly and smelling of wine.
"I'm going whether you like it, or not!" she responded in a level tone, but fear gripped her senses. She had stepped back at the sight of his drunken gaze.
"That's true, but I can still teach you one last lesson in keeping face," he advanced towards her with ragged movements.
Melissa bolted towards her small balcony that stood only a few feet off the ground and looked back towards her father. He was coming at her at a full run and looked prepared to do more then slap her hands. Taking a deep breath and jumped down from her balcony and landed feet first on the snow covered ground. Pain shot up her left leg from her ankle, but she quickly ran towards the guest house knowing she could lock herself inside and away from him.
Melissa quickly locked the entrance to the guest house behind her and sank to the floor. "This is the fifth time this month," she thought feeling treacherous tears form in her eyes. "Grandpa shouldn't see what his son has become and mother can't afford to worry about me," she resolved once again and quickly wiped her tears and limped over to the coach to sleep.