Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Hilda Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hilda); mentions of puke; and manipulation
Prompts: (OTP) Blaise/female!Harry; (Word) Hope; (Word) Merciful; (Word) Mixed; (Word) Smile; (Word) Tour; and (Word) Why
009. Too Important to Risk
When he followed his mother around Diagon Alley, Blaise Zabini took in the crowd and the excitement. He had been here numerous times before, but he hadn't come during the busy August days. Hogwarts letters had been delivered in the recent days, so everyone and their parents were visiting Diagon Alley to purchase their supplies and catch up with their friends.
As he took in the crowds and the excitement, Blaise found he preferred the slower days of autumn and winter when there weren't as any people around. It was nice being able to stroll down the street without bumping into someone every step.
"I need to stop by Madam Malkin's," Sabella Zabini told her son.
Blaise nodded. He didn't need to say anything, and he doubted his mother was interested in anything he had to say.
As they neared the robe shop, Blaise watched as a young girl exited. She looked to be near tears as she glanced around the alley. Next to him, he heard his mother mutter under her breath. Knowing his mother, it was something impolite and judgmental.
Looking at the girl, Blaise knew his mother's opinion wasn't misplaced. She was dressed in large Muggle clothes with a dried puke on her shirt, her hair was a mess, and her glasses were held together with tape.
"Mother, can I wait out here?" he asked as they approached the shop.
Sabella nodded, barely staring her son a glance as she entered the robe shop.
As his mother disappeared inside, Blaise turned to look at the girl. She was glancing around, looking overwhelmed and close to tears.
"Hello," Blaise said, stepping close to her, "I'm Blaise Zabini."
The girl turned to look at him. She offered him a small smile. "Hi," she whispered, "I'm Hilda Potter."
Blaise's eyes widened. He fought the eager to glance at her forehead for the infamous scar. "Are you having any trouble?" he asked, keeping his tone gentle. "I saw you exit."
Hilda flinched, eyeing the shop in distaste. "Do you know where I can purchase some robes?" she asked, her voice soft.
"I do," he nodded. "May I inquire as to why?"
"T-the lady said they didn't 'serve my kind' in there," Hilda replied, sounding close to tears as she fought the eager to cry. "I-I don't know the alley."
Blaise frowned. Whoever that was deserved to be punished. "I know a few shops," he told her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "When my mother comes out, can she clean your shirt for you?"
Hilda's green eyes lit up as she nodded. "Please," she said, close to begging. "I got sick at Gringotts, and Hagrid can't do magic."
"Don't worry about it," Blaise said, trying to offer her comfort. "So is Hagrid your tour guide?"
She shrugged. "He came to pick me up from the Dursleys," she explained, "and he's been showing me around."
"I believe my mother can assist," he said, "if you would like."
Eagerly, she nodded.
A moment later, Sabella exited Madam Malkin's. She frowned at the sight of her son with that girl.
"Mother," Blaise began, "I would like to introduce you to my new friend, Heiress Hilda Potter. Hilda, this is my mother, Lady Sabella Zabini."
Sabella's honey brown eyes widened at the girl's name. She didn't expect to meet the Girl-Who-Lived dressed like this.
"Hilda would like our help," her son continued to say. "She doesn't know the alley."
"I would be happy to help," Sabella said in her thick Italian accent.
Hilda beamed, offering the woman a smile. "Lady Zabini," she began, stealing a quick look at Blaise, "can I please ask for an additional favor?"
Wordless, Sabella nodded, curious what the girl might want. Before taking her away where, Sabella would need to do something about her clothes.
"Can you clean my shirt, please?" she asked, turning red. "I-I got sick from the carts in Gringotts."
"Of course," Sabella replied, pulling her wand out. "I am going to fix a few additional things."
Waving her wand, Sabella cast several spells to clean the girl's horrid shirt and transfigure those awful Muggle clothes into a set of decent black robes and charm the girl's hair into a basic up-do and fix her glasses.
"When you're older, you should look at getting your eyes fixed," she advised.
"How old do I have to be?" Hilda asked.
"Seventeen," Blaise answered.
"Though I would suggest waiting until you've graduated from Hogwarts," Sabella added.
The girl nodded. "Thank you, Lady Zabini," she said with a smile.
"Come," Sabella commanded, "we'll start at Twilfitt and Tatting's."
Blaise and Hilda were quick to follow as she led them towards the upscale robe shop. She was looking forward to telling Tilda Tatting about Hilda's dismissal from Madam Malkin's. Tilda would be quick to share the gossip with everyone.
At Twilfitt and Tatting's, Sabella had Hilda measured and fit for an entire wardrobe. The girl would need to look her best at Hogwarts. While she wasn't raised in magic, Sabella would see to it that she was looking every bit the pure-blood heiress she needed to be, despite her mixed heritage. Sabella wanted the best for her son, and Hilda Potter was a diamond in the rough. By the time she was through with the young girl, she would be perfect.
Hilda stood as still as she could while she was measure and the robes were pinned and hemmed as the seamstress worked to get the best fit. After thirty minutes, it was clear the girl was overwhelmed. Feeling merciful, Sabella placed a few more orders before requesting a house-elf delivery at the end of the week.
They left the shop with Hilda dressed in a navy robe cut in a classic style with black flats. From Twilfitt and Tatting's, Sabella took her son and Hilda to every store in the alley. When they were at Flourish and Blotts, Sabella watched as Hilda fluttered around the shop, picking up several extra books.
"She's just like her mother," commented a saleswitch with a fond smile.
Turning, Sabella inquired further.
"Lily Evans," the witch said, fondness in her tone, "loved to read and she was passionate about learning. Despite being a muggle-born, she was an excellent witch."
Sabella nodded, filing the information away. From what she gathered listening to Hilda, the young girl didn't know about magic before today and she knew less about her parents.
When they approached the desk to check out, Sabella offered Hilda a smile. "You're just like your mother," she commented, repeating the witch's words from earlier.
"Really?" Hilda asked, hope in her voice as her green eyes widened.
"Yes," Sabella answered, "you're passionate about knowledge."
Hilda beamed. "I didn't know that," she whispered.
Next to Hilda, Blaise frowned. He knew his mother didn't personally know the late Lady Potter, but she was speaking as if she had.
"How 'bout we stop for lunch before purchasing your wands?" Sabella suggested.
Hilda nodded as she paid for her new books.
"Where are you thinking, mother?" Blaise asked.
"The Cheerful Pumpkin," she answered, naming a new restaurant that was released opened by Toucana Black, the youngest daughter of Marius Black. Toucana was a pure-blood witch, born to a pair of squib, and she was a friend of Sabella's.
Blaise nodded. Since his mother was a close friend of Toucana's, they would have no trouble getting a table without a reservation.
As they entered the busy restaurant, Sabella walked straight up to the hostess while Blaise and Hilda lingered near the door. Since it was the lunch hour, the restaurant was busy.
Hilda hissed as her green eyes fell on a familiar boy.
"What?" Blaise asked in concern as he glanced between her and Draco Malfoy.
"He was in that shop," Hilda whispered, "and he made fun of me."
Blaise wasn't surprised by Hilda's words. Heir Malfoy could be cruel when he taunted and made fun of others. Smiling, Blaise wrapped an arm around Hilda's shoulder. "Ignore him," he advised, "focus on mother and me. We'll take care of you."
Turning away from Malfoy, Hilda nodded.
"I would suggest being polite to Heir Malfoy," Blaise told her. "It would be foolish to turn him into an enemy."
Hilda's eyes narrowed as she silent requested an explanation.
"When he realizes the mistake he made, he'll be desperate to fix it," Blaise explained. "Heir Malfoy has dreamed of meeting you for years."
She frowned, glancing at Malfoy from the corner of her eyes. "Why?" she asked, shaking her head.
"He wants to marry you," her best friend replied.
Her green eyes widened as she stared at Blaise. "W-what?" she demanded, her voice soft.
"Heir Malfoy is something of a friend," Blaise explained, "and I know he's dreamed of marrying you his entire childhood. He plans to find you on the express and convince you to join Slytherin."
Hilda shook her head. "If I join Slytherin it won't be because of him," she muttered, "it'll be because of you." She sighed, crossing her arms. "I'm thinking I'll go for either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff."
"Why not Gryffindor, like your parents?" Blaise asked.
"Because Gryffindors and Slytherins can't be friends," she answered. "You taught me that. Since you plan to be a Slytherin, I can't be a Gryffindor."
Blaise blushed. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he explained. "We can be friends, even if you're a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin."
Shaking her head, Hilda said, "It's not worth it. You're too important. While we won't have a problem, others will and that will make it hard for us to maintain a friendship."
Warmth filled Blaise. He was too important to Hilda. "I think you'll make an excellent Hufflepuff," he told her.
This was written for
Are You Crazy Enough to Do It Challenge
104. (Character) Blaise Zabini
Can You Make It Until the End Challenge
Round Seven: Write a fic about your OTP (Pairing) Blaise/female!Harry using (Word) Hope, (Word) Smile, and (Word) Why.
Character Boot Camp: Character Diversity
Character Boot Camp: Favorite Character
Character Boot Camp: Favorite House