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Thorn Bush

~𝐸𝓁 π“‚π“Šπ’Έπ’½π’Άπ’Έπ’½π‘œ 𝒹𝑒 π“π‘œπ“ˆ π‘œπ’Ώπ‘œπ“ˆ π“‰π“‡π’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π‘’π“ˆ, 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒 π“ˆπ‘œπ“π‘œ π“Œπ’½π“Ž π“ƒπ‘’π’Έπ‘’π“ˆπ’Ύπ“‰π’Ά π’Άπ“‚π‘œπ“‡, π’Έπ‘œπ“‚π‘œ 𝒢𝓁 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝑒 π“ƒπ‘’π’Έπ‘’π“ˆπ’Ύπ“‰π’Ά 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒, π’Έπ‘œπ“‚π‘œ 𝒢𝓁 π“ˆπ‘œπ“ π“π‘œ π“ƒπ‘’π’Έπ‘’π“ˆπ’Ύπ“‰π‘œ π“Žπ‘œ~
Fiona Diaz was the daughter of pure blood who had married a muggle. She tended to keep her head down and focus on her studies, no one batting an eye towards her. Until her third year that is.

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Β  Β  Β  Β A house lays on Privet drive, housing a family of three, the Diaz. In the master bedroom sat a pale lady trying one her fine jewelry. Her husband walked in and smiled.

Β  Β  Β  Β "You look beautiful, miΒ amor(1)," he said as he stared at her through the vanity.

Β  Β  Β  Β Placing a kiss on her forehead, she got up. The two held each other as they danced around in their room.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Their only daughter stood in the doorframe, her nose crinkled as she stares at the two.

Β  Β  Β  Β "PapΓ­, it's almost time," she said as she looks at her mom's beautiful satin dress.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Ah mija(2)," he looked over and smiled.

Β  Β  Β  Β She was on the short side and had midnight blue hair just like him. She got his olive skin but was a bit pale from not being outside no matter how much asking her parents asked.

Β  Β  Β  Β "We'll finish getting ready." Her mom said as she returned back to her vanity.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Nicolette, you don't need anything to look anymore beautiful."

Β  Β  Β  Β "Oh Jorge," Nicolette waved him off.

Β  Β  Β  Β "I'll be getting ready then," their daughter said as she walked out and into her own room. Her room was recognized as her own as it had a sign with Fiona and butterflies written on it hanging up on the simple whiteΒ door.

Β  Β  Β  Β Her room was a simple light pink with a white bed that had floral covers on it, her desk sat in front of the window giving her a view of the road. Her drawer sat on the opposite side of her bed and had a simple mirror and a jewelry box. Her closet doors were full length sliding mirrors.

Β  Β  Β  Β She stared at herself. She wasn't wearing anything extravagant like her mother, just a black dress that reached her shins with a belt. Looking at her mother she did feel a bit underdressed.

Β  Β  Β  Β She pulled up half up her hair up, leaving two strands in the front, and tied it up with a ribbon. It wasn't much but it was something to do with her hair. She sadly inherited her father's thick hair than her mom's thinΒ hair.

Β  Β  Β  Β She was a bit on the paler side, not having gone to Mexico that summer. She wasn't able to spend time in the sun with her cousins as usual.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Mija, you ready?" Her dad said poking his head through the door.

Β  Β  Β  Β Fiona nodded as she slipped on her shoes.

Β  Β  Β  Β The three walked out of their house and past the car. Their destination was three houses down so there was no need to take the car.

Β  Β  Β  Β Arriving at the house they were greeted by a rather tall women.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Petunia, it's so great to see you,"Nicolette said with a smile.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Vernon!" Jorge roared as the two hugged.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Jorge this is my sister, Marge," Vernon gesturedΒ Β to a lady who looked similar to him.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Oh don't you look adorable," Marge said as she shook Fiona's hand.

Β  Β  Β  Β The two family had first met when Jorge had ordered seed drills for his farm over in Mexico. The Diaz had came over to finalize their deal when the Dursley's nephew dropped cake onto Nicolette. Fiona bursted out laughter leading to her parents laughing along. Ever since then Jorge had been going Vernon for orders.

Β  Β  Β  Β Fiona on the other hand had to avoid their nephew at school who was non other than Harry Potter. He had tried to talk to her but being in different houses and having a giant deadly snake loose in the school made it harder for him.

Β  Β  Β  Β At the kitchen table Fiona played a game of musical chairs trying not to sit next to Dudley. She had finally managed to take a seat next to her mother as Petunia scolded Dudely for chasing her around and made him sit next to her. Harry had came down from putting Marge's suitcase away and tried looking for a seat

Β  Β  Β  Β In the corner was Ripper, Marge's bulldog, lapping noisily in the corner. Fiona sweared she saw Petunia wince every time specks of tea and drool flecked her clean floor.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Who's looking after the other dogs, Marge?" Vernon asked.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Oh, I've got Colonel Fubster managing them," boomed Marge. "He's retired now, good for him to have something to do. But I couldn't leave poor old Ripper. He pines if he's away from me."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Ripper began to growl again as Harry sat down. This directed Aunt Marge's attention to Harry for the first time.Β 

Β  Β  Β  "So!" she barked. "Still here, are you?"Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β The Diaz eye's widen as she spoke to him, for the first time seeing how the family treats Harry.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Yes," said Harry.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Don't you say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone," Aunt Marge growled. "It's damn good of Vernonand Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β He forced his face into a painful smile.Β 

Β  Β  Β Β "Don't you smirk at me!" boomed Aunt Marge. "I can see you haven't improved since I last saw you. I hoped school would knock some manners into you." She took a large gulp of tea, wipedher mustache, and said, "Where is it that you send him, again, Vernon?"Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "St. Brutus's," said Uncle Vernon promptly. "It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Jorge nearly choked on his fruit at the response, Fiona having told him that Harry had gone to the same school as her.

Β  Β  Β  Β "I see," said Aunt Marge. "Do they use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?" she barked across thetable.Β 

Β  Β  Β Β "Er β€”"Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Uncle Vernon nodded curtly behind Marge's back.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Yes," said Harry. Then, feeling he might as well do the thing properly, he added, "All the time."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Excellent," said Aunt Marge. "I won't have this namby-pamby, wishy-washy nonsense aboutnot hitting people who deserve it. A good thrashing is what's needed in ninety-nine cases out of ahundred. Have you been beaten often?"Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Oh, yeah," said Harry, "loads of times."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β  Aunt Marge narrowed her eyes. "I still don't like your tone, boy," she said. "If you can speak of your beatings in that casual way, they clearly aren't hitting you hard enough. Petunia, I'd write if I were you. Make it clear thatyou approve the use of extreme force in this boy's case."

Β  Β  Β  Β "I don't think beating should be used, even in the form of punishment." Nicolette spoke up.

Β  Β  Β  Β Marge squinted her eyes at her.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Any means of causing pain to a child can lead to increased aggression, antisocial behavior, physical injury and mental health problems for children."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Vernon feeling the tension build up between the two quickly changed the subject.

Β  Β  Β  Β "Heard the news this morning? What about that escaped prisoner, eh?"Β 

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Β  Β  Β  Β As Aunt Marge started to make herself at home. She delighted in comparing Harry with Dudley, and kept throwing out dark hints about what made Harry such an unsatisfactory person.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β Nicolette would throw comments and defended Harry, the two grew bitter towards each other through out the night. Jorge quickly decided that it would be better to leave, gathering his wife and daughter the two bid farewell.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "To think we would call those people our friends?!" Nicolette screamed as they arrived at their house. "That poor boy, being mistreated by them." She looked over at daughter. "Now you better befriend that boy at your school."Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Ma, he already has friends, plus at school he's really popular and even considered famous."

Β  Β  Β  Β "Amor, they're just business partners. We can go and make friends of your kind if you would like." Jorge said trying to calm his wife down.Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β "Oh please, all the friends I had quite talking to me when they all found out I married you. I would rather eat with the dogs then talk to them."

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1: Amor - love

2: Mija - daughter

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if there’s any spelling errors, English isn’t my first language!

If you have any questions, suggestions, or concerns feel free to let me know!

𝐸𝓁 π“‚π“Šπ’Έπ’½π’Άπ’Έπ’½π‘œ 𝒹𝑒 π“π‘œπ“ˆ π‘œπ’Ώπ‘œπ“ˆ π“‰π“‡π’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π‘’π“ˆ 𝒽𝒢 π‘’π“ƒπ’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ“‰π“‡π’Άπ’Ήπ‘œ 𝒢𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃 π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ά π“‡π’Άπ“π‘œπ“ƒ, 𝓅𝒢𝓇𝒢 𝒽𝒢𝒸𝑒𝓇 π“†π“Šπ‘’ π“ˆπ“Š 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒢𝒹𝒢 𝓇𝒾𝒢 π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒ π“‚π’Ύπ“ˆ π’·π‘’π“ˆπ‘œπ“ˆ π“Œπ’½π“Ž 𝓂𝒾 𝑔𝓇𝒢𝓃 π’Άπ“‚π‘œπ“‡