Title: Into the Loving Arms of Magic
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: Yes, I know...you've waited a long time just to for this piece of s**t chapter. Yes, I know it's short. Yes, I know that nothing REALLY happens...just Iris's mom thing. Yes, I also know that I should stop writing and go stuff my head in the freezer because I suck but this chapter is necessary for a few things to happen way later in the fic so please don't be too angry. Anyway...on with the show! Oh and thanks A.Dee!!!
A/N2: To anyone and everyone who is reading this fic. I heard a rumor that "Word of Mouth" is the best way for getting people to read your fic. So PLEASE, if it's of no trouble to you...recommend this to your friends! Thank you!
11. What Daughter?
Dumbledore had sent an owl to Iris' mom. She knew this because one morning during breakfast Iris received two letters and a package. The package and one of the letters were from Adam. The other letter was from her mother. Iris dropped the bacon that was halfway to her mouth. She tore open the envelope and read:
Dear Iris,
I don't know if you will receive this. You know how I feel about sending you letters with these animals. I am writing because I received a letter from your Headmaster saying that you had almost killed a poor little boy. Iris, I knew that you were constantly trying to prove that you are una gangerita de la calle, * but you have gone too far. When you left the United States I told you that I didn't want to know any more about you.
After this incident, I am forced to say that you never were my daughter and that I have never had a daughter. Therefore, you must give up the last name I have given you. Find your father and take his last name.
Sincerely,
Patricia Hernandez
P.S. I have sent a letter to your Headmaster telling him that he is not to notify me for anything that concerns you.
Iris picked up her things and went back to Gryffindor Tower. She was going to skip, again. Even though she had Potions that day, she didn't care. Tears burned the rim of her eyes, but she would not cry for that bitch of a mother. Instead she flopped on her bead and put on her Staind CD and opened Adam's letter.
Hey Babe,
Well, I got your letter asking for CD's. I hope things are going better for you than you said in your last letter. Hope you enjoy the CD's. Things are boring here without you.
Much Love,
Adam
P.S. I'm still sulking after you left me for the U.K.
Iris smiled. Adam had been her only friend at Regilucios. They knew each other so well that they acted like siblings. At first they both thought that their feelings for each other were more than 'just friends.'
They tried to go out but the relationship ended as soon as they noticed how awkward they felt. They slowly went back to just being best friends.
"Would you care to explain what you are doing here instead of your Potions classroom, Miss Hernandez?" said McGonagall. Iris froze.
"Professor, I-I wasn't feeling well. I threw up this morning so I didn't go to class," said Iris satisfied with her answer.
"Really?" said McGonagall strangely intrigued. "When was this?"
"Right after I got dressed." Iris thought that would be the right thing to say since she was dressed for class. She was sure that McGonagall would believe her.
"I presume that this was before you went to the Great Hall and ate a rather nice breakfast?" Iris gulped.
"Now Miss Hernandez, the truth if you don't mind."
Iris took her mother's letter from her pocket and gave it to McGonagall. After she read it, she said, "I'm sorry but nonetheless, you must go to class. I expect you to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
The Transfiguration teacher turned to leave but Iris called her back.
"Professor, how did you know that I hadn't been to class?"
McGonagall hesitated but then said: "Professor Snape told me to check on you."
*A street gangster
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: Yes, I know...you've waited a long time just to for this piece of s**t chapter. Yes, I know it's short. Yes, I know that nothing REALLY happens...just Iris's mom thing. Yes, I also know that I should stop writing and go stuff my head in the freezer because I suck but this chapter is necessary for a few things to happen way later in the fic so please don't be too angry. Anyway...on with the show! Oh and thanks A.Dee!!!
A/N2: To anyone and everyone who is reading this fic. I heard a rumor that "Word of Mouth" is the best way for getting people to read your fic. So PLEASE, if it's of no trouble to you...recommend this to your friends! Thank you!
11. What Daughter?
Dumbledore had sent an owl to Iris' mom. She knew this because one morning during breakfast Iris received two letters and a package. The package and one of the letters were from Adam. The other letter was from her mother. Iris dropped the bacon that was halfway to her mouth. She tore open the envelope and read:
Dear Iris,
I don't know if you will receive this. You know how I feel about sending you letters with these animals. I am writing because I received a letter from your Headmaster saying that you had almost killed a poor little boy. Iris, I knew that you were constantly trying to prove that you are una gangerita de la calle, * but you have gone too far. When you left the United States I told you that I didn't want to know any more about you.
After this incident, I am forced to say that you never were my daughter and that I have never had a daughter. Therefore, you must give up the last name I have given you. Find your father and take his last name.
Sincerely,
Patricia Hernandez
P.S. I have sent a letter to your Headmaster telling him that he is not to notify me for anything that concerns you.
Iris picked up her things and went back to Gryffindor Tower. She was going to skip, again. Even though she had Potions that day, she didn't care. Tears burned the rim of her eyes, but she would not cry for that bitch of a mother. Instead she flopped on her bead and put on her Staind CD and opened Adam's letter.
Hey Babe,
Well, I got your letter asking for CD's. I hope things are going better for you than you said in your last letter. Hope you enjoy the CD's. Things are boring here without you.
Much Love,
Adam
P.S. I'm still sulking after you left me for the U.K.
Iris smiled. Adam had been her only friend at Regilucios. They knew each other so well that they acted like siblings. At first they both thought that their feelings for each other were more than 'just friends.'
They tried to go out but the relationship ended as soon as they noticed how awkward they felt. They slowly went back to just being best friends.
"Would you care to explain what you are doing here instead of your Potions classroom, Miss Hernandez?" said McGonagall. Iris froze.
"Professor, I-I wasn't feeling well. I threw up this morning so I didn't go to class," said Iris satisfied with her answer.
"Really?" said McGonagall strangely intrigued. "When was this?"
"Right after I got dressed." Iris thought that would be the right thing to say since she was dressed for class. She was sure that McGonagall would believe her.
"I presume that this was before you went to the Great Hall and ate a rather nice breakfast?" Iris gulped.
"Now Miss Hernandez, the truth if you don't mind."
Iris took her mother's letter from her pocket and gave it to McGonagall. After she read it, she said, "I'm sorry but nonetheless, you must go to class. I expect you to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
The Transfiguration teacher turned to leave but Iris called her back.
"Professor, how did you know that I hadn't been to class?"
McGonagall hesitated but then said: "Professor Snape told me to check on you."
*A street gangster