A.N: hey guys, I'm back to writing after my first competitive exam of the year (hundreds of applicants and only twelve spots available for the job I'm aiming for, it's a lot of work). Hope you enjoy this chapter. I know the plot takes a bit of time to show up but don't worry, there's one and I have a LOT of ideas.

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Realisation too longer for me to dawn than it did for them. I only realised what was being said once they started looking at me, completely flabbergasted. My thoughts were racing through my mind, causing too much of a storm for me to properly hear what was being said. "What about squibs?". "No, no, at least I don't think so." I took a few steps back, probably looking terrified. Because that's exactly how I felt.

My stare went back and forth between Ginny and Draco who were arguing something that sounded like having to get to the Ministry's library with someone to investigate further. I could feel panic rising in my chest, my ribs feeling so tight that I thought I'd internally choke. I took a few steps back slowly before turning around and heading straight to the entrance of Diagon Alley.

At least no one was staring at me there. Not like when I was walking alongside Draco. Not that they would have noticed anything was wrong with me. It was one of my hidden talents, one I was cursed with. Not showing my emotions, not being able to analyse what I was actually feeling. I was always wearing a mask, unless I was feeling completely happy. Not that that was an usual thing.

As I zigzagged through the crowd of Diagon Alley, I clenched my teeth so hard I felt a migraine starting to emerge. I couldn't deal with this. Not after everything else. It had to be a dream, a cruel one at that. Because Draco had told me how every parents of kids blessed with magic were warned of their abilities. Because it meant my parents had known. And I couldn't let myself believe that they would have betrayed me this way.

I came to a stop in front of the brick wall leading to Muggle London, now completely closed. Of course. I couldn't open it. I had no magic. No scratch that apparently, I just didn't have a wand. While I leaned against the cold bricks, soothing my migraine, I felt someone grabbing my right shoulder, slowly turning me around. "Chloé... Are you okay?"

My eyes met Draco's icy ones. Am I okay? Oh sure, pretty sure I'm either hallucinating without having taken any hallucinogenics lately, or my entire life has been a lie. But instead of expressing my thoughts, as always in difficult circumstances, I kept my face blank. I didn't even do it on purpose at that point. That was just a coping mechanism, whenever my brain would go on overdrive. I just had to push through. I couldn't shatter now. So I said whatever the most logical next step seemed to be. "Wand."

Draco frowned, clearly not expecting that answer. Neither did I, in all honesty. "You... What?" Dragging a hand through my long hair, I sighed before explaining. "I say the quickest way to figure this out is to get myself a wand and see if I can do some abracadabra shit." Draco nodded slowly, seemingly understanding what my thought process was before heading to our left. "Let's go then. Oh and, you might want to avoid saying abracadra. It does sound an awful lot like the killing curse."

I tilted my head while hurrying my pace, beforechuckling darkly. To my relief, Draco wasn't pushing for me to open up, notthat I would have. But he seemed to understand. And that's the best I couldhave wished for.