Minzy appeared silently at my side, holding a freshly cleaned owl. Its feathers glistened even in the dim light of my underground base. I reached out, letting it settle calmly on my arm.
"We're sending a message," I whispered, my voice small yet firm. "To the Malfoys."
The owl blinked, as if it understood. I attached a letter carefully, folding it to fit snugly under the creature's leg strap.
Dear Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy,My name is… I paused, smirking at the formality of it. …Minerva Potter. My cousins and I would much rather be raised in the magical world than with our… troublesome Muggle relatives. I hope you will consider assisting us.
I smiled faintly as I watched Minzy release the owl. It flapped into the night sky, vanishing between the stars.
I leaned back, folding my tiny hands. Finally, I thought. A foothold in the magical aristocracy. Connections. Opportunities. Allies.
In the Dursleys' world, we would have remained invisible, trapped under their narrow, bitter lives. But in the magical world? We would grow. We would thrive.
And one day, I would shape that world entirely on my terms.
Minzy bowed. "Shall I make preparations for their reply, Mistress?"
"Of course," I said, tapping Voldemort's wand idly. "And make sure nothing traces back to us. This is… delicate business."
The underground base hummed with quiet energy, as though it recognized that this was only the beginning. A girl, her elves, and a carefully plotted future—a future in which the magical world would bend quietly to her will.