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(Draco/Oc after war. Tayla and Draco started dating towards the start of sixth year, they were childhood friends but at Hogwarts it changed when she was sorted into Gryffindor and befriended the golden trio. The pair argued a lot in the younger years but as they grew they patched up their friendship and it resulted in their relationship. The pair had planned a future together children. Marriage, jobs. Tayla stood by him through his dark time when he finally opened up her. The pair were madly in love, or so she thought. She fought in the war and was seriously hurt, she was close to death but Draco wasn't there for her he'd fled. She spent months in hospital with no word from Draco. 4 years had passed since then and they had no contact, she was angry,upset, devastated and never really moved on. However he was engaged to some younger women and was living it up, he was almost like a celebrity in the wizard world. She couldn't go a week without seeing a story on him) Tayla was walking down the street with her 3 year old niece holding her hand, she was looking after her for the day and treating her. As they were walking the little girl (Rosalie) bumped into two people. Tayla looked up to apologize for her niece when she saw the infamous blonde hair of the only Malfoy heir, a Draco Malfoy. She gasped, the last person she wanted to see ever again was him, and to make it worse he was with some trashy looking girl. She knew how it must look to him, Rosalie looked a lot like Tayla he probably thought she was her daughter. (Character description: Tayla Phillips, long blonde hair, green eyes)

A young wizard sat infront of one of the old run down shop fronts in Diagon Alley. It was pouring with rain, and she was soaking wet. She was old enough to be in her 5th year at Hogwarts, but couldn't physically go. She didn't have the money to buy the equipment. And nobody would buy it for her. Her cheeks were thin, her body was malnourished. All she had was a thin blanket and jacket in an effort to keep herself warm. It didn't work. It never did. She had no shoes, her toes were blue. Her blue eyes were dull and depressed, her skin pale. Her parents were gone. Dead. And she had nowhere to go. She'd been out here for years, and nobody, not once, had stopped and said anything to her. All of a sudden, she was taken by surprise when someone stopped infront of her. She looked up at them, choking out her words. "D-Don't...Don't..H-Hurt me.." (Please roleplay as anyone of your choice. This is my OC, Felicia Ellis. She has blue eyes, messy black hair, and has been on the streets since her parents died, being killed by Death Eaters. She never started Hogwarts, nor does she have a wand. She's an animagus, but doesn't know. Clean, please.)