Daddy issues

CHAPTER ONE: Introductions

*Annabella's POV*

I felt sick. I couldn't quite describe why it was that I felt that way. Was I nervous? Of course. Was I absolutely terrified? Of course. Was I going to let anyone know? No.

Narcissa had forced me to pack my trunk a week earlier, she said that it would help me with nerves so I had less to worry about as all the essentials were already taken care of. However, as much as she tried to help, I was a wreck. I was starting my first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it wasn't my first day of school... oh no. I was transferring from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France; I was expelled about five months earlier because of my temper. They said I got in too many fights and that they originally took the risk of accepting me -due to my name- as I was presented as a well behaved young lady. Pfft what bullshit. I was never well behaved. But I guess that was the issue, after two years they had enough of my 'dark presence' as they called it. I called it prejudice. They hated me from day one... all because of a stupid name I wish I didn't even have! Annabella... Riddle.

Recognise the last name? I wouldn't be surprised. The whole wizarding world does and not for good reason either. My father is The Dark Lord, He Who Shall Not Be Named, You Know Who... and all the other names they give him. And I have to live with that...

It was third year, but it was third year at a new school. I was worried people would look at me strangely, or worse look at me in fear. I got that a lot. I even got it from shopkeepers in Diagonal Alley (Ollivander looked terrified when he realised who I was and that I didn't really need a wand, it was just for show. Can thank my father for that little gift).
At least I had Draco
I kept repeating that little phrase over and over in my head.

I repeated it when Lucius practically pushed me out of the doors to the Manor, that I was so desperately clinging on to for dear life.

I repeated it when we all reached platform 9 3/4 , where there was a bustling crowd and the air was filled with steam from the train, the noise of trunks and cages clattering and parents saying their final goodbyes before the school year began.

I repeated it when I took Draco's hand as he led me onto the train, getting in one last wave goodbye at my 'parental figures'.

It was only when we were both seated in an empty compartment that I relaxed just a little, knowing I had my best friend to guide me through at least my first week at Hogwarts. It was when Draco waved his hand in front of my face that I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and realised there were now other people in the small seating area with us. A girl, who admittedly was quite pretty, she had short raven coloured hair, large brown eyes, wore a little makeup and a black long-sleeved turtle neck and forest green skirt. She instantly smiled at Draco and I, took a seat beside me and introduced herself,

"Pansy Parkinson", she extended a hand out toward me. I glanced at Draco and he gave a subtle nod indicating that she was ok to be friends with... obviously these were his friends otherwise they wouldn't have been let in here you idiot! I shook her hand, making sure my grip was gentle but my shake was firm, just as Lucius had told me to. I kept my facial expression neutral, a faint and delicate smile on my lips and kind eyes but not too kind, I still had to keep up with my reputation of course.
I noticed there were also four other boys in our compartment as well, they introduced themselves as,

"Blaise Zabini", who was extremely handsome with his dark, chiselled features and a suit similar to Draco's one on him. He was tall and downright gorgeous to look at, but I couldn't risk thinking about any form of crush at that moment. I just wanted to get these damned introductions over and done with.

The next two had a stockier build and introduced themselves as "Vincent Crabbe" and "Gregory Goyle".... these two I recognised from when we were in first year and Draco had those two round for a dinner and sleepover (even though Draco hated calling it a sleepover - he said it sounded childish and girly..... and it was, I could hear them all squealing and laughing from down the hall). I simply nodded at them, I didn't want to touch them, they kind of repulsed me. One time at their 'sleepover' I saw Crabbe, out of the corner of my eye, pick his nose and then grab a handful of food from the sharing platter at the table... I made a point to Draco that he really didn't want to try the salmon and cream cheese blinis...... really

And then there was Theodore Nott, an average looking male though he seemed quite scrawny and short... I mean I am 5'4" and he was only an inch taller than me.

I decided it best to just keep to myself and gaze out the window at the scenery for the most part of the journey, occasionally laughing at the odd joke here and there or giving an opinion on a seemingly important quidditch debate that was happening. It was beautiful outside of the window, like nothing I had seen before... so much colour and life... so much greenery. That was my favourite colour, green. It represented life and all the joy that came with it.

But all of a sudden everything went cold and dark, that life and joy were gone.