Quoth The Ravenclaw (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Proluge: Slytherin

“Slytherin is going to have a great addition to it.” My mother said as I began to pack my bags with a couple of books that I got for school. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, Draco is going to do brilliantly in it, Slytherin was made for him.” 

Just a couple days ago, I got my acceptance letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school for magic. Since we as Witches and Wizards exist in this world, we would have to learn magic. Hogwarts was one of the schools locally that taught it. My mother practically burst into tears when I got it, since I was destined to be a witch. 

I have always loved magic, I used to study books for spells and different things I could make and do, potion making, magical creature care, herbolics. I used to also study spells and use my mothers wand to cast them though, it didn’t work out very well so we stopped the first time and I just learned them by memorization.
   
We are a wizarding family and have been for generations, in some ways I’m glad, in others, I hate it.
   
“I was talking about you.” My mother said as I threw the bag over my shoulder. “And let Ickty get that.”
   
Just as she said that, I heard a snap and someone apperated into the room. Ickty was our house elf, which were literal elves that were used as servants for the rich, the poor blokes.

We have two in total. Ickty is our older house elf and has been serving the family for eight years total. His bat-like ears were stuck to the side as his face still looked young but was scrunched up in a serious sort of look.
   
“It’s fine, I can carry it myself,” I said, keeping my bag over my shoulder. “ And who says I’m going to get into Slytherin? I mean Gryffindor doesn’t seem too bad. The whole bravery aspect and all.” I looked up at my mother, she looked as if she'd been slapped in the face. 
   
Pure-bloods. What most think are the “genuine” wizards, the “Original”. I, myself, am a pure-blood but not the kind everyone thinks. I come from one of the ancestral families, yes, my father was a death eater, yes but, I hate the fact I am who I am. 
   
I am one of the more, respectable pure-bloods. My parents were both in Slytherin and major he-who-must-not-be-named supporters, also known as Voldemort. I for one, hope I don’t get into Slytherin. Yes my parents will both be gravely disappointed but better than being stuck with a bunch of Voldemort supporters and Draco Malfoy. Especially Draco Malfoy.
   
“Have you gone mad?! We are pure-bloods and one of the finest of them all. We were made for the Slytherin house, not the Weasley-infected Gryffindor! Those mudbloods and half-bloods don’t deserve the righteousness that we Slytherins hold, our pure-blood!” I sighed and walked out of the room, completely ignoring her calls for me to come back.
   
I fiddled with my raven-shaped necklace, that has a sapphire jewel in the middle, with a long chain that lead up my neck, and made my way around our mansion, mumbling curses under my breath about how much I wished I was in another family.  

The hallways of the mansion were just about endless, they had pictures of some sort of relative or friend on it and the walls were made of oak, with wallpaper attached to it to add some sort of decor.. The halls were always confusing and even years later I still find a room I haven't discovered. I headed to the kitchen, sat down my bag next to the door, then began to help our other house elf, Minn, make breakfast.
   
“Master Blaze doesn’t have to help Minn, Minn can do it on her own.” she said, everytime I help she says that, and it makes me feel worse.
   
She was a very small house elf, her ears were abnormally tiny and she had to stand on several boxes to be able to cook the food, though her bright watery blue eyes were just as big as any house elfs. We got her about a year ago, so she's only a baby in my eyes.
   
“Minn, I’m going to help you whether you like it or not. I hate how you house elves have to suffer the daily wrath of my mother. I also like cooking so please be quiet.” I grabbed out the onions and began to chop them with the knife.
   
“Y-yes Master Blaze. T-thank you Master Blaze. Minn appreciates it.” I smile as I slide the onions into the pan, while Minn sautees them. I then grabbed the bacon and brought out another pan, warming it up and drizzling oil on it. I heard someone open the door and I almost jumped but it was just my younger brother, Delator.
   
“Merlin’s beard you scared me, Delator.” he laughed and I placed the bacon on the pan.