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Love.

Feeling like you meant everything to someone
Because they meant everything to you

But they don't.

And when your love for someone is so strong
You start caring more about them
Then about yourself.
You start drowning
Thinking they will save you

But they don't.

I stopped believing in love.
I've been in love, yes,
but the only thing it does is breaking you in pieces.

"I'm not like the others," they say.
They start putting the pieces together,

all, to break it again.

Real life is fucking bittersweet.

———

Hogwarts. What an pathetic excuse for a school.

But since all the other schools won't accept me, I'll have to.

"Attention! Let me introduce you all to our new student —  Evangeline Dolohov." Dumbledore yelled, saying my last name like it's something dirty. And, ofcourse everyone starts whispering about me. "Why in the middle of the school year?" "Wasn't her father a deatheater?" "Isn't she dangerous?" "Wasn't she expelled from Durmstrang?"

Yes, my father is a deatheater. But why should they care? Only if they knew how many kids and there parents here are deatheaters.

I walk with my head held high, my eyes fixated on Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. I won't, ever, let my parent's mistakes shame me.

"Silence! Please come forward Miss. Dolohov." Dumbledore gestures to me, as I walk towards the sorting hat with straight posture. And by the fear I sense in this room, I can tell I have nothing to worry about.
I walk up a couple steps, taking seat on a brown stool. The whole fucking school stares at me like I've just killed someone. Curious gazes surround me as Professor McGonagall places the sorting hat on my head.

There better not be lice in this hat.

"Ahhh, another one... Very interesting.. Cunning.. Ambitious... And courageous — very courageous ineed, maybe abut to much- I sense a leader- but where to put you? You have characteristics of a slytherin.. and so was your family.. but you also have characteristics of a Gryffindor.. like your other family member... Perhaps I should place you in.. SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat yells.

Am I surprised? Not at all. My whole family was in Slytherin, like the hat said. But what does the hat mean with my other family member? Everyone in my family was in Slytherin, I don't know anyone who was in Gryffindor.

I walk down the stairs, to the table, seeing a lot of different face expressions. Some look scared, some curious. Most of the Slytherins don't care, they've known other deatheaters. I see a boy with white hair and a confident look glancing at me. Another girl with dark brown hair is sitting next to the boy, probably his girlfriend.

Since there's no other place, I decide to sit opposite them, next to a boy with an dark skin and short hair. He's talking with a boy who has dark brown hair, who smiles at me.

"Hey Evangeline," the dark boy says. "I'm Blaise, this is Draco, Pansy ,and Theodore."

The boy with dark hair and I glance at each other, and both gasp.

"Wait, Theo?"

"VANGIE?"

"What the fuck are you doing here? Why aren't you at Durmstrang?"

"Why aren't you?"

"Do you guys know each other?" Pansy asks me. "Theo never told me he knew Dolohovs daughter."

"We have been friends since we're 6, since our parents are both, you know, and we both went to Durmstrang and-"

"And then that stupid ass kid got expelled, so I went to hogwarts cause it was boring."

"It was your fault, you got me in problems"

"No I didn't"

"For god sake, stop being so childish," the boy named Draco said.

Wait a minute. I remember this guy. His blonde, almost white hair, the pathetic, confident face and- holy fuck.

I may have hooked up with this guy at the triwizard tournament.

Nope. I did not. I remember totally nothing from that all. I was drunk. I think.

He sees it too. Shit. The smirk.

I try to keep my head up, pretending I'm not thinking about it.

Does this bitch ever stop smirking?

The girl, Pansy nods and turns her head back to me, scanning my body with her eyes. "What was your name again?"

"Evangeline,"

I see Theo hiding a laugh behind his breath.

",friends call me Vangie, you can call me Evangeline."

"Okay, Vangie, my real name is Penthesilea, but since I fucking hate it everyone calls me Pansy." She smiles sarcastically.

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i honestly hate to make a/n's but okay lol,
I'm sorry that this chapter was short,
but I promised to post it today :]
the next chapters will be longer
and better <33