Awaken (Draco Malfoy Love Story)

A Memory

Megan's P.O.V

As I made my way down to the Great Hall I thought of all the things I had done in the past. What would happen if they found out. They being the public would try to have me locked up probably. Why am I even here....what could I have possiably done to cause myself all this pain and suffering. I didn't deserve to have my father hate me or my mother to look down upon me because I was never the daughter she wanted.

"What am I thinking" I exclamied.

Your Megan Slazar Slytherin the purest of the Purebloods, the best of the best, the one who can get any one to do anything. Why dought youself now. I put on the famous Slytherin smirk as I marched up the stairs heading away from the Dungeons and to the Great Hall where all my new peirs where wating.

No dought they had all heard the rumors by now. The rumors of my return had hit the front page of The Daily Prophet within two days. Dumbledore wasn't really the best at keeping this quite. I had already been to sevral meetings with the Minster of Magic he definitaly had a weak mind I could see right through him. The real reason he wanted me there was to revel the secrets of the great and powerful house of Slytherin. I of course refused to tell him anything of real importance. Back in the 1500's there was no proper Minster of Magic things where so much easier then though I do suppose alot more was gotten away with back then, and i'm not just talking about my family getting away with things the are always going to be others waiting to pounce on the weak waiting to cease what used to belong to them for their own. Don't get me wrong I know I sound all "upset" about coming to this time this place, but the truth is i'm not i'm actually quite thrilled. No family, No critisism, No having to set an image for my family. None of that anymore mabey me being sent here wasn't a punishment mabey it was a blessing. Mabey it had something to do with the prophcey that Father always talked about.

3rd Person P.O.V

Megan being so absorbed in her thoughts arrived at the Great Hall quicker than she execpted of course she would not be attending the feast. As Dumbledore had yet to make the annoucement to the students that she the heir and only daughter of Slytherin would be attending their school. The reason she had bothered to make her way down to the Great Hall was because she rather enjoyed watching the mangey old hat ,who was the same age as her, sing it's song and soart the students. Switching to her invisable form Megan sliped into the Great Hall saying a slient prayer that no one would notice the doors open ever so slightly. As she steped in she noticed the nervous looking 1st years standing in front of the platform waiting eagerly to be sorted. As the hat began it's song Megan slowly began to slip into a memory.

(Memory in ittalics after sorting hat sings song)

"Megan Slytherin," the hat announced.

An extremly nervous pretty 11 year old girl made her way to the stool. The children of Helga Hufflepuff, Ravena Ravenclaw, And Godric Griffindore had already been sorted and they all being copies of their parents got into the house created for them. Megan on the other was rather nervous as she lifed that hat off the stool. Nervous because she wasn't sure her farthers house was the house for her she and him had never quite seen eye to eye on well anything for the matter. her fear was that she the eldest of Slytherin's two children wouldn't make the house of Slytherin. Her fear was that if she did not for some odd reason get placed in Slytherin that her father would punish her quite severly possibly send her away, marry her off to suiter, or even quite possiably have her done way with. She had been fearing for year that this dreadful day would come and she would not make her fathers house. As the sorting hat was placed on her head Megan dared to take a glance at her Father and Mother who where sitting at the left end on the table postioned at the front of the Great Hall they both had the usual scowl plastered to their faces.

"Ahh," the hat creeply sighed into her ear "tricky one you are."

"Please just put me in Slytherin and be done with it" Megan prayed.

"Perhaps my child perhaps." " Now lets see very cunning, sneaky, intellgent, and powerful very powerful indeed, but there is one characteristic that dosen't quite fit Bravery."

"hmmm where to put you," the hat pondered.

"Please," the young girl wispered "just put me in my families house"

Megan was indeed very brave, but not brave enough to stand up to her father. She wasn't quite ready to be that brave. At age eleven she wasn't ready,but there would come a day soon when she would be.

"Very well," the hat sighed.

"SLYTHERIN"

Everyone clapped as Megan stalked over to the Slytherin table and sat down next to the other 1st years. As she sat down she released the single breath that she had been holding all night. Megan looked up at her parents hoping for and smile of at least the nod of the head to show their approval, but when she looked up all she got was the scowl that she had grown use to seeing. And from that moment on Megan vowed to do what she wanted and what she wanted alone.

(Back to Present)

"And now ,"Dumbledore annouced as Megan snaped back into reality.

"We will be hosting the triwizard tournment this year which will begin in October and continue for the rest of the school year. because of this the Quidditch House Cup will not be taking place this year," Dumbledore paused.

The students from all houses erupted in boos and angry tones. Even Megan frowned in displeasure. She loved quidditch. Her mother on the other hand hated it, but that was of course the reason Megan loved it so much.

The students where silenced as the doors to the great hall, the ones Megan was standing next to, swung open with a loud creaking sound. This caused Megan to jump from her position agianst the wall still unseen by the menbers of the Hall she slid further down the wall away from the gastly looking man standing in the entrance.

Professor Dumbledore intrudeced the gastly man as Professor Moody the new Defense Agianst the Dark Arts teacher Porfessor Moody. He looked a bit mad Megan thought as she also wondered what had happened to the last teacher.

Finally Professor Dumbledore dismissed the Houses to bed. Megan pressed herself agianst the wall as she waited for all the students to fial out of the Hall. Slowly and very carefuly she followed a group of Slytherins seeming to be around her age down to the dungeons.