𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦 | 𝐜.𝐝 𝐟𝐟

𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡.

The war had changed me. The war changed all of us. Who would've thought that the entire wizarding world was saved by a single boy. Harry bloody Potter. The Chosen One.

I wasn't a big fan of him. Obviously. His patent prejudice towards Slytherins repelled me. Voldemort made it a very difficult task for me. Of course, I wasn't able to follow through. He lived through one curse, why couldn't he survive another? Till this day, Potter still thinks I purposely did that. It was hellish for me to pretend that I did it for him. I played a huge role in the fall of Hogwarts.

Only for it to go overlooked and ignored. Not to mention, we failed. They won. Good for them.

I'm never wasting my time again.

According to my hasty Geographical lesson, there was a small town named Forks in Washington, United States of America. Forks was constantly doused in rain and wet weather. Very similar to the highlands in Scotland. Only multiplied by hundred.

Minerva never really gave us an option. She gathered us and sent us off to this blasted town. She claimed that we have had enough of magic and deserved to get a year off. Translation: We need to rebuild Hogwarts and sending you away is one way to make sure you don't abuse your powers anymore. Or as she rephrased, a chance at normal. Not only that, she didn't even trust us to be in the same year as her. Throwing us into the future.

A real pushy mother hen, that one.

As head of the Slytherin House, Horace provided us with a quaint mansion - with five rooms and one bathroom - and a simple Audi S6 to get us to places. Like for example, the God forsaken school we're attending. Again, courtesy of Minerva.

None of us were really verbose at the time, still shaken up by the war. It was an awkward look see around the house. We knew we would get over it, but when? Even my talent for divination couldn't provide me insight. It was pouring down when we reached our new house. Perhaps a bad omen?

Horace fumbled around with the key before unlocking our new haven. Everything was green. Accented with the occasional brown and black. Too dark. The windows were tinted green, filtering the already green interior. I've had enough of green. Every green flash was blazing my brain again. I remembered the first time I cast that curse. Triwizard Tournament. An unfortunate timing to miss my target.

I trudged into the house, not really excited to face another year of academia. I slumped my way up the stairs and avoided everyone and claimed a room of my own. Everyone was left to their own devices.

The best thing about Slytherin, we know our boundaries. And I was extremely thankful to have such understanding peers who left me alone with my thoughts, and I them.

I stared out the window. The rain fell harshly against my window, as if attacking me with water bullets. I remembered the sparks that flashed and flew towards me. I let a few tears of trauma escape. I didn't really have enough energy to go full on bawling.

Back to the topic of school, Forks High School had a mediocre total of only 357 - now 364 - students; there were at least a thousand students back in Hogwarts. I suppose everyone here grew up together, and we were the parasites tainting their already stale population.

We came to know that the Golden trio, and their friends - Weaslette, that plant boy, the quidditch fan and his half-blood partner - were joining us.

I couldn't wait to wake up for school tomorrow.

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As predicted, I did not sleep well. Not only was the anxiety keeping me up, but I was homesick as well. I missed Wiltshire. Let me go back to my mother. I don't care if she is under arrest for aiding the Death Eaters. I just want my mom back. I hunted down many pillows to replicate home, but it just wasn't enough.