Chapter 1
(A/N: I changed a couple of things, like the student ages in the Hogwart years. Because I think they are too young and I don't like to write about younger people.)
Let me introduce myself. I'm Prue Riddle/Lestrange and I'm 15 now. I'm kinda petite: Draco is almost a head taller than me. I have darkbrown, flat hair ( a mix of my mothers and fathers) and dark chocolate eyes. But my eyes turn bloody red when I get to angry (thanks for the gift/curse, dad). I'm also a parseltongue. People always tell me that I'm really beautiful, but I don't care. I'm glad I have Piper: my beautiful, black, venomous, red eyed snake. I really love her. Thanks to her I'm not lonely at 'home'. My hobby's are: drawing (in black and grey), singing, working out, go for a run, explore (most of the times forests) and reading. I have lived with Greyback for almost my whole life. When my father got 'killed', my mother took me to someone she knows she could trust and would take the task: Greyback. She begged, more like threatend, him to take care for me. He, ofcourse, agreed. And later that day she got arrested and sent to Azkaban. Me and Draco met when we were just five years old. I wanted to live with him, but ofcourse Greyback said I couldn't. Because it was my mother's order and bla bla bla. I only have a few memories of my parents. Enough to know that they love me. Even though they are both known as heartless.
I'm homeschooled by a teacher named Durdrof (don't ask me what that means). I wanted to go to Hogwarts, but Greyback wouldn't let me go. That evil, ugly son of a bitch. I don't like him, he isn't affraid of me like most of the people are. My wand is a sister of my fathers, mr. Ollivander told me that when I bought it. He also told me that I have to use it for good. I told him I would do that, but I'm not so sure about that. Most of the times I'm good, but you better not get in my way.
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The sunslight is shining through my darkblue curtains: time to wake up. I have a small room. The walls are black and white and only decorated with my paintings and drawings. I yawn and pull the duvet of of me. I look to my rightside and there she is: sleeping Piper. Oh, and I called her that because it rythms with 'viper'. She's alot like me, gives great advises too.
'Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty.' I whisper-sing to Piper.
She stirs and opens her beautiful, rubyred eyes. I smile to her and get up to brush my teeth and to wash my face. When that's finished I walk to my closet and pull it open. What to wear today? Many of my clothes are dark coloured, but I do have some bright colours. After some considering I go for dark grey skinnyjeans and a black/white T-Shirt. My favourite colours are black, dark green and blue by the way. After changing I walk back to the bathroom and brush my hair. At a moment my neck is revealed and I can see the mark: my born-Deatheater mark. I always have to put a camouflage-spell on it, ofcourse. I'm really glad it's on my neck and not on my arm like the normal ones. I stare at the mirror for a moment. My skinn is sooo pale (another thing from my parents) and I have lightgrey circles under my eyes. I really need to sleep more. I never use make-up. Why should I? It's only waste of time, important time. As the finishing touch I put my black boots on. I grab Piper and place her around my neck. She moves and lightly closes around my neck: she likes it there, plus she's like an awesome necklace. I grab my wand and walk down the stairs. I've made a decision and I'm gonna tell Greyback what that is..
