Katerina Rhowen, the daughter of one of the most deadly Death Eaters in London, stays with her crowd of Slytherins at Hogwarts as they torment the golden trio. But what happens when Katerina has to make a choice? Juggling both sides, she gets confli...
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August 18, 1994.
I woke up to the sun gleaming through my window. The cold, chilled air hitting my body under my covers, forcing me to move around in search for warmth. I soon sat up, unsure of the time, but assumed it was still early because of the way the clouds hit above the manor.
My feet hit the cold floor and I hesitated to stand up because of the way the wood on the floor chilled my body. But, I forced myself up and quickly got ready before my father woke up; he would always get so angry whenever I was late.
It was the day of the Quidditch World Cup, one of the most important days in Quidditch history. To be honest, I never actually cared for quidditch, but my father always said the game was the key to the minister. He made me start playing in my second year when Draco wanted to play. I didn't want to, but any sign of hesitance to play would anger him, so I signed up for seeker. I was pretty good at it too.
I opened my closet, looking for the dress I was given to wear to the game.
"Formal attire," my father said the day before. "I've gotten you this dress, wear it. And don't forget your ring."
The dress was royal blue, of course; our family's color. Each pureblood family is given a color they represent, whether it be green, white, or black, they always wore that color to events. Along with their ring that holds the family's initial and their color. This ring was worn everywhere by all the purebloods, even to school, as a way to display their status.
I had just finished getting dressed when there was a sudden pounding at my door before it suddenly swung open. My head quickly turned to the door in surprise and I jumped slightly as my father walked in.
"You're late, Katerina."
"I'm sorry, I was just about--"
"Save your excuses," he said firmly and walked over to me, pulling my wrist and dragging me out of the room. "No breakfast, you've missed that opportunity already."
He pulled me down the stairs to the main hall, yanking my wrist as any feeling of me falling behind. When we finally met my mother at the front, he let me go and checked his watch. A slight growl went over his face as he looked back at me.
"Five minutes over," said my father.
"Oh, it's not that big a deal," my mother said softly. My father gave her a stern look and she quickly shut down. I give her effort for trying, but sometimes I need a little more than that.
I said nothing in return, looking at a single crack in the wood on the floor until he grabbed my arm and I suddenly felt like I was being pressed and pulled from every direction possible. He finally let go of me when we felt our feet on the ground again.
I looked around to a huge field flooded with tents and people walking around. Families were sitting together, laughing and playing games, waiting for the quidditch match to start. My father yanked my shoulder so I would turn around.
"The Malfoy's are this way. Behave," he said to me as he turned led the way to the front of the field, closest to the arena. I followed him and my mother closely, making sure to not get lost or left behind.He wasn't dragging me anymore, but I know what he'd do if I didn't stay behind him.
We walked past dozens of tents and heads turned as we walked by. That's one of the things I hated about our family name: the stares we got for our presence.
We finally made it the a big black tent in the front, guarded by 2 small house elves that greeted us as we walked inside. The interior of the tent was much larger than the exterior, and it was decorated in all black for the Malfoy's.
Upon us entering, my father immediately went into one of the many rooms of the tent, where I assumed Lucious was waiting for him. I walked in deeper until Narcissa came walking towards me and greeted me and my mother with a hug. There was something about Narcissa that brought me comfort; maybe it was the slight affection, or maybe it was because I longed for that affection from someone else.
"Draco is just in there, sweetheart. He's been waiting for you," she said with a warm smile. She then turned to my mother and started talking in a hushed voice.
"Thank you," I said, walking over through the open door to my left. Draco was sitting inside at a desk, writing something on some parchment. I knocked on the door twice to get his attention and as soon as he turned around he smiled. I smiled back and walked over to give him a hug.
"Oh my god, Rina. I've missed you. It's been so quiet at the manor," he said, cleaning up the desk from his writing. Draco gave me the nickname Rina when we were only 8 years old. He had seen the way I jumped when my father called my name one day, so he started calling me by something else to bring relief to my name.
"I could say the same. This is some of the only human interaction I've gotten since school," I said, sitting down on the empty bed. "What were you writing?
"It was just a letter to Pansy. We've been writing back and forth," he said, laying on the bed next to me. "She tells me you've been lettering someone too," he said with a smirk. I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Barely. You know how hard it is to get letters out of the manor?" I said playfully. "But Theo has written me more than once," I said, a smile forming on my face.
"I knew it," he said, "I always knew it would be you two."
"What does that even mean? We've only sent a couple of letters, you know."
"Yes, but also the way you two were acting at school last year. We could all see it," he said. I rolled my eyes again and laughed.
Draco and I had always had a connection different than any of our other friends. It was always the same with us, whether we'd seen each other in a while or not, nothing ever changed. We knew how to be careful with each other, and we were one of the only people who knew about each others secrets. Maybe that's what brings us closer, and maybe that'll be the reason we fall apart.
A few hours passed of us catching up in the bedroom until Narcissa called us into the main room. Our fathers were standing at the front of the tent, side by side. If I wasn't one of their daughters, I would be terrified. Next to each other, they looked intimidating and unstoppable.
Not in a good way.
They told us we would be meeting with the minister in the top box for giving some donations to the hospital. Draco and I looked at each other excitedly as everyone got ready to leave.
"We'll meet you all outside, just give us a moment please," said my father to Lucious as he waved them off. Lucious gave him a nod and they exited, leaving me alone with my father. He looked down on me with a serious face.
"You are to meet the Minister of Magic soon. I ask you to behave yourself. Impress him, if you will. But if you embarrass me, or act out, there are consequences. You hear that? Don't ruin this for me," he said sternly. I only nodded in response and he tuned around and excited the room. When I was standing alone, I let out a few breaths before walking out.
There will be consequences repeated in my head over and over. The pressure to impress the Minister cleared my head of anything else as we walked over to the top box together, intimidating every family we walked by as they quickly moved out of the way when they saw us approaching.
