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Chapter 1

I've never actually belonged anywhere.

Not in Spain, where my mother just kept all her secrets locked up, like they were so dangerous to even being whispered.

Neither in France, where the halls of Beauxbatons felt colder than they should've, full of fake plastic perfect girls who seemed to know everything and glide through life like they had all the answers.

And definitely not here. London, where even the sky is gray. Where my house feels more like a cage than a home.

There's something about this place, though. It's in the way my uncles eyes flicker when he thinks I'm not watching. In the way my aunt looks at me and then whispers into my cousins ear. In the way that even the air is heavier, like if even the city itself was hiding something from me. I can't help feeling like there's something I should know. Something everybody knows, but nobody wants to tell me.

Three days. I've only been here for three days, even though it feels like a whole lifetime. London is nice, I like the city. I've never visited the UK before. I just wish I had visited for other reasons, my new family isn't exactly what I expected it to be. I guess I thought that, as they actually were part of my real family, they would love me at least a little bit.

I didn't really like France, I don't think I'll miss it. I didn't like my school, Beauxbatons, everyone was just so fake. I made some friends though. I do will miss them.

I liked Spain, but since my mom died, when I was seven, it didn't feel the same anymore. I miss her, even though she wasn't the best mom ever, she tried. She kept many secrets, most of them about my own life, but she didn't say a word. I don't blame her, but it's kind of hard not knowing anything about me.

The new house is big, huge actually. I like the house, I just don't like the people who live inside it. Even though it is enormous, there is not a single room that feels like home. It feels cold, if that makes sense. Empty, like if we just were ghosts inside a haunted castle. It somehow makes me feel insignificant.

My new family is weird, but not in a cool way. My uncle, Lucius Malfoy, seems to be just an egocentric and narcissistic jerk who doesn't care about anyone else but himself. I think he definitely hates me. I really don't give a fuck, I hate him too. My aunt, Narcissa Malfoy, and my cousin, Draco Malfoy, are just pieces of his own creepy little chess game. I think they are actually good people trapped inside my uncle's prison. I fear that if I stay here for too long I may end up being in his jail as well.

Tomorrow, I will start my new school. At the age of eleven, a letter came to me saying that I was a witch, I didn't believed it was true at first, but, after a while, I discovered that a whole new world was waiting for me. Hogwarts. Sounds good, doesn't it? I hope people there aren't all like my family is.

I lay on my bed, looking at the night sky through the window. I like the stars. I don't know much about them though. When I was younger I had a friend who loved astronomy, she was called Alba, I miss her, but we still write to each other every time we can. I'm more of an astrology person. I'm a scorpio: mysterious, loyal and observant.

I keep on looking at the sky, full moon, werewolves are out. The stars are stunning tonight, hopefully thats a sign of me having a great time tomorrow. I hear someone coming to my room and knocking the door.

—Hello, Lyra. Can we talk? —I hear a mans voice say throughout the door. It's Draco. My new family calls me Lyra even though I told them that I go by Anya.

—Yeah, come in, what happens? —I say right before he opens the door.

He comes inside my room and looks at me, I sit down on my bed and look at the spot next to me encouraging him to come and sit there.

—Are you nervous about tomorrow? —He asks while sitting down, he is about to start his fourth year at the school.

—A little bit, is there anything I should know before starting? —I really need to know something about the school, I can't just walk in like I knew exactly what I'm supposed to do when I don't.

—Well, the school is huge, you will probably get lost the first days, or weeks. If I were you, I'd probably just follow someone of my same age and house, that way it would be easier. —He explains nicely.

I've realized that, when he's not with his father, he is actually really nice. It's so sad that he has to pretend to be someone he isn't just to make his father proud and he doesn't even care about him.

—Wait, house? Like home? What do you mean?—I ask, no one told me about any house thing.

—Nobody told you anything about it?—I shake my head—Oh, I see, well, basically, before you start your classes, you will be sorted into one house, there are four of them: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and, the best one, Slytherin.—He explained.

—Alright, and which is mine?—I ask.

—You don't know yet, nobody does. When you get into the school the Sorting Hat will decide depending on your own personality.—He tells me—Oh, and, unless you want to have a problem with father, you should end up in Slytherin.

—What if I end up in any other house?—I ask kind of scared.

—Oh, he will not be happy about it.—He answers.

—Alright, so, Slytherin, sounds good. Are you in that house?— I ask him.

—Yes, and, hopefully, you also will.

—Are you nervous about your fourth year?

—A little bit, I don't really have any friends. I have two of them, and they're more like bodyguards.—He says and I laugh.

—That's sad, isn't it?

—No, it's fine. Last year a new girl came to the school, and I think we are something similar to friends. She's kind.

—Wow, it seems like you really like her, it's the first time you compliment someone.—I tell him trying to bother him.

—No, I don't! I just like spending time with her!— He says madly.

—Alright, Mr. Denial, we'll see.—I say jokingly.

—It's late, I should go to bed, and you also should. It was nice talking with you. Good luck on your first day.—He says with a smile on his face, I think it might be one of the first times I've seen him smile.

—Good luck for you as well, good night.—I really mean it, hopefully he'll make some new friends.

I watch as he walks away and closes the door carefully. I get in the bed and look at the sky one more time right before I fall asleep.