Mother knows best.

1.

"Mudblood." I mumble, my voice sounding raspy and thin on this unusually cold summer morning. I sit in the dewy grass besides my parents manor. "Mudblood." I speak again, my voice almost lost in the cool breeze swaying above my head. I've heard stories of how loosely my parents used the word, I like to think to myself that they didn't know how heavy the word is, how damaging the word can be when thrown at someone of that tittle, but secretly I know they like'd seeing the pain sweep across the muggle born faces every time the word was ushered there way.

I scrape my hands through the wet grass, it's curious really, how being born from two muggles can be predominant of your stature. It doesn't matter how well of a wizard you are, if you are born from muggles, you are weak, puny, unworthy. Although I will never know what it feels like to be thought of weaker than I am, There is still a standing prejudice for me being the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, a known and proud follower of the dark lord, I get looks and cringes from my peers. They're scared of me, they think i'm dangerous, they think that, I too, believe in the ways of Voldemort.

My thoughts get interrupted when I hear a crack of apparition behind me. I turn swiftly and see the Malfoys, here to take me to Kings Cross Station. I push myself out of the grass and make my way over to my family. My Aunt Narcissa pulls me into a deep hug. She usually comes on her own when she visits me in my empty house. I awkwardly wave to my cousin Draco, we rarely talk in school, for I am hang out with a different crowd than him. Narcissa and I chat outside while Draco heads inside my manor to fetch my school cart. Our talk sends me back to the past, I remember living in the Malfoy Manor when I was a young child, to young to be living in my house alone. I remember small and simple memories of the house, Draco and I used to be buddies, playing around in the big manor, we would talk, laugh, and share secrets, I also remember my silly and giggly conversations with Dobby the house elf, I would always treat him like the free elf he is. But now, I live alone in my parents manor, no cousin to laugh with and my elf staff is to frightened of my family name to even carry out small conversations with me.

When Draco comes back outside, he hands me my cart, and I grab his hand to disaparate. I hear a crackling noise, and suddenly, my feet get lifted off the ground. I feel my self ascend into the air for a few seconds, and than when it all ends, I abruptly hit the ground, my feet slamming stiffly in the pavement, There's a shaking in my ankles,and it feels like my stomach has melted down into my toes. I have never really enjoyed the feeling of apparition, the fun part ended much to quickly, and is instantly replaced with the hard uncomfortable feeling of hitting the ground.

I follow my aunt into the large train station, there are hundreds of people here,which makes me insecurely play with the tips of my long curly hair. I drop my head, not wanting to look at the mass amount of people that stand in the building. We quickly reach platform 9¾, and while no muggle is paying attention, the three of us quickly run-through to brick separator. With a few steps we are transported into a new world, wizards fill the station, and spread out to find their friends. I feel like a first year, lonely my arms awkwardly drape around my stomach, and my head hangs in a weird fashion.

I decide to say goodbye to my aunt and find an empty cart while some are still available. I step onto the the Hogwarts Express, and spread through the halls, looking into every cart to see if any are available.I silently curse myself for not getting on board sooner, for all carts are bustling with friends eagerly chatting, and sharing stories. At the end of the hall, I see a cart with only one occupant, a girl with waist length blonde hair curiously holding her magazine upside down. Hesitantly, I enter the cart and take a seat across from the girl. She looks up and holds a stare on me. "Is it alright if I sit here?" I question. She looked me up and down, and than swiftly nodded. "Thanks." I say sheepishly. I examine the girl carefully, she radiates a ditsy aura, I can't tell if it's because of her necklace made of butterbeer caps, or perhaps it was the fact that she kept her wand behind her left ear for safe keeping.