The Key to a Riddle's Heart (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1 - The Train

It seemed as though I was finally able to start a new life. I could escape from the pressure of being the perfect, well-behaved daughter that my parents had always raised me to be. Although I knew deep down- somewhere in the very bottom of their shriveled hearts- my parents loved me, they just preferred to treat me as a trophy instead of as a daughter. They brought me with them everywhere, heads held high and dressed in expensive and flashy clothing, wearing proud smirks on their faces as if to suggest a sense of superiority.

Being in the spot light on many occasions, one would expect me to love the attention, but this could not be further from the truth. I was not ashamed of the way I looked, sometimes I just saw it as a curse instead of a gift. My parents disagreed, however, and did anything they could to display me to the world. On my seventh birthday, they even paid a writer for the Daily Prophet to compose a column about my rare beauty. They said that being beautiful was my chance to change the world. Though this may seem inspiring and motivational- in their minds- it was all about upholding the expectations of society and to show off our wealth.

I grew up in a wealthy family, and considering the fact that our family went so far back in the wizarding world (bring one of the Sacred Twenty-Nine), I had even seen a few of my relatives' names in multiple history books. My family's reputation in the wizarding world was very much respected because not only were we wealthy, but we were also purebloods. That was another reason that made me so different from my family: they cared about blood purity while I did not.

On a happier note, I was finally starting my first year at Hogwarts. Although it's my first official year at Hogwarts, I am a fifth year. I had previously attended Beauxbatons but had to leave because of the distance (my family used to live in France but moved to the countryside of London the prior summer). I was disappointed to leave my closest friends behind but I couldn't help but be excited to make new friends at Hogwarts. My parents told me that any house would be lucky to have me but I wasn't quite sure which house I wanted to be sorted into; Ravenclaw would suit me because I'm intelligent and am an expert when it comes to solving riddles, Gryffindor also fit me because I'm extremely courageous and not afraid to stand up for what I believe in, Hufflepuff because I have been told that I am very caring and nice to those who I know and those I do not know as well as being very loyal, and Slytherin because I am ambitious and very deceiving to the eye. What I mean by that is, there are many things that would surprise anyone if they had really gotten to know the real me.

My older brother, Daniel, would also be starting his seventh year as a Gryffindor. But instead of having attended Beauxbatons like me, he had always been enrolled at Hogwarts. He is that one boy that everyone looked up to and wanted to be friends with (let's be honest, every school has a few of those). Dan has always had a way of getting on everyone's good side by being such a people pleaser. Over the entire summer holidays, he would alway joke about how I will get into Slytherin and become the most evil person in the world- as if. Admittedly I had believed him at first and was terrified to come to Hogwarts but then soon realized that he was only joking and I would not become the most dangerous witch to walk the earth.

My family apparated us to Kings Cross Station and we quickly made our way through the barrier of Nine and Three-Quarters. I felt many pairs of eyes on my brother and me as we walked towards the train, our parents walking slightly behind us with their hands proudly placed on our shoulders. This made my family look powerful and united, however, we were quite the opposite. I shook that thought out of my head and let Dan take my trunk from me to stack it onto the large pile of trunks waiting to be put into the train's luggage compartment. My parents soon gave us emotional goodbyes as if they wished that we never had to leave their sight. I rolled my eyes behind my mum's back but said nothing. There was no use in causing a scene, I mean, after all, I would not be seeing her for a few months.