Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Catching Up

I take my new owl named Mimi and leave Draco and Auntie Narcisa without a warning. My blood was boiling at the thought of that boy.

I start towards the ice cream parlour and see that Ron has already reserved a table inside, and beside him sits Ginny and Hermione.

"Hey guys!" I say trying not to sound mad anymore.

"Trista! Hey!" Hermione exclaims and stands up to help me put all my stuff down so she can give me a hug. I squeeze her quickly and go over to the counter and order the ice creams.

"How have you been?" I ask them all, after we've settled down with our ice creams. I had salted caramel flavour, my favourite.

"Not to bad, I'm getting nervous about our O.W.L.s this year," Hermione says before taking another scoop full of ice cream.

"Me too, actually," I say as I devour in another spoonful.

Ron was demolishing his ice cream very fast and only stopped briefly every now and then when he got a brain freeze. Hermione was looking a tad disgusted and Ginny looked like she was sick of trying to tell him to stop, so didn't attempt it.

"Oh I almost forgot to tell you! Me and Hermione are prefects Trista!" Ron practically yells and knocks his ice cream bowl off the table. The plastic bounces a few times before coming to rest upside down, leaking out the little uneaten, melted ice cream onto the floor.

"It's Hermione and I, Ron. But that's great guys! Congratulations!" I say and clap a few times.

"Thanks, it just means we have to do all this extra stuff now. Like on the way to Hogwarts, we need to monitor what everyone's doing." Hermione half complains.

"Oh okay, glad I can just sit back and enjoy the ride." I say and laugh, before it falls silent again.

"Hermione," I say breaking the silence, "what was in the Daily Prophet about Harry?" I ask. Hermione looks up briefly.

"Uh, no one believes him that You-Know-Who's back. Even the Minister of Magic doesn't."

"But why wouldn't they? Harry saw him!" I say getting a tad angry again.

"I don't know, probably because he's a fourteen year old boy." Ron says sarcastically. I playfully punch him in the arm and he fakes getting angry.

I didn't understand, Harry had seen it happen, and had seen all the Death Eaters come. And we all beloved him just like Dumbledore did. Death Eaters, I hated them. What kinda of idiot would follow Voldemort? And that's why I hate Draco for saying our family are people just like that. He's just trying to get under my skin.

"Trista? Are you okay?" Ginny asks waving a hand in my face. I shake my head.

"Yeah sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you know that boy over there." Ginny nods behind me and I slowly turn my head to see who it is. It's a boy from Slytherin in his sixth year and I didn't know his name. He had medium brown hair that he ran his hands through quite often.

"No I don't know him," I say but give him a smile which he returns to my surprise.

"I know who that is," says Hermione in a hushed whisper, "that's Logan Clarke, his brother is in our year and they are Muggleborns in Slytherin. That doesn't normally happen really, they are usually all pureblood."

"And pure idiot," I say and we all laugh.

"Well, it's been nice seeing you, we have to go back to...uh, we have to go home." Hermione says and I shake off the weird vibe I was getting from her being so hesitant today. "Glad you have an owl that you can write us now," Hermione changes the subject.

"Yeah, but don't expect any letters," I say looking down.

They knew my mother didn't like them, and that's why I was so lucky they even liked me. I try to not mention my family around them to make it worse.

I give them each another quick hug and say goodbye. Only a few days until I can see them again.

The three leave and I'm left to grab my piles of books, quills, ink and my owl. I stack it all onto my arms but struggle to see where I'm going. Just as I turn to head towards the door I slip on the melted patch of ice cream on the floor and everything I'm holding goes everywhere. Somehow I'm still standing.

Bloody Ronald, as if I wasn't already in a bad mood.

I flick my hair out me face and get onto my knees to start collecting my things back up. As I'm doing this I briefly look up and see everyone staring at me and even a few are laughing. I roll my eyes and stand up. I check to see if I have all my books when I notice my charms book is missing. I turn around to see Logan standing there with my book under his armpit.

He smirks at me and holds out the book. "Thanks," I say and adjust my top so it's straight again. He hands me the book and leans on the wall staring at me. "What?" I ask looking away but then back to him.

"Trista? Isn't it?" He half asks.

"Yep, the one and only." I say sarcastically. He smiles a gorgeous smile.

"And your mother is? Um.." he starts, but bites his tounge. "Doesn't matter. You're in Gryffindor aren't you?" He says and I sigh.

"Nice chat," I say and push past him to get to the door.

"Wait! No, sorry! I'll see you on the train," he calls and I turn my head over my left shoulder slightly and give a small, one movement, wave. Why did everyone find it necessary to judge me on my house?

I head back towards the Leaky Cauldron, hoping Draco and Aunite Narcisa are there and can take me home. But luck isn't on my side today and they are no where to be seen. I sigh and head out to the street. The Kight Bus is my only hope now, since I have so much stuff to carry.

I walk out to the street and hold out my wand and the Knight Bus appears.

"Where too?" An ugly pimple faced boy asks as I get onto the bus.

"Lestrange Mansion" I say, we're away.

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Authors Note

Second chapter. Whoop! The first few will be a tad boring because they are just setting the story and stuff!

Btw, I have no idea where Bellatrix lived so that's why I said Lestrange Mansion, because I feel like they would have had a mansion of some sort idk haha.

*Fact #2*

I own all the movies but I don't own the Harry Potter books. I borrowed them from my friends and the library when reading them.

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