Lost War

Slytherin Girl

Rose still wasn't sure just how it happened. It all went so fast that she could barely wrap her mind around it. But here she was: New school, and hopefully, new friends too. If only Malfoy stopped looking at her as if she just crawled out of the sewers...

Rose still wasn't sure just how it happened. It all went so fast that she could barely wrap her mind around it. Yet here she was, standing in front of the large castle that was Slytherin, Elite School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She wore the black robes with green and silver and the proud Slytherin badge. The only one she knew in the entire school were her cousins Victoire, Dominique and Louis, who were here thanks to their mother's influence and money. Aunt Fleur's father was Minister of Magic in France.

"Weasley," Scorpius Malfoy sneered at her, glaring with his silver grey eyes.

Rose scowled at him. The Dark Lord had told them that Malfoy would be her guide for the first few weeks in the new school, but she really would have hoped he didn't look at her as if she smelled like a sewer or whatever. Really, could the boy look any more displeased.

"Just go to your friends, I'll find my own way around," she told him.

"The Dark Lord gave me an order, Weasley," Malfoy hissed annoyed.
"I rather do as I am told than face any consequences. So you'll follow me."

With that, the blonde turned around and walked away. Rose rolled her eyes in annoyance, but still followed the boy, not wanting to be left behind. No matter what she said, she preferred not to be left alone in this Snake pit of Purebloods and rich kids. Especially because she was neither.

"Weasley. These are my friends, Anastasia Lestrange and Apollo Zabini," Scorpius introduced the two.

Anastasia had dark brown curly hair and a very pale face, making her dark eyes stand out more. Apollo was quite the opposite, with a bronze tan, green eyes and dark blond curls. They both sized Rose up with cool expressions before nodding at her. Rose lifted her chin proudly and willed her hands to stop shaking.

"A pleasure," she said calmly.

She really wished she was still at Hogwarts, studying, along with Laura McMillan while her cousins crowded her and teased her. She'd much rather try to escape Fred and George's horrid pranks than sitting here, being silently judged by a group of snobbish Pureblood kids.

"I heard your mother became the Dark Lord's personal assistant," Anastasia Lestrange said.

"Y-yes. She was hired right after I boarded for Hogwarts," Rose replied, nodding.

"And she's a mudblood, right? That's really impressive," Apollo Zabini said awed.

"Mum's the smartest witch her age. It has nothing to do with her being muggleborn."

Lestrange snorted but didn't disagree with Rose. Grinning, Zabini threw an arm over Malfoy's shoulder and pulled his head in, giving his cousin a nookie.

"Hey! Stop it!" Malfoy whined.

"Fine, you little baby," Zabini laughed.
"Let's go inside, I bet Professor Snape has a small speech ready for us by now."

'Small was exactly the right word for the headmaster's speech. As all students had stepped in there were still less than 500 of them for all 7 years combined, meaning there were only half as much as at Hogwarts, and yet the school was a lot bigger. Rose had seen Professor Snape before, at the party, and both her parents had told her a lot of stories about him. Her dad still called the man the 'Dungeon Bat'. She could clearly see why.