Melissa pov
"Mel!!! Melly!" My best friends voice echoes through the train car. Many snicker I be sure to sent them death glares. A figure stops infront of our cart with her hands on her hips. I sigh.. "honestly Kat.."
"Well are you coming inside or not!" Pansy growls. Kat sends Pansy a glare and Pansy shuts her trap which puts a smirk on my face. Kat enters the cart and sits next to Blaise.
"Good morning Kat!" Blaise says making her jump. "Good-Good morning" she stutters
"Oh will you just snogg already!!" Pansy yells
"Oh Please don't! Last thing I need is to vomit!" Draco frowns I gently kick him under the table earning a rather intense glare.
"I wouldn't dare! She is only a friend! Why are we not moving!" Blaise yells I see Kats face fall.
And as if on que we begin our ride to hog warts.
----- time skip
It's cold, and dark obviously this is not normal. A Jult sends me crashing into Draco, he protectively wraps his arms around me.
"Hm What happening?" Kat says in a calm voice and a smile on her face. She's totally serious by the way.
Blaise looks at her in disbelief.
"I don't like this.." pansy wines
"Really? I think it is just delightful. This is exactly how I imagined my morning to go, only no pumpkin juice!.. I'm kidding just shut up Pansy!" Kat and Pansy do not get along. This gains a few laughs though. It starts getting colder as a very dark creature finds its way to our door, at first it looks at Kat and she hugs Blaise and he protectively hugs her back.
But then it turns to Draco and I and focuses just on me it just stares and I stare back my fear no where to be found and just like that it continues on. A few moments later I heard a faint scream only no one else heard it.
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FanfictionMelissa Riddle Lestrange, However she is know as Melissa Corvox, Cousin of Draco Malfoy, Truth is These are both cover ups, No one can know her mother is Bellatrix Lestrange, and Her father Tom Riddle, yes Voldemort. Melissa now in her third year kn...
