Becoming a Death Eater took its toll on Lucius and Narcissa Mafoy's son, Draco. Will he give in to the darkness, or find a light, bright enough to save him from the Dark Lord?
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- "You're not that bad." -
I dragged along my loaded trunk with my right hand and my beautiful black, short haired kitten under my left arm as I ran to Platform 9 and 3/4's.
As I was homeschooled, all of this was very new to me. The overwhelming atmosphere of the first day of term, everyone eager to return to their beloved school, one that was the best of the best. Finally, the magnificent steam train came into view, and I was able to see past the swarms of wizards and witches of all ages, all bidding their farewells to their adults.
I climbed onto the rusty, scarlet painted train, trying to stand upright as all the other students pushed passed me to get a seat in a compartment with their friends.
Considering how many people were on the train, I knew I wasn't going to be able to sit alone. And seeing as I didn't have any friends, I was going to have to sit with some complete strangers.
"Did you hear? Harry Potter was charged for underage magic!"
I pushed passed the first years, rolling my eyes at their gossiping. Does anyone actually know how to mind their own business?
No doubt, Harry would be the talk of the school. Already the news of his hearing was being spread around. To be honest, all my mother ever spoke about was the poor kid. She was so excited that I'd be in the same school year as him. However, I pitied him, he must have been through hell.
"Are you sitting with us?" A girl with a kind looking face offered, flicking her brown hair behind her shoulder, she must have known I was new. She lent against the side of the door, allowing me to step into the compartment, with three new, earnest faces staring up at me. I recognised one as the famous Harry Potter.
I smiled at each of them, sitting down next to the brown haired girl. "I'm Hermione," she stated, holding her hand out, so I shook it gladly.
"This is Ginny," she introduced, nodding the incredibly beautiful girl sat opposite me, her ginger hair making her stand out in the best possible way. Her cheeks had a dusting of freckles and she had insanely enchanting bright brown eyes. Immediately, I noticed the boy next to her, they were definately related in some way, however, she seemed younger than the rest of us.
"This is Ron Weasley, Ginny's older brother."
Ron gave me a goofy smile, his features similar to his sisters'. His hair was ginger too, something that must run in the family, though his was messy and the back of it was just above shoulder length.
"And that's Harry," she finished, gesturing towards the darker haired boy sat next to the window. He had small, round glasses that sat perfectly on his nose and his hair was slightly shifted to one side, revealing part of his ever famous lightening shaped scar. He had dark bags under his eyes, showing that he was strained, and not sleeping. Understandable to say he was expelled from Hogwarts and had to have a hearing infront of the whole Wizengamot, which fortunately he was proved innocent and allowed back into the school.
I snapped myself out of my thoughts, not wanting to seem rude. "I'm Hazel."
"If you don't mind me asking, if you're English, how come you haven't been at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, genuinly sounding interested.
"My mother homeschooled me, I just got sick of it I suppose."
She nodded in response, not sure what else to say. The others chatted amongst themselves, Hermione quickly joining in. I could tell that she was the smarter one of the three, Ginny excluded seeing as she was younger.
I watched as Harry stared out of the window, not joining in with the simple chatter of what they did during the holidays. He seemed harrowed and alone, yet strangely all his friends were sat beside him, so why did he look so lonely?
"One second guys," I uttered as I left the compartment. I wasn't even sure why I said it, to be honest. It wasn't like were were actually friends.
As I slid glass door shut, I walked straight into the chest of Draco Malfoy, the downsides of being small. For a slight moment, I noticed a slight blush creep to his hollowed out cheeks, before it was replaced with a cruel sneer.
"Watch where you're going, Lahey."
I rolled my eyes in response to his foolishness and pointed my delicate wand at his quill and said clearly, "Oculus Reparo," mending it, seeing as I'd crushed the quill whilst it was in his hand.
"Guess you're not that bad at magic then, are you?"
