Anna Miller was bored. This was an odd statement seeing as she had mountains on top of mountains of homework to do, not to mention studying for exams but she was bored. Not bored due to having nothing to do, but rather bored of being by herself. She had no friends at Hogwarts. Not one. The Slytherins all hated her because she was muggle born and it was well known that Slytherins weren't liked much in the other three houses so no one liked her at all. She was an outcast. A weirdo. The odd one out. And as sad as that made her, what it really did was make her bored. Anna was tired of having little to no human contact on a daily basis. Sure back at muggle school she was different but she wasn't hatted. And she had friends. Anna missed the feeling of leading a club or being on the student council. She was always a leader. Not a follower. These days it seemed that the only thing she was leading was a sad bunch of worn out school books.
Of course, after five years, Anna was used to this. She was used to not having anyone to talk to, and being so lost that she barley recognized herself anymore. Who was she even? She surly didn't know. But of course no one really did. To her parents she was just the same little Anna she had been six years ago, and to everyone at school, she was Anna Miller. The muggle-born Slytherin.
In the past five years, Anna had tried to make friends. Boy had she tried. She even went to some pretty far extents, one of which involving an underbrewed batch of pollyjuice potion and a slightly stolen tea pot. But nothing seemed to work. She couldn't really blame them though. After all, who would want to be seen hanging out with the weird Slytherin muggle-born girl.
Anna was sure there were some students in the other houses who wouldn't mind being her friend, but she knew that befriending a Gryffindor for example, wouldn't help her case much. She'd only be tormented more by the Slytherins. Besides, she found most of the Gryffindors unbelievably obnoxious anyway.
Anna stared at her arthimency textbook reading the words but not having the energy to comprehend what they meant, when suddenly two Slytherin boys whom she did not know the names burst into the common room. "Look who it is" the taller of the two said. "The Slytherin mudblood." The other finished. Anna sighed and turned around to face them. "What do you two thick twats want?" She said. Her sharp Slytherin temper getting the better of her.
"Ooh so the filthy mudblood thinks she's clever does she?" The shorter one said with a disgusting smirk on his face. "Why don't you two idiots get the hell out of here and leave me alone?" Anna asked thinking to herself as she did about how she would have done anything to not be alone a mere moment ago.
Anna got up from her spot and left the common room walking in between the two boys and pushed both their shoulders as she left, heading down towards the library. She sat down in one of the desks and ignored the looks other students gave her as she walked in. Anna hated this. She hated that there were always people watching her. Judging her. Trying to understand her. Like a puzzle that no one could solve. She hated that she never had any time alone to just cry. And as much as Anna didn't want to admit it. The poor girl was a literal train reck.
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The Muggle-born Slytherin
Fanfiction"slytherin!" The hat shouted indefinitely. The whole great hall went silent. You could hear a pin drop as Anna Miller the muggle born 11 year old slowly walked to the green table filled with gawking students. Her house hates her for her blood statu...
