Inevitable

2

The past couple days were horrible, I got detention again for punching Malfoy and I've been thinking about what he had said. When the Dark Lord rises again. Could the Death Eaters be planning to bring Voldemort back, the monster who turned my mother against her family and the order, the monster who murdered my father after torturing him and his best friends? Why would anyone want him back, it's not like he treated his followers any better. "You alright, Maxi? You've been pretty distant since the run-in with Malfoy," Eren asks worriedly, I flash a small smile to the ash-blond-haired girl, it always makes her upset when her friends seem to be sad; I'm honestly surprised that she wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff. Eren also has the power to feel others emotions, but she's only told Loren, Schuyler, and myself, afraid that others will treat her weirdly if they knew she could feel their emotions. "I'm just. . . . Just thinking about my parents, s'all," my words hit her in the heart, I can always tell when she absorbs other's emotions. Tears filled the rims of her eyes and her lip quivered. "Hey, I'm okay, I promise-" "I can feel that you're not, Maxi," she wraps her arms around me and I don't hesitate in hugging her back. I always feel bad for her, it must suck absorbing different emotions all day.

I walked alone to Defense Against the Dark Arts, not feeling like being in other's company right now, not while I'm sulking over the unchangeable past. "Hey, Max," by the voice, I can tell that the voice belongs to none other than my friend, Cedric Diggory, a sixth year Hufflepuff and golden boy. "Hey Ced," I say with a wide smile, I haven't talked to him for a while which I missed. "Mind if I walk with you?" He asked, smiling politely, I nod happily and we both start walking down the DADA corridor. "So, I heard that you're entering the Tournament," I say, looking at him nervously because the Triwizard Tournament is super dangerous and people have died competing for a stupid cup. "I was thinking about it, my house and my father want me to, but I'm not sure-" "If you're gonna do it, do it because you want to not because they want you to," I interrupt, slightly smiling at the golden boy and he thinks for a second before smiling. "Enough about the Tournament, how are you?" I roll my eyes and let out a tired sigh. "It's just Malfoy, I can handle him myself-" "Eren said that you were upset about your parents," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly and I feel warm inside that he cares about me as his friend. "I was, but there's no point in being upset about the past. I can't change it so I must move on from it," Cedric frowned but nodded in agreement. "Listen, Max, if you need anything just let me know," he stopped the both of us from walking and pulled me into a friendly hug, I hesitated but hugged him back carefully. "Thanks, Ced, but I'm okay, I promise," I say with a grin to the nice Hufflepuff boy.

Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody, gives me the creeps. He's super jumpy, which is understandable him being an ex-Auror and all, but they way he talks about the Dark Arts seems off. In our first class, he used the three unforgivable curses on insects, and I heard that for the fourth years he used the Cruciatus in front of Neville Longbottom, who's parents were tortured with the Cruciatus curse by Voldemort's followers. My blood boiled once Loren told us what had happened, seeing how she's in his class. Neville and I are basically cousins because my father was best friends with both of his parents, but he hasn't talked to me since my mother publicly announced to the world that she is a proud Death Eater. Class ended and I was blocking out whatever Mad-Eye Moody was saying, but I jumped when a big hand clapped on my shoulder my head snapped to the owner, my eyes met one human eye and one magical eye. "Didn't you hear me, Corvus?" He growled and I shook my head quickly, "Well, I was just saying that Longbottom has told me so much about your Charm skills, he said that you can even do certain spells without a wand-" "I'm sorry, Professor, but I really need to get to my next class," I say, trying to skip this conversation with my least favorite Professor, Moody didn't look too impressed but let me go.

My next class, Potions, was as horrible as I remember, every year it's the most boring subject right next to History of Magic, and Snape's voice makes it almost unbearable. I stayed quiet during Snape's lesson so that he couldn't give me another detention or take away house points, but he rarely takes points away from Slytherin. After Potions, I basically ran to the Great Hall looking for Neville to ask if he's alright, even if he's super nervous to talk to me. I stop in the doorway and search for the clumsy boy at the Gryffindor table. I walk over with a small smile, and once I reach him I place both hands on each of his shoulders, like I did when we were kids. "Hey, Neville," He looks at me nervously, but once he sees that it's only me he smiles. "Hi Maxima," he says happily which makes me grin brightly. "How have you been, Nev?" I ask while taking the seat next to him, he smiles a little wider and tells me all about what's been happening in his life and what he did over the summer. "You should come visit Gran and me for the holidays," my heart swelled with happiness at his words, I miss talking to him like this, "Awe, Thanks Nev, I would love to-" "Oh, hello," a new voice sounds from across the table. I look up and my eyes meet a pair of brown orbs, and I smile at the owner, Hermione Granger. "Hello, Granger-" "What is she doing over here?" Of course, Ron would be following after her, I wonder where Harry is. "Good to see you you too, Weasley," I say sarcastically and smirk at the ginger-haired Gryffindor, but he keeps a glare plastered on his freckled face. "Isn't there room at the Slytherin table-" "Ronald!" Hermione spoke up with a look of disapproval and I just chuckle, "It's okay, Granger, I was just talking to my cousin-" "cousin!? Neville, you're related to her!?" Neville nodded his head and glared at Ron, "Yes," he says proudly. I genuinely smiled at the younger boy. Ron muttered something under his breath and my head snapped to him, "Why don't you piss off, Weasley, I haven't done anything to you," I stand up and glare at the younger boy one last time before storming away to the Slytherin table.