Lie To Me

Part 3

Kit King
I had barely had any sleep thanks to Parkinson's constant drivel about Malfoy and the summer they had spent together. It was borderline revolting, no, it was revolting. It was even worse that she went into too much detail.
Now I had to sit through a day of classes running on only a few hours of sleep. While I was somewhat happy that I had classes with no other familiar Slytherin, as soon as the blonde haired nightmare walked through the door my happiness went away quicker than if a dementor had entered the room. The only thing that made the classes more interesting was that Harry Potter was in them. Not that he ever said a word. But still, it was intriguing.

As I walked into my dark arts class I saw that there were no seats available where I could sit on my own. There was no way I was sitting next to Malfoy. With his eyes on me, I walked over to a spare seat and swallowed my pride as I pointed to the chair and cleared my throat.
"May I sit?" I asked with a sigh and three pairs of eyes snapped up at me. One looked horrified while the other two seemed confused more than anything.
"Dont make me walk somewhere else it would be more than embarrassing and I have a reputation to uphold." I said.
"Erm, sure, go for it."
"Thanks."
I sat beside Harry Potter who's eyes were still on me. I felt awkward as there were now more than enough eyes on me.
"So, I'm Kit." I said and stuck out my hand which Potter shook slowly.
"What are you doing? Trying to get inside his head for information?" The girl said and I raised my eyebrows.
"No. I'm sitting in the chair that was free."
"Why don't you sit with Malfoy? He's like you." Potter said and I scoffed.
"We are not alike. I find that offensive. He's an asshole. The only thing we have in common is that we come from the two longest lines of Slytherin families." I explained.
"You're scary like him." The ginger boy said and I couldn't help but smile.
"I'll take that as a compliment."

It had only been a few minutes since class started and Potter was already about to get himself in trouble. While Umbridge was a joke of a teacher, and that I knew already, she was a stubborn woman who wouldn't give up a fight. He was never going to win against a short stubborn woman like that.
I knew Dolores Umbridge. I've had several run ins with her at family functions. Not that I ever understood why she was there.
Yet I didn't agree with her either and I enjoyed a good argument, I just had to find the right time to interject.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident!" The woman squeaked and I rolled my eyes.
"I haven't been in this country and I know it wasn't an accident. Everyone in this world knows it wasn't an accident. People just don't drop dead in the middle of a school." I said folding my arms across my chest.
"You stay out of this young lady." She growled.
"And why should I? Tell my parents will you?" I smirked, rolling the ring round in my fingers so she could see.
She looked frightened for a moment, as she very well knew that even at seventeen I had more authority than she did.
She walked over to the table I was on and bent down to me.
"You, of all people, should watch your mouth when it comes to talking of...certain things." She whispered and as she walked away I felt everyone's eyes on me which was never good.

I sat quietly until the end of the lesson which was abnormal of me, but she evidently knew more than I thought she did about my family.
As I was standing up a hand grabbed my lower arm. I spun round to find Potter stood before me. I snatched my arm away and he let go immediately.
"Why did you stand up for me?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Well I was trying to be a decent person but next time I'll just let you flounder." I said smiling sarcastically.
"Slytherins aren't decent people everyone knows that." The ginger boy said and I shrugged.
"Some of us aren't bad."
"What did she mean when she said-"
"That's none of your business." I scowled before quickly walking away from the group.

Why was everyone so quick to judge? Yes, the majority of us weren't nice. Even I wasn't nice. But I wasn't a bad person. My ancestors and parents may have done bad things but I wasn't them. I didn't follow what they followed and they knew that. The only reason I was safe from following what they did was because they were so loyal.
I didn't despise my parents for being death eaters. I couldn't. They were my parents and they protected me. But I knew that they weren't exactly good people.
But I was a good person, I knew I was.