Lost - draco malfoy

the beginning

- Dreams by Fleetwood Mac -

If you get to know me, one of the first things you'd learn about me is that my parents were another of those whose souls were chewed up and spat out at the hands of none other than the infamous and dreadful death eater Bellatrix Lestrange. I felt sick that I had the same name as the soulless spirit that was the woman who killed my parents.

How fucking ironic.

It was towards the end of the Wizarding War, and I was left in the hands of my Aunt Maggie and Uncle Havelock, whom had always lived more of a quiet and reserved life. But they weren't shy on sharing the intrepid stories of my parent's adventures and the utterly remarkable things they did for the Wizarding world. But of course, being an Auror always meant danger.

At least they couldn't find themselves in danger anymore.

However, I always knew they secretly yearned for a life similar to my parents. They both had lived such a calm life, dedicating all their time to managing the Flourish and Blotts store. That place was basically my second home. 

Maggie and Havelock had lovingly raised me like the child they never had or actually intended to have, and they had been the only parents I could remember.

However, they'd never let me forget about the impact my parents made. I hoped to make that same impact, one day, maybe.

"Bella?"

My head quickly snapped back from the passing landscapes through the window to the boy who just called my name, Blue Silverling. "You okay?" he studied my face. 

"She zoned out. Again" chuckled Isadora. 

 Yeah... I had a tendency to zone out. A lot. I let my thoughts get the better of me, which isn't exactly helpful when I'm in class, it's got me into a bit of hot water at times. 

I looked at Blue and Isadora who were sitting across from me, we were sharing a compartment with Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom and on our way to Hogwarts for our fourth year. Except Blue, he was the year above us. I always wondered why he liked to spend time with us, considering how popular he was and how many people were dying for him to sit with them. 

"Wow Blue. you interrupted my thoughts, please apologise." I laughed, and Ginny playfully nudged me with her elbow, giggling. Isadora and Ginny had always been my two closest friends other than Hermione. Blue was also friendly with us, he was in Gryffindor with us. 

Although sometimes I thought to myself that Isadora belonged in Ravenclaw, she was definitely a lot wiser than your average Gryffindor.

I too, was a struggle for the Sorting Hat. Stuck between Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Unfortunately, Hufflepuff always did get quite a bit of grief, being seen as the 'soft' house. Actually, to be quite frank - the 'pathetic' house. But I admired their kind hearts.

But I was glad to be sorted where I did, it was the house my dad was in. My mum however, she was the extremely clever Ravenclaw student that my dad pined over for years.

My best friend Hermione Granger, she knew everything you could ever know about me. We had hit it off as soon as we met each other four years ago, she was the know-it-all and I was one of the few people who admired it. She did tend to spend more time with the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley though. I mean who wouldn't want to be best friends with the 'chosen one'.

"Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm bloody excited to see what shit's in store for us this year" sighed Blue, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "I wouldn't mind a year where nothing happens at all if I'm perfectly honest" Neville sheepishly answered, which we all nodded in agreement to.

When the train finally arrived to the Hogwarts Castle, we all gathered to bundle into the Great Hall. Just like the start of every year. I attempted to nudge myself in between the bustling crowds of eager students and ended up bumping into the one person you wouldn't ever want to bump into, Draco Malfoy.

"Watch it, Blackwater" he snarled down at me.

We were never each other's greatest fans, to say the least. I mean, he had always been a bit of a prick to everyone. Especially us Gryffindors. I would never forget the way he disgraced Hermione with the word 'mud blood'. 

But I didn't hate him as deep as everyone else seemed to, and as deep as he hated me. He saw me as a disgraceful blood-traitor. But Havelock always told me that there's more to someone than you think. You can never assume you truly know someone. 

However, he is an insufferable prick and there's no way around that. And there's no way I'd ever let someone bully me or my friend and get away with it. If you thought that, you'd be bloody dreaming.

"Who let you out of your cage, Malfoy" I rolled my eyes and shoved past him and continued through the crowds.

I darted in and out of the crowds, and finally took a seat next to Hermione, Ron, Harry, Isadora and Ginny.

Me and Hermione couldn't stop cooing over how adorable all of the first years were. "Merlins beard, I remember when we were that age!" I squealed, "Thank god I found you that first day, otherwise I would have been such a loner" she laughed. "Oh no, I hope all of these little ones find their friends today, that would be so sad. We have to help them if we see them by themselves" I mean, I remember how hard it was to find my classes that first day. We were all walking around like lost puppies. "Oh come on you two, it's hilarious seeing them walk around like headless goblins hahaha" joked Ron. 

Yeah, headless goblins worked too.

I looked around the hall in admiration. It was a remarkable sight, really, I had always been in awe of the thousands and thousands of floating candles and the alluring enchanted ceiling. This was my favourite time every year, the Great Hall never looked so beautiful. I got to be amongst my friends again, and it was exciting to see such fresh new faces bouncing in through the doors.

There was also such a sense of hope and intrigue to a new school year. Who knows what could happen?

And just as I finished that thought, Dumbledore interrupted, answering my exact question.

"We will be holding the Tri-wizard tournament at Hogwarts this year" His voice boomed throughout the hall. 

I zoned out as he continued talking about it, hearing murmurs of excitement in the background. I wasn't greatly interested about the idea of the tournament returning, and to Hogwarts. 

It was an extremely dangerous tournament. I had read about certain... incidents that occurred. Many champions even fell to the hands of death while competing. I couldn't understand why Dumbledore would allow it to return. I also couldn't see how raising the age to seventeen would prevent such disasters.

Whatever.

I could be completely wrong. It may be different this time.

Suddenly, the competing schools announced their presence as they burst through the doors. They sure knew how to make an entrance. All the boys became weak at the knees when the girls from Beauxbatons walk in, and the girls fawned over the boys - or should I say men - from Durmstrang. I caught Isadora's eye and we both giggled, clearly thinking the same thing.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy at the concept of the Tri-wizard tournament. I mean, I heard about what happened at the World Cup from Hermione and Ginny. 

It sounded... like dark and sinister things were occurring. I just hoped that that's not what we should expect this year.