Slytherin Tears

1. Rowan Bailey

Rowan Bailey

year five

I wave as the train moves, slowly not being able to see grandpa anymore. He's been taking care of me since mom died and father made it in Azkaban. I was never told what happened. Grandpa always says, "Keep you're head high and don't ask questions, you're a Slytherin by blood, not by choice."

Everyone around me knows about mom, no one seemed to ask, no one seemed to care.

I lost mom, Agnora Bailey the day before I turned eight, I forget her more since I was so young. Professors say she was a beautiful, passionate woman, who had a future ahead of her. She was known to be outstanding in her year, not just a bright witch, but she had a passion for all sorts of creatures.

For my father, Darren Bailey, I'll rather not be seen as his daughter. He made it into Azkaban on the front page of every The Daily Prophet newspaper, I was forbidden to look at one by grandpa. People recognize me and ask lodes of questions about him, but frankly, I always reply with, "I'm not his daughter." I know everyone is just trying to protect me from whatever he's done.

Bailey's we're known to be the perfect and most precious pure-blood wizarding family, but no one really knew what happened behind the pictures. Now the attention is all on me for being the last Bailey, it's like the world is waiting for me to go crazy or mess up.

Everyone looks at me like I'm different, and sometimes I feel like I am.

I walk into the companion room as all my friends were already there. They saved me a spot In the window seat; my favorite. I sit next to Lena Jeramey, and in front of Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy.

I lean back on the window and place my feet on Lena's lap while opening my book. Lena Jeramey has been my friend since we first met. She stumbled down the stairs on our way to the Sorting Ceremony. Everyone laughed at her but I was the only one nice enough to help her back up. We became best friends since then. She still has a knee scar to prove it.

Blaise Zabini, Draco introduced us. Blaise always talks to me about everything and anything, even when I don't speak he always knows what I'm thinking. He's always been like a brother to me, he's helped me with the attention, and even with my fashion. He said he was 'pleased' with it.

Draco Malfoy, I've grown up with him. Our family's used to be close but not since mom died, his family still invites me to their balls and dinners. They say they see me as a daughter they've never had, even if it makes Draco uncomfortable. Lena says it's because he likes me, but I don't see it, at least he doesn't show it. I think they just feel bad for me as so does everyone.

They talk about nonsense and look up at me from time to time, just to check on me. They know I stay quiet from all the attention I've been getting recently, but it's the only way for me not to stress out about it.

I look up as three people enter the companion room in front of us.

"Blood traitors." Draco spit's out.

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley or known as 'the golden trio'.

I know I shouldn't say this, but they're not so bad.

If I wasn't stuck in Slytherin, I know I would want to be friends with them, but as I've been taught, I could never be friends with them. I've never mentioned it to anyone other than father. He slapped my face when I did, another reason why I don't see myself as 'his daughter.'

Lena turns to me as I watch the golden trio, "You look beautiful today," she places a strand of hair behind my ear as I give her a small smile.

"Like always," Blaise adds while placing a hand on mine.

"Yeah-." Draco tries to say, making us all look at him.

He looks away as they all look back at me, "Thanks," I try to smile but I go back to my book.

I feel them all look at each other, they know I'm trying, I just don't enjoy being seen as much. It's like all of my father's problems have become mine, making me want to hide from everyone, but it's a new year, who knows what will happen then.

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The train stops and I just stay behind watching everyone go on, I nod at Blaise before they leave.

The dark night sky makes everything more relaxing for me.

I head out after everyone so I don't get crushed on the way out. My first-year experience was a nightmare, something I'll never do again.

I open the door and look out both ways, looked empty except the trio was still there.

They all stop and look at me as I step out, I give yet another small smile and walk out.

I hear Hermione, "Did she just-"

"Rowan Bailey?" Ron adds disgustingly.

Before I'm gone from their sight I stop and turn my head to them, "We're not all bad, you do know that, right?" I scoff.

Even after four years of seeing them, I thought they would figure it out by now. Sometimes people see us as the bad, but we're just the same, even if they won't ever realize.

I usually stay back when Slytherin's become rude to the Gryffindors. It never felt right to do that; I never understood the purpose of it.

I walk to a carriage and sit beside a Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. I don't particularly know her but I've heard people call her names. She seemed different, in a non-bad way. Everything about Ravenclaws amazed me, but again I could never tell anyone. They're all so clever and filled with creativity, but they're very competitive in academic success.

I watch as she sits there reading what looks to be a quibbler magazine of some sort, I don't think much of it even if it's upside down.

Harry walks towards our carriage, he watches the skeletal horse very closely. It's creepy if you ask me, but yet again, I don't think much of it.

"You're not going mad." we all look at Luna, "I can see them too, you're just the same as I am."

I watch as they join us in the carriage with Neville Longbottom, "Why can't the others see it?" Harry asks.

I scrunch my nose while listening to their conversation, I do that a lot.

"They can only be seen by people who've seen death," Luna replies with her dazed look on her face.

I give a confused look and watch the horse as they move, "Are we not supposed to see them?" I point at it.

Luna shakes her head, I look back at it. I swear I could see them since first year.

Everyone looks at me, but I just look down at my shoes, not wanting to make eye contact during this ride.

I've spoken too much for today.

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Sorry, it was boring, I just had to introduce the characters :0

It gets better, I promise.