"I'm me, I've finally found my calling, my true desires. I belong with them, Draco. I'm theirs and they're mine." The beautiful emerald green I had seen once in her eyes had deformed into fiery, stormy mix of green and black, as if her pupil was an egg yolk mixing into the white. I knew it was a product of the dark magic she had tried to use, but obviously backfired on her. (13+) Clarissa Fleur Cardaillet, a French Pureblood Slytherin, is entering her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite her name, nobody knew who she was. Quiet, introverted, and hated by Draco Lucius Malfoy, can Clarissa change that?