Chapter 1.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT!!!
Anya awoke to her mother knocking on her door.
"ANYA WAKE UP YOUR GOING TO BE LATE." Her mother yelled.
Anya was a 6th year at Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry. She had been home schooled until last year. Then the accident happened and she left Hogwarts for almost half the year.
She groggily pulled herself out of bed, and drug her feet over to her dresser. She looked in her mirror and jumped "Yikes!" she exclaimed to herself. She looked so different. Her jet black hair hung over her shoulders in a tangled mess. Her ice blue eyes looked tired and sad. She shook her head and opened her closet pulling out a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top. She noted that the jeans fit her snugly. She parted her hair and tapped it with her wand watching it go straight. Doing it this way was easier than the muggle was…with a hot iron type thing. She applied her makeup then grabbed her trunks and a jacket and headed down stairs.
As Anya walked down the stairs her mother grinned.
"There's my perfect slytherin daughter." She smiled and hugged Anya. Her mother was a thin woman with long brown-auburn hair, and piercing green eyes. She was as her father said a "stunning beauty", and Anya had taken after her. Unlike her mother her father had jet black hair and dark brown eyes almost black. He was tall and quite handsome for an older man.
"Mistress Rosier shall I take Miss Rosier's trunks to the station?" Asked their small house elf Delilah.
"Of Course you foolish elf. What did you think we would do it?" Her mother hissed.
Anya hated how her family treated their house elves. She hated how the name Rosier, was a well known death eater and pure blood family. She hated her father for being a death eater. She hated being in slytherin. She hated, most of all having to act like a snooty pure blood Pratt. She hated pretending she was someone she was not. She was scared to take the dark mark upon herself this year. She hated Voldemort and all the death eaters, she didn't want to be one…but she had to for her beloved grandpa.
Autors Note: I know kinda an awkward start...but it'll be better i promise