Prelude
I had always thought that I was a nobody; a girl who no one cared about, plain old Cassie Bartlett. I have always been the weird girl; a quiet, goody two-shoes. Well, that perception has now flown out the window, quick as a snitch.
It all started on my eleventh birthday; the day I found out that I was a witch. My parents are both muggles, so I was shocked to find out that witches and wizards really do exist. Actually, I'm still adjusting to the amazing things that I can do with magic, and I am in my 6th year here at Hogwarts. Trust me; these six years have been full of the most unusual events and people I think I have ever seen.
Six years ago I was a little surprised to find out that I was a witch. I mean, I had always been able to do unusual things, but I just thought I was strange. I had never really fit in with anybody, and didn't have many friends because of my strange actions. So when I found out that I was going to a new school for other witches and wizards I was excited beyond belief. I was so excited that when I finally got aboard the Hogwarts' Express I was ready to burst.
The first time I heard about the houses at Hogwarts was on the train. I remember hearing a scrawny blond boy saying that he belonged in Slytherin and he would refuse to be placed in any other house. I wondered what made Slytherin so great that he would say something like this. I asked the girl, Susan, who was sitting next to me in the cabin who the boy was. Draco Malfoy, she said, the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. The Malfoys were one of the richest wizard families around and the most pompous as well. I decided that the next time I saw Draco I would question him about his declaration. When I saw him in the passage-way again I went up to him in order to ask him about the Slytherin house. He looked at me with contempt and said, "What are you looking at, girl?" He spat. "Come to me for knowledge, eh? Well, I can tell you right now, you'll never get into Slytherin. Those poor robes, and-" He stopped to take a deep breath. "Ah, mudblood." He hissed. "You'll never make it in Slytherin." He turned then and walked back to his cabin, leaving me dumbfounded in my place.
I went back into my cabin with a new found resolution. Right there in the passage way I had decided that I was going to prove that dolt, Draco, wrong. I was going to be a Slytherin, and I was going to be a great and powerful one at that. I had no clue what a mudblood was, but if I was one, I wasn't going to let it get in my way. The rest of the train ride I stared out the window, wondering how I was going to achieve this goal.
Power Hungry
My entire time here at Hogwarts has been spent studying and trying to be the smartest, quickest, slyest, and the best. Put any of my classmates in a duel with me and I'll win. I could even best the famous Harry Potter. But of course I keep my powers secret; I want to show the world what I have at the most opportune time. With all of this talk about Voldemort, which I'm not sure is true; I feel my time might be coming. To all of my classmates I am just a bookish nerd. They don't know why I'm really in Slytherin. But one day I will show them all what even the lowliest mudblood can achieve. I know that Salazar Slytherin hated people of my kind, but for some reason I was placed in his house and I am going to take advantage of it. There is something about the name Slytherin that invokes fear into the hearts of the other three houses. I plan on using this to my full advantage. I'm not saying that I'm going to be the next Dark Lord, but I intend on being powerful. I want to be Minister of Magic, a prestigious title and a powerful position. I am power hungry, to say the least.
As a sixth year I am taking as many classes as possible that will enable me to be a powerful wizard. Of course I am in Advanced Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. But I'm also taking other accommodating classes, except for the pointless Divination and Care of Magical Creatures; which I find trifling. Being involved in many classes, I do not have time for futile endeavors such as idle chatter and brainless sports. I sit in the library doing homework all evening, often until curfew. Then I study in the commons room for several hours more. Any free time I have is spent sleeping. Though peers and relationships are two categories I may not possess the most value in, I am going to be powerful one day. And that is a promise.