AN-This is the new and improved Unworthy Slytherin. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. These are her characters (mostly) and her plot (again, mostly). I am not making money off of this. Please don't sue me ;)

Unworthy Slytherin

Prologue

September 1992

Ashlyn Parker stepped into the Great Hall with all the other first years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The new students glanced up in fascination at the enchanted ceiling. It reflected a cool and cloudless night, peaceful looking.

The exact opposite of what Ashlyn felt.

Ashlyn was a very shy and timid girl. She hated being the center of attention; she hated people staring at her. It made her nervous; and when she got nervous, she became clumsy.

Like right now, for instance. Ashlyn felt like the entire school was staring at her. She accidentally tripped over her new wizarding robes and bumped into the boy in front of her.

"Watch where you're walking mudblood," sneered a pale boy with dark brown hair and even darker eyes.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," Ashlyn stuttered.

"I swear mudblood, if you ever touch me again with your filth, I'll-"

But he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall saying:

"When I call your name, you will come forward, and place the Sorting Hat on your head. After your House has been decided, you will join them at your respective table."

Her eyes swept the crowd of new students before calling, "Violet Anderson."

Professor McGonagall placed the hat on the blond girl's head. After a few seconds the hat called out in a loud voice, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table located at the far right end of the Hall burst into applause.

And so it continued. The hat gave out cries of each new student's House until-

"Beckett Le Feuvre."

He turned around and sneered at Ashlyn before walking up to the stool. The brim of the Sorting Hat barely brushed his head when it called-

"SLYTHERIN!"

A smirk crossed his mouth and walked over to the left side of the Hall. And finally as Daniel Lopez was sorted into Ravenclaw, it was the moment that Ashlyn had been dreading.

"Ashlyn Parker!"

Ashlyn shrugged her way through the crowd until she was face to face with the ancient hat. Taking a deep, relaxing breath, Ashlyn sat on the stool as the hat was placed on her head.

Ah, Miss Parker. A very difficult decision indeed. A brilliant mind; very resourceful. And powerful too, with the proper training. Independent; you wish to prove your worth to others. Well then, better be-

"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat shouted aloud.

Ashlyn quickly slipped off the stool and walked over to the Slytherin table keeping her focus down. She spied an empty seat where not a lot of people were sitting. She really didn't want to be in the same House, or even at the same table as that Le Feuvre boy. He spelled nothing but trouble.

Just then, a note in the shape of a dove floated down and landed in front of her. Ashlyn carefully opened it and read:

'You don't belong here mudblood. We're going to make sure you regret the day you ever got your Hogwarts letter.'

Ashlyn looked around to find the writer of the letter. Her pale blue eyes met brown-almost black-eyes staring straight at her.

It was the boy. Beckett Le Feuvre.

He stared at her with pure loathing and hatred written on his face. She didn't know exactly what he meant by 'make sure you regret the day' but she could tell it was going to be unpleasant for her.

That night in the common room, she found out how unpleasant it would be.