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Chapter 1

The One They Should Hate

Please don't see me please don't see me please don't see m-

"Alexi!"

I groaned inwardly as my attempt to go unnoticed had failed. Thank god my grandparents had just apparated out before he had shouted out.

He who goes by the name of Saint Bloody Potter.

For some unknown reason, my grandparents –who I learned the hard way that they are a real big fan of the Cruciatus Curse- really really hate Potter with a passion. I wonder why… ...

Oh who the bloody hell am I kidding? Of course I know the reason! It's because he's the tiny itty baby that killed the great and mighty dark lord my grandparents love so much. What a justifiable reason might I add.

"What do you want Potter? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" I spat angrily as I turned around, glaring at the black hair green eyes boy-who-don't-bloody-get-a-clue.

How many times do I have to tell him? I, Alexi Whyte, is a big bad Slytherin. I don't associate with Gryffindorks, especially him! Just because I had involuntarily gotten involved in his stupid suicidal adventures and maybe, just maybe, helped saved his life in the last two years, he had somehow gotten the idea that we're, urgh, friends.

No, not even remotely close.

"How have you been?" Harry asked as he approached me, followed by the whole Weasley family and little miss know-it-all. Other than the twins, some watched me warily while some just openly glared at me. To think I had sort of play a part in saving that Weaslette, and this was how I got treated?

Ah, I can just feel their love and gratefulness.

"It was great until I see you and your… entourage." I drawled, wrinkling my nose in distaste at the last word. I smirked when most of them turned red from anger, Gryffindors are just so easy to bait.

"You lit-"

Before the ever hot-headed Ron Weasley can come out with another one of his usual smart remark, I've shot my hand up to stop him. I do not have time for his stupidity.

"Now that I've wasted my time exchanging pointless pleasantries out of the goodness of my heart, I'll take my leave now. Good day." I bow down mockingly before I continued my merry way, relishing their seething anger.

Oh yes, a dramatic slytherin. Beware.

"There you are! What took you so long?" Draco questioned once I slid open the compartment door, signalling Crabbe and Goyle to help me with my trunk.

"And a great to see you I miss you so much over the summer to you too Dray." I muttered darkly as I took my usual seat beside him, joining Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson. Oh, did I mention? We're all mates and Draco Malfoy just so happened to be my best friend.

It's a growing up as a child of the dark thing.

The Whytes had always been just as prestigious as the Malfoys or the Blacks, well, maybe not the Blacks but it's still one of the few oldest and purest linage. So, by this, anyone can easily imagine what kind of childhood both Draco and I had, thus the friend thing.

Unlike Draco, it wasn't my parents who brought this kind of childhood to me, seeing how they're dead and all. For me, it was my Grandparents, a couple of blood purist that just won't bloody drop dead. Other than knowing my father's name was William Whyte, I know practically nothing else about them, not even the name of my mother.

Ever since I was 6, I've learned never asked or mentioned about them within my grandparent's hearing range anymore. Reason? The Cruciatus Curse tends to have that effect. You know, old pureblood idea of raising a child.

Disobedience? Crucio!

That's why I had always been such a perfect pureblood in the public's eyes. It was either be what my grandparents want me to be or it's hellooooo unbearable pain. Trust me, no one is that stupid to go look for reasons to be punished.

… … Yet these reasons come look for me.

How lucky.

Not.

"Hogwarts has yet to start and something had already gotten our little minx's kinkers in a twist? What is it this time? Another ickle first year wearing polka dots clothe like last year?" Blaise joked, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Ha ha Blaise, so funny." I said, rolling my eyes, "Besides, that first year had it coming for wearing something so hideous in front of me! I had to protect my eyes!"

"And the fact that you had been itching to try out the new hex you'd read about that summer?" Draco added in, an eyebrow raise.

"Well," I pretended to ponder about it before a grin returned to my face, "I guess that's part of the reason too."

Everyone began to laugh as we all started to talk about our summer, except for Crabbe, Goyle and Theo that is. Well, as for Crabbe and Goyle, the reasons were obvious. As for Theo, he simply didn't want to. Theo seldom talks unless he's needed to, him always burying himself behind a book, not that we all mind.

"Well, I'm not going to sit here and wait for the trolley, I need my sugar fix now." I stood up, ready to look of the trolley lady. That's one of the problems we Slytherins got for sitting in the last compartment.

Sure, we got to leave an impression to the others that we're all dark and mysterious, but bloody hell! It always took ages before the trolley lady finally reach us. And trusts me, a bunch of aristocrat-wanna-be like us do not like to be serve last.

"What? Not going to offer to buy some for us? What a great friend you are Whyte." Blaise teased. Along with him, everyone else turned their attention to me, staring at me with expectant eyes.

Was that drool I see at the corner of Crabbe's and Goyle's mouth?

One word.

Ew.

"What? Not going to offer some galleons for me? What great friend you are too Zabini." My hands were already out, a smug smirk making its way to my face. I know for a fact that out of all of us -except Crabbe and Goyle-, only Blaise and I buy any sweets from the trolley, so it's a little pointless to ask the rest.

"You know, you're very cheap for a pureblood" Blaise grumbled, "so very cheap."

My grin only gotten wider as I wriggled my fingers while he fork over a few galleons and sickles. "I want-"

"Two chocolate frogs, a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavour bean and the rest on liquorice wands. I know."

While Blaise grinned, I saw Draco raised an eyebrow in the corner of my eyes. I pretended not to notice, no need for him to know that these were what Blaise would always want me to buy in exchange for his silence whenever I sneak out to Hogsmeade.

A pure Slytherin Blaise is, a pure Slytherin git. How proud Snape must be.

"Now that I have me money, I bid you all farewell and I pray for our path to meet again. Adios!" I bow down theatrically and shut the compartment door behind me, not before I heard what Blaise had said.

"Must she always be such a drama queen?"

I snickered as I continue my journey for the search of the trolley lady and her sugary sweet goodness, not before I heard someone mentioning my name in a compartment that is.

I instantly hide behind the door and discreetly peak through the compartment door window, trying to catch a glimpse of the few who may soon be the victims of the dungbombs I always carried with me. That decision depends on their conversation of course, I'm not that unreasonable.

Not to mention I'm running low on supply.

Hmmm, bushy brown hair, messy red hair and that all too familiar icky black hair.

Oh great, now he got me saying that my own hair color was icky.

I expertly planted my face against the door, sending warning glares to whomever that was staring at me. Since the trio was talking about me behind my back, it would be extremely impolite of me if I don't eavesdrop about all the wonderful things they would say about me.

"- she must be up to something Harry! People like Whyte don't just help us! You need to stay away from her, especially this year. I won't be surprise if she's the one who hand you over to Sirius Black."

Didn't I say? Wonderful wonderful things.

"Hermione, how can Alexi even conspire with Sirius Black when she doesn't even know him?"

At least Potter has a brain. And to think that beaver was actually a top student, what a joke.

"How do you know she doesn't know him? She's from Slytherin!"

Wow, what strong argument that Weasel had, someone please give him a round of applause. Being a Slytherin means I'm automatically friends with an escape convict that had been living in Azkaban since I'm a one year old? Real smart there Weasel, I can really see where you get that brain from.

"But Dumbledore said-"

Dumbledore? What does this got to do with Dumbledore?

I was about to throw all of my dungbombs inside when the train started to slow down before coming to a sudden halt and all lights went off. The sound of the roaring wind and rain had only getting louder and louder against the windows.

Okay, I'm officially freaked out now.

I was about to run back to my compartment when someone from behind me opened up Potter's compartment door and tripped over me, causing the both of us to fall in gracefully. Well, as gracefully as trolls doing ballets can be.

"Who's there?" Weasley practically screeched while Granger let out a small shriek.

Oooh, Gryffindor courage, I can really feel it.

"Get of me whoever the sodding hell you are! You're crushing me!" I demanded as I tried to push away the weight that's on top of me. It's either a full grown boy or a very well-fed girl. No matter which, I'm still dying here!

Have I mentioned that I'm dramatic?

"Hullo Neville," Harry said as he helped him up, "Hey Alexi."

"Neville? NEVILLE?" I exclaimed angrily as I sat up. No offence to him but anyone with common sense would know how much of a toll his weight had on a 5' 3'' tiny frame girl like me!

"I-I-I'm s-sorry!"

Oh dear, he's nearly in tears. Did the sorting hat screw up in my year? Courage doesn't really run in them from what I see.

"What's going on Harry?" Ron scream, followed a loud hissing and a yelp of pain.

My yelp of pain.

"What the bloody hell is that thing? It scratched me!"

"Crookshanks!" Hermione exclaimed, scooping up whatever devil spawn that had just drew blood from me.

"Keep your filthy fiend in check Granger! That thing is a hazard!"

"She's not filthy Whyte! You must have provoked her somehow."

Me? Provoking the devil spawn? Unlikely!

I've only been forcing dungbombs in her mouth was all.

"I won't touch that pathetic excuse of a pet with a ten foot pole even if you beg me Granger. I don't touch filth!"

"For the last time Whyte! Crookshanks is not filthy!"

Ha, wait till she smells that creature's breathe.

"Whatever you say Granger."

I was about to leave when a shivering light filled the compartment, a tired looking man in the corner had his wand out, obviously casted the lumos spell.

"Sh! Stay where you are." The unknown man said, heading towards the door.

"And who do you think yo-"

Even before I can finish my sentence or even before the man can reach the door, it had slid open. In the doorway stood – or float to be more accurate- a ghastly looking cloaked figure, its face completely hidden beneath the hood of its unsightly cloak.

Yuck, it's worse than the polka dot shirt I've seen last year.

Can't blame me for noticing such an obvious detail, I'm a girl after all.

A hand was suddenly withdrawn from the folds of its black cloak, revealing a greyish, decaying and scabbed like hand. Not just the sight was terrifying, even when it drew a long, excruciating slow, rattling jagged breath send shivers down my spine.

At that very moment, an intense cold swept over, so petrifying icy that it chilled my heart completely inside out. And before I know it, I was already been swallowed into an abyss of darkness.

Great.

A/N

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