I placed the movie photograph of my friends and I into my suitcase before shutting it. It didn't quite close fully the first time, after some time it finally closed. I made my way out of my room with my suitcase in hand, down the stairs to the sitting room were my parents were waiting. I had become of age, and I was on my way to met my betrothed.

I come from a very rich and powerful line of witches and wizards. A family has had married their own cousins before. My parents too almost pity on me and decided to marry outside of the family, to have me marry a pure-blood family in England. Honestly, I didn't think being 16 was a good age but I didn't have a say in the matter for obvious reasons.

I would be staying the summer with my soon to be family in law, until I start school again in September.

"Oh dear, you look exactly as I had describe. Stunning." my mother hugged me. She was obviously proud or herself for pulling all this together. "a house-elf will be fetching you, so keep a look out for one."

"You're always welcome here" my father was a man of very few words. But I always knew he was against this idea of arranged marriage. I've always known he loved me. I never had to question that.

I nodded and moved into the large fireplace, after grabbing a large handful of Floo powder. "Diagon Alley" I spoke clearly moments before green flames engulfed me and I was transported to a very friendly looking area, lots of people walking around and such.

With suitcase in hand, I set off to basically start my new life. For this summer and the next. I started down the main street, there were so many shops to look into I didn't know where to start.

"Come on, Snivellus "

I turned to see a group of guys clearly picking on another.

"Maybe all the grease is clogging his ears"

I made my way over to them, annoyed by their actions. "Hey Sod Off." I yell at them and they turn to me. "Is this your girlfriend Snivellus?" one of them stated.

"Excuse me?" I snapped back. "No, I am an innocent bystander that's not going to just stand here and listen to you bullies."

"You wouldn't understand, he deserves it, trust us" one of them claims. I shook my head slightly. "I don't care, and I certainly don't want to see it." I could only imagine that I sounded like a scolding mother.

Before either of them could say a word. "Miss Salvatore, If you will," a small old voice came from behind, I look to see a house-elf. Small, and old of course. He's holding his hand out, and I take it. We're suddenly transported to a Manor of some sort.

"Hello Miss Salvatore, I'm Mrs. Black" an older woman greeted me in this manor.