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Most people pretend to know what a broken heart feels like, only a small percentage of them actually know what it feels like. To have this longing and need for someone who isn't there anymore, to feel like you failed yourself. So many people told me it was wrong, that it was impossible. I spent so much time trying to prove them wrong, but in the end they were right and I should just stop trying and just start living. We were never meant to be together and I just need to accept that, and move on...

September 1st 1996

"Gabi!" A voice from behind yelled, a brunette with violet eyes turned around with a smile on her face as she saw her best friend. Ginny Weasley stood there, with her hands full with her trunk in one hand and an owl cage in the other.

"Ginny, it's so good to see you," Gabi exclaimed and quickly took her trunk before she tumbled backwards into the train.

"I know I'm pretty amazing aren't I?" She joked, "How was your summer? I wish we had gotten to see each other. How was France?" Ginny asked, as she handed her trunk and owl away. Gabi shrugged and smiled.

"It was good, the house was beautiful Mum said that next summer you could come visit if you wanted you," Gabi told her, a smile crossed Ginny's lips as she though of a summer away from her brothers. They found Ron, Harry and Hermione against the wall of the platform, they were talking and they all had that grim expression on their faces. They wore that expression a lot, Gabi thought as she and Ginny walked closer to them.

"Ron, did Mum and Dad already leave? I forgot to say goodbye," Ginny asked, a small blush crossed Ginny's cheeks as she noticed Harry staring at her.

"Ummm oh ya, they did she said she couldn't find you but she'd write," Ron said trying to remember.

"Gabi how was France? Were you close to Paris? Did you get to see any of the museums?" Hermione asked, throwing questions at her as she held her old battered copy of "Hogwarts: A History" in her arms.

"Potter, how's mum? Oh right she's dead," A voice from behind them mocked.

"What do you want Riddle!" Ron said angrily, pushing himself away from the wall. Gabi turned around and came face to face with Zac Riddle, he was wearing a simple grey-shirt that hugged tightly to his body. His ice blue eyes, glared down at her before returning to Ron.

"Nothing from you, you fucking blood traitor," He spat at Ron, but his eyes kept watching Gabi. For a split second, his eyes were staring directly into her violet ones. She bit her lip, and quickly looked away. Zac shook his head, as if shaking unwanted thoughts from it. As he threw them another glare, before walking off. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him talking to Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini. A blonde girl was hanging off of his arm. A sprig of jealously ran through her, how could she be jealous? She asked herself, she kept staring at him. He's the son of the most evil wizard on earth; you can't be attracted to that! Gabi scolded herself and tried to push those thoughts away.

"Gab?" Ginny asked, pulling her back to reality. "You okay?"

"Ya I'm fine, just thinking," She mumbled and turned her attention back to them. Ron was still furious,

"It has to be illegal for him to be allowed to go to school," He spat.

"You don't get to choose your family, just because his father's a murderer doesn't mean he is," Gabi explained.

"You actually defending him?" Harry asked with a look of shock on his face, Gabi bit her lip realizing her mistake.

"No I'm just saying... oh never mind," She said, realizing there was no way out of what she had just said. She had just defended Zac Riddle and there was no denying it. Gabi took a deep breath, and looked around. It was going to be a long year, but she already knew that.

"Did you see the look on Weasley's face?" Theo asked sliding into the compartment; Draco was on his back with his head in Pansy's lap. Zac was staring at the window, not even acknowledging his presence. Blaise smirked and nodded,

"He looked like he was going to explode, nice work mate," Blaise said elbowing Zac. A smirk crossed him lips, but he didn't tear his eyes away from the window. He twisted the ring around his finger; he looked down at the red eyes of the snake that were entwined in it. It was his 16th birthday present from his father. It had actually surprised him that his father even remember, since he had been absent from his life for 13 years. He thought back on his childhood, if you could even call it that. The first few years of his life had been spent being taking care by servants and nannies around his father's mansion. His mother wouldn't be caught dead taking care of a baby, when he was finally old enough to read and write his mother started shoving dark magic down his throat. Sometimes he wished that he didn't have to accept that his father was Lord Voldemort and his mother was Bellatrix Lestrange. Of course his parents didn't stay together, The Dark Lord didn't have the time or emotion for something as trivial as a wife. The Dark Lord could only love himself.

He looked around the compartment; Draco was still lying on the bench with his head in Pansy's lap with his eyes closed as she played with his hair. Blaise and Theo were sitting across from each other talking quietly; his friends may have been the only think keeping him in touch with his sanity. Draco stretched his arms above his head and Zac caught sight of the top of the dark mark showing above his sleeve. That was one thing that Zac would never receive, his ring was his only personal dark mark and to him it seemed so much worse than just a simple tattoo on his arm.

"Do we really have to start classes tomorrow? I'm going to kill myself if we have another screw up Defense teacher," Theo said dramatically.

"It's called school, classes are kind of the point. Plus I heard Snape is going to be the DADA teacher this year," Zac told him.

"And I'm okay with that, at least we'll actually be doing something,"

"And if you two actually paid attention you'd probably be doing a lot better," Draco added sitting up from Pansy's lap.

"I have better things to do," Zac snapped.

"And I'm just lazy," Theo said with a smile as he twirled his wand around his finger.

"You know next year your going to be stuck being head boy with the Mudblood and then we'll see who's laughing," Blaise told him, Draco rolled his eyes.

"If she's still here…" He mumbled, and they all knew what that meant. Zac's eyes got cold; he knew what was going to happen after this year. He didn't know if he could handle a war, and he didn't know if he could handle the outcome of it either. If his father won, the world would be over every speck of light in this world would be gone. He vaguely remembered something his Aunt Narcissa, Draco's Mother told him when he was 11. She had told him that, "You could have everything you want in this world, but it means nothing if you don't have anyone to share it with," She was right of course, Narcissa is almost never wrong.

But he didn't know then, that it would haunt him for the next 5 years. He was alone, he had girlfriends if you could call them that but when he though about it he had never met anyone that he would want to spend the rest of his life with. He didn't have much time left either; all upper-class purebloods married young. Most of the people he knew got married when there were 18 of 19. That gave him three years; three years to find the person that he would spend the rest of his life with. It was all too much for him, he couldn't handle it. He hated being seen as weak, he couldn't even count the numerous times his mother had called him weak.

He bit his lip, and sighed closing his eyes. One way or another I'm going to have to figure out, he told himself. Outside the countryside flew by them as the train moved closer to Hogwarts. Closer to Hogwarts, and closer to reality.

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