I do not own Harry Potter.

I sigh getting out of bed. Today is the day. The day I get to go home and get ready for the most important weekend of my life. This weekend I'm getting engaged. His name is Daniel. Daniel Steel. He's the best guy in the entire world. And I'm going to marry him. We've been dating for a good six months. It was arranged, of course as is most all of the deatheater relationships. But the difference between Daniel and I and other couples is that we actually love each other.

In the beginning I wasn't so sure but I agreed like a good lady does whether she approves or not. A good lady takes the bad with the good and never once does she complain. She grits her teeth and she bares it and she does what she must do to support her husband and make him the envy of all other men. This is the type of woman and wife I was raised to be. This is the type of girl I am.

Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Steel. Mrs. Alexandria Steel. Perfect. My parents are deatheaters and loyal Voldemort supporters. Our family is rather important in the dark magic practices. Supporting Voldemort runs deep on both sides of my family and my descendants were very hard workers for him. This puts my family in his closest circle. Like royalty. Daniels family is the same. This is why we were picked to be together. We were hand picked by Voldemort himself. Two of the strongest dark magic families will be joined through this marriage. It's very important.

I haven't seen Daniel in a good 2 months. He goes to Drumstrang, I go to Hogwarts. We've been keeping a good relationship up through owls however. I'm excited to see him again.

I get showered and dressed I put on a nice pantsuit my mother had recently bought me in London. Sometimes it annoys me that I have to wear things like dresses and skirts and blouses on an everyday basis while other girls get to put on nice comfortable jeans. But mother always tells me that a lady must always look good and jeans are too casual.

I slip on flats to go with the pantsuit and I grab my purse and I swing it over my shoulder and I head out to the commonroom. Most of the Slytherins are either already gone or leaving today to prepare for the huge engagement party tonight at my house.

I head up to the Great Hall for breakfast before I get on the train. I'm glad Prof. Dumbledore let us students leave school. Of course it was only after my father told that it was my engagement party that he agreed but still. I eat a bagel and survey my surroundings. Most of the Gryfindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables are filled while the Slytherin one is practically empty.

Everyone in the house was invited. Even some people whom I do not particularly like got an invitation. Mother always says that it's important to invite your enemies to your special events, such as this, so that they can admire the wonderful job you've about every dark witch or wizard will be at the party.

I hear Prof. McGonagall call for the students that are taking the train. I get up and I walk in no hurry what so ever to the carts. Then I ride to Hogsmeade Station and get patiently on the train. I find a compartment easily. I sit with my ankles crossed as mother taught me to. I pull out my ipod as the train begins to move and I settle in for a nice long ride.

HappyEndings