This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction, its my first draft, so there will probably be some mistakes. This is chapter 1. I do not own any of the original characters from the books, but have invented some of my own and put in the story. There is adult content in this fan fiction, ranging from swearing to sexual content.

Winter was fast approaching. Every morning when I awoke, there was frost crawling on the ledge of all the windows. And no matter how many times I cast that damn charm; there was still the draft of an old castle that persists. You could see it in the fire, a flame flickering and sometimes extinguishing, or in a tapestry, blowing back and forth. The moment I would leave the comfort of the fire, the temperature change was immediately noticeable. I would shiver and clutch the shawl Severus gave me and hold it close to my body. I hated having to wear shoes everywhere in the castle without freezing my toes and would often find myself day dreaming about summer time, when normally people would be begging for a draft or breeze. Daylight was also shrinking. If you were caught leaving a class after 4, you'd have to feel your way back.., that is, if you tried not to use magic for everything like kids did right out of school.

I glanced over and shot out of my chair. I was late. Dumbledore made it very clear that if I was to stay here I was not to do advanced magic with students present or in the castle at all. I was usually late because I had grown use to just apparating myself everywhere. I swallowed and slipped in my "gomsins" and my shawl and bolted out of the painting door. I skidded to a stop and rushed back for I had forgotten my books.

I'd only been here for two months, since the start of October. When I graduated from Hogwarts last May, I left the house I grew up in and went to Korea to help save witches and wizards that were trapped in North Korea. There was a huge deal about whether or not to save muggles too, but basically when put to a vote, government officials unanimously agreed to make sure all of "our" kind were safe. This vote didn't sit well with me, but I wasn't even allowed to vote.

My mind started to wonder. And when I came to it was because I had run right into someone. Our foreheads crashed together and we both let go of the books we carried and as our literature noisily fell all around us, we too flung our arms up and lost balance. I, not being very graceful, tumbled to the floor. I didn't look up, knowing my place was a lesson I was taught a long time ago. I kept my head down, and apologized as I tried to retrieve my things. As I was reaching for my folder of homework, the shoe of my unfortunate accident partner stepped on it. My heart rate increased a bit as i recognized who it was. He must have caught himself from falling because he was already there on top me.

"Watch where you're going, mugglefucker." He spat in his arrogant superior tone.

I still kept my head down and in a moment of small rage, I tore the folder out from under his foot.

"Suck a squib dick, Malfoy." I retorted before I could stop myself. I wasn't usually so aggressive but in my time away from servitude to the Malfoys, my tongue loosened. I regretted it almost immediately and just as i dared to look up at him, he had his hand on my throat and shoved me into the stone wall.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

I could feel his had shaking. He wasn't angry, he was scared. He pressed harder on my neck and repeated himself.

I pretended to choke and cough. I avoided his eyes and looked in every direction I could think of, his hands still shaking but not increasing grip and after a minute he let me go. I dropped to my knees and played the choking bit for a few seconds longer; I covered my mouth and tried to catch my breath. He kicked his book to my hand, possibly as means of intimidation, and it hit my knuckles, causing slap to enter the air. Then, as we heard distant voices, he grabbed his belongings and left hastily.

I picked up the rest of my things and dashed to class. My mind raced with a million torturous thoughts. I feared Lucius coming back and forcing me to be their "servant" again. I had only escaped because Severus insisted that keeping a witch as a servant was going to cause too much unwanted attention. Bella chimed in at this time and used her usual Severus hating speech. "What does he know? He was a spy for Dumbledore, you trust this?" On and on it went. But eventually it was Cissy who convinced Lucius to set me free. She didn't like my presences distracting her men as it was. I was so lost in this memory that I scoffed and when I looked up I saw Severus at the front of his classroom. He was standing with a young woman, maybe in her early 20s. She had long dark brown hair, nearly chocolate, and grey eyes. They pierced whatever they landed on and her face had sharp angles and appeared stern even when relaxed. She was whining and saying "but I don't want to go today."

Severus's voice was deep when he answered. I couldn't make out what he said but he looked her back hard in the eyes and she lowered her head. She nodded and they exchanged kisses on each cheek before she disappeared through a back door, practically skipping like she forgot about what just happened.

He must not have noticed me waiting because when he looked up, there was an ever so slight jump back. His face didn't soften when he recognized me, but was at my side instantly remarking about the redness on my neck. I avoided his gaze, I knew he would tell me that I needed to stand up for myself and that I'm an adult now, I wouldn't get in trouble for using magic. The list of things I thought he'd say seemed to be endless in my mind. But all he asked was who did it and what happened.

"Draco" I whispered. I felt bad admitting who it was. Draco appeared to just be playing the part he was supposed to play, and since I've returned to Hogwarts he didn't seem himself. Like, he was keeping a secret.

Severus cleared his throat and reached for my face. I looked up at him and when I caught his gaze, I felt something I had not felt before. I lost my breath and it felt like i was punched in the stomach. There was something there that may have not been there before. We were locked, and my face reddened, blood rushing up, hot and boiling. His fingers brushed my neck, the marks a little sore. Stray hairs were caught and he pulled them back behind my ear. His stare lingered and finally, realizing I was holding my breath, tore my eyes away and gasped. He turned his head away and pointed to the desk I was supposed to be sitting in.

Dumbledore allowed me to stay at Hogwarts to pursue higher learning. Being underprivileged meant I didn't have money to have training after school. I was barely allowed to attend school at all. But when the letters came upon becoming of age, they couldn't refuse. I have no idea where I came from or who my parents are, or were, but I was raised as "property" of the Malfoy family. It's actually pretty close to how Harry claims his home life was like. When I first met harry, he just had a look of low self-esteem, and had a confused outlook on life. I guess he grew up in the muggle world and I the wizarding one, but we shared this hidden identity. Harry was two years younger than me and this was his 6th year. I noticed that he too had been acting strangely this year, but after what I heard happened the year prior, i empathized with his struggle.

Severus slammed his hand down on my desk. "Pay attention." He commanded.

I jumped and almost fell out of my chair. I got distracted by my thoughts a lot and sometimes i would just sit and stare, lost in a fake world created by my own mind.

This evening Severus was teaching me the normal duties of an employee of the school. I had decided the safest place for me to take my next steps in adulthood and career was to stay close to Dumbledore... and also secretly Severus. So that obviously meant I was to work at Hogwarts. I did not have any qualifications to be a teacher, but i could assist all teachers and even grounds work with Hagrid when necessary.

Severus droned on about this and that and 5 minutes to the end of our class he pop quizzed me and without trying I got all the questions correct. I had never thought much of it before (he has looked at me this way in the past), but as I was gathering my things and looked over at him, he was blatantly staring at me. He wasn't just seeing me though; he was looking inside of me. I found that I couldn't breath and that I liked him seeing me like that. My heart pounded in my chest and I couldn't explain it, maybe flattering, for I was being noticed, in a strangely positive way. But as the seconds dragged into minutes, I quickly left without a word and went straight to my dorm.

The fire in the place was at a steady roar when I entered the common room. I pushed the loveseat right in the middle, front and center, of the fire place. The heat blazing off the flames was almost like standing in the sunlight on a hot day. The goose bumps that plagued me all day were finally gone and my arms felt normal. I was trying to read "how to be a successful wizard" and ignoring my homework. My black cat, Myron, was curled up in my lap. His shinning charcoal fur resembled my own hair. Long and smooth, flowing in the fingers of the petter. His eyes were the same as mine too. Bright and burning when caught by his stare. My eyes have even been compared to Harrys. I can't deny they appear similar. Green eyes are rather rare in the genetic gene pool these days.

Myron's ears popped up. Like little satellites that honed in on a noise my human ears could never detect. I glanced over my shoulder and only saw the normal, uneventful corner it's had always been. I pushed on with my reading until I fell asleep.

**I found myself in a small dark room. I felt cobwebs in my hair and caressing my face. I froze. I could see a spider on my cheek and still refused to move. Where was I? How did I get here? My breathing became erratic instantly and I started hyperventilating. I frantically felt around. Walls all around me. A light flicked on at the end of a tunnel. I froze again. With some light I could barely see my surrounding but i quickly recognized this place. I moved back as heavy footsteps slopped my away on the wet stone floor. No words were said, even when the key entered the lock and sprung me free. A hand reached in and pulled me out, I swallowed, not resisting. I was shook to my feet and I look upon Cissy.

"Breakfast" was all she said. She didn't escort me but I knew I was expected to move right away. I couldn't hear or see her following me, but I still believed she was. There was a wooden door with reinforced metal holding it together. I knew this door was reinforced and not just by ordinary metals or wood. I had tried to escape once... I shook my head and continued my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the house.

As I dug out pans and ingredients, I heard the mistress and her sister speaking in not so hushed tones in the dining room right next to me. Even though their voices were not whispering I still couldn't make out their conversation. I turned my attention back to the sizzling meat in the iron pan in front of me. I do not remember anyone entering in the kitchen but I suddenly felt a hand on the side of my neck. The long white fingers were void of warmth and they slowly moved their way down my arm. I shivered but dared not move. A horrible hiss in my ear as he spoke out loud like I wasn't able to hear him.

"Grown so beautifully, wouldn't you agree Wormtail?"

A rat like of a man squeaked his dutiful response of "yes, yes, of course master," he licked his lips, and said in an unmistakable hint of desire, "most 'beautiful' indeed."

A harsh chuckle and he inhaled right next to my skin. His hand had found its way all the way to my hand, causing our bodies to be pressed against each other, his breathing somehow taking over my own. I was completely frozen as he continued to feel me, his hand now tracing back up my arm and right back down again but this time on my side. He hesitated when he brushed the side of my breast and squeezed a little bit. Sweat beaded on my palms making the spatula slippery. I tried not to form a fist, but had to clutch the counter to stay standing. MY head became light and my vision was growing dark when he turned me around to face him. I kept my gaze down but he grabbed my face and forced me to look up into his snake like eyes. He turned my face over in his hand examining me.

"So much like that muggle, isn't she Severus?" He hissed, some spit landing on my cheek.

Silence followed for a full minute before i saw him the corner.

"Please come get a better look."

I felt like I was the middle of some joke I was unaware of. He smirked and turned his attention to Severus, who had not yet approached us. The tension built as he slowly made his way in front of me. He looked deep into my eyes and, I'm assuming to please the Dark Lord; he looked over the rest of me.

"Similar, My Lord, yes." Severus said quietly.

My face was let go and I tried to turn back to cooking but the Dark Lords arm reached out in front of me, I stopped.

"Look closer, Severus." He said a little irritated.

"My lord," he spoke up right away. "She is similar; however I fail to see why this is of importance." He wouldn't look at me, he was fixed on Voldemort.

He slid behind me and raised his voice, "you don't know who this is?!" And shoved me forward, forcing Severus to catch me. I tried to stand but my knees were weak. I didn't understand what was happening.

A loud sigh. "Very well, we must be off." The Dark Lord declared. "Come now."

My eyes opened and I grabbed the sides of the love seat and sunk my nails in. It wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. But I hadn't remembered it until I was dreaming.

The fire was dying and the darkness was closing in. The cat was gone but I saw a figure in the doorway.

"Severus?" I whispered.

He said nothing but came forward to sit next me. He had planted the memory inside my dream.