AN: Okay, so guys, don't kill me if i stuff up, because this is my first fan fic and i am so exited that i can finally publish it. i'll try to post as much as possible, but no promises :)

Chapter 1

I lean my head against the arm of the chair and kick my legs over the other. The first day back at my second home, Hogwarts, and I'm already exhausted.

"Accio book," I mutter with a flick of my wand. My book, The Curse of the Deathly Hallows, comes hovering over. I grab it before anyone notices and open it up. I start reading, but my eyes keep wandering off the page. My mind keeps flickering to dinner last night in the Great Hall.

I sat in my usual spot, at the end of the Slytherin table, all by myself. For some reason I wasn't hungry, was I nervous? People had obviously noticed. I'm not a big eater, but when I don't eat, there has to be something wrong. Draco Malfoy and his crew, Crabbe Goyle and Pansy, came into the hall. Draco studied our table and decided where he wanted to sit. He strode past me and faltered ever so slightly when he passed me, but he kept walking to about five people down from me where he shoved some second years over saying "Move over, you should feel special I chose to sit here." Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly, the Golden Trio, looked over. Harry rolled his eyes, Hermione's face turned into a scowl and Ron just looked stupid with his mouth full of food. They surveyed our table and, of course, passed over me. I sighed and wished I had a book to read. I decided to look at the teachers table. I passed over each one of them individually, lingering on the new pudgey toad-lady and then on Snape, my god-father.

I had been meaning to talk to him since we got off the train, but I hadn't had the time. I stared at him until he looked back. I tried to signal that we needed to talk, but I wasn't too sure whether it worked or not. My eyes flickered away and I found myself eye to eye with the devil himself, Draco Malfoy. 'He has such a bad reputation,' I thought with a pang of pity, 'Stop that!' I told myself mentally, 'He deserves his reputation, he his horrid to everyone, don't feel pitiful.' Again my eyes flickered away, but I knew he was still looking at me. Luckily, at that time, Dumbledore said "It is late, you have classes tomorrow, go to bed! Pip pip!" I stood up as quickly as possible and bolted down to the dungeons. I said Quid Agis to the stone wall and the door to the common room appeared. I raced inside and went into the girls dormatory.

I snap back into reality. I look around the common room quickly. No one seems to have notice my day-dream apart from Draco. Again he is staring at me. I stand up, putting my book on the edge of the chair and exit the room. Out in the hall, I start walking toward the front door. Once I arrive, both the doors are fully open. I can see the Hufflepuff quidditch team practicing for our game angainst them think Saturday. I make a mental note to tell Marcus Flint that I want to try out for the team again. I lean against the open door and look out over the school grounds. I can see everything, the Dark Forrest, lake and the Quidditch pitch. Suddenly, I hear a shuffle behind me. I whip out my wand and turn around quickly. Draco is standing there with his arms up in the air. I take a step forward and close he space between us.

"Why are you following me? What have I done to you?" I say very quietly.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he responds in a strange voice that sounds as if Crabbe is putting on a Draco voice. I push that thought aside. I put my wand away and start caressing his face. Then I knee him where it hurts and punch his face so hard that he falls backwards to the ground.

"Wow," he mutters. I lean down and put one of his arms around my neck and drag him up. Together, we stumble to the hospital wing where I tell Madame Pomfrey a story that he was walking down to the quidditch pitch when he went off the path and straight in to the Womping Willow which flung him back up to near the entrance to the school. I left the hospital with one question in mind; why was he there?

I check my time table again. Defenece Against the Dark Arts. Yuk. Actually, double yuk. So yuk yuk. The new teacher, Proffessor Umbridge, I heard Hermione say, is from the Ministry of Magic. That means NO magic is going to get done this year. Apparently Ginny Weasly has already had a lesson with her and the first thing she did was write a set of rules on the board. I climb the stairs to dividation and sit in the back corner by myself. 'This isn't a good start,' I think to myself, 'Not even five minutes in and I'm falling asleep.' I start to doze off into my own unrealistic world.

"Excuse me?" I hear a voice saying. I snap back to normal and see Hermione standing behind the other chair.

"Mmm?" I say with a yawn.

Hermione grins and says "Is this seat taken?"

"Of course not," I say with a slight frown. Why was she bothering to sit with me, a loner. She is part of the Golden Trio. This could be bad for her reputaion. At that moment, Trelawaney starts talking. I'm still puzzling as to why Hermione wanted to sit there when she says "I'm so sorry about you and Draco!"

"Sorry?" I say, extremeley confused.

"You and … Ohhhhh… You don't know yet, do you?"

"Know what?" My voice rising and my temper starting to get fired up.

"I can't tell you. Well actually I can, but that would be wrong. I had just assumed you would know, because you're 15, and that's the age you're meant to find out, but if you don't know, don't let me tell you. Ask Snape, he knows the Malfoy's, doesn't he, even ask Draco, but don't ask me!" she says very quickly. By now, my temper has almost reached bursting point. To make the situation better, Trelawaney walks over.

"What is in the crystal ball?" she askes stupidly.

"To be frank, I don't care and I never will! This is stupid!" I say calmly but angrily and very loudly, like a mother who is telling off her child. I grab my books and storm out of the room all the way to the common room. Of course, when I get there, Peeves the ghost is at the door painting it red with tomato sauce.

"Move!" I yell.

"Ha! You think you can get through me do you?

Ittle wittle Charlie

Went a bit to far-lie

And now she plans to kill!

But what would happen

Is this paint were to spill?" he sang merrily.

"Quid agis," I say angrily as I walk through him and the door. Just as I enter, I turn around shout "It's Charlotte, not Charlie!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" he says as he throws the tomato sauce at me.

"Arg! If you weren't already dead, I would kill you!" I scream. I turn around and go to walk to the girls dorm, when I stop. Someone is reading my book. And that someone is meant to be in the hospital wing with a severe concussion.

"Ahem," I cough. He holds up a finger to shush me.

"Just wait," he says, "I've almost read the chapter."

"Draco! That's MY book, I'm covered in tomato sauce and I can't be bothered to deal with this right now. Can I have my book, pa-lease?" I say rudely.

"Sure, whatever," he says as he throws the book to me. I let it drop and glare at him. "Why would you throw something like that when I'm cover in sauce? It's not like I'm going to catch it!" I say, rather annoyed. He shrugs.

"Arg! You and Peeves are so annoying!" I shout as I go down the hall.

After my shower, I comeback along the hallway, still drying my hair with a towel. For some reason, Draco is still in on the couch.

"So," I say casually.

"So," he repeats.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Skipping, don't want to have to listen to an oaf like Hagrid today," he says in an off-hand manner, "And, what are you doing here, Miss Smith?"

I turn red. "Ahhh… It's sorta a long story and it doesn't concern you."

"Come on! I just told you why I am here. Can't you cut me some slack?" He says in a whiney voice.

"Fine! I got really pissed at Hermione Granger and Trelawaney. Are you happy?"

"Actually, I am. May I ask what that filthy mudblood did this time?" he asks as he rubs his jaw. I smile openly. It was very funny watching him come back to the castle with a broken jaw two years ago.

"She said something…"I saw with a slight frown. Should I tell him?

"And?" he prompts.

"Well.." I start, "She said that you had something to tell me. And she said to let you or Snape tell me. And she said she had assumed I would know because I'm 15, or turning 15. But she wouldn't specify what it was about."

"How does she know?" he mutters

"What was that, Draco?" I say sweetly

"Nothing!" he answers a little too quickly.

"Also, you are meant to be in the hospital wing. I made sure of that yesterday," I say.

He grins. "That wasn't me, that was Crabbe."

"I thought it sounded like him. That dude needs to practice his acting skills!" I say, slightly confused. "Did you use polyjuice potion?"

"Yeah…" He admits.

"Why, do you need to stalk me?" I ask.

"No, I just want some insight as to who you are, what you do and what you're like." He answers.

"If you wanted that, why didn't you just ask?" I question.

"I wasn't sure if you'd tell me and I didn't want to make a fool of myself now, did I?" He says.

"Well, I'll tell you if it means that you'll stop stalking me and that you'll leave me alone." I say, seriously.

"I'll leave you alone if it makes you happy," he says, hands up in the air as if he has surrendered.

"So, what do you need to know?" I ask casually.

"I'd like to know about you're past and why when all the Death Eaters meet why you don't ever seem to have to stay with the kids and I'd"

I cut him off, "O.k, o.k! but it'll take a while."

"Sure," he says, making room for me on the couch. I cross over to him and sit in the space he made.

"O.k. Well, when I was 4, I was living at home with my parents, Ginerva and Tilden, when there was a knock at the door. I was too busy playing with my new doll to really care. My brother, Lorcan, was already here at graduates this year, he's in seventh year. I'm not sure but I think he's in Hufflepuff." I glance sideways at Draco. He makes eye contact with me and faintly grins. "Anyway, I was playing with my doll. I think I had given her a new haircut, so I ran downstairs with her yelling 'Daddy, daddy look at her!' When I got to dad, he was at the door talking fast and quietly.

'Isn't there anything I can do?' he pleaded

'No, Tilden. You sealed her to us in blood.' A harsh, scratchy voice said back.

'Tilden? Who's at the door?' My mother asked as she walked over to us.

'Daddy?' I said.

'Not now, sweetheart' he said.

'Who's at the door?' Mother asked again. The door swung open to reveal to masked people. Mother gasped.

'Why are they here? Why, Tilden?' She said very quietly.

'Ginerva, this woman is Bellatrix Lestrange, and this man you might recognise as Fenrir Greyback.' My father said.

'You're husband ran into a bit of … errr….trouble with us a few years back,' Bellatrix said with a small smile. 'We let him live provided he give us something to train.'

'To..tt. train?' My mother said, looking faint.

'Yes. You see, your son is too old, but she is the perfect age.' said Bellatrix with a slight nod in my direction. I started to back away.

'Where are you going, sweetie?' she asked me very nicely.

'Ginerva, Charlie's going away for a while,' my father said.

'A while, how longs a while?' said my mother frantically.

Father picked me up and gave me to Fenrir Greyback. Fenrir laughed/growled meanly.

They started walking backwards.

'DADDY! DADDY! I DON'T WANT TO GO! I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU!' I screamed. 'DADDY!' But he just stood at the door not smiling, not frowning, just at me as my mother tried to get through the door to get me." Again, I look at Draco. Now he no longer is smiling. He stares at me intently.

"My mother was pregnant then. I think she had twins. They're in Ravenclaw. But that doesn't matter. I spent the time from then to now training to be a Death Eater. I admit that I have already been initiated. Hey! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't by choice!" I say defensively. Draco just shakes his head with his eyebrows raised and nods for me to continue.

"I've been on a few missions. Generally, I'm allowed to go to the meetings. I did have to wait with the kids up until I was 10, so I have waited with you, but I usually just sat in the corner wondering whether my parents were Death Eaters or not. I found out last year that my father had another run in with Fenrir and, well… you can sort of guess, can't you? You have met Fenrir right?" I ask

"Yeah… I have to admit, it was terrifying." He replies.

"Ha… just be greatful you don't have to live with him. Anyway… one mission I went on has sorta been stuck in my head for like ever since I happened. It happened on my third mission, when I was 12, I think.. Yeah 12. We were outside this house.

'Bellatrix, are there any children in here?' I asked her.

'No.'

'If there are, I will take pleasure in killing you.' I said to her.

'Don't worry, there aren't any kids, Blaide' she said with a smile.

We entered the house. I had my knives in my hands. We split up. I got to the living room and we were obviosly expected. We battled. They cursed and hexes me. I deflected their spells with my knives and slasked and killed them. I looked around. A little girl entered the room and saw her parents.

'Did you kill daddy and mummy?' she asked.

'Yes…' I choked back. My throat got tight and I started hyperventilating. I killed her parents. She started crying. She walked over to her fathers bloodied body and took out his wand. She held it with both hands and aim at me.

'You killed them, you pay,' she said. She fired a spell at me. I deflected it with my knives and slashed, just out of habit. She fell to the ground in a heap. Bellatrix walked in.

'You handled that well, Blaide,' she said.

'You said… there …were… no…..kids...' I managed.

'I lied,' she said with a shrug. I lunged at her and almost slit her throat. Fenrir and your father held me off her and she disapperated. Then we travelled back and Voldemort gave me a talking to," I said as I started to cry. "Damn her!" I sobbed. "Damn, damn, damn!"

"Damn who?" said Draco in a very soothing voice.

"All of them! Bellatrix, the little girl, everyone!" I cried. I put my head on my knees and let my hair fall around me. Draco hesitantly put his hand on my back and started to pat it.

"Damn especially Bellarix!" I said once I had gained control of my voice again.

"Why?" he said. In response,I sat up and rolled up my sleeve and lifted up the back of my shirt.

"Charlotte…. What are those?" he asked, shocked.

"She crusiated me. 'It protects you!' she says. I say it hurts to hell," I say as I wipe my cheek. I lean my head against his shoulder. I feel him tense, but he doesn't push me off. We sit there in silence for a few minutes until the door opens and Pansy walks in followed by Crabbe, who was sporting a very black eye, and Goyle. I sit up straight, but they still saw us. Pansy stares at up open mouthed while Crabbe and Goyle stand behind her frowning, looking slightly dissapointed.

"What are you doing?" She says in a very high pitched, shrill voice.

"Skipping," responds Draco.

"Not that! The leaning on each other!" she says.

"Bonding. It's part of our quidditch practice homework. To bond with each other," he lies coolly after a look at Crabbe and Goyle, who were both on last year's team. Pansy looks convinced.

"Fine, but if i find that anything else is happening, you'll regret it," she warned.

As she left, Draco annd i turned to each other and grinned widely. We burst out laughing and went to our seperate dormatories.

"Fine. But if anything else is happening…. I'll know," she warns as she goes toward the girls dorm. Draco and I grin at each other and stand up to get ready for our double potions with Snape.