Authors note: Just wanted to quickly say, this is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction. I've only recently taken interest in it (years too late, right?) and particularly the character Draco Malfoy. I understand that J.K Rowling actually intended for most people to hate Draco Malfoy, but I think the more interested in the character I became, the more I wanted to explore it. So yeah, I hope you enjoy and please leave a review? Thank you
Summary: Wasn't it strange how some people can bring out the bad in you? Especially when you're such an innocent young girl who definitely didn't want this life. The longing for a normal life changes when someone puts a pit of fire inside of you, and all you want to do is suck the life from them.
I knew that Hogwarts wasn't going to be the place for me. I knew it the day that my Mother showed me my acceptance letter. I knew the second that I stepped off of the train. I knew it the moment that I first saw the school.
You see, wizardry wasn't what I was used to, at all. Both my parents were pure-blood's, and had tried to teach me the basics throughout the years in our countryside home, but I didn't like it. I wasn't 'normal' in their eyes. Most children would probably have been excited to discover that they had magical powers, but me? Not at all. I wanted to be a regular human, or maybe a squib. I wanted to go to a normal school with normal children.
But I also knew that my parents had high expectations of me. They wanted me to go to Hogwarts, become the strong witch that they knew I could be. Follow in their footsteps, and one day have another pure-blood. They'd told me for years that Muggle-born's and Squib's were below us, but in my mind, that was all I wanted to be. My parents expected something from me, that I really didn't want to do or be.
I'd found, about two months before I'd started at Hogwarts, that I had a foul temper. My Father also realised that when I was angry, I worked my magic best. I'd silently cast a hex on a passing bird, without even realising. I'd just argued with my parents and stormed outside to see this bird squawking far too loudly for my liking, the next thing I knew was that the bird was rolling around on the floor and my Father was applauding me. From then on, my parents used it to 'convince' me to go to Hogwarts.
"Oh Lucia Tiami Elizabeth Macias! Can't you see that you are a powerful young witch?! Hogwarts is the place for you!"
I knew that disappointing them wouldn't get me anywhere, so Hogwarts was where I ended up... And I hated it from day one.
So many memories that I wanted to forget from just that first day, never mind the past four and a half years. At first I had been placed into Slytherin by the sorting hat, I hated that the second I stepped towards the group that had slowly formed. Then I had my first encounter with him.. Draco Malfoy. He had instantly turned his nose up at me, and I hadn't even said a word yet. I remember shooting him a deathly glare before pushing my way to the back of the group, wishing I wasn't there.
The tormenting had started that evening. Draco and many of the other Slytherin's had noticed how quiet I was. At first it started with 'do you ever speak?', 'Cat got your tongue?' and the usual, before he moved onto my eyebrows. They were bushy, you could say that, and I'd argued with my Mother many times about waxing them. However, I had never been able to.. so I spent my years at Hogwarts being known as big brows Macias.
I felt like I would never get out of this place.