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While packing I glance at the name on my trunk. Kiara Nyx Riddle. As I have well learned, names have deep power. Take my father's for example. Tom Riddle means nothing, but Lord Voldemort strikes fear into a person's very soul.
Because of my father I had no friends until last year. I would sit at dinner and walk to classes alone. But then Draco Malfoy became a Death Eater and then I joined his elite gang where his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, drooled over me.
Well, I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I am tall, skinny and slightly bird boned. My long, thick, black, hair falls in delicate curls around my small rounded face like my mothers did until she was killed two years ago. I am a seventh year Slytherin competing with Neva Eiewen for Draco's heart.
Draco stole my heart in my third year, but Neva already owned his. When she joined us, someone had to go. It was a no brainer that the ugly Pansy girl had to leave. As she ran away, sobbing apologies to her old friends, Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind Draco as he watched approvingly.
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Walking next to Draco on the way to double potions with Gryffindor, he leaned towards me and whispered, "I am going to make a fool of Potter yet I don't know how."
Thinking this over I look at him and say, "Hex him silently. Here use this." I hand him a piece of parchment with a pink hair hex on it. He then laughs and says, "Brilliant! Did you make this up?"
"Yes. It took many stolen now different color rats." Just after I said this Neva rushes past me, glaring, and grabs Draco's hand. As soon as I sit down, Headmaster Snape comes marching in, his robe billowing behind him. When he gets to the front of the room he whips around and barks, "Cauldrons away! Take out your wands!"
As I expected, Granger's hand shoots into the air. When Headmaster sees this he calmly says, "I am not an idiot girl. I know what class this is. Now please put down your overly large hand."
All us Slytherins laugh as her hand lowers slowly. After her hand lowered fully Headmaster spoke again. "We will be cursing inanimate objects today. Slytherins will take from here," he gestured to a large chest and added, "Gryffindors take from this pile," Pointing at a pile if broken, dingy quills.
Looking into the chest I see an array of simple items: necklaces, broaches, empty goblets, and one full goblet. I grab the full goblet and walk carefully back to my table so I do not spill any water. Headmaster watches me and says, "Mrs. Riddle, I hope you know fluids are extremely difficult to curse."
Almost giggling I smile slightly and say, "I know."
o-o magical time lapse. WOOT! o-o
As Headmaster walks around the Gryffindor tables testing their quills, he looks disappointed. No one but Granger did anything to their quill. She didn't curse it, rather repair it and turn it acid green. He made a tutting noise then entered the Slytherin area of the room. He tested everybody else's item before mine. It seemed like ages before he finally stopped by my table. He started to reach out to the water. Just before his hand touched the surface of the water I said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
He then turned on heel, strode over to take Grangers quill. When he retuned he plunged the quill in to the water. It immediately turned red then burned to ashes. Astonished, he turned to the rest of the class and said, "Mrs. Riddle has demonstrated excellent witchcraft today. 50 points to Slytherin." Cheers erupted behind her as she blushed from all the attention.
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Back in the commonroom, Neva and Draco were snuggling on the couch. Disgusting, I thought bitterly. "I am going to the great hall for dinner," I said.
"We'll come too," Said Crabbe, "Come on Goyle."
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Back in the great hall, all the Gryffindors were laughing about some joke by the Potter boy. I hate him. He nearly killed my father when he was one. I was so lucky for Horcruxes that night.
"What are you staring at Kira?" asked Crabbe, "Nothing," I lied easily. I mentally shook myself and concentrated on my food. A little while later, Neva and Draco came down, his arm around her waist. I cursed her mentally as they sat down beside me.
Hey Kira," said Neva cheerily. Bugger, I thought,"Hey Nev. What's up?" I asked as politely as I could manage. "Nothing, Hey are you okay?" she asked, noticing my grumpy mood.
"I'm fine," I lied, perking up a little. "Are you sure Kira? You seem tense," said Ashley from where she sat across the table. "Nah, I'm fine. Hey there's a Hogsmade weekend coming up. Who's going?" Everyone raised their hands, except Ashley. "Why aren't you going Ash?" I asked her. "My mom didn't sign the form." "Oh, I'll stay with you if you want. I don't need to go," " No its fine, you can go. I'll find some way to entertain myself."
"Okay then. Draco, I hear you are trying out for the Quiddich team," I said, changing the subject. "Yeah, so what?" he asked. "I'm going to try out too," I said,"
"Really? Are you any good?" "Are you kidding me? I'm amazing. I can play every position." After that awkward silences filled the group.
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Bugger, I thought bitterly as my books tumbled to the ground. "Here, let me help you," Crabbe said. "Nah it's okay. Go on, I don't care if I'm late to Transfiguration.""Okay, if you are sure," he said uneasily as he stood up and walked down the hall.
Damn. Why can't Draco just be single, I thought with anger. I was only five minutes late to class but McGonagall decided to take off ten points anyway.
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"Well," I said, exasperated, "This was an awful day," Ashley Mhm'ed with agreement. "Why are you so glum?" I asked her. "Because, my boyfriend Michael broke up with me. He left me for a stupid fucking Hufflepuff girl," "No way!" I shrieked, "Who?" "Umm, well, her name is Gabriella." "Wait, Gabriella Fontes?" "Yes, why? Is that bad?" "She is a fucking whore and a slut and a bitchy arse." "Thanks for making me feel better Kira." She said sadly. "Don't worry," I said, "We can be single together." "Thank you Kira. You're the best." "I know," I said smugly.