AN: New story I'm working on. As I update chapter one, I already have about 40 written, so I should update pretty often. Please give it a chance, no one gives my stories a chance.

Chapter 1

"Come on," my brother said as he came into my room. "Father wants us downstairs, like, now, for some family meeting."

"Why me?" I asked. "They don't like me."

He shrugged. "Just come on."

I took my time coming down the stairs, even though I knew Father would be angry at me for being so slow. Then again, if I'd come down quicker he'd have more time to yell and scrutinize me.

"Hurry up!" Father snapped when he saw me. I sat next to my brother. My mother was next to him, and my dad was pacing. "You do know who's coming to your school this year, yes?" he asked.

"Him?" I replied, pointing to my younger brother by two years. He would be coming to Hogwarts with me this year.

I regretted what I said immediately, because my father snapped, "Don't get smart with me, Rebecca! I was talking about…the boy."

Harry Potter, he meant. All of the Dark Lord's followers were afraid to get into the habit of calling him by his name. They were afraid that if the Dark Lord himself found out of this, he would murder them or torture them somehow.

"I want you to keep an eye on him," my father continued, pointing to my brother. He didn't need to, though. We all knew he wouldn't trust me with something so important.

"But father," my brother said, coming to my defense, "he'll probably be in Gryffindor. Wouldn't it make more sense for Bex—I mean Rebecca—to watch him?"

"An excellent point, son," my father agreed. I frowned. If I'd said that, I'd probably be smacked. Dad turned to me. "I trust you can keep your eye on him, despite being 2 years ahead and in none of his classes?"

I stared back blankly. Father had never trusted me with anything. When he started to look impatient, I nodded.

He stood straighter. "I should be expecting you to write me with anything you find useful, and remember not to get too distracted." He was always treating me like I was dumb. "Being put into Gryffindor was the worst thing you could do. But it was also the best. Now we have someone on the inside."

"But they know who she is," my mother protested. I was surprised she spoke up at all. "They'll notice if someone from our family is watching him."

"You'll just have to associate yourself with the right people," my father said to me. "Snape, for one—I hear he is fond of you as a student, or as much as he can be for a Gryffindor. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher also. I met him. He is…interesting, to say the least. And stay away from Dumbledore. He'll see through you right away, the arrogant old man."

I nodded to show I understood.

"Now, both of you go pack. We're leaving early tomorrow morning. I have a few stops to make on the way."

We nodded and I tried not to seem too eager to leave. I let me brother go out first, then I followed him to out bedrooms right next to each other. Once there, I put a silence spell on the door and kicked my suitcase, cussing out everyone who made my life hell. My father never accepted me as a child. He thought I was too kind and caring. I'll show him. When school goes back, I'll watch Harry Potter right from the start. He won't get away from my sight. My father will see how helpful I can be, and he'll treat me like part of the family.

Well, maybe not. My father was never happy with anything I did, and he certainly wasn't happy I had been put into Gryffindor. But I wasn't a Gryffindor. I was a Slytherin, like the rest of my family.

I shoved my robes into my trunk, as well as my schoolbooks. Then I opened the secret compartment in the trunk where I kept my phone and iPod. Father didn't know I had these muggle devices. He'd kill me if he did. I made sure the silence spell was in lace—my parents didn't care if my brother or I used magic outside school—and then put my iPod on speaker and listened to the muggle music I had on my iPod. I was listening to a muggle band called Nickelback. They were good, despite popular belief.

I finished packing and put my iPod away, then brought my trunk to my father so he could check it. He always checked it. He didn't trust me. He dug through the pile of clothes and books, then, deeming it all clear, he said, "Clean this up! And watched to make sure I didn't put anything else in it.

I had never done anything to make my dad not trust me. I acted like the perfect muggle hating, death eater daughter. I did what I was told for the first ten years of my life, but it was never enough. The only thing I did to make him proud was being accepted into Hogwarts, and that was ruined when I was put into Gryffindor. My father was ready to disown me, but I assured him that now I could spy from the inside. No one would suspect a Gryffindor.

So he kept me as a spy, and I lost ay trust I might have had. Now he thinks I'm conspiring against him and no amount of secrets I told him convinced him otherwise. But I'd show him.

"Eat your dinner. The rest of us are going out," my father said. He never took me anywhere on the chance someone recognized me as a Gryffindor. It was all about image for my father. They left and I had the mansion to myself.

It was seven o'clock, and I had our house elf make me dinner. I ate and went back to my room. My family wouldn't be back until ten or eleven, I knew. I went to my room to practice my magic. The Trace didn't work on us because we lived with our parents who used magic. Our parents didn't care if we used it, so this is what I did. I always practiced magic. They didn't care, padded to the fact that my dad worked in the ministry and they didn't give a damn helped a bit.

I fell asleep that night at around 10:30 my family still wasn't home yet, but I knew they'd get home soon. I drifted off a dreamed of the boy who had stolen my heart….

The nest morning my father woke me up early. We left the mansion at 8 even though the train didn't leave until 11. My father made quite a few stops, but I had no idea what he was doing. Finally, we made it to the train station and went through the barrier and at precisely 11, the train started moving and I, Rebecca "Bex" Malfoy, was on my way to Hogwarts once again.