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There is so much I need to get off my mind right now- school grades, political views, and discriminating people. I'm pretty sure I passed, barely, on my report card, but I'll just have to wait to find out more on that. Political views- Dumbledore or Voldemort? Both are horrible in their own disgusting ways. Discrimination- what the heck is wrong with some people? How does your blood status affect anything? I don't think it does, and I'm a pureblood.
I flipped off my warm bed covers. After pulling on my sneakers, I softly walked to the door, making sure not to wake any of the slumbering Slytherins. The common rooms were deserted. Not a single person, or ghost, wandered- but then again, it was nearly three in the morning.
Outside, the air was comfortingly cool. It was the last night I would spend here at school, which meant summer weather was just creeping around the corner. Silently, I ran to my favorite spot- the spot I usually went to when I needed to clear my mind. The spot in question was located conveniently next to the shadows of the forest, but under the light of the crescent moon. It had a perfect view of the beautiful lake. I call this spot, 'My Thinking Spot.'
So here I am, sitting on a blanket of soft grass. Leaning my head on the tree behind me, I subconsciously ran my fingers across the rough bark until I felt my initials, which I had carved onto the soft wood- how many years ago?
I believe it was on the first day of school. Everything had gone perfect that day. Yes, even when I had stupidly decided to go sneaking about by myself. I had just finished carving my name on the tree with my pocket knife when I nearly got caught by Filch. Scared out of my wits, I sprinted the whole way back to the Common Rooms without stopping once. I must've run a mile that day. By the time I collapsed on my bed, I was panting so hard I didn't even notice the weird stares I got from other people. When I did notice however, I snapped at them to mind their own business.
I smiled at my innocence back then, when nothing seemed to penetrate my annoyingly huge bubble of happiness. Actually, now that I think about it… I'm lying to myself. Sure, I had that bubble, but it got popped the day I met Draco Malfoy. Damn, he's the most arrogant, idiotic person I know. That boy was just so eager to pop my joy bubble the moment he laid eyes on me. Just thinking about him makes me want to destroy something. So, I got up squished a nearby mushroom, using my imagination to make that mushroom turn into Draco's tiny, retarded brain.
That was a bad move. Now there's mushroom guts all of the grass. So much for clearing my mind. Well, it was worth a try.
The lake was exceptionally beautiful tonight. The moon cast its uplifting glow onto the waters, which rippled from the movement of the mysterious creatures from below. A perfect, cool wind blew across my face as I inhaled deeply. Calm…
The long, 8 hour train ride was finally over. "I'll miss you Callie." I hugged my friend.
"Me too." Callie sniffed, wiping a tear daintily with a pale finger.
"I'm not going to die, or something. I'll see you after summer. At Hogwarts." I unwillingly patted her back softly. Then, I retracted my hand quickly, wiping her contagious stupidity off on the seat next to me.
Callie looked down guiltily. "But the thing is… I'm not going back to Hogwarts."
I blinked, completely convinced that my ears had betrayed me. "What?"
"I'm going to France. My parents decided we needed to stay in touch with our other family members more. They also thought it be more safe for us." Callie whispered.
"What?" I asked again.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier." Callie finally looked up.
"Yeah, you better be. So you're just going to leave me all by myself this summer?"
"Oh, I did say I'm sorry, did I?" Callie held my hands tightly.
"Well, consider giving me a little warning next time!" I twisted my hands away from hers angrily.
"I knew I never should've told you this. I should've just sent you a letter when I got to France instead." Callie stood up angrily.
"Yeah, maybe you should've. But I really don't care any more. Go live out you're pathetic life in France with you're retarded family." I stood up angrily, facing Callie.
"Charlotte! It's not my fault my cousin was born like that! But I love him. I bet you don't even know what that is. You've never loved. You've never even been loved. But I can see why, you sour-ass." Callie yelled. She swung open the compartment door angrily.
"Look who's talking, slut!" I boomed after her. Callie stopped for a second, and then broke into a sprint down the hall.
Her mud colored hair swished madly as she ran, crying no doubt. I've never like it when she cried. The next day, it would make her eyes red, completely destroying her blue eyes. It also made me have to comfort her, which was something I hated doing. Watching her go, I realized what a terrible mistake I made. But it really didn't mater anymore. We would never see each other ever again. I was happy to start new, without that desperate girl that followed me like a love-sick puppy dog.
I shook my head silently and ran my fingers through my auburn colored hair. No one really liked that girl anyways.
"Oh, how terrible, Johnson. You lost the friend you never really had." Came a voice from behind me. I turned around, preparing to punch something.
"Shut up, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to babysit you." I hissed.
"Tsk, tsk Charlotte Johnson." Draco smirked.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Ever heard of karma?" I asked angrily, strutting towards to exit of the train. "Because one day, it'll all come rushing towards you and smacking you right on your ugly, little ferret face."
"Very funny. I don't believe in those stupid Muggle beliefs. I'm not an idiot, Johnson."
"Really?" I rolled my eyes. "Of course you're not." I turned around, getting more and more irritated. "Now can you please leave me alone?"
"Do you think I actually enjoy talking with you, Johnson?" Draco hissed. Flanked at Draco's sides, were Goyle and Crabbe, the blundering idiots who followed him around, cracked their knuckles while snickering.
"Yes, yes whatever." I sighed, getting weary of the train. Without a goodbye or wishing him a good summer, I turned and exited the train. Outside, I first grabbed my trunk, and then looked around for my parents.
Immediately, my eyes darted to the big clock at 9 ¾. It was where they usually stood waiting for me. That's when I found the familiar pair of thick auburn hair. "Mom, Dad!" I called out.
"Charlotte!" My mother exclaimed, laughed and smiled warmly, then opened her arms for me to run to them. I was preparing to run to her, bury my face into her warm hair, and smell that perfume she always wore. But then, I realized it was simply my over-active imagination. My mother was nothing like that.
Reality rushed back to me. Mother's smile vanished completely, and her arms folded down to her sides. She stood straighter and her laughter disappeared. The wrinkles on her face seemed to magnify it, and show how she had aged since I last saw her.
Mother was a beauty. Too bad I didn't inherit her beauty. She had thick, healthy auburn hair. Her eyes were glittering blue, outlined with sharp black, making the blue stand out even more. She was tall (5'9 to be exact) with a confident posture and milky white skin. Not a single blemish or any other skin disorder dotted her perfect face. However, her face was stern and stuck in the permanent scowl.
Father was quiet handsome as well- though he could never match up to mothers. But he was rich, so that made up all that lacked. He came from a reeking rich family, and inherited half of the family fortune- since he was favorited out of his brother and two sisters. With the same light auburn hair that mother and I have, he had bright green eyes as well. I've inherited those- though I've always wished I had Mother's blue eyes. His hair was combed back. Father was tall as well- I believe 6'2.
As I got closer, I realized they were in a deep conversation with another long haired blonde open. Oh wait, it was Lucius Malfoy. What an easy mistake. I've never really met him nor seen him before, but following Draco's appearance, it was easy to tell with the white blonde hair and glaring grey eyes. It was my first year at Hogwarts as a 6th year.
"Oh yes, and this is the... child, I suppose?" Lucius studied me intently. Finally, his eyes stopped roving and focused on my eyes. "Charlotte Johnson." He nearly spat at me.
"Yes, I'm Charlotte Johnson." I said, standing up straighter. "And you are?" That was probably the stupidest question to ask him. Anyone who knew who Draco was at Hogwarts, which was basically everyone, knew it was his father. It's quiet obvious.
"Lucius Malfoy." He extended a slender hand.
I shook his hand, expecting the strong and firm shake. "You're Draco's father."
"Indeed I am." Lucius turned back to my parents.
"Everything is arranged, I hope." My father, Michael, questioned with a raised eyebrow at Lucius.
"Of course it is."
"What's going on?" I asked. Something is definitely off.
"You're staying with the Malfoys for the summer." My mother, Cristina, said.
"What?" I shrieked, stepping backwards.
"Respect, girl." Father hissed. "Mr. Malfoy is extremely kind to take you in for the summer. He understands the business we do." Lucius stood up straighter.
"That ruins all my plans for the summer!" I exclaimed. "Can I at least go back to America for one day?"
"No. You're staying in London with the Malfoys." Father commanded with authority. I sighed angrily, but I knew my father. With that tone, nothing could get past.
"Fine." I hissed, angrily crossing my arms and glared at my peeling black trunk..
"Draco," Lucius greeted his son. Sure enough, a miniature of Lucius, different only by the hair length, was walking over eyeing me carefully.
"Father." Draco said. "Why is-"
"Charlotte is staying with us for the summer."
"What?" Draco yelled.
"It is all arranged, son."
"Why?" Draco whispered.
"Business." My father scowled, hissing in a death tone. Even Draco got that no one disobeys my father. Muttering under his breath, Draco nodded jerkily, glancing at me with loathing- hatred beyond human emotions. I glared right back while digging my nails unconsciously into my trunk. This would be a long summer.