My father watched the train move with disgust written all over his face. Or was it the blinding sun? Or was it really disgust? I slowly poked my head out the slided window and watched my father becoming smaller as the train was slowly moving away from the station. I was beginning to regret begging my mother to let me come. My father caught my eye and he forced a smile. I knew what he was thinking, I could read through his lies. I was the first out of the family to be a witch. I was excited when I had other special abilities other than being a vampire.

Jealously filled my body as I saw the crying mothers and fathers waving to their children frantically not wanting to let them out of their sight. My parents never would and never did that. I felt pain behind my eyes as I wanted to cry but being a vampire it is painful when blood streaks down from your eyes. I was still looking out of the window when everyone else got into compartments, unable to see their family, I still could and my family was looking straight back at me. My father then whispered something to me.

"Be safe."

I slumped back into my chair. Knowing my father that probably meant a lot of things. I knew what the most important thing he meant was, to try and not reveal what I was. To distract myself I took my wand out of my suitcase and stroked the fine wooded outer shell. The wand maker said this wand had once belonged to a very famous Slytherin witch. Then, I had no idea what Slytherin meant, only it had something to do with serpents.

I watched as trees and lakes flew past my green emerald eyes. I really wanted to know what this school would be like. Over the 11 years I have lived, I have always been taught traditions of the vampire life and the human life, because well, we needed to study them in order to get their blood, we never have studied the life of witches and wizards. We knew of their existence. I have never been to school either, never mind a wizarding school.

I was thank-ful for being in an empty compartment I was able to lie down and sleep. If there was a pin drop it could disturb a vampire's slumber very easily well when you are like me. I'm not old enough to own a coffin yet and I was obviously not going to have one till the end of my wizard schooling, given it would be scary and suspicious if there was a coffin's where the wizards sleep. I got my self comfortable on my back staring up at the little light on the ceiling before closing my eyes.

I yelped when I my body surged to the floor. I lifted my head and looked around me. I saw what I had expected, no one. I pushed myself up using the window sill for support. I looked out the window and saw it was dark and the train was starting to slow. I stood up on my feet and peaked my head around the door. I saw people down the corridor wearing what looked to be their school uniform. I stepped back inside rubbing my eyes and pulled my suitcase on the seat. I locked the door and shut the curtains on the window and the door and changed into the uniform.

I fell into the wall as the train came to another halt. I heard distant footsteps outside the train. I looked out the window and saw a huge man walking with an oil lantern in his hand. He was calling first years. I scrambled to get my things in my case and out the door. I fell into a few of the students. While all our bodies were pressed together I could smell them strongly. Particularly the boy in front. I stepped on the backs of his feet and when I did he turned around.

"Watch where you are going!" He yelled.

His breath lingered around my face. I felt my newly formed canines dig into my bottom lip. I put my finger to them discreetly and gasped when they were there full length. What was I going to do? I managed to get out of the train and away from the boy. All of the small ones including me went up to the huge man with the oil lantern. My little case was taken out of my hand and a man whisked it away with other men who I presumed were going up to the castle to sort about everyones belongings

"Hello Hagrit!"

I raised one of my eye brows as I had heard one of the boys at the front declare Hagrit's name as if they were old friends. Seems odd.

"Right follow me!"

He smiled at the young boy before turning around motioning for us for us to follow. I lingered behind I couldn't stand the smell of the blood filling my nostrils. This was one of the reasons my father hadn't want me to come here. He was worried about my self control, which was currently slipping as I felt my canines growing again. I stopped walking when I saw Hagrit, the giant gathering students in groups and sent them off floating off to a looming welcoming castle across the black water.

My lips curled up into a smile as I saw it.

"C'mon!" Hagrit motioned for me to get into a boat with 3 others.

Hagrit held his arm out for support and I stumbled into the boat nearly falling into the others. They ignored my little stumble and I sat down on one of the wooden planks and the boat floated away from the dock. I held my breath as my mother had told me to do if things got unbearable. I looked at the water beneath us and concentrated on the black depth and the sparkling of it from the lights of boats, the moon and the shadow of the castle. We reached the other side. Hagrit was on land before any of us had reached the end. He helped all the students on the damp and cold grass. Our boat was last and I shivered when the forest in the distance swayed with the soft wind.

I lagged behind again when we walked into the back entrance of the castle. Gasps came from anyone when the warmth hit us in the face and when they saw the high ceiling above us. I already felt at home here. It was warm and cosy. Hagrit said that we were to walk up the steps and that he had to be somewhere else. Nervously we all trudged up the staircases. I looked up at the face of a very stern woman at the top of the stair case. She wore a wiches hat, a green cloak and was drumming her fingers on the railing holding a scroll of paper. She introduced herself and listed out the expectations of the school and the privileges. She then explained about the sorting and the values of the houses.

She went away for a moment. All was silent when a familiar voice broke the silence.

"So it's true then. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Gasps and whispering voices followed his sentence, me, myself was confused. Who was Harry Potter and why was he so well known? The blonde boy I had met while walking out of the train emerged through the crowd of student. He stood in-front of a black haired boy.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Malfoy. It rang an alarming bell. A red haired boy who stood next to the black haired boy tried to stifle a laugh and Draco's head whipped around to glare at him.

"Think my name is funny do you? Well no need to ask for yours.-" He eyed the red head up and down. " Red hair and a hand-me-down robe... You must be a Weasley" He spat his name out like poison.

I realised that the boy in front of Draco must of been Harry Potter. Draco muttered something else. He held his hand out to Harry who looked down on it with a dull expression, he wasn't impressed.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort out for myself thanks."

Draco was angry and was going to retort something back when the Professor came back and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

"We are ready for you now. Follow me." She turned around on her heal.

The two double doors that were above the steps opened automatically. More gasps where uttered as the hall was amazing. Crammed with students surrounded with their human food. We walked straight down the middle. On girl with curly hair, near the front rambled on about studying and the amazing life like ceiling. The professor explained how you are sorted into houses. Draco Malfoy was called up. While awaiting my turn I was begging to be a Ravenclaw or a Griffindor. The talking hat barely touched his hair before declaring that he was Slytherin.

"Amethyst Manning." My name was called.

I slowly walked up to the little stool. I breathed slowly as the clapping and cheering came to an end and the hat was placed on my head. The hat mused. The tension in the air was thick.

"You are...are... a.."

I closed my eyes tightly the anticipation tormenting me.

"SLYTHERIN!"

No... I didn't want to be... I want to be a Ravenclaw or a Griffindor. I walked to the Slytherin table with my head down. I knew from the way these people talked at the table and the way the stared at me that I didn't belong in this house. Did the hat only put me in here because of my species? Well not all vampires are sinister. Would I grow up to be?

2 Years later

I said my good-byes to Hagrit. Although I never liked him that much he was the one responsible for collecting my food. I closed the door and walked over to Buckbeak. She bobbed her head slightly. I smiled and put my hand on her beck allowing me to stroke her. I felt my eyes sting again, no I couldn't cry, not now. I was aware of Malfoy and his followers waiting up the hill. If I was to cry my red tears, secrets would be spread and knowing Malfoy, he would know what to say and do. I felt sympathy for Hagrit, he was going to loose his dearest pet. I kissed the bird between the eyes before running up the hill. Strangely Malfoy smirked and winked at me as I passed. I passed Potter and the other two and then the show began.

"YOU FOUL LOATHSOME LITTLE COCKROACH!" Granger held her wand in Malfoy's face.

I knew as a fellow Slytherin I should go over and defend him but I hated him as well. I couldn't wait for the day to come when I could bend over his weak and old body and suck the blood out of him, enjoying the blood I had craved for decades. I stood behind the tree watching the little conflict down below. My mouth turned upwards in a smirk. Malfoy swore loudly as he put his hand over his nose. Hermione took a step back and Malfoy ran up the hill towards my hiding spot. His followers lagging behind. My breathing quickened and my smirk faded as his scent was tickling my nose. I hid more behind the tree and put my back to it as they passed behind me, muttering curses and death threats as the did. When they were back at Hogwarts the show was over.

I slowly ambled back up to the castle myself as the sun was creeping past grey clouds giving me a creeping head ache. Over the years my existence in Hogwarts has been kept a secret. After been sent to Albus Dumbledors office during my first week at the school he informed me that the secret would be kept between him and my subject teachers. As well my father treated me like his angel because seeing what magic could do and how powerful I had become he became immensely proud of my success.

I walked into the common room. The heat made my skin turn a healthier shade. I sat on the rug in front of the fire. I closed my eyes and leaned into it, smelling the burning wood.

"One little push and you would be dead..."

I smiled as his voice was now different given he had a purple nose.

"I dare you Malfoy." I mused.

I opened my eyes and turned to see him sitting on the green leather couch behind me. He shrugged. I crossed my legs turning away from the fire and opened my book. The pages had turned to a dark yellow colour with age and the corners were ripped and damaged. My eyes scanned the words, having read the book so many times before. I wish Malfoy would leave, my eyes narrowed and I bit my lip to take my mind off the glorious smell of him. My mind wandered away from Romeo's life to the burning fact that this was the first time Malfoy uttered more than one word to me. As far as I know, he didn't even know my name. Did he?

"Why do you read that rubbish?" He spat.

Again. Talking to me. When he didn't know my name. My eyes looked up from the book to his questioning face. If it wasn't for is obnoxious nose he would've looked almost sincere.

"I like it."

I stopped myself from adding, It's a classic. In early days it was a classic, now it was just a very well known story. Why do vampires still have to act like they are still living in the 18th century? When I was little I vowed never to wear the corsets my Aunt bought me or even act remotely like my parents, but now as I'm growing, I'm finding corsets more comfortable than modern day clothes.

"Why do you like it?"

He was still talking to me. Why was he still talking to me? After all this time he is choosing now when I'm trying to read my favourite book.

"Because, it's about forbidden love and how they lived that long ago. It's very different and that is why its interesting and that is why I like it."

When he never answered my head bobbed back down and I carried on reading.

"Is that it?"

By the tone of his voice I could tell he wasn't impressed and when I looked up his raised eye brow confirmed it. Anyway why would I think he would be impressed? This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about here.

"What is it to you?" I answered.

My voice was sharper than I had intended it to be. Do not interrupt me while I'm reading, it drives me mad. Knowing I was going to get quizzed I stormed off into the girls dorms. Hopefully he would get the message and never talk to me again. It made me uneasy. Well it was either that or his wonderful blood smell. His heart called out for me to stop the soothing rhythm that pumped the rich blood around his body. I moaned as I flopped on the bed wanting his blood badly and knowing it could never be. The blood they supplied for me here wasn't at all fresh, it was revolting. In fact if it wasn't for the fact that I would die unpleasantly without it then I wouldn't drink it.

"You look angry." Madison lifted her head off her pillow.

Her eyes were red with tears. I knew why. Her mother was dead. She died a few days ago. Even so, she wasn't blind to other people's pain around her.

"Just focus on your own life right now Madison." I said.

She sniffed and buried her head back into her pillow. I knew I sounded mean but it was what the poor girl needed. You have got to be cruel to be kind. There was still a few hours till dinner would be ready and I really could just lie here and stare at these four walls. I picked up my book from the floor and went down the stairs to the library. After 3 years of being here I still haven't found the answers I have been looking for. Nearly everyday since that sorting hat declared to the school I was destined to be a Slytherin, I discovered the wondrous school library I had researched the founders of Hogwarts.

Never could I find out why I was a Slytherin.

On my way out of the common room I found myself face to face with the "Foul loathsome cockroach" myself. I tried to step past him but he stepped back in my way. I sighed.

"What do you want?" I croaked.

He shrugged and I was aware of eyes burning into my head. I never paid attention to what he said, I was too engrossed in how his Adam's apple moved in his throat while he talked. And my eyes sometimes flickered down to a pulsing vein that begged to be pierced. I subconsciously licked my lips, getting aroused.

"Amethyst?" He questioned.

Quickly I looked back up to his face. Then something struck me as odd. He said my name. My name rolled off his tongue. He actually knew my name. I could feel excitement in the pit of my stomach at the thought.

"You-your eyes...What's wrong?" He stuttered.

Draco Malfoy never stuttered. I studied hard on his eyes, a trick all vampires have, I saw In the small reflection that was being cast off in his grey eyes I saw my now orange orbs staring back at me. Skittish and shocked I pushed him away from me and onto a couple on the sofa and out the door, ignoring the threats and the astonished stares that followed me.