– Mistress Mine –
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Chapter One
The war plaguing the worlds – not just magical, but the muggle world also, was at its height. Parents had clamoured for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to remain open – that was the only barrier between their children and The Dark Lord, the only place where they could learn to survive. Not a day went by where you did not hear of some "atrocity" that decimated lives to pieces – for even the survivors remained a hollow shell after their loved ones were gone.
Yet, you smiled to yourself when you read those articles in The Daily Prophet, with your practiced look of cool collection remaining as a painted clay mask upon your face. You did not react with shock – you reacted with pride. Pride for your older brother, having proved his worth to the world, managing to retain his life in the process.
Now in your sixth year, you have only one more year to wait until the Zabini family name will be splashed across the papers once more. You glance down the Slytherin table, seeking out your younger sister. She beams back at you – her own pride for Blaise evident. You stand up, leaving your breakfast unfinished, receiving stares as you stride confidently out of the Great Hall. The Hufflepuffs move out of your way, not wanting to snub you, but not wanting to become associated with such a violent character either. Some of the more worthy Ravenclaws nod in acknowledgement to you – some of them ignore your presence. The Gryffindors scowl and gasp at you and your famed audacity – you smirk back. You receive cheers and applause, some of the older Slytherins clapping you on your shoulder as you continue your Walk of Fame.
You stride out through the Great Hall doors, the applause still ringing in your ears.
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Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter; this is purely for the entertainment of myself and others, yet no money is being made in the process.