Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, so I'm not sure what to expect exactly. Of course, these aren't my characters, they're owned by JK Rowling. This is just me making up my own story. Here goes...


He walks quietly down the stairs feeling the cold stone under his feet. It's been awhile since he's had a good sleep. He walks out the door and strides towards the fountain. Tomorrow is the first day of school and he couldn't be more excited. Not about his classes, no, but he couldn't wait to get away from home. The pressure was getting to him.

He flips the tiny badge into the air and catches it while he stares at the velvet black sky. He had made prefect. Most likely, he was recommended because it definitely not because of his grades. He smirks at the thought of being a prefect. He'll get to boss the students around.

I wonder who the other prefects are? Surely that stupid potter and that mudblood.

He grimaces and the badge hits the fountain, breaking his train of thoughts. He bends down and runs his hands across the plush grass, searching for the badge but wasn't able to find it.

Oh well, I'll have the house elves find it.

He walks back in and summons all the house elves to go look for his badge in the garden around the fountain.

"Yes master"

He climbs back into bed and looks out the wall to floor window. The sun should be coming up in a few hours. He closes his eyes and hopes to get a little sleep in.


She grabs her headphones and hits play on her CD player. They're fighting again. They think she doesn't know but she does. She turns the volume up loud to drown them out and tries to focus reading through her textbook again.

Halfway through reading her textbook, she yanks off her headphones and groans. She couldn't concentrate between the CD player blaring in her ears and with the arguing downstairs. She opens her trunks and goes through her stuff again. She had already packed everything a few days ago. She was more than excited to go back to school, and more importantly, to get away from the fighting. Her clothes were all crisply ironed and folded and she triple checks her books and supplies.

"Crookshanks!" She cries as her cat jumps from her bed onto her clothes. Now she would have to iron her clothes again.

"You're excited to go back to school too aren't you?" She strokes her cat who jumps out from her under hand and sits in front of the door. She opens the door to let her cat out.

Did she hear right? Surely she didn't. She carefully opens her bedroom door wider, afraid to hear what she thought she heard and holds her breath. She holds back a gasp and closes her door. She did hear them right. She tiptoes back to her bed and curls up under her covers. Tomorrow couldn't come faster for her.