Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling owns it.
"Did you hear about the latest attack?"
"Another muggle born."
"Anyone notice Slytherin has been safe?"
"Well yeah, as if Slytherin house has any muggle borns."
'You're wrong.' I thought as I made my way to the common room.
Who am I? My name's Aria. I'm in my second year at Hogwarts. I was surprised when my letter showed up hand delivered my Professor McGonagall on my eleventh birthday. Even more so when I was sorted into Slytherin. Why?
Because I'm a muggle born. My secret from the rest of the school.
I knew right from the get go to keep my blood status under the radar. My house was very prejudice especially the more noble of the students, such as Draco Malfoy. It's because of Draco that I knew that muggle borns aren't welcomed so easily into the green and silver bannered house.
How ironic that I got into a house named after a man who believed people like me don't deserve magic or to learn.
I managed to fool everyone into thinking I was half blood, no one suspected a thing. I had a good feeling what would happen if they knew. I'd be shunned; my things would go 'mysteriously missing'; I'd be called names. Very horrible names.
Mudblood. Dirty blood. Magic stealer.
If I have dirty blood, then how did I get in? I wanted to ask. I had to have gotten it from somewhere in the family tree.
"Watch it mudblood!"
I glanced over to see a group of seventh year Slytherins bullying a first year Hufflepuff while knocking his books all over the floor. Quietly, I strolled over to the poor boy and scooped up the books.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked my upper housemates, handing the books back. "Is this really worth your time?"
Sneering one last time at the black and yellow clad student, the older students disappeared down the corridor.
"Thanks." The Hufflepuff muttered.
"Yeah, no problem," I said back, turning to go to the common room. I really wanted to go to bed and read.
The fact that every student who has been attacked by a mysterious monster have been muggle born has put me on edge. Two Gryffindor students, a Ravenclaw, and a Hufflepuff, all muggle borns; all turned into lifeless statues very much like victims of Medusa from Greek mythology.
No one can know I'm muggle born. No one.
'You'll be okay, Aria,' I told myself. 'No one has found out yet. Just have to make it to graduation and no one will ever know.'
Stopping to fix my hair in a mirror, I noticed something unusual. No one else was around; it was eerily quiet too. Everyone else must be in the common rooms or the library or outside.
Ssss…
I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking my imagination was playing tricks on me. I turned back to the mirror to fix my fly away hair.
Ssss…
Something caught my eye in the mirror; two large yellow eyes. Attached to the eyes was a long scaly body. The monster!
As I felt myself turning into stone I had one thought.
My secret is out. Now everyone will know.
A/N: Yep, I'm back, sorta. My laptop isn't working so I write when I can.