Okay, so obviously this varies somewhat from the actual novel. And Fred probably won't be too important of a character, but he's still my favourite, so expect him to show up at some point. Also, I'm giving you all TRIGGER WARNINGS right now that there is abuse, self-harm, and thoughts and possibly attempts of suicide in this story. If those are any triggers of yours, I advise you to read on at your own risk.
Prologue
Returning for my sixth year at Hogwarts was going to be the worst year yet. Not only because of torture of Potter always being around me, but because of the tasks he had given me for this year. I was expected not only to kill Dumbledore but to painfully torture Harry simply for his entertainment. I would rather kill my family than hurt Harry at all. Unbeknownst to him, or anyone else for that matter, he was the only reason I made it through fifth year. Last year had been terrible, what with his return, and thus my father's return to darkness. I still had painful burns all along my back from when I spoke badly of him a month ago. It had been Harry's birthday, and I had said, "You know, he's obviously not all powerful if he was beaten by a one year old, than again by that baby at eleven, then again when he was twelve, then again when he was fourteen." I had suffered for it, but I just let myself go numb when it happened, so I wouldn't cry, but I considered it my birthday present to Harry.
Boarding the train quickly as to get away from my parents as soon as possible, I made a path to make sure Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't see me, at least not at first. I made my way to the prefects meeting, groaning internally when I saw Weasley and Granger there. It's not that I disliked them, it's just that I got insanely jealous whenever I saw them, even though I knew they had a thing for each other. Ignoring everything said the entire meeting, I eventually made my way through the train, walking back and forth a few times, before it got too painful to walk. I entered my compartment, finding, Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, already waiting there for me. I sat awkwardly, grimacing.
At one point, Blaise went to go meet with Slughorn, the new Potions teacher. When he returned a while later, the door stuck, then flung open, knocking Blaise onto Goyle. Though everyone else was distracted, I watched closely and saw Potter's shoe disappear into the luggage rack. When the train arrived at Hogwarts, I sent a waiting Pansy ahead of me.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I called, and Potter himself fell clumsily onto the ground, his precious cloak tucked under him, his frozen eyes an array of terror
Attempting a sneer, I said, "Figured it was you, Potter. Now, I really do not want to have to do this, but trust me when I say that it's for your safety." I bent down by his ear, then whispered, "I'm doing this so that I don't have to hurt you worse." I stood up, raised my foot, and then stamped hard on his nose. I heard a sickening crack, and I turned and puked in the corner of the compartment before placing his invisibility cloak safely over him, like a blanket of security, that would probably end up becoming a blanket of death. I stepped over him, walking out of the compartment with silent tears streaming down my face. I paused in the doorway, looking back at him, wishing I could lift him and carry him to safety. Instead, I composed myself before stepping off the train and joining my friends. Ignoring Goyle when he tried to question me, we made our way inside.
Sorry, I know that kind of sucked, but I have six pages and that was the most logical place I had to stop it where it wasn't really awkward. I would love your feedback and criticism, even if it's bad, so please leave a comment!