So, you're all probably thinking, oh god, not this ho again. She probably got grounded. Again. Well, you're wrong haha I've been traipsing around Washington D.C. with La Familia! So if you're in the area and you see a girl with ridiculous blood red hair, its me!

Anyway… Full story summary:

No one understands, probably because they don't care. They're under more pressure then anyone would ever admit. Their whole lives, they've been told what to think, how to feel, and who to hate. They were never given a choice. They didn't ask to be born into darkness. So, please, give them the chance they deserve. They've all got one thing on their mind. Freedom. And they'll stop the whole world to get it.

Pansy Parkinson:

"Hurry up, girl! Could you be any damn slower?" Darius Parkinson snapped harshly at his only child. He didn't particularly care for the girl; she was simply a way of consummating his marriage to a decent Pureblood woman. It was only chance that Cleo had become pregnant. There were benefits, however. Like having someone to secure more wealth through marriage and of course, a servant to offer to the Dark Lord. And Pansy was just what they had wanted. Ruthless and cruel, she had never showed affection towards he and his wife, which was just fine to them. They had no interest in playing house. They were devoted to the Dark Lord and his almighty cause. And so Pansy would be. His daughter was due to receive the mark at Halloween, along with the children from other prominent families, including the young Malfoy heir…

Pansy Parkinson examined herself closely in the floor-length mirror. Her black hair hung loosely around her shoulders, a slight wave giving it body. Her sharp blood eyes caught every detail, from her too small nose, to her perfectly formed body. To the outside observer, she was what every pureblooded girl should be. Beautiful. Cold. Uncaring. Strong.

But on the inside she was a maelstrom of torn emotions. Sadness. Anger. Pain. Loss. Fear.

She didn't want to take the Dark Mark, didn't understand why her parents served the filthy Half-Blood. Oh, yes, she knew exactly what the Dark Lord truly was. She had learned long ago. Of course, she would never tell her parents any of this. The one time she had questioned the Dark Lord's blood status; her father had nearly beaten the life from fragile body. She was indeed very fragile. Both in body and mind. Years of physical and mental torture, along with the stress of being a Pureblood, had weakened her mind and body. And yet, she was still the perfect actress.

Her full lips curved up at this. No one saw through the façade of bitchy, ice cold, pureblooded bitch. That was just fine with her. She didn't need people. They were a nuisance, merely getting in her way. In truth, she may seem like she valued her image, but she did not. Whatever you saw of her and whatever you chose to make of it didn't worry her. As long as she got what she wanted in the end.

The current path she was on would not give her what she truly desired. Pansy didn't worry. To get what she wanted, what she needed, she'd do anything. She'd stop the whole world if need be.

Stalking out of her room, she brushed past her father. He eyed her appearance and said nothing.

"Well?" She asked, knowing what his answer would be. 'Well nothing' she thought.

"Well, nothing. Get your fat arse moving, or I'll crucio you till you have to crawl to the damn station." He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and all but dragged her through the house, only releasing her when they reached the floo where her mother waited. Pansy glared at him, but said nothing. There really wasn't a point.

Astoria Greengrass:

Astoria ignored the pounding on the door. She took no notice of her sister's shrill shouts. To be honest, they could blast the door to bits and she really would not give a damn. She wasn't ready. Looking in the mirror, she could clearly see how young she was. Just 15 compared to her sister's 17. But they were both scheduled to receive the mark at the same time. A girl her age's eyes should hold the mischievous spark of innocent fun, but her eyes were cold and flat. Unfeeling. Like every other fucking pureblood girl's eyes. And yet, they were the only unique thing about Astoria. Everyone in her family, the Greengrasses, had the same dark brown hair, the same light, sun kissed skin, high cheekbones, and brown eyes. Except for Astoria. Her eyes were green. People used to say they were the brightest eyes anyone had ever seen. Now they showed nothing.

Slowly, she headed towards the door and opened it a crack, just small enough for her to fit her skinny body through. Another unfortunate Greengrass trait, she was of medium height and very skinny. Her ass was practically non-existent in her opinion.

"Its about damn time!" Daphne shrieked the second she emerged, "Let's go! The elves have already taken our things to the station, we just need to floo in now."

'They're not coming, are they?" Astoria asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Of course not! Our Lord has entrusted them with an important mission and they must carry it out. You would do well to become used to it, we'll both be getting the mark in October. Though I don't understand why they'd give it to a child like you. You're pretty much worthless in a fight!" She held up her arm and examined the place where the Dark Mark would soon be. "Its bare, I can't wait to have my mark so that the Dark Lord will know my true loyalty. I will be rewarded for my service, I'm sure of it."

"Slytherin's balls, Daph! You're another Bellatrix in the making!" Astoria knew it was a mistake the second she said it. Daphne stopped and turned to her.

"You listen here, Tori, Bellatrix is bloody brilliant, you here me? She has the Dark Lord's love and loyalty, a marvelous and rewarding feat. You owe her your respect. Now stop saying such things before you get yourself killed." Daphne didn't wait for a response. She was down the hall and in the fireplace before she could respond.

"Oh, please, would you? I'm so sick of this shit." She muttered, following her sister through to the station. It would be okay, eventually. She'd make it okay. Nothing would stop her. The whole world could fight against her and she'd kick its ass.

Blaise Zabini:

Blaise watched his mother, the famous Black Widow, admire herself in the mirror. There was no denying she was beautiful. Her body was perfect, with curves in all the right places and flawless facial features. Her black hair and matching cold, black eyes gave her a harsh and yet seductive look. She wore all black, of course, which suited her.

"I think you're forgetting the red hourglass, or does that not come in until the second date?" He snapped, drawing Celeste Zabini's attention away from her reflection.

"Oh, Blaise dear, you don't really believe those awful things people say about me?" Her eyes were wide and innocent, but he knew this game. It was one that seven other men had fallen prey to. She lured you in with her good looks and sob story, then she murdered you in cold blood and took your money. She was such a sweet woman. "I'd never hurt you, my darling. Seven wonderful, loving husbands and somehow I only managed to have one child. Thank goodness it was you."

Bullshit. She absolutely loved to hurt him. Just two months ago, she had been dumped by her fiancée and had thrown a fit. After throwing curse after curse at him, she ordered him to clean up the mess and left on a three-week vacation. He also knew why she'd only had one son. His mother had never wanted children; just wealth and sex. When the Dark Lord came along and offered exactly that to a pureblooded ladies like herself, she jumped at the chance. There was only one problem. She needed an heir. So she skipped the anti-pregnancy charm and screwed her second husband. As soon as she knew for sure that she was pregnant, she killed him.

"Can we just go to the station? I'd really like to get there in time to actually, I don't know, board the train!" He snarled, sick of her lies. Always playing games, she was. Her latest entertainment? Offering up her only son to the Dark Lords service. He would receive that damned mark in October and then his life would be out of his hands, forever devoted to a twisted cause he didn't believe in. Perfect.

But he was Blaise Zabini, Italian sweet-talker and Prince of Slytherin, along with his best mates, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. They had a plan. A plan that would bring the whole damn Dark Lord worshipping world to its knees and to hell with anyone who tried to stop them.

Theodore Nott:

Theo walked carefully across Platform nine and three-quarters, tuning out all the heartfelt, sappy goodbyes. Dodging a giggling group of fifth years, he boarded the train and found an empty compartment. Sighing, he leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, trying not to think about how he had left his family.

Blaise and Draco were going to be pissed. They'd had a plan. There defection was all set up so that none of them ever had to bear that foul mark. Unfortunately, he had been forced to act faster then what had originally been planned. The whole situation had really been insane. His father had carefully explained to him the dangers he would face at Hogwarts his year. Manipulation, lies, and people who risk everything to destroy his allegiance to the Dark Lord. He had to be on his guard at all time so that he wouldn't fall for their tricks. His father started hitting him right around the time when Theo had reminded him that lies and deception were his forte, not everyone on the light sides. Where once, a beating would have made him submit and agree completely with what his father had said, it now pushed him over the edge. He stunned his father and flooed right to the Ministry, explaining the whole thing.

What had shocked him was when Dumbledore had stepped in. He didn't know if it had been an odd coincidence, or just pure luck that the old wizard had been there on the same day as Theo's defection. It wasn't defection per se, but more of an announcement of neutrality. He had also secured his trust fund, ensuring that he had a decent fortune.

On the Light Side, he was now considered a respectable person. Though he hadn't joined their side and decided to fight with them, he had refused to be their enemy. One less person for them to worry about was a huge bonus.

On the Dark Side, he was probably officially branded as a traitor. That was just fine with him. He didn't want to deal with that shit anyway. Of course, there was the little problem of an army of dark wizards wanting to kill him, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. For now he was headed to the safest place anyone could be at a time like this. He also had other things to worry about. Like Blaise and Draco. They had to make their allegiance known soon, too. They had planned to do it together, but circumstances hadn't allowed for it.

Everything would be okay. It had to be.

Draco Malfoy:

Draco stood next to his mother, quietly allowing her to fuss over him. Narcissa Malfoy was a wreck these days.

"Now, you have everything? Books, clothes, broom, and owl?" She asked him, blue eyes wide. She always had an air of bewilderment about her now, like she couldn't quite believe everything that happened.

"Yes Mum, I've got it all." He sighed. He loved his mother very much and he worried about what would happen to her when he was gone. His father, Lucius, was too caught up in the Dark Lord's pathetic schemes to see that Narcissa was slowly falling apart. "Its time for me to get on the train."

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "So it is. And look there's Ms. Parkinson and her father!" Draco looked over to where Pansy stood, glaring defiantly at her father as he whispered something to her, a hard gleam in his eyes. To the outside observer, she looked strong and seemed to be holding her own against the cruel bastard, but he knew Pansy. She was reaching her breaking point. "Why don't we go say hi?"

Draco started at his mother's suggestion. No, she was entirely too fragile to face Darius Parkinson. "It looks like a pretty important conversation. I think it would be best not to interfere. Oh! I left my broom polishing kit at home! I'll need it first thing when I get to Hogwarts. Could you apparate home and owl it to me? That way it will reach me by morning?" Truthfully, he had left his spare kit at home for exactly this reason. He was always worried that he would find himself in a situation that his mother could absolutely, under no circumstances, handle.

"Of course! Goodbye, Draco. I shall miss you greatly." She hugged him and pecked him lightly on the cheek before apparating out. The second she was gone; he strode over to Pansy and her father.

"How was your summer, Parkinson?" She looked up at him with startled blue eyes and he could see her fear clearly. She had been ready to break.

"Oh, it was just lovely!" She told him in a voice that oozed sarcasm. Darius eyed him suspiciously,

"And what of yours, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Well, sir, as much as I would love to tell you all about it, the train leaves in a few minutes and we really need to board it." He grabbed Pansy's hand; "I would be honored if you would allow me to escort your daughter onto the train."

This seemed to cause Mr. Parkinson to become oddly pleased. "Yes, that would be wonderful. In fact, I was wondering if maybe, as a loyal supporter to our good Lord, you would look after Pansy this year?" He requested in a hushed tone. "I fear she may be vulnerable to… corruption… this year."

Ah, so that was it. The argument was about whom Pansy was loyal to. Well, Draco could tell you. Most Slytherin's in his year were seriously devoted to the 'cause' or wanted nothing to do with it. Pansy obviously wanted to avoid it.

"Of course I will, come along Pansy." He tugged gently on her arm. "Wouldn't want to miss the train, now would we? Adieu, Mr. Parkinson." The man simply nodded in response, giving his daughter a cold smile. Pansy shivered.

Once they were aboard the train, he pulled her along, checking compartment after compartment until he found Theo sitting alone. He shoved her inside.

"Christ, Pans! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He yelled at her.

"Its not my fucking fault the man is a complete nut! He wants me to receive the Mark, Draco! What the hell am I supposed to do? Just sit there and take it?" She screamed, her alight with fury.

"Yes! Are you a Slytherin or not? You sit there, hold your tongue, and make a plan! You don't tell him how you really feel and hope for the best! That's a Hufflepuff mindset!" Draco was seething. He knew it wasn't her fault, she'd been stuck in a horrible position since she was born, just like every other Pureblood of their generation. But he had been worried sick about her. He didn't put killing his own daughter past Darius Parkinson.

"Will both of you just shut the hell up?" Theo roared, glaring at them both.

"Oh, like you're any better, Nott?" Draco snarled, "You defected! You've been branded a traitor. Do you know how many people would love to torture you to death right now?"

"Oh, I imagine a large amount of people would. Including you." Theo fixed him with a knowing stare, "Don't pretend to be all self-righteous. We both know you're only pissed because you wanted me at your side when we announced our neutrality. Well, I didn't have a choice." Theo pulled out his wand and muttered a quick spell. Ghastly yellow and brown bruises covered his entire body. He had taken a rough beating.

"Oh, Theo!" Pansy stepped towards in, but froze after a second, reconsidering. She really didn't know what she had intended to do. All she knew was that she didn't like seeing him in so much pain.

"Oh, now you people care." He said bitterly, replacing the concealment charm. He sat down, gesturing for them to do so as well. They had finally begun a civilized conversation about their next move when Granger, of all people, burst in.

"Malfoy! You know Astoria and Daphne? Greengrass, right?" He nodded.

"What of them?" He barely stopped himself from adding 'mudblood' to the end of the question.

"They're having it out four compartments down! Something about Voldemort and a defection!" She didn't even flinch when she said the Dark Lord's name. "You're Head Boy, aren't you? Get down here and help me!"

"What, the big, bad Head Girl can't handle a couple of fighting Slytherins?" Pansy smirked, "I'll go. I know what its about. Tori will need back up. And Daphne has to listen to me."

"Oh, and why is that, Parkinson?" Granger was seething. The girl was such a conceited bitch. One mention of her incompetence and she was ready to rip your throat out.

"Hello, I'm the Slytherin Queen, kinda like you're Gryffindor's very own virgin princess." She smiled sweetly and brushed past Granger, who stomped out after her. Theo and Draco followed.

Outside of the compartment, the loud screams and curses could be heard.

Daphne had Astoria cornered, with Crabbe, Goyle, and Bulstrode behind her, ready to back her up. It was really pathetic how Daphne needed help to fight her own sister, but then Astoria wasn't alone. Blaise Zabini stood at her side, blocking hex after hex as Astoria hurled curses back for all she was worth.

"You're both nothing but a bunch of blood traitors!" Daphne screeched. Her audience, a bunch of lower level Slytherins, laughed at this. When Blaise failed to block the slicing hex sent at Astoria, they laughed harder. Tori screamed, placing her small hand over the bleeding gash. Pansy had had enough.

"Protego! Bombarda!" As soon as she had Blaise and Astoria protected, she sent Daphne's group flying. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I decide which girls are blood traitors in Slytherin house, not you! Now fuck off! And take your pathetic cronies with you."

Hermione Granger was astounded by the level of loyalty some of the Slytherins were showing. Malfoy, Zabini, and Nott provided a perimeter with the girls behind them as Parkinson attended to the youngest Greengrass's wounds. Pansy had acted like she had come to defend her title, but it was obvious the second Daphne left that she had come to protect Astoria. They all had.

"Oi! Granger! There's no reason for you to still be here." Malfoy said venomously, "Leave. Now."

"I don't take orders from the likes of you!" She said, just as coolly as he had.

"Obviously not, but you're supposed to be the smartest witch in our year. Do you really think we want you gawking at us? Get lost!" Hermione flushed crimson and hurriedly left the Sytherins to care for their own.