A/N: Erm, this is my first fanfic that I have officially put up. It is Draco/OC, as that's what I prefer. All I can really say is: enjoy.
Oh and there may be spelling mistakes, it hasn't been thoroughly edited. Also, I'm going off of the films as my parents won't buy me the books. Sadly. Yeah, so it is from the films. Enjoy! :)
A Different Fate - Chapter 1
Sherralyn P-O-V
I sat silently in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express, dreading my sixth year at Hogwarts. Sixth year was going to be a terrible year. Why? Many reasons.
It meant spending another year with Snape as a teacher and patrolling corridors with Draco Malfoy as prefect.
I was in Slytherin house – or more specifically – an outcast in Slytherin house, and was hated by Slytherins.
Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had driven off Umbridge last year, to who knows where, which meant that we were in for a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hopefully, this person wasn't as cruel as Umbridge with her stupid quill.
Everyone knew Voldemort was back after the whole thing at the Ministry of Magic last year.
Bellatrix Lestrange killed Sirius Black.
I was Harry Potter's twin sister, getting me unwanted attention. I was never one to be in the centre of the spotlight.
'Hey, you girl, get out!' The voice of the person I despised the most came from the doorway of the compartment. I turned round to face him.
'Oh look, if it isn't Pothead's sister. Why aren't you sitting with mudblood Granger and Weaselbee?' Draco Malfoy asked, smirking his infamous smirk, leaning lazily against the doorframe.
'I could ask you a similar question, Ferret. Why aren't you with your stupid cronies and that leech that's almost always stuck to your face?' I asked, raising an eyebrow.
'I needed some time alone.' He muttered, glaring at me.
'So did I.' I answered honestly, 'especially after...' I trailed off, confusing myself as to why I would even think about telling Malfoy about why I needed time alone. It was pretty obvious anyway: the death of Sirius Black had struck Harry and me quite hard. I still wasn't over it, but I managed to not let it show.
'Especially after what?' Malfoy asked, an angry red creeping into his ghostly pale cheeks.
'Especially after – after what happened at the ministry last year.' I said, not being able to control myself, although I'm not quite sure why I couldn't.
Answering the question was not a good idea. Malfoy pushed me against a wall, his wand pointed at my throat.
'It's because of you that my father is in Azkaban.' He hissed, eyes narrowed and face red with anger.
'Because of me?' I scoffed. 'And are you just going to be oblivious to the doings of your father? It's because of your father's leader that I have no parents. It's because of your father, that one of my best friends was possessed by Voldemort. It's because of you and your father that Buckbeak almost got executed and Hagrid almost had an emotional breakdown. It's because of your father's sister-in-law that my brother lost his godfather and I lost my uncle. Your Deatheater father deserved what he got.' I spat, as his wand poked deeper into my neck.
'Don't. Say. A. Word. About. My. Father.' He hissed, narrowing his eyes even more, so that there was absolutely no white visible.
'Why? Are you proud of him? Going to follow in daddy's footsteps?' I asked, raising my eyebrows. By this point, Malfoy's face was deep red and he was shaking with anger. Had it not been for the fact that I was only an inch shorter than he was, I would have cowered away in fear.
Suddenly I was lifted a couple centimetres into the air. 'What do you know?' Malfoy asked as he gripped my neck with his hand, his wand stowed back into his robes. His voice was dangerously low and his eyes resembled closely to Voldemort's.
'I know many things, Malfoy. More than you. Lets see... I know that you're a conceited, good-for-nothing jerk. You're also a git.' At this, his fingers tightened and I started coughing. 'I also know that you're killing someone by closing off their air supply.' I choked out. Malfoy dropped me and I slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. He gave me a glare, before turning around and walking out of the compartment.
What the bloody hell was that?
Draco P-O-V
I walked to a table at which Pansy and Blaise were sitting.
'Hello Drakie,' Pansy cooed as Blaise snorted. She instantly clung onto my arm and I was reminded of Potter's words. '...that leech that's almost always stuck to your face...' I smirked as I shook off Pansy's hands.
Potter. I'd just put my mission to a bad start by almost killing her. Good going. How was I going to do what I was supposed to now? I sighed and rested my head against my hands, thinking back to the events of the summer.
'Come here, Draco.' I walked over to the snakelike man as he pierced my eyes with his own red slits. 'Give me your arm.' Wordlessly, I stuck out my left arm. He grabbed it and then took his wand and touched it lightly to the pale, sweaty flesh.
'Morsemordre.' He said. A flash of blinding pain shot through my arm as an image of a snake protruding through the mouth of a skull planted itself onto my skin. I now had the Dark Mark. I was now a Deatheater.
'Very good Draco. Now, I have two important tasks for you. One, I need you to kill Dumbledore for me. It's up to you how to do it, but it needs to be done, understand?' I nodded. 'Good. And now the second task.'
'It seems to me that I have been paying too much attention to Harry Potter. I've tried several times to capture him and kill him, and have been unsuccessful. But I hear that he is very protective of his sister, Sherralyn, is he not?' Again, I nodded. 'Draco, I need you to bring her to me. Pretend to like her. Pretend to fall in love with her. Bring her to me. And make sure that you don't actually end up loving her. Understand?' I nodded for a third time and then he let me leave.
I went up to my room and stared out the window. He wanted me to fall in love – no, pretend to fall in love – with that piece of filth. She wasn't ugly, no. Heck, she was prettier than most of the girls who fell for me, and that was saying a lot. But she was Potter's sister. And she hung out with mudbloods and bloodtraitors alike. How could I even pretend to like her?'
'Draco. Draco!' I looked up to see Pansy shaking me awake. 'We're here.' I nodded and got up. I was about to leave until I saw something move on the top shelf through the corner of my eye.
'You guys leave, I'll join you in a moment.' I said. Blaise and Pansy nodded before heading off.
I waited 'till everyone was off the train. Then I turned to the spot where I saw the movement. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you to it was not nice to eavesdrop, Potter?' I sneered. Before he could do anything, I pointed my wand at him and yelled 'Petricficus Totalus!' Potter fell to the ground with a loud thump, his invisibility cloak only half covering him.'
'Oh yeah, she was dead before you could even wipe the drool off your chin!' I sneered, before stamping my foot on his nose and then recovering him with his invisibility cloak.
'Enjoy your trip back to London.' I smirked, grabbed my bag, and then walked out of the train.