For Loony-1995!
Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing related to Harry Potter except the plot.
I ran through the door, my head darting side to side. As the door stopped spinning around I stumbled through an un-marked door. Hoping that there were no death-eaters. I wasn't really afraid of them; I quite liked the idea of killing mud-bloods and the filth from this world. Look at Granger, thinking she's a know-it-all when all the information she has are from a few spell books.
I snorted. She didn't know a single thing about a pure-blood's world. Like we weren't really poor. Mum and Dad spent their money on the stuff that you really need and not pointless toys. All of our money is in trust funds, which we can use when we're seventeen. Ever wondered how Bill's in Egypt and Charlie's in Romania? Mum and Dad give most of their money to charity. Sponsoring pure-blooded children who are orphans.
The only reason I hate Draco Malfoy is that he's betrothed to Ginny. As a brother you've gotta hate him, right? People think Ginny has a little school-girl crush on Harry. She hasn't. As we're closer in age she tells me more stuff, like; when Ginny was looking at Harry then shut the door it was because she wanted to see how someone could be pure and filthy at the same time, as he's a half-blood you know?
She shut the door because she was afraid she was going to get infected by him. Sometimes she nearly kills me with laughter at the things she says and when she's day-dreaming it's not of Potter but of Malfoy. You gotta admit that aristocrats look better than anyone.
I was shook out of my thinking by a voice, "Aw! Look! We wittle Weasley! All by hi sself! Where's mummy? She left you?" It was Bellatrix. Only she could have that trademark baby voice. I knew Bellatrix wouldn't kill me. Our family, we wouldn't dare be blood-traitors. Disgust to the pure-blood society. We're just under-cover.
R&R this is a one-shot for Lonny-1995.