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Chapter One: Pure Blood

Theia Gaunt sat grudgingly in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor at precisely too early in the morning. If it weren't for her bloody loyal father, who always insisted on being at these ridiculous meetings on time, she would be asleep at this very moment. Life, however, wasn't fair as it seemed to remind her on a daily basis and to be quite frank she was growing tired of it.

Instead of doing anything productive, as if there was really anything to do in the horrid place the Malfoys call a home- it was much too dark and cold for her liking- she just sat quietly with her back pin straight and arms folded across her chest.

This was how the ever infuriating wanker, Lucias Malfoy, found her. His mere presence goaded at her wearing patience.

"What exactly is it that you're staring at?" Theia snapped, a blonde curl falling into her eyes to which she quickly brushed away.

She watched as a smirk grew on Lucius' face. He always enjoyed getting a rise out of her, that tosser. They had known each other for the better part of their whole lives, and she still couldn't stand to be around him to this day. He was like a pesky fly: no matter how many times you shooed it away it would always come back.

"Is it a crime now to stare?" He asked her, mirth dancing in his stormy grey eyes. "I wasn't aware, my mistake." He laughed.

Theia rolled her eyes at the platinum blonde boy. "Is that really the best you've got?"

"Oh no Theia, love, I'm only getting started." He retorted. Within a blink he had strode over and plopped himself beside the annoyed girl.

"But really," he continued. "Would it kill you to smile at all? You always look as if you're ready to commit murder."

Theia scowled, "The thought has crossed my mind on countless occasions."

The Slytherin boy shrugged his shoulders and draped his arm on the sofa. "What do you think they're talking about?" He asked her, nodding towards the room where their parents had locked themselves into earlier.

She honestly hadn't a clue, nor did she really care. Knowing the mentality of death eaters it probably wasn't anything good so she didn't bother with the specifics. Truth be told her father wouldn't talk about it around her anyway. All of the meetings were strictly for those who bare his mark- Theia still hadn't received hers yet. She didn't want it either.

"What does it matter?" She muttered, not really in the mood to converse with the pretentious, pale faced boy.

"Well, I don't really know, I'm just curious really." Lucius answered.

"It's none of our business." Theia shot at him. "If they wanted us to know we would be a part of it."

She watched as Lucius's lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile, which it only did when he was hiding something. "I suppose you're correct, but don't tell me you've never wondered-"

"I haven't-"

"At all?"

Theia squeezed her eyes shut, she wasn't exactly chipper this morning and she got the feeling that if he continued she might do something to him the Dark Lord would approve of. "Look, Malfoy. Whatever this meeting is about, it's nothing good. You-Know-Who is gaining more followers by the day, that part is obvious, and to be quite blatant with you, I don't really care much for my father or his companions antics."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect such an answer out of Theia, he thought she would support the Dark Lord. "Is that so? What is it exactly that you're so against, I wonder." He started as he slid closer to her. "Perhaps you feel sorry for the mudbloods. I assure you Theia, that mentality will not get you so far."

Theia knew that Lucius was just trying to get under her skin but she wouldn't allow it. He knew better than to talk to her in such a way, especially since it would get her in a great deal of trouble.

"Quite the contrary, Malfoy, that's not what bothers me. However, I'd much rather be called a blood traitor than a murderer." She snapped.

Just as she finished, the doors to the dining room slammed open and out walked about a dozen or so death eaters, all of whom Theia knew- they were the parents of the kids she'd grown up with. This was the life she was born into.

She despised it.

"Theia, darling, I see you've caught up with my Lucius," Mrs. Malfoy greeted.

Theia inwardly cringed. If it weren't for Lucius's parents (and her own for that matter) constantly trying to set them up, she might actually like her. Lucius was four years her senior, and perhaps the most foul person she had ever met. She was glad Narcissa's parents were happy to accept the proposal because Theia wouldn't be able to marry him, she'd much rather get hit with hex's.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Malfoy, I was just telling him about how much I adore your new Madam Meuble sofa." Theia responded, earning a smirk from Lucius who she then elbowed in the ribs.

She heard him groan softly and smiled. That's what you get for being such a prat.

Mrs. Malfoy's smile widened at the compliment. "Isn't it just darling? I do agree that it was well worth the cost."

Theia nodded. "You have amazing taste." She assured. Although she though 'extravagant' was a more fitting word to describe the expensive piece of furniture, she didn't voice this.

Obviously satisfied with Theia's compliment, Mrs. Malfoy walked away, probably to go yell at the house elves for not cleaning the fireplace.

"Theia, darling, are you ready to go? We wouldn't want you to miss the train." Her father, Simon Gaunt, said as he walked up behind her.

She nodded and stood up from the couch, along with Lucius who shook her fathers hand.

"I didn't see you inside the meeting." Her father stated to the boy. Theia's eyes snapped at the spot where Lucius stood. The boy had a smug smirk on his face, one in which Theia wouldn't mind smacking off of him.

"Oh yes, I was just trying to recruit is all." Lucius told Theia's father.

She couldn't believe the nerve of him. He was talking to her as if he had no clue what the meeting was about, yet here he stood, talking about being a death eater. He must have been initiated, and she then wondered who else had been bestowed the dark mark. Theia's eyes wandered down to Lucius' left arm which was covered by the sleeve of his black suit.

"Well young Lucius, perhaps it will do you well to look elsewhere. Perhaps Regulus? Although Theia may be a bright and talented witch whom I am very proud of." Her father said, sternly. "I'd much rather her marry a servant of the Dark Lord than be one."

Theia glanced at her father whose jaw was set, she could tell he was tense. He didn't really care if his daughter knew about his actions but he never wanted her to be the one doing them either.

She didn't want anything to do with it, really. She honestly hoped she wouldn't have to marry any of those dreadful men.

Lucius nodded at the older man. "Of course, sir. I'm sure she'd make a much better wife than death eater." He quipped.

Theia, being the lady that she is, decided against castrating the irritating git. "Well, always a pleasure, Malfoy." She told him, not really meaning it. She didn't wait for him to reply, instead she walked towards the exit.

"It was so wonderful to see you, Theia. Do come more often and good luck on your studies." Mrs. Malfoy said before pulling Theia into a hug. Beside her stood Abraxas Malfoy, a man of few words, and a brooding personality. He wasn't a friendly fellow, but he did give Theia a simple nod goodbye.

"I will most certainly try, it was good to see you both as well." She responded.

As soon as her father had finished his farewells, they walked outside into the courtyard in between statues of gargoyles. Both father and daughter then apparated to Kings Cross station and walked into Platform 9 3/4.

Theia watched as many students bustled about, there parents chasing after them. It was exactly 10:30 and she had only thirty minutes before the train would leave.

She glanced at her father who looked rather intimidating in his suit. Usually it was Theia's mother who dropped her off to the station but for some reason her father insisted on bringing her today.

"Good luck, darling. I must be on my way." Her father said. He put his hands on his daughters shoulders and brought her into a quick hug. "I am so proud of you. You are everything I could have wished for in a daughter and I hope that you do well to remember that." He told her.

Theia felt her heart clench up. If only he knew that her best friend was Lily Evans, a muggle born, but perhaps the brightest witch in their year. A part of her knew that she was no better than Lily, even if she were from one of the best pure blood families in the wizarding world. Everyone bled the same anyhow.

But another part of her couldn't fight that it was wrong, but more than that, she couldn't fight back the awful feeling of letting her parents down. As much as she disagreed with their opinions, they were still her parents.

"Of course, father." She answered.

She watched as he nodded and took a few steps back before disapparating once more. Theia let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding before picking up her trunk and making her way on board.

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In Theia's compartment she sat with her two best friends, Lily Evans, and Marcie Everwood. Marcie was a brilliant half-blood witch in Ravenclaw. A know-it-all most of the time but one of the most loyal friends she could ever ask for.

"How was your summer?" Lily asked both girls.

Theia grimaced because all of her summers were terrible really. They were filled with nonsense balls and ugly, itchy dresses. Along with disgusting death eaters but Theia decided it best not to mention that.

"The usual." Theia admitted.

Lily quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything for her to elaborate. She knew better.

"Mine was just lovely, mum and dad took me to the Alps." Marcie announced.

"Really? How was it?" Lily questioned.

Marcie opened her mouth about to answer but was interrupted when the door to their compartment opened.

Theia watched as a grinning James Potter came into view, and behind him Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

"Hello Lily, love." James greeted, plopping himself between Theia and Lily.

Theia rolled her eyes and scooted over so that she wasn't squished. Leave it to James to practically fall into Lily's lap before they had even made it to the castle.

"Hello Toerag." Lily quipped. Theia and Marcie both smiling at their friend.

"Ok Prongs you've had your fun, let's go before the Slytherin curses us." Sirius stated from the door.

Theia glared at him. They had known each other their whole lives, and she liked to think they had gotten along but things changed once they got to Hogwarts and Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. It was a scandal that Walburga and Orion Black had never quite got over.

"Oh come off it, I swear your wit lacks more and more every year," Theia commented to the curly haired boy.

Sirius smirked at her, and if he weren't such a nuisance she might actually think he was good looking. He looked regal, much like her, it was a pureblood trait. His curly hair was ink black and stood out against his alabaster skin. His eyes were what girls fawned over she supposed. They were quite unique, stormy grey, much like a winter storm.

"Are you done checking me out?" Sirius spoke, causing Theia turn a deep shade of red.

She scowled. "You wish." She muttered.

"If you boys are done harassing my friends you can leave now." Marcie glared. She didn't much like the boys, they always managed to get under their skin and invade their personal space.

"Only if Lily here promises to go to Hogsmeade with me." James grinned, his hazel eyes filled with mischief.

"Never going to happen." Lily sung.

"Just one." Begged James.

"Oh for the love of Merlin," blurted Theia whose patience was at an all time low. "Your persistence would be almost admirable if it weren't so pathetic."

"Hey watch yourself." Sirius growled. Behind him Peter and Remus shuffled their feet, obviously uncomfortable with the argument.

"Just get your friend away from Lily and I won't even spare a glance in your direction." Theia commanded.

"Is that a promise?" Sirius continued.

Theia shot him a dazzling smile, and Sirius felt his heart beat faster. "If you want it to be."

The girls watched as Sirius forced James off of the seat and out of the compartment. They all sighed in relief.

"That boy has been after you since first year." Marcie commented.

Lily shrugged, and played with a lock of her red hair. "He's vile."

This was true. He and his friends made it their personal mission to pull ridiculous pranks and bully poor Severus Snape.

"You must admit, he is rather fit." Marcie told her.

Theia rolled her eyes at Marcie. "Looks aren't everything."

"Says the Slytherin beauty queen."

"Don't call me that."

"It's what everyone else call you-"

"Far from the point-"

"Just embrace it."

"No! It's a bloody disgusting nickname and quite frankly I don't appreciate you encourag-"

"ENOUGH!" Lily broke into the argument. "Goodness; you both argue like an old married couple."

"That's why we're friends." They chirped and all burst into a fit of laughter.

"So..." Lily grinned, and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small pin with Gryffindors signature colors and a large 'P' enameled into it.

Theia and Marcie both exchanged glances and grinned widely as well, reaching into their pockets pulling out similar items only different colors.

Lily squealed happily. "Does this mean we can all go sit together in the prefects meeting then?"

Both girls nodded and began to gather their things, heading in the direction of the prefects cabinet.

Thirty minutes passed before the train pulled up to Hogwarts. Theia was exceptionally happy, she always was when she came back to the school and away from her suffocating family. She only had to pretend in the Slytherin common room where their openness of ideals made her Ill but other than that she was free. Ever since Lucius and Bellatrix graduated she didn't have to worry much about sneaking around. None of the other Slytherins would dare approach her father who would have their head if they said anything against his daughter.

Lily, Marcie, and Theia hopped into the carriage, and unfortunately did not leave in time to avoid two of the infamous Marauders.

Theia watched Lily cringe when James and Sirius hopped in and took the seats across from them.

"Of all the carriages to take, you choose this one. What an honour." Lily muttered sarcastically.

James grinned at her. "Evan's this has been going on for far too long. When are you going to admit you're madly in love with me?"

Marcie snorted.

"Charming." Sirius shot at Marcie. Theia giggled at her friends lack of manners.

"I can't say considering I loathe your existence." Lily snapped. She huffed and pulled out a book, in hopes of completely ignoring James.

"You two just love to bother us." Theia noticed.

"I don't care for you really, I'm only here because James needs his right hand man." Sirius glared at her.

"How absolutely noble of you." Theia commented snidely. She was starting to have enough of Sirius Black.

"I guess you would know nothing of it with your murderous father." Sirius bellowed.

Lily and Marcie glared daggers at Sirius who had just crossed a thin line.

Theia huffed. "Leave my father out of this."

"Hit a nerve did I?"

"You don't know what you're talking about so I suggest you shut your mouth."

"I suppose the truth is just too hard to hear."

"What is wrong you?" Theia nearly shouted at the boy. She couldn't understand what had gotten into him, yes they hadn't gotten along since first year but be had never quite gone this far.

"Sirius, just leave her alone." James told his friend, obviously not happy with the set back his friend may have just caused him with Lily.

Sirius listened but the damage was done. Theia sat the rest of the ride quietly, holding back tears that threatened to fall. Was that how everyone saw her and her family? She wasn't sure how she felt about it because deep down she knew that every word he said was true. Her father was murdering innocent muggles because of some ridiculous beliefs, but the sins of the father are always past down.

Once inside the castle, James and Sirius left to go sit at the Gryffindor table, and Marcie left to sit with the rest of the Ravenclaws.

Lily stopped Theia before she could join her house at the feast.

"Are you alright?" Lily asked her best friend. She had known very little about Theia's family but she understood that it was for a reason, one in which Theia did not like to discuss.

"I'm fine." Theia said, Lily looked unconvinced.

"Honestly." She assured her worried friend.

"Okay, if you say so. Meet me at breakfast tomorrow and we'll compare time tables. Good luck." Lily told her friend before heading over to the Gryffindor table.

Theia sighed and walked to where the Slytherins were sat. She recognized all of them, and noticed the empty spot at the table where the newcomers would sit.

She decided to take a seat next to Regulus Black, Sirius' younger brother. He was a year younger, nice enough, and he wasn't so outspoken.

"Hello Regulus, it's good to see you." Theia greeted.

Regulus smiled and nodded back to her in greeting. "You as well, your summer was good I hope?"

"Oh it was wonderful." She lied.

Regulus could see right past her and a grin overtook his face. "The balls are always the worst part of summer. I detest all those atrocious dress robes mum forces me into."

Theia laughed, she knew exactly what he was going on about. "Try breathing in the gown they forced me to wear."

Regulus made a face. "Sounds awful."

Theia nodded in agreement, and turned her head in the direction of the first years who all stood nervously in the front.

She looked over at the Gryffindor table hoping to spot Lily and when she did she could have laughed. The poor girl was sitting right next to the Marauders, and she looked about ready to pull all her hair out.

"Be careful." Regulus said from beside her, noticing where her line of sight was. Theia hadn't expected this and nearly jumped out of her seat, she glanced at the boy who had a worried look in his eyes.

They looked identical to Sirius'.

"What do you mean?" Theia asked him.

"Hanging out with a muggle born." He whispered so only she could hear. "It's not safe right now, you should know why. All I'm saying is watch out for yourself, if word got back to your parents it wouldn't be good for you. But it would especially not be good for her."

Theia watched the boy who had just warned her, he was so young but she remembered earlier how her father had suggested him to Lucius. She felt a pang of fear for the boy but instead of showing this she simply nodded.

This was going to be a crazy year.

Author's Note

Hey guys! So this is the first chapter of my very first fanfic! I must admit, I'm not exactly the strongest writer but I am slowly but surely getting better. Let me know what you think, how are you liking it so far? This is a Maraduers Era story which I've liked recently so I think you will too! Also as a side note, I'm American so if the British slang and terminology seems off that's probably why. The only reason I'm writing in the British dialect is because I feel like it wouldn't do this justice. But let me know how I can approve and I'll post soon!