DISCLAIMER: I don't Precious-I mean Harry Potter...yeah.

Pansy and I came down for breakfast. We saw the two envelopes on the dining room table and ran for them. I was almost to the table when Pansy pushed me down. "Get off the floor." Mother commanded as she came into the dining room. Her hair was dark like Pansy's but curly like mine. She had a scrunched up nose, but her long face balanced it out making mother an average looking woman. "Graceless child." she muttered as I got up off the floor. I glared at Pansy and she smiled; we both knew I couldn't tell Mother she'd pushed me. Mother would tell me I must have provoked her and tell Father, then Father would whip me. I grabbed my envelope off the table. Pansy had already opened hers and was reading off the school supplies to Mother.

Dear Ms. Parkinson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Finally.

Later that day I was in my room playing by myself. My raggedy pink stuffed rabbit and a white shoe lace-I was pretending it was a snake-were talking out their marriage problems, but then Sam, the snake, admitted to being a secret death eater and Mr. Dog, the rabbit, admitted to being a filthy mudblood. So they had to have a to duel to the death now. Mr. Dog threw spell after spell at Sam, but then out of no where-I stopped what I was doing and listened carefully. I heard footsteps and snickering coming from the stairwell so I quickly got up and threw Mr. Dog in the bathroom cupboard before pulling a random book from the wardrobe. I ran but there was no time to make it to my desk so I sat in the floor where I stood. The door opened. "She's sitting in the floor." Daphne Greengrass giggled quietly. "What a weirdo." Draco sneered. I stared at the book in my lap hoping they'd go away.

I felt a boot kick my leg, but I still didn't look up. "Their talking to you twit." Pansy said in annoyance. I said nothing. Pansy grabbed the book out of my lap. "Piss off." I snapped as I stood up to face her. Pansy smacked my head with the hard cover book. I looked at the floor through my shoulder length curls and felt my bloody lip with my tongue. I smirked and looked at Draco. "I still look prettier then Pansy, don't I?" I asked him. Draco glared at me, but didn't argue. "That's a nice book." Daphne giggled with a smirk. I heard the sound of ripping paper. "No!" I yelled snatching the book from Pansy. She screamed and fell to the floor, but I didn't care. "What happened?" Father demanded as he rushed to the doorway.

Pansy was crying by this point. I opened my mouth to explain, but Pansy beat me to it. "S-she hit me with her book." she cried. "That's a lie!" I yelled though I knew doing so would only get me in more trouble. "Why is she crying on the floor if you didn't hit her?" Father demanded. "Because she's lying." I said though I knew he wouldn't believe me. Father turned to Daphne and Draco. "You two saw what happened?" he asked. They nodded. "Then tell me." he said. "We came upstairs because we wanted to play with Iris." Draco lied smoothly. "But she was reading and told us to 'Piss off'. Pansy took Iris' book and tore some pages out, then Iris took the book back from Pansy and smacked her with it. Twice." he said.

"How do you explain my bloody lip?" I asked Draco. "What bloody lip?" he asked seriously. I felt my lip with my tongue again and realize that it had healed magically. "My study, now." Father demanded. I set my book down on the floor and reluctantly left Pansy and her friends alone in my room. They smiled as the watched me leave.

I laid in bed crying. My back ached terribly, but it wasn't bleeding so I knew the painful bruises and welts would heal within a week. "Pathetic child crying alone." I heard our House Elf muttering in the corridor. "Shut up, Fern." I told at her. "An embarrassment to Fern's masters, that child." Fern grumbled loudly. Child. That child. Twit. Weirdo. Why do I even bother having a name? I got out of bed and closed my bedroom door in the elf's face. I wiped my eyes before picking up the torn and wrinkled pages of my book. It was a story called The Hippogriff Girl; it's a story about a squib girl who ran away from her abusive family and found a home with a herd of Hippogriffs. I paced the pages back in the book where they belonged. I opened the wardrobe to put the book back and found Mr. Dog hanging by the shoelace. I screamed in horror before pulling her down and slamming the wardrobe shut.

I sat in the bathtub wishing I was brave enough to run away like the girl in my book, but every time I thought about it I got angry and scared. I am Iris Parkinson. This is my house too and I have every right to be here, but I'm just-I'm just so scared. My feelings weren't making any sense and I'd started crying again without realizing it. I wiped my eyes and hugged my stuffed rabbit before getting out of the tub and going downstairs for dinner. I knew that Fern wouldn't call me down to eat and that Father would whip me for being late. Five lashes for being late to dinner isn't much, but I didn't want it added to my previous lashes.

I passed Fern in the kitchen and tripped when she snapped her fingers. "That child is awfully foul." she said with a smile. I got up and continued to the dinning room without a word. I knew my light brown curls and blue-green eyes were ugly, but I also knew Pansy was slightly uglier with mother's nose and father's face shape. But sometimes I wondered if that was true, because, unlike me, Pansy had friends. I sat across the table from my twin sister. "Did your friends go home?" I asked. "Only because they couldn't stand the sound of you crying." she said bitterly. I was surprised but slightly pleased that my crying upset them. "I hate you." Pansy muttered. I hate you too, I thought.

A week later mother took us shopping for school supplies. Pansy told mother that she didn't want me around while she picked out her wand, so mother sent me to Madam Malkin's to wait for them. "How can I help you Molly?" someone asked as I walked in. The short ginger woman replied as I wandered around the store. "Watch out!" someone shouted and I turned to the voice. A bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans just barely missed my head before crashing to the ground and bursting open. "Oh you two-" the ginger woman started before stopping herself. "Clean this up this instant!" she yelled.

Two identical ginger boys got down on their knees and started picking up every every flavored bean off the floor. After deciding I had nothing better to do I got down on my knees and helped. "What're you doing?" one of them asks curiously. I didn't answer. "Maybe she's deaf." the other laughed. I looked up at him with a glare. "Or maybe not." he added. "What's your name?" the other asked. "I'm not aloud to talk to the Weasleys." I told them. "Is it that obvious we're Weasleys?" asked the one that continued to ask questions. I nodded. "Since you already talked to us by telling us you're not aloud to talk to us you might as well continue talking to us." the one that laughed at me said. "Are you going to Hogwarts?" the other asked. I nodded. "Are you excited?" the other asked. I shrugged and they gave me confused looks.

"I don't think I'll get into the right house." I admitted. "And I don't know if I want to." I added. They didn't ask me what house I meant, and I didn't tell them. They told me about Albus Dumbledore and a few other professors, but more importantly I learned their names were Fred and George and that I liked talking to these Weasley boys. We'd almost finished picking up the beans when mother and Pansy came in and saw me. Mothers face face contorted into rage and disgust. "Poppy Parkinson." Molly greeted reluctantly. Mother looked up at her. "Mrs. Weasel-e." Mother sneered. Fred and George stood up. "Hello Mrs. Pankingson." George greeted pleasantly. "Parkinson." Mother snapped. "No, I'm pretty sure it's Parkingson." Fred told her kindly. Pansy's face was turning as red as the twin boys' hair, but Mother was trying to look calm. "Come child." she told me before leaving the store. I followed her reluctantly. "Bye Iris." George called. I managed to smile and wave at him despite know what punishment I was in for.

As soon as we got home mother slapped me across the face, saying I tarnished our family name by talking to the Weasleys. "Why, why'd you do it?" she demanded. I looked her straight in the eye. "Because they were nice." I said honestly. So few people have ever been nice to me. "Nice? Nice?! You don't deserve nice you horrid horrid girl!" she yelled before locking me in Father's study. I pulled his whipping belt out of the bottom drawer of his desk and sat waiting for him to get home. Hours later I heard him downstairs and waited for Mother to explain why I needed to be punished. He didn't burst through the door like I expected, but instead came in quietly and calmly. "I've realized that, while at Hogwarts, you might forget to live by my rules." he said as he crossed the room to me. "You might forget, for example, that the Weasleys are blood traitors, and that you are not to associate with them." he said as he reached where I sat. I handed him the belt silently. "So I've decided that, before every term starts, I've remind you to make sure that this will never happen again." he explained. I nodded weakly.

"To the wall." he instructed.

I stood with my back under the shower head letting the freezing water numb it. I stared at the pink blood circling the draining. I wanted to disappear down the drain too. "Less than a month." I whispered. "Hogwarts starts in less than a month." I said. I can't disappear if I want to learn magic. I smiled slightly. "Once I get to Hogwarts and learn magic, no one will dare hurt me." I promised myself.

I'd stolen some of Pansy's allowance and bought a book of counter-curses with it when Mother wasn't looking. She waited till yesterday to take me back to in Diagon Alley to pick up my robes and wand. I knew stealing from Pansy was wrong, but I haven't been trusted with an allowance since I was seven. Despite still having a sore back from the Weasley incident I decided the benefits of buying the book out weighed the punishment. I sat in on the Hogwarts Express alone knowing that as I was learning counter-curses Pansy was somewhere learning hexes from someone.

I heard yelling from the isle, but tried to ignore it. The yelling got louder as the people ran close to my compartment. "You're out of shape Oliver!" one voice shouted. "Not fit to be Captain!" a similar voice shouted. "Oliver they're goading you!" a girls voice yelled in annoyance. Two laughing people noisily tumbled into my compartment, but I ignored their presence. "Hey, Iris." one said and I felt my blood run cold as I looked up. They sat across from me. "Your mom doesn't like us much, does she?" one laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair though it fell right back in place. "She doesn't? I thought she liked us." the other said sarcastically. "Well, she didn't like you George." Fred laughed. I stared at them in horror. "What the matter?" George asked when he saw my face.

I gulped fearing what would happen if Father found out I said a word to them. "Are you okay?" George asked worriedly. Fred's expression hardened. "How can I be okay while breathing the same air as you two?" I asked and regretted it, but what was done was done. I don't know what horrified me more: how much I sounded like Pansy or how easily it rolled off my tongue. The hurt look on George's face made me want to look way, but I didn't. Fred stood up without a word and George followed him.

I sat alone once again and returned to my reading. By the time the train stopped I'd memorized eight of the spells I thought would useful. I put the book in my trunk before leaving the train. The platform was noisy and filled with excited energy, and for the first time I was truly anxious about my sorting. The first years followed the giant man to the boats. I ended up sharing a boat with a bushy haired girl and a skinny boy with round glasses. I looked around and saw that Pansy was sharing a boat with Daphne and Draco was sharing a boat with no one I knew.

When we got out of the boat I stayed toward the middle of the crowd since Pansy was near the back and Draco was at the every front. I didn't worry about Daphne she was a weakling and relied on the other two to protect her from their victims. A woman, who introduced herself as Professor Mcgonagall, she briefly explained the houses and the house cup. She walked away to see if they were ready for us to come in. I was taller then most when standing on my tip toes and I did so when I heard Draco talking. I saw something go down between Draco and the skinny boy with round glasses, but I couldn't hear what.

Mcgonagall called us in. I waited patiently for my name to be call for the sorting hat, but in the mean time I listened to names I knew being sorted into their houses. Lavender Brown: Gryffindor. Vincent Crabbe: Slytherin. Gregory Goyle: Slytherin. Daphne Greengrass: Slytherin. Neville Longbottom: Gryffindor. Isobel MacDougal: Ravenclaw. Ernie Macmillan: Hufflepuff. Draco Malfoy: Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson: Slytherin. "Iris Parkinson." Mcgonagall called. I stepped up to the stool and let Mcgonagall put the sorting hat on my head. "Hm, brave, very brave." the hat's voice mumbled in my head. I knew where that meant the Sorting Hat would put me. "But you don't want that." the hat said. I looked at the Gryffindor table. I was afraid of what my father would do if I wasn't placed in Slytherin. "Interesting." it said. I wondered what it thought was so interesting. "It seems you truly fear being fearless." it told me. "Gryffindor!" it shouted out loud.

The Slytherin tabled booed while the Gryffindors cheered. I looked over and saw Pansy was one of the people booing me. Sitting at the Gryffindor table I listened to the rest of the sorting. The Great Hall burst into whispers and quiet conversations when Harry Potter's name was called. Looking up I saw it was the skinny boy with glasses. So that's the famous Harry Potter. "I didn't think he'd look like that." I heard a Weasley twin say. "What'd you think he'd look like then, George?" Fred asked. "I don't know, guess I thought he'd look more heroic." George replied. "Looks like the face of a hero to me." Fred replied. They were mocking the terrified expression Harry Potter was sporting. If that's how they treat people then I'm glad I shooed them off earlier.

At the end of the night I found out I was rooming with Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and Hermione Granger. Parvati was a half-blood with an identical twin in Ravenclaw, while Hermione was a muggleborn. I sat on the side of my bed watching them unpack their trunks. "Aren't you going to unpack?" asked Parvati. "I did." I told her. I'd already unpacked Mr. Dog and the three books I'd brought. "Cute stuffed animal." Lavender said and Parvati suppressed a giggle. I nodded and got ready for bed without comment.

It took me a week to realize I might never have friends at Hogwarts, because if I was friends with half-bloods, muggleborns or blood traitors Pansy would rat me out to Mother and Father. So that left the pure-bloods, but the Weasley twins had told the older kids in Gryffindor that I'm a pure-blood supremacist. I still tried to be friends with Lavender, but we have nothing in common plus I hate the way her and Parvati tease Hermione. Neville said he'd be my friend if I made Pansy stop bullying him, but that's impossible. I even tried Isobel, but she thinks me and Pansy are bad influences.

It was Saturday. I was exploring the castle when I had the dire need to use the lavatory. The closest one was haunted but so was the rest of the castle, so I went in. "What do you want?" a distressed, bitter voice asked. "I want to go pee." I told it before doing my business. I went to the sinks to wash my hands, and when I looked in the mirror I saw the ghost of a girl behind me. "What's your name?" I asked. "Myrtle." she replied. I remembered hearing Lavender taking about the ghost called Moaning Myrtle. "Do you have any friends Myrtle?" I asked. She glared at me. "I don't need your pity." she sneered. "I don't pity you." I said honestly. Suddenly she was right infront of me. "Come to tease me, then?" she asked. "No. No, I just-Well, I don't have any friends." I told her. She looked extremely surprised. "You want to be my friend?" she asked. I knew she was annoying and self-pitying, but still I nodded.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading through the chapter, if your interested in the second one it should be up in about a week or maybe sooner. There's gonna be a huge time skip. (I'm talking a few years.) This was a little background on the character before the story picks up.

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