No one understands what it's like to be a slytherin. When your sorted into slytherin its not a choice, its just how things turn out. Its never our faults. We all get the reputation of being evil and hateful just because of the house some stupid hat sorts us into. But I suppose most of us are.
People in slytherin always have that bit of evilness in them, weather it's personal or family inherited. I guess I'm both. Were supposed to dislike everyone at this school besides our own house. We have these expected rules thrown upon us at Hogwarts. Slytherins aren't allowed to socialize with gryffindor. We're not supposed to talk with ravenclaw. And most definitely, were not supposed to have anything to do with hufflepuff.
I've always lived a very dark life, with my father being a death eater and everything. I was born and raised into evilness. I spent the majority of my childhood at meetings of us death eaters. That's when I met one of my closest friends Draco malfoy. His family is as dark as mine as well. His father is a death eater like mine and our mother's are close friends. Even before Hogwarts, we practiced magic together being taught by his slightly older aunt Bellatrix. how shes his aunt i dont know, shes only 6 years older than us. When i first met her, she had only just became a death eater and now she's rather like my aunt too. But then we started Hogwarts and heard nothing of her but newspaper articles.
If Hogwarts knew our little secret imprinted on our left forearms, we'd never have been allowed into the school. The school threw so many problems my way. Starting with the separation from my all time best friend at the time.
Her name is Brittany. We met as 4 year-olds at one of the ministers parties. Her family had no clue how dark mine was, and either did I at the time, so we naturally became best of friends. We've been inseparable ever since.
I still remember the exact way we met. It's one of the happiest memories I still have left. I was at the party of the minister's at a large magical house what's name I can't rember. I was sitting at the bottom of a flight of stares, alone, and playing with a small cat I'd found. I had grew bored of being trophied around by my mother listing to her boast about how great of a slytherin I will be one day so had decided to sneak away. The fluffy Ginger cat was just beginning to claw through my tights when I heard a young voice calling in my direction, standing directly before me.
"You found tubbs! I've been looking for him everywhere! He's my sisters cat!" The blonde girl infront of me explained, approaching me to sit besides me on the step, peeling the cats claws from my clothing and pulling him into her own lap.
The girl was about my age. Maybe a few months between us. She had long, straight blonde hair hanging over her shoulders and I found it really pretty even at that age. She was a really pretty girl anyway, I noticed that as soon as I laid eyes on her. She had really nice baby blue eyes that shone up at me in the light when they met with mine.
"Hey, I'm Brittany" she introduced, offering her well pampered hand out for me to take. I shook it gingerly, not quite knowing why this girl was talking to me, no one ever seems to talk to me.
"S-santana" I stammered, shaking her hand up and down with a weak grip. Her hands were so soft.
"Santana" Brittany considered for a moment, thinking about the strange name she'd never heard before and releasing her exaggerated grip in my hand. "...that's a really pretty name"
"Thanks" I smiled, looking to the ground nervously as a I felt heat spread through my face. No one ever compliments me either.
"No problem, it's true. Anyway, why are you sitting all here alone with my cat?" Brittany asked, shuffling closer to me on the step and raising my arm to link her own through. She's always been a little forward.
"I guess I was bored" I shrugged, feeling my arm stiffen at her touch. It felt good from such a good age.
"Well you won't be bored anymore, me and tubbs always know how to have fun!" Brittany exclaimed, jumping to her feet and pulling me up with her, the cat jumping from her lap with us.
She pulled me upstairs and we explored the many rooms the building had to offer, messing around and giggling with eachother as we played with whatever we found. Brittany has always been able to bring some happiness into my depressing life and she still does that perfectly. Brittany has been my best friend since then, and now she's turned to so much more.
6 years ago we started Hogwarts together. I still remember the excitement I had walking through the great hall as a innocent little first year with my pinkie linked with brittanys. But the excitement soon faded when, like I already knew, me and Draco were placed in slytherin but Brittany unexpectedly landed herself in hufflepuff. The loser of houses.
As much as I begged and threatened the hat to move Brittany to slytherin, it never gave into me. We were stuck in separate sections of the castle. But even that couldn't keep us away from eachother. On the first day we traded common room passwords so we never had to sleep alone again. We were welcomed into each others houses with open arms being as no one hated anyone back as innocent first years. Now I only get my way into the hufflepuff common room by the fact that all of them, besides Brittany and Quinn, are scared of me.
I still don't like what I am. But me and Draco have to get through this. We were born to be evil and evil is all we are. But Brittany can never know that. Even with five years of being at Hogwarts together, she still hasn't picked up on the signals.
It pains me to lie to my girlfriend. Brittany deserves the truth from me. But if she knew the pure darkness swimming through my veins, she would run a mile. She's only been my girlfriend for six months, even though we always hooked up since first year just for fun. But it's not fair that someone as evil and dark as me is so madly in love with someone as innocent and sweet as Brittany knowing someday, she has to find out. Isn't it slightly obvious that I never reveal my arms to her? We're both 16 years old and madly in love yet she's never seen me unclothed.
I hate looking at my body. The scars and marks all remind me that I'm created for evil. Standing here naked infront if the mirror in the private prefects bathroom makes me feel sick. My dark mark stands out so clearly from my caramel skin. I wish I could just amputate my left arm. The only decent thing on my left arm is the tattoo inked across the flat of my wrist, right over my veins. No one knows what it says apart from me and the fat ugly muggle who gave it me. Bellatrix took me to get it in London during the Christmas holidays. Even she doesn't know what it says. That's for me and me only. It says, in muggle Chinese, the simple word 'brittany.' what more could I wish it to say. It's the only decent inch of my body besides my rambunctious twins that brittanys so dying to get her hands on but never allowed. The rest of me was bred for darkness, making such a young girl like me, detest her own life. All I have to live for is Brittany.
If only I didn't have the disgusting dark mark on my forearm, I'd be the happiest girl alive. I'm head girl for slytherin with Draco, my best guy friend, as head boy. I'm feared throughout the school. I'm one of the best beaters Hogwarts has ever seen and head of the slytherin house team. I have the most beautiful and amazing girlfriend I could ask for and I'm madly in love. But love is the only thing keeping me alive.
Tomorrow is the beginning of my last year at this school so it's a big day for us prefects. I've gotta show those goddamned first years around, then I've got a quiddich match against hufflepuff followed by the after party were once again, just as things get heated, I will have to stop Brittany from ripping my shirt open, again.
Once again my eyes were drawn to the bulging mark on my arm and I threw my robe around my body in disgust, reaching for my wand atop of my pile of clothes and pointed it directly at the vile reflection in the mirror.
"Confringo!" I screamed, jumping back and watching as the mirror blasted into flames before me. I stood in tears, watching as my reflection crippled and burnt, getting the treatment it deserves. Good job only Brittany and Draco know the password for this place. I changed it myself by jinxing the painting guarding the bathroom.
I dropped to the floor and sat balled into a shivering fetus position as I continued to watch the mirror burn and flicker in it's prison of flames, crying silently to myself. I know the exact spell to put out the fire but what's the point. My reflection is getting what it deserves.
"Avis" I heard being mumbled by a all to familiar voice fron the doorway, soon followed by the peacefully chirping of birds as Brittany approached me in the burning mirror, crouching besides me and wrapping a warm towel around my quivering shoulders before I fell weakly against her body to cry. Her protective and strong arms comforted me slightly. The way her hand rubbed up and down my back and tangled itself in my wet and messy hair comforted me too but the pain inside is still there. Always has been always will. Who would think that such a simple mark on your left forearm could mean such a horrid life. Living a life serving to the dark lords wishes isn't as fun as it sounds. Even though it chokes me up so much to think of how evil I am, I can never break out of the trace of being so dark once I am in it. The second I put on that mask, I change in so many ways. Always in a way I regret. Always.
"I wish you'd open up to me Santana, I wish I knew why your heart is so broken" Brittany murmured against my hair, the smell of ash and smoke flooding through my nostrils causing me to cough slightly.
My name is Santana Lopez. Welcome to my life as a death eater.
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