A/N: Hello anybody, everybody whose reading this! Please r/r. I would appreciate it a lot. The first chapter is really, really short, that's why I'm posting it with the second. It might seem very boring at first, but it will pick up, I promise. Thanks a bunch! Btw: This is a different version than what I had originally.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why would I be writing fan fiction? I'd be busy lounging around in my giant mansion.
Chapter 1. My Beautiful Mistake
I looked around platform 9 ¾ at all the people conjugated there. I saw friends being re united after a whole summer apart, nervous first years who looked like they were about to faint, and mothers and fathers weeping at having to part with their precious children. The whole thing made me sick. It felt as if I was being slowly suffocated. I hated to be here, but it would be even worse being back at Evanebian Castle with Lord Voldemort. I shudder to think of Him, however not from fear. Fear was the last thing I felt when I was around Him; it was more like disgust. He killed my parents, and yet I still chose to go with Him…
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice of Draco Malfoy, "Hello, my lady. I trust you are well?"
I looked around quickly to make sure nobody had heard the 'my lady'. "Draco, do be careful or you'll get us caught."
He grinned mischievously. "Now that would be an interesting way to start out my 6th year."
I rolled my eyes at him, and we both walked toward the train to find a compartment. In previous years Draco and I had never gotten along, we still didn't exactly get along, but we at least tolerated each other most of the time.
I suppose, before I go on with my story, I should stop and explain what happened in the summer before my 5th year. He came to me at night. By that time I had already known that there was something wrong with me. I could do powerful spells without my wand, I could do spells without speaking any incantation, and I knew things no one should ever know. In a nutshell, He offered me the world. Anything I wanted I could have. All He wanted from me was free reign over my power. At first I was wary. This was the Dark Lord, who everyone feared, what good could come of this? He sensed my hesitance and killed my parents. It surprises me that I felt nothing then. I wasn't sad or angry that He killed them. It was then, as it is now, just a cold hard fact. In the end I agreed to go with Him to His castle. Surprisingly, life at Evanebian Castle was boring. I spent my days fighting with Draco, my evenings with Him. I fear those evenings have been burned into my memory forever. He taught me many things. History, the Dark Arts, and what I could do with my powers.
He treated me like an equal. I didn't know he was capable of treating anyone like an equal, no matter how powerful they were. He also never called me by my name, Catalina Nightwitch, instead he always called me 'my lady' and in return I called Him my lord. He told me of His plans, and what He planned to once the wizarding world was at His feet. He said he could carry out all His plans with me by His side. He also made one thing quite clear, once the world fell, He would be feared. I would be worshipped.
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