Author's note: I'm baaaackkkk! I know that my last story was very long, however I doubt this one will be as long, but still pretty long. This takes place in the fifth book.

I do not own Harry Potter.

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She hated her life. She hated how her waist-length hair curled perfectly around her figure. She hated her figure, even if every other seventeen year old would kill for a body like hers. She hated how her emerald green eyes stuck out to every lovesick boy. She hated how teachers could suspect that she was intelligent and tried to get her to speak up in class. She hated that her best friend knew that she needed her. She really hated the glares that people gave her, for crimes her mother and father committed ages ago.

But, she despised her parents most of all. Both of them. Although, anyone would loath being the child of Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange, could you really blame her?

Bealltrix Lestrange, the one who murdered countless people and tortured tons, including the Longbottoms. And Antonin Dolohov, the one who, too, killed multiple people, including Gideon and Fabian Prewett and tortured many into insanity.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had raised her, which by itself was hell. So, naturally she believed in the Dark Lord's views, along with Narcissa and Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy. As most could guess by now, she hated Draco. He thought quite highly of his "older sister" as he called her up until he was about six, her being eight at that point.

As of last year, the girl starting living with her mother, who made the Malfoy family look like a family full of saints. It became clear that Bellatrix didn't plan to bear a child, and most definitely did not want her.

Persephone stood in front of her full-length mirror. She sighed; today was September first, meaning her seventh year at Hogwarts would soon begin. The only positive thing to school this year was she'd get to leave Bellatrix for an entire ten months, minus Christmas.

She loved summer holidays, but not for the same reason's most did. Persephone loved to lock herself in her small, dark room all day and pretend that no one else existed. Maybe she would write a story about suicide, maybe she'd blare music so loud she couldn't hear herself think. Once and a while she'd write a letter to her best- and only- friend, Sophie.

At Hogwarts, however Persephone would need to attend class and get good marks, listen to people 'whisper' about her parents, and worst- communicate with people. She loved being able to shut herself away, not talk to anyone… except maybe Sophie.

Her and her mother lived in a huge house, hidden to muggles and most wizards even, where wanted Death Eaters, and Voldemort himself was living.

Persephone threw on a pair of gray skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a green Slytherin sweatshirt, along with green converse. Even if she were against muggles, they had some pretty nice shoes…and okay, maybe she liked muggle music too.

She looked at herself one more time in the mirror. Her jet-black hair curled softly at the ends of it neatly. She had thick side bangs straightened, which fell into her right eye, leaving only about half her face completely visible. Her eyes were so bright that even through her thick, dark hair they were vivid. Why did I have to get my mother's looks?

Persephone did her best to not look great, but it was hard to do. Before her mother was sent to Azkaban, she was drop dead gorgeous, and Persephone received her good looks.

Pulling her trunk and owl downstairs with her, she trudged down the stairs. She was sure to charm her bedroom so that no one could enter while she wasn't around. She turned seventeen August thirty-first, just the day before, so was quite old for a seventh year.

Silently, she ate breakfast. It seemed like forever until she was apparting to platform 9 ¾. "One more time," she mumbled to herself.

As Persephone hauled her trunk over towards the train, she heard a familiar, chipper voice yell, "Perse!"

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Author's note: I know this chapter is short, but it's just the prologue, the second chapter and so on will be longer. Review and tell me how you like the start of this!