Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Only thing I own is my OC Aicela Sirrah.
Chapter 1
People say that I should be cautious and I can understand why. I'm the first muggle-born to ever be placed in Slytherin. Truth is, I couldn't care less.
I have been a student at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry for about four years now, this being my fourth year. The first three had been nothing but constant bullying and torment from my fellow Slytherins until the end of third year when I decided to finally stand up for myself and not take any more shit about my blood status. Let's just say that if I did have a plan, absolutely nothing went according to it.
. . . . .
"Watch it, mudblood," Malfoy spits at me as he and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, bump into me on purpose.
As I enter the Slytherin common room from the corridor outside, everyone gives me a look, a look I've come to recognize after three years of being at Hogwarts. Another four doesn't bother me. I ignore all the looks of disgust and hatred coming from my fellow housemates and make my way to my room, trying to seem impassive. However, I fail at my attempt to not seem like I care when one of Pansy Parkinson's little gossipers spits on me and it lands on my shoulder.
"Filthy mud-bitch!" Pansy growls as I keep walking to my room. I wonder sometimes if I could trade places with Hermione Granger.
