Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Belongs to J.K.Rowling.The only thing that is mine is Lydia.

Think Of Me

Chapter one: Blood, like water, is best in groups.

"We'll take this compartment." Draco Malfoy slid in the nearly empty room of the train, and sat down.

"Harry Potter. Hmph. I wonder if he really is here."
"Then the Dark Lord has been vanquished?"

Draco turned around, to notice for the first time the girl sitting opposite him. She looked a bit older than he was, with black hair and well defined cheekbones, heavy lids over strikingly emerald eyes, with snakelike pupils.

"Who are you?"

The girl turned to face him, eyes taking in every aspect of him.

"Pale skin, pale hair. Smirking face, self assured attitude. Let's see...you'd be a Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle. What's wrong with your eyes?"

She crossed her leg over the other, black and green dress conforming to the change in position perfectly.

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

"They look like snake's eyes. You've got slit pupils."

She blinked slowly, almost bored, and certainly unaffected by his blunt question.

"Mummy says my eyes are pretty. She says I have the best of both worlds."

"What's with that bun anyway?" He tried once more to upset her.

"It's a chinese bun. You tie it with a ribbon. Mummy taught me how to do it when I was five.

She says it keeps me from looking too much like her."

"Do you never get upset?"

"Oh, I get upset. Not easily, butI do get upset.Then you need to watch out. Mummy taught me crucio."

Draco could stand it no longer. "Do you worship your Mum or something? Who are you?"

"Worshiping her is better than the alternative." She began applying black lipstick.

"My name is Lydia Angelrest."
"What kind of a name is Angelrest?" Draco scoffed.

He was beginning to get bored with this girl, who only talked about her mother.

"What kind of a name is Malfoy? My name is an anagram." She began unraveling her hair from its bun.

Draco watched a moment, then grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote it down, curious.

"Angelrest...A n g e l r e s t ..."

"Put the r in front and the back in front of that."

Draco did so. "Range...Lestrange! You're-"

She shook out her black hair, and was a perfect image of her mother.

"You're Bellatrix's daughter?"

She nodded. A strange smile crept over Draco's face.

"Nice to meet you, cousin Lydia. Maybe we can strike up a friendship."

He held out his hand.

And she shook it.

A few moments later they had left to wander the compartments for Harry Potter,

and Lydia had taken advantage of the time alone to redo her hair and change into her school robes.

They came back just as she reached chapter three of her Fabulous Curses and Restraints book.

Draco sat down by her, leaving Goyle to complain about his cut finger.

He threw a glance at her robes and smiled. "Slytherin! Wonderful! You're a second year then?"

She nodded. He fingered an empty chocolate frog wrapper for a moment, then tossed it aside, bored.

"Well, we saw Harry Potter. He's stubborn. He had a Weasley in the compartment with him. His rat bit Goyle's finger. He's got a big sense of justice, and about no brains."

"He'll be in Gryffindor, then."

Draco looked at her for a moment. "Yeah. I guess. The bad news is, the Dark Lord's really gone now."

Lydia looked out the window. "He'll be back.We will simply have to wait."

The train screeched to a stop. They stood up, inching through the crowd.

"Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!"
Draco looked around, but Lydia was gone. He shrugged, and walked towards Hagrid.

There was little time for thoughts of Harry Potter on the way to the sorting. He looked around at the tables, and saw Lydia watching the new students with sharp eyes, studying Harry in particular. She looked his way, and waved. He gave a little wave back.

His ears caught the word 'Slytherin' from the sorting hat on the stool. He briefly listened.

"-You'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends."

Draco watched the sorting rather boredly until Millicent Bulstrode became the first new Slytherin. He saw her take a seat at the table, and noticed Lydia was still looking at him. He suddenly felt as though a snake was watching, ready to strike if he didn't get into the Slytherin house. He tore his gaze away from her emerald eyes and glanced back at the sorting hat just as his name was called. The hat had barely touched him when it screamed, "Slytherin!"

He let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, and walked to the table. Lydia motioned him over, to the amazement of her fellow second years. He decided she didn't talk to people very much. She grinned at him before returning her attention to the sorting just as Pansy Parkinson was declared another Slytherin. She refocused her attention to the Slytherin group.

"This is my cousin, Draco Malfoy. You will treat him nicely."

The Slytherins all nodded, and many leaned over and shook his hand.

"Wow, must be great being related to Lydia." He heard from somewhere by the back.

"Wonder if he has a talent for it too?"

He made a mental note to ask Lydia just what it was that she had a talent for later.

Profesor McGonagall's voice rang out. "Potter, Harry!"

The tables all started whispering, except for the Slytherin table, which enamated intense concentration, and was deathly still.

After a few moments, the sorting hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Several people passed large handfuls of knuts and galleons to Lydia, who took them with a smirk.

Draco pointed to Ron at the stool. "That's the Weasley Potter was with on the train."

"Gryffindor!"
Several more people passed handfuls of coins to Lydia.

Blaise Zaibini became the last Slytherin, and the sorting hat was taken away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome!" He began."Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment!Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat down. Draco was still wondering what he had been talking about when Lydia nudged him, and pointed to the table.

The table was covered in food. He picked up a bit of everything, and was just about to eat when people started shouting and pointing upwards. He looked up, and dropped his fork in suprise. Ghosts were streaming in the room through the walls.

"I forgot to mention. We have school ghosts here. The wailing lady is Ravenclaw's ghost, the fat friar is Hufflepuff's ghost, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, also known as Nearly Headless Nick," She added to the snickers at her table, "-Is Gryffindor's ghost, and Here, we have the Bloody Baron, our resident ghost!" She pointed upwards as he floated down.

"Good Evening to you all!"

The Slytherins nodded and waved.

"Good evening, Baron."

"Miss Lydia! My, you've grown! And have you been keeping out of trouble?"

"No."

He laughed, ruffling her hair with his hand. "There's my girl! I trust you've been keeping hidden and whatnot?"

"Of course, Baron."

"Good girl! And who's this young man by you?"

Draco looked up at the Bloody Baron, whose attention was now on him.

"That's my cousin, Draco Malfoy. He was just sorted into Slytherin a few minutes ago."

"Congratulations! Well, Lydia, I must be off! See you soon!"

"Goodbye, Baron!" she called as he floated off. Several of the Slytherins looked more relaxed with his departure.

Lydia picked up a chocolate eclair, the dark color contrasting greatly to her almost paper white skin and long nails.

"Try one, they're fabulous."

Draco picked up an eclair and discovered she was right.

"Mm, If Harry is as good as his father was rumoured to be at quidditch, we might lose the cup." Lydia mused.

"We've had it for six years in a row now. Pity." She added, glancing over at the Gryffindor table. Draco looked over as well. Harry suddenly clutched his forehead as if in pain,and looked at Professor Snape,who looked away quickly, and over at them as Harry began talking to his friends again. Lydia looked back, her eyelids giving her a permanently bored look, but Draco could sense the intense heat, like the last time she had looked at him. Snape met her gaze for a moment, then looked away.

The desserts dissapeared as Dumbledore stood up again.

"Ahem-just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices to give you.

First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the Weasley twins, and then briefly shifted his gaze to Lydia,who smiled politely and shrugged.

His eyes twinkled, and he continued. " I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
Lydia began to look bored as he continued.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term.

Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side

is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Lydia perked up, alight with a sort of glow as he finished the last part.

They left the great hall, and walked to the Slytherin common room.

They ran into the school poltergeist, Peeves, just a few flights away from the common room.

Sticks whirled through the air in all directions, hitting many Slytherins before Lydia came to the front.

She looked at Peeves. The onslaught of sticks stopped. "Weird Lydia! Odd Lydia! Strange Lydia! Why, I'd even say she's Lestra-"

"Peeves. Leave us in Peace."

"Loony Lydia! Wonder what happens when the moon gets high? Is she a wolf, or a snake? Or maybe just a Death E-"

"Peeves!" Came the voice of the Bloody Baron.

"Leave them alone and go find amusement elsewhere!"
Peeves zoomed off, muttering about Gryffindors being mean, but Slytherins being meaner.

The Bloody Baron turned around. "I'm sorry, Miss Lydia. I dont know how he gets such information."

"It is alright. Thank you, Baron."

The Baron bowed in midair. "My pleasure, Lydia. Call me if you have any more disturbances."

And he floated away once more, leaving Draco with another question for his newfound cousin.

A portrait blocked the way to the common room. "Password?" It asked in a rather bored tone.

"Basilisk Fang."

The portrait swung open to let them in. Draco admired the shimmering walls with weary eyes,

and trudged up to the boy's dormitory with a yawn, resolving to ask Lydia his questions in the morning.