SORRY, FOR THE LONG WAIT. I HAD A MAJOR BRAIN BLOCK!

Chapter 2

As the feast continued on many people kept staring at me. I was starting to get annoyed. Who do they think they are staring at me. I was the only Beauxbatons student was sorted into either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. I was the only one in Slytherin and none were sorted into Gryffindor.

"So, you're Azula Dumbledore. Hm, not related to the dead old man?" a blond boy, who was extremely good looking.

"If your referring to Albus Dumbledore, than yes, unfortunately. Not something I'm proud of. He's a bastard who would of rather have had a freak with no personality as his own as a son, than have his own flesh and blood as a daughter. So if you know what's good for you never even mention him to me again," I replied as I glared at him. Just because he was a good looking man doesn't mean I'd let him off the hook for mentioning the ass hole. "Now, if you don't mind I would like directions and the password so I can go to the dorms and sleep."

With that said the boy gave me the directions and password. "Before, I leave, tell me your name. You already know mine."

"Draco, Draco Malfoy," he said with a smirk.

Once, he answered I stood up and walked away. As I made my way down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables I saw many people turn to watch me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a group people stand up from the Gryffindor table and follow me out of the hall. When I got out of the hall I walked over to the stairs and leant on the banister knowing that the group of people wanted to speak to me.

"Azula, wait. Can we talk for a second," one of them said. He was tall had red hair, a face full of freckles, and had only one ear (A/N YES, IT'S GEORGE WEASLEY….I WANTED TO GIVE HIM THE CHANCE TO FINISH SCHOOL SINCE HIM AND FRED COULDN'T….WAA, I MISS FRED!). "Are you really the daughter of Dumbledore?"

"Okay, I want to make this clear. And I won't repeat myself to anyone. That ass hole may be my father by blood, but that's the only way he is. You can blame that asshole standing beside you for that," I growled. "I don't care if you're a Weasley, a Longbottom, a muggleborn, or Potter himself. No one mentions that asshole to me."

"What the hell is your problem," I heard a boy say. When I turned I saw it was a boy with black hair to his shoulders, a pair of overly large glasses, and large green eyes behind them. I knew who it was immeaditly.

"You heard me, asshole. My father never even claimed me because of you. All he ever said to me as I was growing up was, 'why can't you be more like Harry. He's such an obedient little boy. I'm going to make him a fine warrior.' He never even looked at me with a smile," I screeched. I knew people would be coming out of the dining hall. "All I ever wanted was his approval. And all he wanted was you for a son. So don't you ask me what the hell my problem is! My problem is you. I was forced to come to a school that, that bastard once ran before he finally died. While I'm forced to attend here for the next year I plan to make your life a living nightmare. And nothing can stop me. Remember this, I'm not him. I'm Azula, and I'm not afraid of fighting my own battles. He was and I'm glad Snape killed him. Though I wish it was sooner."

With that I stormed away down to the dungeons. My time at Hogwarts was just beginning.

HEY, I'M SORRY. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER I WILL BE POSTING. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYMORE FOR THIS STORY….

I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER MONTHS AGO AND FORGOT ABOUT IT. IF THERE IS ANYONE WHO WOULD LIKE TO TAKE OVER, JUST MESSAGE ME. THANKS.