Chapter one

It's quiet. I can't stand to be in the quiet. When there's no one around I tend to think too much, get in my head about the things that are happening around me. My head can be a dark scary place. I don't think normal people think like me. I'm never sure if I should be scared or maybe enticed about my future. I'm headed to Hogwarts, it's my sixth year. This was supposed to be one of the biggest years of my life, next year I will graduate, and have to become an adult and live the life that has been planned out for me. I wanted to be myself this year, for just one more year...

I have to kill Albus Dumbledore.

So much for being myself and fucking around for the entire year. I'm wrapped up in this plan. A plan I havent't even conjured yet. How am I supposed to kill Albus Dumbledore? How do I even get close enough to touch him without anyone suspecting me? Why would he give me this assignment? I've never killed anyone before. This sounds like it should be for someone much more experienced than me.

"Are you going to move over?" her voice was like a high pitched, piercing dog. My ears rang from the sound. I look up to find Pansy standing over me waiting for me to scoot over to let her sit. I thought for a moment if I really wanted to spend this entire train ride sitting beside her, but I could tell she was growing impatient with me. I was able to muster out a sure and she sat down as close to me as she could get. Not long after, Blaise follows and also sits.

I'm still in my head, I can't stop thinking about the events that I must partake in this year. The two of them start talking, while I just stare out of the window. Blaise and Pansy both chuckle which startles me into looking their way, I see Potter and his friends walking down the aisle to find their own seats. Her eyes locked with mine, they're brown, her hair is down and wavy as ever before. She quickly turns to look the other way. Usually I would make a snark remark at her, but I just do not have the energy to do so. Instead I join in on the conversation concerning Ginny Weasley being an ugly weasel.


After the sorting hat, I make my way down the corridor to get to my common room, "Bloody hell, can you watch where you're going?" I screamed and I didn't even mean to.

"Excuse me, but you're the one walking around here with your head down like a depressed house elf!" I'm pretty sure she was trying to sound mean, but it sounded quite sweet. Or maybe I'm just that twisted. She looks a bit young, she has extremely dark brown hair, almost black. It's falling straight down her face, and covers her right eye.

"You have a point."

"Wow, Draco Malfoy admitting when he's wrong."

I smile, "You know who I am?" Of course she does.

"Everyone knows who you are Draco. The question is, do you know who I am?" I can see her hint of smile back at me but not fulling letting me have it.

I ponder for a moment, she looks familiar, but I don't think I remember her name.

"My name is Astoria." She starts to walk away.

"Greengrass?" I shout a bit louder than I needed to. She looks back at me and this time, her smile is in full force. But just like that she's gone.