Author note: I know a few things are unclear at the moment, but things will be explained either in this chapter or soon. Thanks to my great reviewers: Rita Arabella Black and blubookbutterfly!

I do not own Harry Potter.

(((Right where it left off)))

"Perse!"

Sophie ran at me and hugged me tightly around the neck. I uncomfortably hugged her back, glad she moved away faster.

"Hi, Sophie," she replied, restraining herself from asking her not to call her 'Perse'

"How's your summer been?" Persephone will never know how Sophie and are friends.

She's a Ravenclaw, in the same year, and could be considered the happiest person alive. Sophie's hardly ever seen without a smile on her face. Her hair was cut to her shoulders, and was a light red, almost strawberry blond; her eyes a soft chocolate brown.

"All right, you?" Persephone tried desperately not to talk about her own summer. Sophie, of course, knew her parents were Bellatrix and Dolohov, but was one of the few that did.

Most assumed she was fully a Lestrange, since she used her mother's last name. Persephone never wanted to be known as what she was, 'the accident child'. Bellatrix herself had referred to her daughter as that a few times. From eavesdropping on Narcissa and Lucius's conversations, Persephone put it together very young that she wasn't supposed to be born, and God knows why her mother hadn't gave her up, or killed her.

One thing Sophie did not know was how close to the Dark Lord her best friend was every day of the summer. He too was in hiding and as a favor to Bellatrix and her loyalty; he let her and Persephone live in the same house. Persephone shuddered at the thought; it was hardly a kind gesture living with Voldemort every day for three months.

Persephone noticed that Sophie had been talking about her summer while she'd been thinking about her own summer. She just heard the tail end of her friend's speech, so just acted as though she'd been pay attention.

"C'mon, Perse, let's get on the train." Sophie skipped over towards the train, Persephone ambling behind her cheerful friend.

"Please, don't call me that."

"Perse? Why not?"

"Because it's not a good name."

Sophie ignored this completely, saying, "I found an empty compartment, Perse!" Persephone groaned, and walked towards the compartment.

On her way there, she found a boy walking right in front of her. "Oh, yes, please walk right in front of me." She muttered sarcastically, not meaning for him to hear.

He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, sorry didn't notice that you had a runway to yourself." He smirked at his own joke. Persephone rolled her eyes, and took a step headed for Sophie's compartment.

The tall boy put his hand in front of her.

"Yes?"

"I don't think we've ever met." He said, trying to catch her eye.

"Well, then you've made a very bad first impression, haven't you?"

"Oh, have I?" He smirked, as if she was playing hard to get or something. Persephone had no interest in this boy. She remained quite, knowing he'd eventually he would move.

"Perse, c'mon!" Sophie yelled from inside.

"Don't call me that, Sophie!"

The boy took his hand and put it out as if to shake hands. "Well I'm Fred Weasley."

Weasley….Weasley…why does that name ring a bell…? Did Draco hate one or something? …Nah, he hates everyone. Were they some friend of mum or dad? …hm… She thought. Did one of my parents torture one of them? That might've been likely….

Without looking at his hand she told him, "Persephone." Careful not to say her last name, incase he was someone who wouldn't want to know.

Then it hit her. "What are your parents name's?" She asked quickly.

He looked at her oddly and then replied, "Arthur and Molly Weasley."

Her eyes grew wide, "As in Molly Prewett?" He nodded, a confused look across his face.

"Fred!" A voice called from down the train.

"One second, George!" Fred yelled back. "Well, See you around, Perse." He said with a wink. From the glare that she gave him he quickly added, "ephone…" And with that, Fred Weasley was gone.

Rolling her eyes yet again, Persephone sat down next to the window, across from Sophie. The train jerked forward, and began to move in the direction of Hogwarts.

Molly Prewett. Now, Persephone put it together. Her father, Antonin Dolohov was one of the Death Eaters that murdered Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who must've been Molly's brothers…therefore that boy's uncles. Another person I should stay away from… hm… She sighed, and continued staring out the window until the train stopped.

Now in their robes, Sophie and Persephone walked to the carriages and rode up to the castle. They parted ways, sitting at their own houses' table.

Persephone first sat by herself, but was soon joined by her dorm mate, Liz. Liz's blond hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, like always. She sat down next to Persephone. She didn't really want to talk to Liz, but it was better then being attacked by Draco.

"Hey, Persephone."

"Hi, Liz." She responded, fixing her hair so it fell into her eyes again.

"Good holiday?"

"I suppose, you?"

Liz nodded, "Yeah, it was fun." One thing Persephone liked about Liz was how chill she was. She knew Persephone wasn't a social butterfly, but still spoke to her and made her feel like a friend.

"Ha, I'm glad you sat down so Draco couldn't." Persephone confessed. Liz laughed lightly.

"Well, Persephone, I haven't seen you in ages." An icy voice called.

"Speak of the devil." She muttered towards Liz. Draco sat down across from Persephone, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him.

"How was your holiday? Mum and Dad really miss having you around." He smirked sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sure," She replied, with an equally sarcastic tone. "I'm sure your dad misses having a…what did he call me? A disgrace to Pureblood families? Because, you know, I definitely chose to be born to my parents." Lucius never accepted the fact that she was born to two different Pureblood families, especially Bealltrix being married.

"Oh, don't be so…. cold." He replied speaking slowly, his gray eyes filled with coldness.

Persephone ignored him, turning back to Liz. The sorting seemed to drag on forever, and finally the feast began. Draco seemed busy talking to his two goons to aggravate Persephone any longer. Soon, her and Liz returned to the Slytherin common room. As always, it had a dark, ominous glow to it. Most students were hanging around the common room, but Persephone darted straight to her dorm room, which she was pleased to see, she was the first girl back.

She took her bed farthest away from the door, and up against a brick wall, which she'd slept in the past six years. She unpacked in silence, grateful for the peace. Soon, the rest of the girls joined her in the room. Persephone got dressed for bed early, and laid down soon. She wasn't really asleep, but made it appear so.

"Ugh, filthy mudblood." She heard a girl, Anna tell another girl.

The word echoed in Persephone's mind. She herself used it like any other word. She grew up taught that muggle's were filth, as anyone would who grew up in the Malfoy's household and she seemed to believe it. However, something always seemed to question her. Why…? Why were they so different?

Of course, she just tried to stay strong to all her family's beliefs and just forget about the question's lurking in the back of her mind. If all of them thought it, it couldn't be wrong…. could it?

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Author's note: I know, I'm sure not all questions are answered, and they're not supposed to be. But, I hope you liked it still (: