Year One
Nothing interesting ever happened during the first year. The train ride was just as long as always. The boat ride was cold. Then, we were funneled into the Great Hall where we waited one by one to be sorted. I was a proud Slytherin once again. And finally Dumbledore introduced us to the school. The worst part was trying to find a group of people that weren't completely insufferable.
I sat and watched the crowd whilst others were sorted. I recognized only a few. The Blacks. Regulus sat two people away from me, just sorted into my house, and his brother Sirius…pity he was put in Gryffindor. Behind me sat Lucious Malfoy and one of the Lestrange girls.
"Slytherin," I heard the sorting hat yell. Another addition to the ranks. Another possible Death Eater. He found the seat next to me and turned to talk to Severus. I studied him out of the corner of my eye. He could be a valuable asset when he grew up.
He was shy, but he looked smart. And that's when I saw it. A little nervous habit that would get him into more tussles than his mouth would. He ran his tongue over his top lip and chomped down. It was something small and almost unnoticeable, but I thought it was adorable. I smiled lightly to myself and Severus caught me. He kept that little bit to himself…that would be the start of a marvelous friendship.
After the ceremony, everyone returned to their rooms. I, on the other hand, went to take a bath. I always enjoyed my time alone. I could actually strip off some of my charms. The magic covering my back was the most annoying. Since my brother decided to form the Death Eaters, I was the first to get the mark, opting to get it larger and on my back as opposed to the forearm. I was proud of my mark, but walking these halls with something like that could get me killed. Stripping off my charms…but keeping my form…I stepped into the large bath.
My clothes were piled next to me with my wand on top. Oh my wand, basically a useless stick to me. You see I am extraordinarily powerful, even more so than my brother (as much as he hates to admit). All of my magic came from within and I was strong enough to focus it into a spell without a wand. I kept one around to keep up appearances. Even Ollivander couldn't find the correct one for me and ended up settling on a cherry wand with a runespoor fang core.
I sat in the steam and just relaxed. This was going to be an interesting couple of years.