The piercing whistle was cast through the din of witches and wizards talking. Many were younger, as most my age had either been killed in the fight or ran away, never to be seen or heard from again. I looked quickly around. Good. No one noticed me yet, I vowed to try to keep it that way until I at least got back to Hogwarts.

As I started the walk from the wall to the train I bumped shoulders with someone. I sneered as I turned to look at the idiot, when I found myself facing Granger, Potty, and Weasel. 'What a fantastic accessory to my already perfect day.' I thought bitterly to myself. I continued walking, grimacing slightly when I heard Weasel say "I told you she was a filthy git! She didn't even apologize!" I ignored the way my eyes pricked at this.

I kept walking until I boarded the train and hauled all of my stuff with me inside. 'It's jam packed!' I cursed silently to myself. There was no way I could get past all these people without them realizing who I was. Well... Better to announce my presence in a big way, after all... I was now a known Death Eater. Not that the Ministry could prove that it hadn't or had been of my own free will. No one except me knew the answer to that. And no one, not even my parents, would find out. The only person who actually knew was long dead. Killed by the Weasel's mother.

"MOVE!" I yelled at some poor first year, she pulled a comical shriek while jumping back into her friend. Everyone moved out of my way as I pulled out my wand. "Now go back to your... Business." My sneer became even more pronounced as they all scurried away as fast as their little legs could carry them. None would know just how much I regretted everything I had ever done. I could never tell anyone. Ever.

I moved to the front of the train towards the front where we Slytherins claimed our territory. After all, we 'purebloods' deserve the best of everything I thought bitterly. How had anyone ever even had the thought that someones blood was different then each others? It's sick is what it is. I had seen far too much blood spill in front of my eyes. I had stained my fingers with the crimson colors, the stench, a mixture of rust, salt, and just plain gross hadn't ever been far from my mind since then.

"Hermione!" A deep male's voice said as Blaise picked up my trunk, "Need some help?" he asked. I simply nodded and followed him into his compartment where all of our gang was. Pansy apparently decided to come back too. Other than that it was just us three, quite awkward since I knew Blaise liked Pansy, and vice versa. I slipped into the compartment and sat on the soft, plush seats of the train.

"Transfigure the seats again, Pansy?" I smirked as Pansy let out a high pitched shriek of laughter. "I'll take that as a yes." With that said I settled back against the seats trying to find a comfortable spot while Pansy and Blaise went back to their flirting game. Which pretty much just included them getting all cuddly and weird.

"I'm going to go to the Head Girl compartment." I stood up and slid the sliding glass door open, shutting it behind me I strutted to the compartment. Trying to ignore the looks from the other students who most likely wanted me dead but I couldn't let anyone see just how much I didn't want to be there, be in the center of attention. I regret everything! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. 'But as a Malfoy I couldn't, I had a certain image I must keep. Otherwise dear Mumsy and Daddy would hear about it' I thought bitterly, hating how even after the Dark Lord had been killed I was still kept under close scrutiny as to make sure I didn't do something that would let 'Mudbloods' know that I didn't hate them.

Lost in thought it didn't take as long as I thought it would to get to the head of the train to the Heads compartment. I slid the door open, walked inside, and sighed as I shut the door again. The compartment was like the rest of the train, bland, not really something to cheery to look at, and believe me when I say that I have had enough of things not being cheery. Having the Dark Lord at your house and taking over everything you held dear to you kinda did that to you. Everyone and everything had to have a sinister motive or morbid reason for everything, or anything to happen. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing blood spurting from vital veins and hearing the screams of those being tortured. Unconsciously my left arm wrapped around my stomach.

My arm dropped immediately at the sound of a door being slid open behind me. I heard some soft footsteps before they suddenly stopped as if they just realized who was in front of them and I realized I should have probably sat down. Too late now.

"Malfoy?!" Granger's annoying voice said. Crap... Granger was Head Boy? Why didn't I think of that before? I cursed my stupidity at the moment. After all he was top of the class, top of everything. And my parents didn't let me forget that a boy of his heritage had beaten a pureblood at everything. Inwardly I winced as I repeatedly felt the blows from my father.

I turned to face him. "What is it Granger?" I sneered and made a show of wrinkling my nose. I swaggered over and sat down in the first seat I saw. "Where's Potty and the Weasel?" I continued with a voice so full of... Well malicious that even I winced slightly.

"Why are you Head Girl?" Granger said, he still hadn't moved from the front of the door. "What have you done to earn that right?" He marched up to me and stood above where I was sprawled on the seats. He glared at me, his brown eyes full of hate that somehow hurt me.

"Are you done?" I commented dryly, Granger just glared at me so I took that as a yes. "I'm here because I'm Head Girl, someone who claims to be smart obviously couldn't have missed the emblem on my robes now could they?" I smirked as his face was tinged pink. "I think I got this position because Mcgonagall wants to keep a closer eye on me." I drawled acting as if it didn't really concern me. "It also can't be the fact that I'm almost better than you at every class." I added sarcastically, even though it was true.

"Oh." was all he said before he sat down on the seat across from me, straight backed and perfect posture. Completely opposite from me in my spread out across the whole bench.

The rest of the trip to Hogwarts was filled with awkward silence before I gave in first and returned to the compartment where Blaise and Pansy were now snogging with extreme intent.

"Ahem.." I said as I watched them jump apart as if someone had used the crucio curse on them. "Home sweet home." I muttered under my breath. Almost too quiet for even myself to hear it, as the train pulled up to the Hogsmeade station. I grabbed my stuff and went to the first carriage I saw. And for the first time I saw thestrals. The skeleton horses looked at me as if they wanted nothing more than to stomp, charge, and dispose of my body as one looked me straight in the eyes. Shaking myself slightly I force myself onto the carriage and try to control my breathing.

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