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(((Morning, the next week)))

Persephone's eyes fluttered open to see a completely empty dorm room. "Oh, crap!" She knew that that meant she was late to her lesson. Late to her first lesson of the year, Perfect, just perfect.

She threw her Slytherin robes on, not caring her tie was simply slung around her neck, and her robes were a tad lopsided. She ran a brush through her hair quickly, letting in drop in her face as usual.

Glancing at her schedule, she ran towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. When she walked in, a tiny lady in all pick stood before a silent class.

"Hmm…Miss-?"

"Persephone." She recited, not wanting to use her last name in a room half full of Gryffindors.

"Persephone-?"

"Lestrange." She said, through gritted teeth. And with that, came the stares. All the Gryffindor's looked at her like she was a bomb that would go off at any moment.

"Well, Ms. Lestrange," Umbridge said in a fake-sweet voice, "I will give you a warning for now, but do not be tardy again." Persephone nodded.

Looking around, Persephone didn't see any seats open…or at least any next to any Slytherin's. "Um, Professor, there aren't any seats open."

"Why, there's one next to Mr. Weasley." She pointed to the tall redhead Persephone had spoken with on the train.

Persephone sighed audibly, but sat next to the boy. "What, you don't have a Gryffindor friend to bother instead?" She asked sarcastically.

"Oh, don't worry, love, I do. He's just sick…one too many Puking Pastilles…" The boy muttered. What was his name again? Frankie? No, no…. Fred? Yeah, that was it. He was the one whose uncles were murdered by my father…

"You're Persephone, right?"

Persephone took out a quill, and began jotting notes down on a piece of parchment, completely ignoring Fred.

"What, did I say something?"

Why was he still talking to me? He heard I was a Lestrange…

"Aw, c'mon, don't ignore me. I'm not that thick." He said stubbornly.

"Listen," Persephone's words were sharp and quick, "You don't want to get involved with me." She flickered her hair back into her face, since it'd gone behind her ears when she looked up at Fred.

They both took notes in silence for a long while. Umbridge was going on about how this class would be. She also stated that the ministry had the wizarding world under control, and the 'a certain dark wizard' was not back. Ha, yeah, and Fred's not staring at me like a lost puppy either.

The bell finally rang, dismissing them all to their next class. Persephone quickly grabbed her books, and shuffled off towards the Dungeons for Potions.

"Hey, Perse, wait!"

She spun around and shot Fred a death glare. "Don't call me that. And I told you, don't get involved with me." Her voice kinder and now a whisper she added, "You'll only get hurt."

Persephone had witnessed many friends of Death Eater's, not of pureblood, blood traitors or simply 'unworthy', being killed, get the dementor's kiss or be tortured into madness. She had seen her own friend be crucio-ed into madness by Lucius while they were only in third year.

This girl, Eve was a Hufflepuff and a half-blood. Her parent's were auror's, and at the time, Persephone's views weren't very exact. This girl was nice to her, and that's all that mattered at the time. Lucius, however didn't approve, and well….

She shrugged thoughts of Eve away. All this was a big reason she though herself against muggle-borns and muggles… She couldn't let herself be responsible. Not again.

She strutted away from Fred, jumping the trick stair on her way to Potions. She plopped down next to Liz in the last row. "Thanks for waking me up!"

"Sorry, I thought you'd wake up." Liz told her, a bit of annoyance shining in her hazel eyes.

"Whatever…" Persephone muttered as Snape strode into the room. Immediately he told them about how incredibly difficult this class would be and blah…. blah…blah…

(((After the last class of the day)))

Persephone took a deep breath as she walked out of the Divination room, finally bring freed from the mass amounts of perfume. She had a feeling that this year would be another boring year of Divination. Persephone had honestly wanted to take Muggle Studies, she knew literally nothing about muggles or how they lived, having grown up in a prejudice Pureblood family. However, she knew she'd never live it down, so took a simple subject instead. Divination… yay?

She ambled across the castle, to the Slytherin common room. She dumped her books on her bed upstairs, and soon left the common room. She found her way outside, happy that the fall air wasn't chilling quite yet, and without a cloak she stayed comfortably warm.

She noticed a big group of people- maybe thirty people on brooms flying on the Quidditch pitch. As she walked closer, she saw that The Slytherin Quidditch try-outs were going on. She had nothing better to do, so she climbed up the stairs and sat down in the bleachers to watch.

Persephone knew how to play Quidditch since a young age, but didn't want the pressure and attention that being on the house team. She was a decent player, but doubted she'd ever make the team. It looked like a lot of young Slytherin's were out on the pitch today, but there were a fair amount of older students too. She noticed Draco's blond head swoop around the pitch. Persephone figured he was trying out for seeker, since he was searching around the pitch…. If he's not trying for seeker, he's one bad chaser. She thought, smiling to herself.

She watched Draco find the snitch two times in an hour, a decent seeker. He also stumbled a few times and seemed to get distracted. Persephone knew even if he weren't the best player, he would definitely get the spot, because of his father's power. She rolled her eyes in disgust.

Ever since he was young, Draco got everything and anything he wanted. Persephone felt as if Lucius just had never-ending supplies of money and power, which the Malfoy family probably did. Of course, Persephone realized by the time she was about six or seven that while his son got everything, Lucius didn't count her as someone like a daughter; she did not get the same treatment as Draco.

Persephone didn't usually get direct punishment from Lucius, but he slipped things in. Draco would get a brand new broom, while Persephone got Lucius's worn, old one. While he'd compliment Draco, he would just stare blankly at Persephone. Of course, there were times, when Persephone nudged a toe out of line, that Lucius would directly say something to her, or yell at her. She didn't want to think about those times spent at Malfoy Manor.

The sun began to set, so Persephone headed back to the Slytherin common room to find it was time for dinner. She trudged to the Great Hall next, and ate dinner in silence since Liz was gabbing with Taylor, another girl in their dorm, the whole time. She noticed Sophie at the Ravenclaw table, talking with three girls and two boys. She smirked at her friend, she was so outgoing. Sometimes I wish I were like her… I could be if I didn't have the name and reputation 'Lestrange' hanging over my head…

She soon finished and without bothering to start the few bits of homework assigned, she went to bed, ready to start the day over again he next morning.

(((…)))