Hey guys! So I have no life and update quick. Thus why I have gotten chapter two up here so quickly! So this was sort of hard to write, because really I just needed it as a filler. I'm not happy with it, but it helps the flow, sort of. Really, it is just a lot of background info on Hydra. I'm sorry if it's been boring so far, but there isn't really a whole lot of action yet. But I promise it will pick up in the next chapter! Please review. I would like to know what people think of my first stab at fanfic.

Chapter Two:

Dinner was definitely an awkward affair. I excused myself with a headache, which everyone believed, and headed back up to my room. Sorry, back up to Hydra's room. I had to remember that I wasn't really her. She was probably stuck in my world wondering what the heck was going on. I was determined, however, to read that diary.

The first thing I did when I got up to her room was look around. There were bookshelves on the opposite side of the room, three of them taking up the entire wall up to the window. On the wall to my left was a large vanity table with a decently sized mirror. A red velvet cushioned stool stood in front of it, as if awaiting me. Next to the door, to my right, was a writing desk covered with parchment paper and quills. It was neatly disarrayed. The full sized bed was on the wall to my right, perfectly made minus the wrinkles I had left in it. Next to that, in front of the window, was the nightstand that held the journal. There were pictures everywhere, mostly showing the same families. I could easily pick out the girl that I assumed was Hydra in most of them. In the ones with the Malfoys, she was the only one with dark features and in the ones of the family that I was with now she was the only one that didn't smile. On the vanity there was a picture of the two people that were in the mug shots. I wondered who they were.

As I walked up to the vanity to get a better look at the picture, I saw my reflection for the first time since dying. Sure there were pictures of Hydra around, but they were all of her younger years. The girl that stared back at me was absolutely beautiful. Let me tell you, I couldn't have gotten stuck in a more perfect body! Sure, I missed my curves, but hers were softer, her waist smaller and her entire frame was just more petite and athletic. Her hair fell down to her waist in soft waves. It was the same color as the woman down stairs' hair, a pretty, light brown, almost auburn color. Her eyes were the color of milk chocolate and had a haughty gleam to them. It now dawned on me who the two people in the picture were—her parents. She was the perfect mixture of both of them, though if I was being honest, she did take more after the mother than the father.

Smiling to the image in front of me, which on her face looked almost evil, I turned around, no longer caring about the picture on the vanity. If I was going to play the part of Hydra, I would need to know how she acted, what kind of person she was. With my attention refocused on the diary, I scanned the volumes on the bookshelf. There had to be a spell I could use to see the invisible ink. These were all about magic, some of them thick leather volumes written in French, some of them thin and with out titles. I grabbed one of the newer looking ones and scanned through it. It was called Spells for the Teen Witch. That sounded like something that would hold some answers for me, right?

Almost immediately, in the 'A' section of the book, I found exactly what I was looking for. Aparecium. It even had the correct pronunciation (a-par-EE-see-um). Satisfied, I set the book aside and pulled my wand out from behind my ear, where I had stuck it during dinner. It almost seemed natural to point the stick at one of the blank pages and say the word. It rolled off my tongue so easily, regardless of the fact that I jumped upon hearing that voice again. It was going to take some getting used to before I could talk without freaking out.

It was so cool to watch the once empty page fill up with small, cramped, but still neat handwriting. I liked her handwriting. It was really pretty, especially in the purple ink she used. The entry was dated for the twenty-third of January, nineteen ninety-five. Wow, this was old. It was then that I thought crossed my mind—had I gone back in time? Pushing that aside I began to read.

"Snape is such a … ugh, words don't even describe! Just because my parents were Death Eater with him doesn't mean he can treat me like crap! It's not my fault that my mother was one of the most loyal, while he was a nothing! I swear, if he gives me detention one more time, I'll Cruciatus him! I know that is what everyone expects me to do. Sometimes I hate my blood. I wish I could be a muggle sometimes, not have to deal with this crap. It's bad enough that I'm not a perfect Slytherin. You know, I haven't been to live with aunty Cissa since I was sorted. They hate me. Every time they see me, they remind me that I am just a disappointment to my parents. I wish the Dark Lord never lost his power when he tried to kill Harry. I know, I just said I wish I were a muggle, but really, I could be so powerful. But that's not why I want the Dark Lord to rise again. I just want my family to be whole."

The entry ended there. I was almost shocked by what I had read. She was the daughter of two Death Eaters? I read on to the next entry, which wasn't until February.

"My birthday is coming up, but I don't expect any big celebration. There never is. That is one of the downfalls of being Hydra Lestrange. But who cares? I have more important things to do. Like study. Or go to the Triwizard Tournament. The second event is on the twenty-fourth.

I got an owl from Dora. She told me about her Aurora work that she was doing. She seemed pretty excited. We threw her a big party when she graduated from her training. I don't know if I told you that or not. I'm sure that if my mother ever read this she would have a heart attack, since I hear she absolutely hates aunty Dromeda, but I love living at the Tonks's. They are so much more relaxed than the Malfoys. Honestly, it almost makes things easier when I am with them, since I look so much like aunt Dromeda. But they aren't my family. No, I will never have a family. I have homework to do; Snape gave us a three-foot essay on antidotes to write.

Wow. So, she was just as messed up about her life as I was. But I still didn't know how she acted around people. Maybe that didn't matter? Maybe I could be myself while trapped here. After all, this felt so much like a second chance at life. I decided to unpack my trunk; though I wasn't sure how long I'd be here for. How long did their winter break last for? Back when I was in school, it was two weeks. But this was another time, another country, another world. I decided to flip back and see if Hydra would tell me.

I found the December entries to be rather full. It appeared that the fall term ended on the eighteenth, since that was when a lot of the long entries started, and the winter term started in the second week of January. Great, so it wasn't much different from what I was used to! Hydra's tales from that winter holiday were full of mischief that her and Dora had wreaked upon the house. I closed the book, having now figured out what kind of person Hydra was (a quiet girl with snobbish tendencies, but a spunky side that she rarely let anyone see), and laid back on the fluffy pillows

This room was really boring. The walls were white, with no posters or anything, and the furniture was covered with nothing more than it needed to be covered with. I was definitely going to change that. From reading her diary, I saw that she could be a fun, crazy person; it was just that no one gave her the chance to be. Kind of like me. But this was my second chance. And I was going to make the most of it.

The weeks past quickly at the Tonks residence. I spent most of the time flying around on the Nimbus that Hydra owned, trying to get used to it, and reading the many diaries that she had written in. They had started when she started at Hogwarts, cataloging everything from the night before she left for her first year, which was spent at the Malfoys, to being sorted into Ravenclaw, which apparently was the house for smart people, to getting kicked out of the Malfoys for not being a Slytherin like Draco was, and like her parents would've wanted her to be, to when Harry saved Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets (she claimed to know that it wasn't Harry who had opened it from the beginning; according to her, he wasn't pure enough). There were bits about Sirius, who was a relative of hers, and about the Triwizard Tournament.

The purple one ended when she came back from school for that summer. With luck, and logic, I found the one from this year in her trunk she had brought home for the Holidays. I had wished that I had thought to read it earlier. It would've made answering questions so much easier. And it would've given me the headway to read up about Quidditch. According to her journal from this year, which was bright pink and fuzzy, she was a beater on the Ravenclaw team. When I read that I nearly died. The only ounce of athleticism in me was from riding. I was okay on a broom, but I didn't think I'd be able to whack something while I was riding one. Nor did I know anything about the game, aside from that catching the snitch ends it.

Needless to say, I was very distressed when I read this part of the journal on the train ride back to Hogwarts. I had been avoiding everyone, since apparently I don't have any friends, and was glad to find a spot to myself. It was a long ride, which gave me ample opportunity to read through my journal. Oh wow, I just called it my journal. I was about halfway through September when a cough interrupted my reading.

I looked up to see everyone's favorite blond boy leaning against the doorway, his arms folded over his chest. He was really, really skinny. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that his relationship with Hydra was volatile at best. "What do you want, ferret?" I said, looking back down at my journal.

"Just wondering how my favorite cousin's holiday was. Did you get any presents from mummy and daddy?" He was examining his fingernail when he said this, trying, but failing badly, to look impassive.

I rolled my eyes at him and huffed. I really hated him, and not just because I was supposed to. I hated him from the moment I first came into this world.

"Is that a no?" Asked Draco, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, but of course not! They're in Azkaban."

I shut the pink book in my hands to glare at him. I wanted to beat him with my beater's bat! "Just because my parents were better Death Eaters than your father was is no reason to get so catty, Draco."

His ears turned red in his anger. I swear I could see smoke hissing out of them. "Well at least I'm not a blood-traitor. You see, I am not the disappointing 'oops' in the family."

"And neither am I," I responded, recounting how Hydra often complained about her uncle being a mudblood when she was upset with them. "I believe that would be our dear aunt Andromeda."

Draco's expression was a hilarious degree of shock. Clearly he wasn't expecting that answer. "Well," he said, still shocked, "I see that being in Ravenclaw hasn't tainted you like we thought."

I shook my head. If they read half of what Hydra had written, then they wouldn't question her loyalty to the pureblood agenda, or to the Dark Lord. She was practically in love with him. "Why would it?" I asked, playing the part. It was clear from her latest entries that she let people step on her constantly, and I was going to change that.

"Because you hang out with blood-traitors and mudbloods all the time."

"Draco, you don't know me." I snapped, pulling out my wand and pointing it at his throat. "Don't ever act like you do."

I watched him back away with his hands up in surrender. When he turned around, I closed the compartment door and went back to my reading, hoping that everyone would leave me alone until we got back to the castle. The entry I was on was from October fifth. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and she went to sign up for Harry's lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"It was so nasty in that pub. I honestly have no clue why I am doing this. I know enough about the Dark Arts to be able to take care of myself. I guess I just want to score well on the O.W.L.'s. At the rate we are going with Umbridge, that stupid toad, nobody is going to make higher than a T. I'll Cruciatus myself if I get a Troll on anything.

Anyways, back to the meeting. I was quiet the whole time, just sitting behind everyone else while they chit-chatted. The only reason I went because it is something that is undermining Umbridge. Ugh, I hate that old cow. Luna and Hermione got into an argument, which Ginny broke up with an impression of Umbridge. It was hiliarious—even I laughed at it. When it was time to sign that paper, I did. It felt like I was signing away my soul, as Muggles would say. And I guess, in a way, I was.

I don't know how I will ever explain this to my parents if they ever get out of Azkaban. I'm sure that the Dark Lord will get them out. Mum was practically his most faithful, most loyal follower. They got arrested looking for him! He just has to get them out somehow. I've heard that dementors are the reason for all the fog nd everything. If dementors are away from Azkaban, wandering freely, then they are sure to escape! I will not loose faith in them."

The entry ended there. She really wanted her parents. I could totally understand that. The next entry was from the nineth.

So Umbridge is at it again. She has made up one of her falascious decrees that no student organizations are allowed. Does that include Quidditch? Go figure the year I finally try out for—and make—the Quidditch team, they disband it. Hopefully, I don't think that it included Quidditch. She would just be setting herself up for a rebelion.

The first meeting of Dumbledore's Army, as it was decidedly named, was today. It was in the Room of Requirement. I love the RoR. It's so cool—whatever you want, within reasonable realms, you get! So anyways, I found out right around dinner time, when the Galleon I was given seered hot. It had the time and the place on it. So at half-past-seven, I headed up to the seventh floor. Being a fifth year, I was allowed out until nine. That tapestry always makes me laugh.

We studied some basics at first before pairing off. Poor Neville—he was the odd one out! Harry, being the saint he is—ugh!—let him be his partner. I was teamed up with Terry Boot. I don't know if people were surprised that I was there. I mean, yes, I am a Lestrange, but I keep my darker self hidden pretty well. Nobody knows that I am a closet Dark Lord supporter.

Speaking of, the Daily Profit and the Ministry are still adimantly proclaiming that he hasn't returned. What a load of tosh that is! Anyways, I've got to be off—just finished a two foot essay on vanishing things. I am beyond exhausted!

A knock on the door brought me out of my little world. I looked up to see an Indian girl with a long braid down her back waving at me. She opened the compartment door and sat down across from me, a look-a-like coming in right behind her.

"Hello, Hydra," the first girl said.

"Hullo," I responded, not quite sure who she was. I wasn't aware that Hydra had any friends.

"Why haven't you changed into your robes yet?" The second asked. The only noteable difference between them were the ties—one had a blue ties stripped with bronze and the other a burgundy tie striped with gold. I knew that these dictated their houses.

Pavarti and Padma Patil. That's who they were. I smiled, now having this information down.

"I don't know," I answered the Gryffindor. "I've just been busy with my journal."

"Well," the Gryffindor said, "You should change. We should be there within the hour." I think she was Pavarti.

Looking out the window, which was iced over, I saw that it was dark. The outline of a lit up castle was just visible in the horizon. Then it really hit me—I was going to Hogwarts. Like, for real going to Hogwarts.

As soon as I was in my, Hydra's, robes, the blue tie done sloppillly, it was time for us to get off the train. What can I say, I change slowly. I am very meticulous. It was dark out, and crowded, so I could barely make out the shapes beyond the lamp-light. We were on a stone-paved platform. The crowd headed towards a bunch of carriages with these weird skeletal horses leading them. I could vaguely hear Glen in the back of my head: Would you ever ride a thestral? They're these horse things that can fly, and you can only see them if you've seen death. I had told him no, because I hadn't seen death. But I guess that my own death counted.

I got into a carriage with the Patil twins, but not before Draco had a chance to bump into me, pushing me into the corner of the carriage. I think it left a bruise. However badly I wanted to hex him to oblivion, as Hydra would say, I didn't. I would wait until we weren't in a crowded place. Maybe Cruciatus him in front of his goons. I think I would have them eating out of my hands in no time. The carriage ride was bumpy and I felt awkward with these two girls I didn't really know, but I suppose it was better than walking.

I wasn't hungry when we got to the castle, so I found my way to the Ravenclaw tower, following the directions in the journal, and collapsed in the warm bed that Hydra's cat was curled up in. It had been a long train ride.