Dear Diary,
Today I learnt a lesson- Never to openly challenge God or any eternal, almightily powerful and vengeance seeking creature that has the ability to make my life plain, pure hell! Unfortunately for me, I learnt it the hard way. You may remember that before I slept yesterday, I had decided to challenge God to try and make my life more miserable. Well, guess what? God chose the wrong time to listen to my requests! And it should come as no surprise to you that He even decided to make my sarcastic wish come true.
As feared, I and my friends were not diagnosed by some mysterious and contagious disease due to which the Headmistress would have been forced to send our parents back. We were hoping that if we managed to spread these germs to other houses then she would get angry and punish us by never allowing our parents back on the grounds of Hogwarts except for our graduation. We all had secretly prayed (not that we would admit to anyone that we prayed! We had a reputation after all that we intended to keep) for something like this to happen. Pansy had even said that if something like this wish was granted to her, then she will stop teasing and making all the Hufflepuff girls cry for almost a month. And everyone knew how much she liked doing that! But, God was not interested in listening to her. Maybe he was amusing himself at that moment by hearing some random Gryffindor complaining incoherently about their way too complicated homework load or their non-existent love life.
So the next morning, I woke up and my belief was set in stone that God did not exist! Had he been the kind, caring and cooperative being, then he never would have let us face our parents in Hogwarts. Letting something like that happen is like being tortured in your own house so that you just cannot live there as carefree as before as you start doubting its safety. In the same way, Hogwarts was our house, our safe haven. And most importantly, it was free from the pain called our parents. But now Hogwarts could no longer give us the protection that we once relished in. Needless to say, the entire Slytherin house was sulking. Even the smallest of the things, ticked us off. Our parents were to arrive before breakfast. They were to apparate to Hogsmede and take a thestral-ride to the grounds of Hogwarts. So while the entire school was trying to take the foremost position in the crowd, one could find the Slytherin house taking up the rear of the crowd. As I have already mentioned, no one but a few first year students from my house were looking forward to see their parents in flesh and blood. Receiving their scornful letters were bad enough for the rest of us, thank you very much!
Our parents (we mostly blame our fathers); it seems shared our feelings as they were the last to enter. It wasn't that we hated them. Scratch that, we do kind of hate them but not completely. Most of this hatred just stems from the fact that they forced us to choose the dark side and were now completely responsible for the treatment we receive from others. Even though we don't care about what others think about us, sometimes it just stings to see how we are treated. Not that we would ever admit it. We just wanted how things were before the second war, especially the affection our mothers used to bestow upon us (our fathers would rather be caught dead than to be seen loving us). Now, it wasn't as if we were mistreated or physically punished or anything but we would have sold our souls to receive the treatment the other students got from their parents. Jealousy surged through our veins at seeing such affectionate gestures between them. It was like our dream that someone else got to live. But our daydreaming was trampled by the sight of our parents rapidly approaching the grounds. It was as if the grounds itself were shaking and the atmosphere took a sinister turn. Even though our parents were approaching silently, it seemed that their arrival was not missed by the other people around us as they turned their heads to look at them. Their eyes were glued to theirs. Though many of the death-eaters were killed or sent to Azkaban, they were still many families like mine which were pardoned because they helped in defeating the evil(like in the final battle, my mother had pronounced Potter dead even though he wasn't ). But most of the people still sent them threatening glares for having been directly responsible for the death of their loved ones.
The students of other houses started to disperse with their parents. Everyone went in every possible direction until only the Slytherin house remained. Not many would divulge in the fact that being left alone with their parents was a Slytherin's worst nightmare but that was the truth. I eyed my parents in the crowd. My father walked proudly like he had never supported the Dark Lord and had not been defeated by the Light side. It was like the things that happened in these past months had not fazed him at all. My mother on the other hand shadowed my father. And while I was looking at her I realized that something was wrong with her. Could it be? No it can't! How could I have not seen this before?
A.N:- Thank you everyone for your reviews. I love them so much. And I'm so sorry for uploading so late but I had my exams going on. But I promise the next few chapters will be up pretty soon. Don't forget to review!
Anyways, any guesses as to what Draco thinks is wrong with his mother?