I don't own Harry Potter or it's Characters, JK Rowling does. I do own Vespera. Therefore I can do with her as I wish :D

Originally, this was going to be a lot shorter, but because of where it's squeezing into the story, it's longer!

To the Reviewers:

Jaelah Phantomhive: Thanks for the edit! It has been fixed, and always a pleasure working with you!

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Without further Adieu, The last official Chapter!

We got onto the Hogwarts Express, and I sat with my fellow first year Slytherins, as my Quidditch buddies weren't all that nice before, and I had no need to hear about Harry Potter, again.

Instead, we talked about our Winter Break, and how we spent our time.

"Jaelah hated me most of the break I swear! And all of you ditched the ball, except for Pansy. Jaelah forgave me, especially once she got her prized potion bottles back." Everyone laughed, and Jaelah poked me.

"Well, at least I wasn't too shocked by what you gave me. Why in the world were you in such shock about the presents? It was as if you had never looked at a wizarding Christmas before." Jaelah said in a questioning tone.

"Oh Hush up Jaelah. Vespera's mum didn't raise her with all of the Wizarding customs. The first time she saw a broom was when we went to Diagon Alley." Draco was supposedly defending me.

"Vespera, who in the world was your mother to not care about giving you a proper witches raising?"

"Remember? I said earlier, my mum wanted me to have a well-rounded muggle education. My dad probably would have done something different, but mum was horrid." I shrugged.

"Where did you grow up at Vespera?" Jaelah then asked the next question.

"I was wondering that before too. You never actually did tell us where your manor was." Draco picked up from her.

"How about you both just stop wondering where I come from, before I curse both of you. You do know, that I possibly have more power than you. Especially after the curses I learned from Draco's book. Perhaps you should watch what you say." I pulled out my wand and shot purple sparkles at Jaelah.

She waved them away with her hand, "Oh silly Vespera, we aren't saying anything bad. Just laughing off Christmas past."

I ignored them, and looked out the window, waiting for us to arrive back at Hogwarts.

Upon arrival, we all were taken back to the castle, which was just as marvelous as I remembered it to be. "Is there going to be a large feast for the arrival?" I asked Draco.

He nodded, "There probably will be. That old coot will have any excuse to have a grand feast. As long as the Gryffindorks stay away from us, along with their ghost. Then a feast will be enjoyed."

I rolled my eyes, "Seriously they aren't all bad."

Jaelah chuckled and poked me, "By they aren't all bad, you're talking about Fred aren't you? We all know you fancy him."

I glared at her, "For goodness sake Jaelah, just drop that already. I'm not going to be dating anyone for a while, so leave me be." I stuck my tongue out at her, and only made her laugh at me more.

We all stepped off of the train, and walked to our seats. The ceiling looked as if it were snowing, and the other three tables showed a lot of hugging, welcoming each other back. Slytherins were too formal for that, so we simply nodded at each other, giving our welcome backs. The people who were close enough for hugs would have spent their holidays together.

After a fairly uneventful dinner, besides the Weasleys starting a food fight in Gryffindor (Slytherins had seen it coming, and had put up a barrier around our table, as to not get us disgusting because of the idiotic Gryffindors.), we were on our way down to our dormitory, when I heard, "Hey Star!"

I waved the others ahead, and walked towards Fred and George. I held my arms open wide, so they could see the sweater I had on, "Hey you guys!" They attacked me, and I could only chuckle at their excitedness.

"We notice you aren't covered in food, this needs to be fixed." Suddenly, a cream pie was over my head, and then dumped on top of my head.

"You jerks." I pulled my wand out, and waved it over my head, "You're going to regret that. But not right now, in the future." I gave them my dirtiest Slytherin look, and I could have sworn they backed away some.

"Sorry Star! It was all his idea!" Fred pointed to George.

George then said, "It was not me, I don't have a death wish."

Then they started fighting over whose idea it was, "So long guys. I'll see you around later, I need to get back to my dorm before the others think that you guys ambushed me, which you kind of did."

They smiled and nodded, "Bye Vespera." They said at the same time, before running behind a tapestry, that I assumed would lead them up to their dormitory.

I walked down the hall, then down the steps, and down the other halls until I got to the Slytherin dorm. I opened the door, and saw Draco, Jaelah, and the others around the fire, and went and joined them, which is where we spent the next hour of our time, primarily checking the work of the winter break assignments.

I walked up the stairs, leaving the others to their talking, although I knew they would be following me soon. I walked over to my bed, and noticed a piece of parchment paper on it.

I looked at the note in my bed when I reached the dormitory. It had written in Fred's handwriting, "Meet me in the kitchen at midnight? I haven't seen you in a while."

I smiled to myself, then quickly scratched "Yes," onto the paper, and cast a spell on it, so it would appear back on the parchment that was partnered with it. A little time with Fred was always welcome, he was a nice person to be around, especially because I hadn't see him ever since we returned from winter break. Now, that was only earlier today, but it had been over a month since I had last seen him.

I quickly placed the parchment into my trunk, and pulled out my clothes as I heard the others approaching. By then, I was already in my own thoughts.

I looked at the time, and it said it was 10. Only another 2 hours before my meeting with Fred. I braided my hair into my usual style, then closed the curtains on my bed. I changed into something much less Slytherin, and more neutral. Purple.

I laid in the bed for those 2 hours, being antsy waiting for time to finally arrive. When it was finally 11:55 I left the dorm, and into the common room, no one was in sight. I didn't tell Jaelah, or Draco where I was going. Neither of them would approve of this shenanigans of meeting up with Fred at an ungodly hour, especially when I wouldn't date him. They probably wouldn't even understand the concept of just having fun.

I opened the main door then waved my wand over the threshold, making me invisible to Snape's spell on us leaving the dorm, I hoped anyways. I had done a lot of research of the break using the book that Draco had given me, and I only hoped that this spell would work with Snape's knowledge of the Slytherins being sneaks.

I walked towards the back end of the dungeon, towards a staircase that would take me straight to the second floor, I'd be less likely to get caught by a prefect, or a floating ghost.

As I was nearing the staircase my arm was suddenly yanked and I was being pulled into an empty classroom. My eyes opened wide, then everything was dark again, my eyes were covered with a blindfold. I couldn't see anymore.

They took my wand and I kept hearing it being thrown onto the floor. "It won't break!" A voice said.

Another answered, "Try stomping on it, or throwing curses at it! Are you that much of an idiot!"

An older voice then answered, "You're both idiots, you were already told that Goblin silver was protecting it. We'll burn it or something later. Once we're done with this filth."

A fourth voice arose, "Stop talking, we only have so long before Snape realizes that we're gone."

I guess they aren't smart enough to cast an invisibility spell.

Then I heard them all making noises of agreement, then one of them punched my side, and I fell over in pain, hearing the instant crack. I remembered this feeling, from when the bludger hit me, my ribs were broken.

I stood up, and pulled off the blindfold, and saw the Slytherin emblem on their robes, their faces were hiding in the shadows. I couldn't make out how many there were, my side hurt too much to focus. I swung towards a face, and made contact, but the person only laughed. I kicked another, and kept trying to fight, but they kept grabbing me and throwing me back to the floor.

Eventually, someone grabbed my hair, and picked me up by it, yanking on it, and making me dangle. This was too painful, but I couldn't let them think they were getting to me, I whispered, "Do you think that you can hurt me? I won't let you win."

They laughed at me, then one of them whispered mockingly in my ear, I felt their wand pointing at my hair,"Difindo!" then I dropped back to the floor, I stifled a cry.

I hadn't cut my hair ever in my life, except for a trim to prevent my split ends. My head felt lighter now, and I could feel the end of my hair touching my chin. My hair was one of the things I was the proudest of, and they had taken the length of it away. How could I try to be proud and stand up to them, if they cut my hair? I had to try.

I heard them get closer, and then I felt a kick to my chin, and blood running down my face.

They kept this up for a while, just kicking me around, when one of them said, "Diffindo," again, and I felt a cut to my side. I didn't want to give them the pleasure of knowing they were hurting me, but when I started hearing what they were planning on doing with me (including "breaking off all her limbs" and "turning her inside out.") I screamed out, "No! Please, don't!" Tears began going down my face. Then I felt another attack to my side.

"You filthy mudblood. You don't deserve to be in the ranks of Slytherin." I winced at another hit. "You scum. You dirty our house."

"I'm sorry!" They hit me again, this time someone cut my lip. "I didn't mean to!"

"You have no right to live. To be in our ranks." By this point, I too could agree death would be easier than this. I looked up at my kidnappers, another mistake. They punched me in the eye this time, my eye began to swell shut.

"I'm not a mudblood!" I tried to plead, although at this point, fighting was inevitable.

"We know the truth. You honestly thought that you could hide in the ranks of Slytherin, without us figuring out that you weren't really a descendant of Salazar Slytherin? It was a simple task really, and guess what we found out? The last person born to the last name Salazar was a boy, and he's a Ravenclaw, not under the name of Salazar anymore." They then kicked me again.

Another voice continued, "All we had to do was cast a truth spell on your closest friend, not Draco, you wouldn't be in his family if they knew. We spelled Fred Weasley, and he accidentally let it slip."

"After cursing him to write a letter to you to meet you, we obliviated him, and he went about his normal Gryffindor business." The oldest voice continued.

"To think that if not for Harm, we wouldn't have known to even think about finding a way to cut you out because of blood." The last voice chuckled.

I finally gave up on listening to them. I gave up on trying to talk to them. I gave up on resisting. There was no point anymore. They would kill me within the hour. I would bleed to death.

I couldn't be normal and just black out. I tuned out their voices. I could feel myself lying in a puddle of my own blood. That was when I heard footsteps from afar. I whispered, "Help me." Then felt another cut to my lips. Then suddenly their abuse became frantic and powerful, as If they wished to destroy me quickly. The pain was unbearable by this point, as if every bone in my body was broken.

The next thing I knew they were running away. One of them threw their cloak over me, an attempt to make me blend in with the blackness of the room. I heard professor Snape yelling at them to get back to bed as it was after curfew and that they shouldn't be having skirmishes with each other, he even took 5 points away. I had 5 attackers then, one point per each person being out past curfew.

'Help Snape. Take 6 points. I broke curfew too.' I silently pleaded, hoping he could help me.

If I hadn't of bruised so many of them before they captured me, then maybe the professor would have known of me lying in pain a few steps away from him.

Alas, no one came to my rescue. I laid on the cold stone floor, bruised and bleeding to death.

"Save. Me." I whispered out, begging someone to help me. I wish they hadn't of found out of my blood status.

If they hadn't of learned then I may still have a chance of living.

If I hadn't of made Harmony hate me so much over the Christmas break, they wouldn't have begun to question my blood status.

If I hadn't of ever told sweet Fred, then I may still be alive. If I hadn't of ever fallen for Fred, maybe I'd be alive, I wouldn't have left the dorm at midnight.

That was when, I blacked out.

Up Next: Epilogue, which (to save from epic suspense) will be posted once a few edits have been made (within a few hours).

So yes, this is still short, because I couldn't bear to hurt Vespera that much :'(

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