Hello! This is the first fiction I ever write so please if you could be kind to tell me how I'm doing would be great! Im taking things slow for now but plans are there will be dramione, there will be drama and there will be smut. Have a good read ︎

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Chapter 1: Number 4

I didn't know moments could be paralyzing before, but since six year my entire life was. Even my trail of thoughts was like a scared mouse, only going where it was pushed. It was like there were invisible Dementors in my mind. For one thing, I never wanted to die, in fact the problem was I was terrified of dying, that's exactly why I acted the way I did, I was pushing everyday, trying to have courage, not like a bloody Gryffindor, in fact that wasn't even courage, I was in my most Slytherin self, doing what it takes to make it.

"Chocolate my dear ?"

The same old lady stands in my cabin's door and the number three pops up in my mind. Not as in three chocolates but as she is the third person I meet in person who survived the war. Mother was first, Theodore Nott was second and she was third. Mother and I were in house arrest together, after the first month she invited Theo to keep us company. Theo only had his father, and like mine, he was sent to prison. Oh yea, father is in Azkaban, I can't decide if I wish I could see him or not considering his status as Death Eater to the wizarding world and traitor to half of Azkaban and Dementors, that I think is a a posicion worse than death, that's why I decided he didn't count as a survivor.

"My dear"

I didn't realize I hadn't answer her yet

"Just one chocolate frog"

Two things feel foreigner to me, one is hearing my voice out loud, so composed, like all things were the same. Second is the way she handles me the chocolate as I pay her, with a warm smile. I haven't seen many people in the last couple of months, but since mother told me I was required to go to Hogwards a welcoming smile certainly wasn't on my list of probable reactions, hell, it never was!

fuck. When did buying chocolate become a whole experience?

The old lady goes away and I open the chocolate, the wizard in the card is none other than Harry Fucking Potter

I swear I could almost laugh right now, if there was anyone here they could testify to see me even smirk. The last time I saw Potter he was fighting Voldemort, however he was present in mine and my mother's trial. That day I stared at the ground endlessly as he testified in favor of me and my mother. How fucking ironic, Saint Potter being my fucking savior? If I ever learned anything in muggle studies I believe that would be called poetic justice. Muggle studies triggered me, bad memories flashed in my mind

Charity Burbage being killed in my house, in the dining table I was seated in

Charity Burbage being eaten in the dining table I was seated in

And than muggles in particular remind to one of least favorite scenes

Hermione Granger being tortured in the Malfoy manor living room

By my aunt in my living room.

My aunt

My House

Hermione Granger

All things familiar except a number of curses and torture was involved

"Drake?"

Theo's voice brought me back

"We didn't even leave the station yet, mate, let's go easy"

Theo was good company, Theo was one of those people who instead of growing into the person who raised him grows into the very opposite. His father was one of the most cruel and most loyal death eaters to ever be, my dad acted on convenience, Theo's dad acted out of pure disregard of other people's life. Not that I would ever say that out loud but his presence was the closest thing to a good atmosphere I knew now.

'What took you so long? though you had run away or something, got stuck in the bathroom?"

"Never though jokes would be your coping mechanism"

Another smirk on my face, this was going better than I thought it would, but then again this was the first fifteen minutes and like Theo said we didn't even leave the station yet

"Sod off Nott"

Our curtains were closed and Theo peeked through the little space we left open

"Can't believe we here"

I smile because most of all, the best thing about Theo's company, no matter how different we were, was he knew how it felt.

"I'm starting to regret arriving this fucking early just so we didn't have to see anyone, it is pointless since we all going to the same fucking place"

"You don't mean that, you would be caught dead entering this full train"

He is fucking right

"Besides that wasn't my idea Drake"

Point to Nott, lucky me he is on my side.