Story: The Journal of an Ex-Deatheater.
Author: Cele
Rating: G for now
Parings: No clue just yet.
Description: Cele never knew her mother and her father, working for the ministry, is being persecuted as a Deatheater. After her grandmother, her only guardian dies; she is sent to distant relatives. Now how on earth is she related to Cousin Draco and his mother and father? She receives her letter to Hogwarts to begin her academic career in magic; little did she know that this was also the start of an adventure that would take her straight to the Dark Lord's power and back again.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter, which belongs to the genus who created them, JK Rowling. Anything not in the original books or from Rowling's mind belongs to me.
Chapter 1 – A New Beginning
I sat in an empty compartment on the train watching the fields and small towns roll by. Mile by mile I was further away from my home and further from my father, whom was placed under tight security by the ministry. He was thrilled at the news of my acceptance into Hogwarts though he would rather I go to Durmstrang like he had. It mad me sad and angry when he told me he couldn't take me to Diagon Alley.
Sighing I looked away from the window in time to notice the door to my compartment sliding open. A boy of fifteen years, blond hair and gray eyes smirked at me. "So this is where you were hiding Cele." Draco drawled. "I'm hardly hiding Drac, I just don't want to associate myself with those dunderheads you call friends." Draco's smirk grew a little. "They may be dunderheads, but they are future Deatheaters and their father's believe that I will be able to improve their minds if they hang around me." Cele sighed again, "I didn't ask a question, and I still got a long winded explanation." Draco sat down in the empty seat across from me. "Look Cele, you're my cousin. I have to look out for you; I mean I don't want to end up as one of Professor Snape's potions ingredients after father skins me alive." "I didn't ask for your concern nor do I want it even if your father ordered it." "Hey, I would rather stay alive thank you." I rolled my eyes, "Always thinking of yourself." Draco turned to the window and murmured, "It's the easiest way to stay alive these days. Especially if you are going to school with that dumbass Potter and his to friends." I turned back to the window only to notice that the once blue sky was now pitch black.
Draco turned back to face his cousin only to find her staring out the window. He really did care about her, "Hell if she wasn't my cousin I would want her for a girlfriend." He thought. I just couldn't show how much he cared or his dignity would be tossed into a rubbish bin along with his intelligence and respect as a true Slytherin. He only hoped to make sure his cousin never befriends Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood.
-Hogsmeade Station-
"Alright Cele, remember you have to get into Slytherin. I mean every Malfoy who went to Hogwarts was in that house." Draco's voice rang in Celestiral's head, "and don't forget don't make friends with those Gryffindorks!" as he called them.
"Firs' years! First years over here!" once all the first years were gathered. The towering man looked at all of them and then replied, "alright this way to the boats." The booming voice belonged to none other than Hagrid, a half giant with wild black hair and beard. Though he wan not a proper professor, nor wizard at that, he taught Care of the Magical Creatures and was the Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Draco nor Lucius seemed to like him, but I didn't see why he looked like a very likeable person to me. I looked around and noticed the older students, including my cousin, were already gone.
The boat ride across the lake was wonderful, though I had gotten stuck in one with three other girls gossiping about boys, clothes, and makeup. 'Obviously muggle or half-bloods.' I had thought. The boats wound there way though a tunnel and stopped at a platform leading up to a large wooden door. Hagrid went up to it and knocked on it with his massive fist. He backed up as the door opened and revealed a woman wearing emerald green robes. "Here are the first years Professor McGonagall." The trip to the great hall was eventful, when Peeves showed up and played some nasty tricks. When McGonagall gathered her composure and threatened the poltergeist that he would have to deal with the Bloody Baron if he didn't leave them alone he flew off cursing up a storm. She led us on after checking to see if anyone got hurt.
-Sorting-
"Now remain here. I'll fetch you when we are ready for you." McGonagall told us after explaining the four houses and house points. It seemed like forever before she returned and in that entire time no one said a word. "Alright, we are ready for you." She smiled. We were lead toward the front of the room between two tables. Slytherin and Ravenclaw to the left and Gryffindor and Hufflepuff to the right. I caught a glance of a boy with untidy black hair and emerald green eyes. Next to him sat a red head and on the other side a girl with frizzy brown hair. That must be Harry Potter and his friends. I turned my attention to the Slytherin table. I caught the gaze of my cousin and noticed him pointing at me for his friends. I ignored them and returned my gaze back to the front. "As I call your name, please come up and sit on the stool. I will then place the sorting hat on your head." How time flies, I didn't even hear the poem the hat made up for us. Since I was probably going to be a while I shifted my gaze to the head table. The first person I saw was man with pale skin, black, greasy shoulder length hair, and black eyes. He wore black robes and seemed to be around six foot. 'That must be Professor Snape.' I continued down the table. Draco had taken the liberty of telling me all about the professors and that Snape was by far the best. 'Okay that must be the new Defense Professor, then that tiny one must be Flitwick, the pudgy one Sprout, the one with the cool eyes must be Hooch, and that must be where Professor McGonagall sits.' My gaze flickered over to the man sitting at the center. His long white hair and beard showing his age. 'Professor Dumbledore.' That's when I noticed he was looking back at me. I quickly look away just as my name was being called. "Malfoy, Celestrial." I took a deep breath and walked up to the front. I heard several Gryffindors groaning, "No! Not another Malfoy!" I clambered up the stool and sat down. McGonagall placed the hat on my head and I heard the voice in my mind. "Hmm… very interesting, oh another Malfoy. Well lets see what we have. Lots of courage, you have some smarts in you as will, and not to mention wit, but you are also cunning." After about 3 minutes afterwards the hat still did not make up it's mind. "Oh come on with it already! Just sort me!" my mind screamed.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"No please I'm sorry!" my mind screamed again. As the transfiguration teacher pulled the hat off of my head.
Now if I had known then as I know now that I was to play an important role in bringing together two rival houses in a battle that would change the wizarding world. Then I would have thought 'Yes!' Of course I could not see into the future then and still can't today so of course I was upset with my placement. As I approached the Slytherin table Draco stood up and grinned at me. "Alright Cele you have done the Malfoy family proud!" I of course decided to play along, I mean I was about to sit at a table with a bunch of Deatheaters in training. "Thank you Draco." I forced what I hoped was a passable smile. It worked and everyone turned back to the sorting. Taking a seat next to her cousin Cele looked up at the ceiling. Glad that she didn't have to face the older students yet. The enchanted ceiling showed how it looked out side and currently it was a clear night and the stars seemed to shine extra brightly.
Now, I didn't have anything against the Slytherin house, I actually liked all the houses. It was the students currently in the house of serpents that I didn't like. Most of them were young Deatheaters in training as their parents were in Voldermort's circles whether it be the inside or outside circles. I detested the Dark Lord and his views, but also knew that not all Slytherins are followers of the dark one. Some come from well respected families that would have nothing to do with You-Now-Who and most of their offspring agreed that he was bad news. These were people my Aunt and Uncle considered traitors to Voldermort and all that Slytherin stands for. The only reason I never wanted to be in that house was because I was now expected to join the dark side with my cousin and his friends. Uncle Lucius will not take no for an answer.
That's the end of chapter one. Though I think I rushed it to much. Oh, well what do you think?