A/N: Okay it's been forever since I updated and yes I do remember saying that this would be up after I got back from watching Chamber of Secrets, but tickets were sold out for all the morning and afternoon showings so my brother and I ended up with 10:00 p.m. tickets for the movie. With it running for 2 hours and 45 minutes I didn't get back to the house till 1:30 a.m. After that I completely forgot to update. That and I have a new hobby that takes up most of my computer time anymore. I will continue updating as often as I can and hopefully get this entire saga up and running.
Journal of an Ex-Deatheater
Title: Childhood's Memory
Rated: Still G
Pairings: It seems I paired our dear old Potions Master with a Mary-Sue, but Kathrine James' story will come later in the saga where she is the main character.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine, just barrowing them for a little fun at my own pleasure.
Chapter 3~ Childhood's Memories, Laughter, and Nightmares
I remember a lot of things from my childhood that I have shared with my father. Learning to tie my shoes, my first broom ride when I was 6, and the first time I was able to read by myself. I have those wonderful memories, but I know Harry Potter never had those kinds of memories. He grew up never really knowing his parents and I had my father, when he was actually at home for once. Never knowing or seeing your parents, except through photographs, must be really hard.
Celestrial looked over at the Gryffindor with messy black hair. She felt sorry for him and though she was supposed to hate him she couldn't bring herself to do that. She wanted to become friends with him rather than becoming her cousin incarnate. Celest thought that being mean to someone just because they were in a rival house wasn't right and had proved her opinion by becoming best friends with Samantha Hileson a Gryffindor from the same year. Even know she could hear the dirty blond Gryffindor's laughter in the Great Hall.
Breakfast was the same as usual. Slytherins older than Cele ignored her except for a few insults directed at her choice in friends, but of course she chose to ignore them. Spearing her scrambled eggs with her fork she heard someone stop behind her.
"We need to talk."
Celestrial grimaced then turned and looked at her cousin in the eye. His eyes were stone cold and looked as though there was something more going on than the usual lecture on her choice of friends.
Cele narrowed her eyes, "About what?"
"About something that can't be talked about here." He hissed. Then turning on his heal left the Great Hall. Cele sighed this won't be good. Though I do remember a lot of times the talks with Draco were never good. Celest quickly got up and began heading towards the entrance. Before she walked out she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. Turning around she saw Snape staring at her. Not only the teacher, but also the entire Gryffindor table.
"Great." She muttered before heading out.
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*2 days later
"So Cele …what was up with you and your cousin that day in the Great Hall?"
Celestrial began wracking her brain trying to figure out what Samantha could be talking about. Then it hit her.
"Oh! That was nothing, just telling me how much I am a disgrace to the Malfoy name for becoming friends with you and a bunch of Gryffindorks as he put it."
She was lying. Draco's talk was of a completely different nature, but Celest didn't want to talk about it with Sam.
"I wish they would stop harassing us like that!" Reece growled out while he and Darius chomped on the chocolate frogs Darius' parents had sent.
"I do to, but we can't let them get to us." Celest retorted.
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"No dad, tell them they are wrong tell them you're not a Deatheater!" Cele screamed.
Jared Malfoy just smiled at her then mouthed out I love you and to be good. Lucius placed a hand on her shoulder. Cele tried to shrug it off and run to her father, but Lucius gripped her shoulder harder and snaked the other around her waist to keep her from running.
"Celestrial let it go your father is a good man and the Ministry will see their mistake pay for it later."
Cele stopped struggling and slumped against her uncle crying.
Celest bolted straight up in her bed. Realizing she was in the Slytherin 1st year girl's dormitory she started to breath heavily. It was all a dream, a bad one, but a dream none the less.
A/N: Okay it's really short, but hey it's up. This chapter is for Alarun, who wanted to see this story updated more than anything. Thanks for the reviews Alarun and can't wait to see more chapters for your story!