Chapter 7

1 September 1991
Alright. Niko got into Ravenclaw and is still very mad at me, which I do not blame her after what I did. But I pity anyone in Ravenclaw. Niko's temper is usually directed towards everyone, not just one person. No to mention, it's quite a bad one too, if you get the full blast of it.
On a happier note, I am now a Slytherin. Can you believe it? Only purebloods get into this house and I am defiantly not pureblood. Of course, my housemates must not find out about this. If they did, I'd be treated worse than a muggleborn in Gryffindor, like that Hermione Granger, who also just started at Hogwarts and is very smart. Almost too smart for her own good. Not to mention she's very annoying. She asked me about five times on the train ride here if I had seen some loser's toad, which I had not.
And speaking of train, I need to finish what I started earlier, don't I? Alright. Here's what happened...

My smile faded quickly when Draco whispered, "Those red heads are Weasleys. A poor excuse for wizards, if you ask me. And the other kid must be Harry Potter. But who's the girl?"
"Who knows?" I whispered back hoping Niko didn't hear. Smirking, I looked at her and the red heads around her and said, "Trying to make yourselves famous, hanging around with Harry Potter?"
"Unlike you, Nissa, I'm actually trying to be nice to people. I actually want friends," Niko replied shortly.
"Who would be friends with you, Niko?" I shot back.
"Plenty of people. At least I don't go around friends with slime balls like this one!" She pointed to Draco and I quickly grabbed his arm to keep in away while Niko's friends stepped in front of her.
Draco shook me off and walked up to Harry Potter. "My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he started but was interrupted by a snort from one of the red heads. Draco shot him a glare. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley." The boy's face became as red as his hair. Draco turned back to Potter. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, Harry Potter. I can help you there." He held out his hand, but Harry said, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
I pulled on Draco's arm, trying to get him to leave before anything worse than this started. "C'mon, Draco," I said, then looking quickly at Niko added, "You don't want to be in the same compartment as a Mudblood, do you?" using the term used as an insult towards muggleborns. Draco looked at me surprised and I heard Niko gasp, but I don't think anyone else heard, though. I knew now Niko would never forgive me for whatever i had done to her that day. And before anyone could respond, I turned and walked out the door to find a compartment to myself. When anyone came by, I just glared at them until they left.

Well, that's all I can remember as of now. It is quite late and I must get some sleep so I am able to stay awake in class tomorrow. I hope Niko never tells anyone I'm muggleborn. Because if she does, I will leave this place and never come back until I'm strong enough to fight my enemies alone. Good -night.
Nissa