Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the setting or background
facts. I do however own the main character girl, Andrea. I really do own
her. She is like me in so many ways, and I own myself so HA! Take that J.K
Rowling!
Author's Note: Ok, I had nothing better to do so I just went ahead and uploaded the sixth chapter even though I just uploaded the fifth. I actually have a bunch more chapters already written but I am uploading at a slow pace to let people catch up. Oh, and you know how Malfoy typically smirks? Well I have been tying to "smirk" for a while now but my friends say I always look constipated when I try so I gave up. But then I got back my school pictures and guess who was smirking? No, not Malfoy, ME! I actually smirked without even trying, and in my school picture that will go in the yearbook! I was so proud. I would smile but I have this face mask on and it hurts to smile. Maybe I should just smirk..
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Six
Andrea was woken by someone roughly shaking her. "Andie, Andie! Wake up! We have double Potions with Slytherin in the dungeons
in five minutes!" Harry and Ron were hovering over her. "What? What are you talking abou..... wait, what? We have potions with
Slytherin? What the hell for? What kind of a jackass made that decision? Oh
screw it. I don't have time to argue the British school system now. Lets go."
Andrea said, standing and grabbing her shoulder bag. They took off at a run to get to the dungeons, preferably before Snape as to
avoid losing Gryffindor points. They made it to the class with two minutes to spare. Gasping, the three heaved
sighs of relief at being on time, and chose some seats next to Hermione, who
rolled her eyes. Ron began, "that was a close..." but was interrupted by a
sinister voice booming from the front of the classroom. "MR. WEASLEY! Next time you, Potter, and your little girlfriend decide to
arrive late to my class, do not interrupt the whole class with your squeaky obnoxious voice! 15 points from Gryffindor!" Snape bellowed. A chorus of
snickers (A.N. as in the plural of snicker, the verb, as in to snicker. Not the candy bar.) could be heard from the Slytherin side of the room. Ron and Harry grumbled and flopped into their seats looking defeated. Andrea
could not believe how the professor was acting. And she, being the little
activist and nonconformist she is, stood up to him. "Hey, wait a second." Every head in the room turned to look at her. Snape
glared daggers into her. "That's not fair. We were here exactly two minutes
before class was scheduled to begin. And all of the clocks we checked,
including the one in the Great Hall, would agree with me. Those points were
unfairly taken." Andrea could see some definite fear in the Gryffindors' eyes, smugness in the
Slytherins, especially Draco, who she noticed was seated a few tables to the
left of her, and loathing from Snape. "Well, Ms. **Wilde**," Snape said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he
pronounced Wilde. 'Oh god, he knows,' Andrea thought. "My clock informed me that you three were a minute late for my class which you
then proceeded to further disrupt, as you are doing now," he replied
unctuously, assuming that was the final word. But Andrea wasn't going to let the subject drop that easily. "Well maybe
**Snape**," she said his name just as annoyingly as he had done and everyone
gasped at how rudely and disrespectfully she addressed him, "you should get a
new clock, because clearly, it isn't working too well considering yours seems
to be the only one that doesn't have the correct time." Snape was fuming. "20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! AND TWO DETENTIONS FOR YOUR
INAPPROPRIATE TONE WHEN SPEAKING TO A PROFESSOR. YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!" Andrea wasn't fazed in the least. "Oh **I** am out of line? Right. You're the
adult who is being a complete Nazi," none of the students understood the
reference, "and taking points when it is so obviously unjust! And how can you
stand there and talk to me about being inappropriate? Aren't you supposed to
be the adult here? Why don't you start acting like it? Where I come from,
teachers would be fired for talking and acting to students the way you do and I have barely
even known you for five minutes!" Andrea began to reconsider her outburst. Although, it was true. He had acted completely inappropriately for a teacher, not to mention for an adult. He had the reasoning of a spoiled mean child. And she couldn't expect to survive the school year with him acting that way and being so biased. She just had to put him in his place, and what better time to do so than the first day, when all her mistakes can be excused by the fact that she is new, and from America. Snape was clearly beyond caring how new she was to the school and country. "THAT"S JUST ABOUT ENOUGH MS. WILDE! 50 points from Gryffindor and FOUR detentions! Come with me!" He took her arm roughly and she cried out in pain. Her arms, though covered sufficiently so no one would notice, bore many long cuts across them. Her earlier friends had asked her if she was abused. Abused? No, well not really. Abuse, but self inflicted abuse. She got in the habit of cutting herself beginning freshman year. She was always a happy girl, for the most part. Had lots of friends, a great mom. Yet she was depressed often. And freshman year, in the first few weeks, she suffered a lot of blows. They may not seem huge in comparison to more recent events, however, added up, it amounted to a week of severe depression in which she didn't eat, do homework, contribute to discussions, or anything. She looked at her future wondering why am I doing all this and where is my life leading, and all variables looked bad. Nothing seemed worth it. She wanted to die. She became numb to everything. Eventually she needed to feel again, and her savior was cutting. She slowly healed herself, internally, but continued cutting. Even as her life reached best moments, she kept cutting. Andrea liked the way the long red marks looked on her skin, crisscrossing and interweaving. It was like art to her. The cat, her continual excuse, was eventually reputed to be a devil cat and people suggested she get rid of it. No, she wouldn't do that. They all knew she cut, and they wanted to do something about it, but they knew if they told the guidance counselor or anything, she would just deny it, rebel against them and block them off from herself. So they tried to leave it alone, as long as the cuts didn't get too bad, and they had fun together, until the crazy boyfriend entered the scene. So now, as Professor Snape grasped her arm, pain shot through it. There were new cuts from last night. She didn't even remember doing it anymore. He led her to an empty hall with two stone gargoyles in front. He muttered a password quietly and the gargoyles jumped aside. Snape led her in and up a spiraling staircase to Dumbledore's office. Andrea was seated in a chair outside a door, told to stay put, and left alone as Snape talked with the headmaster, she assumed. About seven minutes later he reappeared from the office and informed her, with a smug expression on his face, that she could see the headmaster now. "Good," she said indignantly, "then I can question his reasons for keeping such a rude man on staff. There is really no place for you in the teaching world. Go be a death eater or something. Clearly you are not cut out to be a professor." Snape's face went pale as she made this remark. 'Did that cut a bit too close to home?' she wondered. "In. Now!" was all the professor could get out before he stormed out. Andrea smiled to herself. He was a death eater, wasn't he?
Andrea walked into a grand office with a large desk in the middle and what she recognized as the Sorting Hat behind it. At the large desk was seated Professor Dumbledore smiling kindly with a glint in his eyes. "Good morning Andrea. Please, take a seat," he said calmly. "Thank you," Andrea responded and cautiously took a seat. She was fully prepared to face a stern, angry Headmaster. But this she hadn't expected. He was being extraordinarily nice to her considering the circumstances. "How have you been adjusting to the new environment Ms. Wilde?" Dumbledore asked politely. Andrea chuckled, "obviously not as well as I had hoped." Dumbledore laughed as well. "Is it a British thing to have such biased professors? Or is it just magical schools? I haven't really spent all that much time in them before." Dumbledore smiled and replied, "yes, judging by your little performance this morning, I would say that you are used to things a bit different at your past school, besides the obvious, that is. For example, the standards of the ****** of professors and students is different. I'm sure in America students are encouraged to speak up if they believe a teacher is acting inappropriately. And here, we also encourage it, however, the way you go about that is expected to be a little more..shall we say, tactful than how you did. I am not angry with you, actually rather amused, however, next time you have a problem with a professor, I would prefer you come to me about it instead of belittling them in front of the class." Andrea nodded. "Now, to address Professor Snape, he is, I will admit, rather biased towards Slytherins. He is their Head of House. And I have asked him to be a little more forgiving, although it really is not in his nature. However, Professor Snape is a large asset to the Hogwarts community. He is an excellent teacher at potions, and he is a generally important to the safety of the school," Dumbledore continued, "Your point has not been forgotten though. I will talk to him more about it, and hopefully get him to give back the lost points and drop a few detentions." "Oh, I don't mind about the detentions. I am fully prepared to pay the price for my actions. Although, I am not used to having my screw-ups affect others. Pretty good system you got there. Makes one think twice about breaking the rules knowing it'll affect the entire house as well. I will have to get used to that, as much as I would prefer only myself to suffer. Oh and just so you know Professor, in America, I probably would have been punished harshly if I pulled a little stunt like that as well. I knew perfectly well not to, I just cant stand the thought of spending not only a school day, but the rest of my days as well near such a predisposed teacher. And I figured, why not put him in hid place on the first day?" Andrea smiled mischievously. Dumbledore laughed heartily. Then he added thoughtfully, "You know Ms. Wilde, you have a streak of your father in you," he noticed the grim expression her face attained and assured her, "that is before his darker days. But, you have so much more too. He was never willing to pay the penalty for his decisions. You have something he lacked, courage." Andrea smiled weakly and stood to leave. "Thank you professor." "Yes, of course. Enjoy the rest of your day Ms. Wilde." Andrea let herself out of his office and found her way back to the dungeon classroom. She opened the door to find the eyes of everyone in the room shoot to look at her. She smiled broadly, proving she wasn't in trouble and turned to smirk at Snape. The Slytherin all sneered or sighed disappointedly while the Gryffindors smiled and made sighs of approval and victory over Slytherin. Andrea took her seat and turned deliberately to smirk at Draco. He glared venomously at her and she turned back to the front of the class and began copying the notes she had missed off the board. When class ended, all the Gryffindors gathered around her and asked her excitedly what happened and did you see Snape's face. The Slytherins sneered but most slowly packed their bags and secretly tried to catch every word. Andrea told them, "Well, we talked about how standard for student/teacher behavior might be somewhat different here from what I am used to and I told him that no, I would most likely be suspended for what I said at my old school, I just wanted to have some fun and put Snape in his place right off the bat." Someone gasped and asked, "and what did he say to that?" Andrea smiled and replied, "Oh, I don't remember exactly. He offered to have the points given back, which I accepted, and the detentions dropped, but I informed him that I did consider the consequences of what I said before I said it and I am fully prepared to pay the price." Malfoy, still hanging around in the back, smirked at this. 'So the little bitch is going to have detention her first week? That'll be useful if I want to get my revenge and show her what it really means to be a Malfoy. Maybe I can "earn points" and offer to "help Snape" and proctor her detentions. This could be fun..' Almost as if she sensed his presence, Andrea turned and smiled victoriously at him. 'Oh you smile now, my little dove, but wait until I get you alone. Lets see who smile then, shall we?'
The rest of her classes passed by rather uneventfully. No more dramas in the classroom; just boring teachers that simply could not hold her attention for very long. One class did captivate her however; Divination. Andrea found she had a knack for reading the stars and finding her inner eye. Hermione thought it all was absolute bull, but Andrea believed it. She couldn't afford not to. Andrea went to lunch with the others, but only picked at her food and sat thinking. She began to remember her friends back home, how she had shut them off after her mother was killed. How she warned them not to hang around her for fear they may be harmed. Sure, Ephraim had left, disappeared after he attempted and failed to kill her, but who's to say her friends weren't still in danger? Andrea could not handle the responsibility of another death on her conscience. Andrea thought about Charlotte, and Bobby, and her best friend since third grade, Taylor. They had all been so worried about her. They really did care, and she just blew them off. 'I miss them, a lot. I miss home. I want to go home. I want my mother. I don't like it here. The food sucks, the teachers are fascists, the boys are rude, ok, sexy too, I'll grant them that, but rude, I don't have my own room, and there is no escape from school, I freakin' live in it! At least last year I could survive because I had a home to go to every night away from school and my own room to think in and get away from the world. My school and home were totally separate, and I liked it that way. I spent a certain amount of time each week away from school, and that's the only way I survived. Also, if I spent all my time around my friends, I would end up hating most of them. Why did I decide to come here? No, I know why. To get away from the life that no longer held me. If my mom isn't there, it isn't a home? I don't have any sisters or brothers. No real father. What was keeping me there? Nothing except friends who I couldn't even look in the eye. No, I made the right choice. I have been here no longer than a day and I have already begun to heal. This was the right decision.' She noticed Malfoy in the corner talking to Professor Snape who nodded in agreement to something, and walk away. Malfoy turned and smirked at Andrea before he strode out of the dinning hall. 'Or maybe, it wasn't,' Andrea reconsidered.
AN: I hope you all liked that one. I had fun writing it. Hahaha, humiliating Snape is always enjoyable.
Author's Note: Ok, I had nothing better to do so I just went ahead and uploaded the sixth chapter even though I just uploaded the fifth. I actually have a bunch more chapters already written but I am uploading at a slow pace to let people catch up. Oh, and you know how Malfoy typically smirks? Well I have been tying to "smirk" for a while now but my friends say I always look constipated when I try so I gave up. But then I got back my school pictures and guess who was smirking? No, not Malfoy, ME! I actually smirked without even trying, and in my school picture that will go in the yearbook! I was so proud. I would smile but I have this face mask on and it hurts to smile. Maybe I should just smirk..
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Six
Andrea was woken by someone roughly shaking her. "Andie, Andie! Wake up! We have double Potions with Slytherin in the dungeons
in five minutes!" Harry and Ron were hovering over her. "What? What are you talking abou..... wait, what? We have potions with
Slytherin? What the hell for? What kind of a jackass made that decision? Oh
screw it. I don't have time to argue the British school system now. Lets go."
Andrea said, standing and grabbing her shoulder bag. They took off at a run to get to the dungeons, preferably before Snape as to
avoid losing Gryffindor points. They made it to the class with two minutes to spare. Gasping, the three heaved
sighs of relief at being on time, and chose some seats next to Hermione, who
rolled her eyes. Ron began, "that was a close..." but was interrupted by a
sinister voice booming from the front of the classroom. "MR. WEASLEY! Next time you, Potter, and your little girlfriend decide to
arrive late to my class, do not interrupt the whole class with your squeaky obnoxious voice! 15 points from Gryffindor!" Snape bellowed. A chorus of
snickers (A.N. as in the plural of snicker, the verb, as in to snicker. Not the candy bar.) could be heard from the Slytherin side of the room. Ron and Harry grumbled and flopped into their seats looking defeated. Andrea
could not believe how the professor was acting. And she, being the little
activist and nonconformist she is, stood up to him. "Hey, wait a second." Every head in the room turned to look at her. Snape
glared daggers into her. "That's not fair. We were here exactly two minutes
before class was scheduled to begin. And all of the clocks we checked,
including the one in the Great Hall, would agree with me. Those points were
unfairly taken." Andrea could see some definite fear in the Gryffindors' eyes, smugness in the
Slytherins, especially Draco, who she noticed was seated a few tables to the
left of her, and loathing from Snape. "Well, Ms. **Wilde**," Snape said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he
pronounced Wilde. 'Oh god, he knows,' Andrea thought. "My clock informed me that you three were a minute late for my class which you
then proceeded to further disrupt, as you are doing now," he replied
unctuously, assuming that was the final word. But Andrea wasn't going to let the subject drop that easily. "Well maybe
**Snape**," she said his name just as annoyingly as he had done and everyone
gasped at how rudely and disrespectfully she addressed him, "you should get a
new clock, because clearly, it isn't working too well considering yours seems
to be the only one that doesn't have the correct time." Snape was fuming. "20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! AND TWO DETENTIONS FOR YOUR
INAPPROPRIATE TONE WHEN SPEAKING TO A PROFESSOR. YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!" Andrea wasn't fazed in the least. "Oh **I** am out of line? Right. You're the
adult who is being a complete Nazi," none of the students understood the
reference, "and taking points when it is so obviously unjust! And how can you
stand there and talk to me about being inappropriate? Aren't you supposed to
be the adult here? Why don't you start acting like it? Where I come from,
teachers would be fired for talking and acting to students the way you do and I have barely
even known you for five minutes!" Andrea began to reconsider her outburst. Although, it was true. He had acted completely inappropriately for a teacher, not to mention for an adult. He had the reasoning of a spoiled mean child. And she couldn't expect to survive the school year with him acting that way and being so biased. She just had to put him in his place, and what better time to do so than the first day, when all her mistakes can be excused by the fact that she is new, and from America. Snape was clearly beyond caring how new she was to the school and country. "THAT"S JUST ABOUT ENOUGH MS. WILDE! 50 points from Gryffindor and FOUR detentions! Come with me!" He took her arm roughly and she cried out in pain. Her arms, though covered sufficiently so no one would notice, bore many long cuts across them. Her earlier friends had asked her if she was abused. Abused? No, well not really. Abuse, but self inflicted abuse. She got in the habit of cutting herself beginning freshman year. She was always a happy girl, for the most part. Had lots of friends, a great mom. Yet she was depressed often. And freshman year, in the first few weeks, she suffered a lot of blows. They may not seem huge in comparison to more recent events, however, added up, it amounted to a week of severe depression in which she didn't eat, do homework, contribute to discussions, or anything. She looked at her future wondering why am I doing all this and where is my life leading, and all variables looked bad. Nothing seemed worth it. She wanted to die. She became numb to everything. Eventually she needed to feel again, and her savior was cutting. She slowly healed herself, internally, but continued cutting. Even as her life reached best moments, she kept cutting. Andrea liked the way the long red marks looked on her skin, crisscrossing and interweaving. It was like art to her. The cat, her continual excuse, was eventually reputed to be a devil cat and people suggested she get rid of it. No, she wouldn't do that. They all knew she cut, and they wanted to do something about it, but they knew if they told the guidance counselor or anything, she would just deny it, rebel against them and block them off from herself. So they tried to leave it alone, as long as the cuts didn't get too bad, and they had fun together, until the crazy boyfriend entered the scene. So now, as Professor Snape grasped her arm, pain shot through it. There were new cuts from last night. She didn't even remember doing it anymore. He led her to an empty hall with two stone gargoyles in front. He muttered a password quietly and the gargoyles jumped aside. Snape led her in and up a spiraling staircase to Dumbledore's office. Andrea was seated in a chair outside a door, told to stay put, and left alone as Snape talked with the headmaster, she assumed. About seven minutes later he reappeared from the office and informed her, with a smug expression on his face, that she could see the headmaster now. "Good," she said indignantly, "then I can question his reasons for keeping such a rude man on staff. There is really no place for you in the teaching world. Go be a death eater or something. Clearly you are not cut out to be a professor." Snape's face went pale as she made this remark. 'Did that cut a bit too close to home?' she wondered. "In. Now!" was all the professor could get out before he stormed out. Andrea smiled to herself. He was a death eater, wasn't he?
Andrea walked into a grand office with a large desk in the middle and what she recognized as the Sorting Hat behind it. At the large desk was seated Professor Dumbledore smiling kindly with a glint in his eyes. "Good morning Andrea. Please, take a seat," he said calmly. "Thank you," Andrea responded and cautiously took a seat. She was fully prepared to face a stern, angry Headmaster. But this she hadn't expected. He was being extraordinarily nice to her considering the circumstances. "How have you been adjusting to the new environment Ms. Wilde?" Dumbledore asked politely. Andrea chuckled, "obviously not as well as I had hoped." Dumbledore laughed as well. "Is it a British thing to have such biased professors? Or is it just magical schools? I haven't really spent all that much time in them before." Dumbledore smiled and replied, "yes, judging by your little performance this morning, I would say that you are used to things a bit different at your past school, besides the obvious, that is. For example, the standards of the ****** of professors and students is different. I'm sure in America students are encouraged to speak up if they believe a teacher is acting inappropriately. And here, we also encourage it, however, the way you go about that is expected to be a little more..shall we say, tactful than how you did. I am not angry with you, actually rather amused, however, next time you have a problem with a professor, I would prefer you come to me about it instead of belittling them in front of the class." Andrea nodded. "Now, to address Professor Snape, he is, I will admit, rather biased towards Slytherins. He is their Head of House. And I have asked him to be a little more forgiving, although it really is not in his nature. However, Professor Snape is a large asset to the Hogwarts community. He is an excellent teacher at potions, and he is a generally important to the safety of the school," Dumbledore continued, "Your point has not been forgotten though. I will talk to him more about it, and hopefully get him to give back the lost points and drop a few detentions." "Oh, I don't mind about the detentions. I am fully prepared to pay the price for my actions. Although, I am not used to having my screw-ups affect others. Pretty good system you got there. Makes one think twice about breaking the rules knowing it'll affect the entire house as well. I will have to get used to that, as much as I would prefer only myself to suffer. Oh and just so you know Professor, in America, I probably would have been punished harshly if I pulled a little stunt like that as well. I knew perfectly well not to, I just cant stand the thought of spending not only a school day, but the rest of my days as well near such a predisposed teacher. And I figured, why not put him in hid place on the first day?" Andrea smiled mischievously. Dumbledore laughed heartily. Then he added thoughtfully, "You know Ms. Wilde, you have a streak of your father in you," he noticed the grim expression her face attained and assured her, "that is before his darker days. But, you have so much more too. He was never willing to pay the penalty for his decisions. You have something he lacked, courage." Andrea smiled weakly and stood to leave. "Thank you professor." "Yes, of course. Enjoy the rest of your day Ms. Wilde." Andrea let herself out of his office and found her way back to the dungeon classroom. She opened the door to find the eyes of everyone in the room shoot to look at her. She smiled broadly, proving she wasn't in trouble and turned to smirk at Snape. The Slytherin all sneered or sighed disappointedly while the Gryffindors smiled and made sighs of approval and victory over Slytherin. Andrea took her seat and turned deliberately to smirk at Draco. He glared venomously at her and she turned back to the front of the class and began copying the notes she had missed off the board. When class ended, all the Gryffindors gathered around her and asked her excitedly what happened and did you see Snape's face. The Slytherins sneered but most slowly packed their bags and secretly tried to catch every word. Andrea told them, "Well, we talked about how standard for student/teacher behavior might be somewhat different here from what I am used to and I told him that no, I would most likely be suspended for what I said at my old school, I just wanted to have some fun and put Snape in his place right off the bat." Someone gasped and asked, "and what did he say to that?" Andrea smiled and replied, "Oh, I don't remember exactly. He offered to have the points given back, which I accepted, and the detentions dropped, but I informed him that I did consider the consequences of what I said before I said it and I am fully prepared to pay the price." Malfoy, still hanging around in the back, smirked at this. 'So the little bitch is going to have detention her first week? That'll be useful if I want to get my revenge and show her what it really means to be a Malfoy. Maybe I can "earn points" and offer to "help Snape" and proctor her detentions. This could be fun..' Almost as if she sensed his presence, Andrea turned and smiled victoriously at him. 'Oh you smile now, my little dove, but wait until I get you alone. Lets see who smile then, shall we?'
The rest of her classes passed by rather uneventfully. No more dramas in the classroom; just boring teachers that simply could not hold her attention for very long. One class did captivate her however; Divination. Andrea found she had a knack for reading the stars and finding her inner eye. Hermione thought it all was absolute bull, but Andrea believed it. She couldn't afford not to. Andrea went to lunch with the others, but only picked at her food and sat thinking. She began to remember her friends back home, how she had shut them off after her mother was killed. How she warned them not to hang around her for fear they may be harmed. Sure, Ephraim had left, disappeared after he attempted and failed to kill her, but who's to say her friends weren't still in danger? Andrea could not handle the responsibility of another death on her conscience. Andrea thought about Charlotte, and Bobby, and her best friend since third grade, Taylor. They had all been so worried about her. They really did care, and she just blew them off. 'I miss them, a lot. I miss home. I want to go home. I want my mother. I don't like it here. The food sucks, the teachers are fascists, the boys are rude, ok, sexy too, I'll grant them that, but rude, I don't have my own room, and there is no escape from school, I freakin' live in it! At least last year I could survive because I had a home to go to every night away from school and my own room to think in and get away from the world. My school and home were totally separate, and I liked it that way. I spent a certain amount of time each week away from school, and that's the only way I survived. Also, if I spent all my time around my friends, I would end up hating most of them. Why did I decide to come here? No, I know why. To get away from the life that no longer held me. If my mom isn't there, it isn't a home? I don't have any sisters or brothers. No real father. What was keeping me there? Nothing except friends who I couldn't even look in the eye. No, I made the right choice. I have been here no longer than a day and I have already begun to heal. This was the right decision.' She noticed Malfoy in the corner talking to Professor Snape who nodded in agreement to something, and walk away. Malfoy turned and smirked at Andrea before he strode out of the dinning hall. 'Or maybe, it wasn't,' Andrea reconsidered.
AN: I hope you all liked that one. I had fun writing it. Hahaha, humiliating Snape is always enjoyable.