Disclaimer: All characters, except for Manda and Roger and any other character that aren't in the Harry Potter books (basically my characters, and my characters are mine), belong to JK.

Unheard Thoughts

Manda sat up in bed early the next morning. There were seven other beds in the room, quite crowded in her opinion. She decided that she would have to make her own room eventually, it's not that hard, but it normally takes some time.

 Last night they talked a little bit about Hogwarts, but mostly about Roger's dad, Mr. Sampson. So its true…his dad is in Azkaban. I can't believe it. I wonder how they caught him. I hope they didn't find anything out. They probably did, unless Mr. Sampson remembered to cast the spell on himself to overpower truth potions, but knowing his father he didn't. It's not like he would have known much, he's not as high up as me, or even his own son, regardless of his age. We've been Death Eaters longer. Both of us become them at young ages, me at seven, Roger at nine. I was the youngest Death Eater ever, but I had more power and knowledge than most of the people in there, even at seven. It was easy back then, always has been actually. Recruiting people was easy, and I was one of the main sources of information, my dad being the Minister of Magic in America.

He's so ignorant. I was practicing dark arts under his nose for years, and he didn't even suspect me. Of course he never really trusted me, who would? Who would trust a Hertspen? Nobody who knows anything about them that's for sure...they're "dangerous" and "scary"…right, that's the entire reason he even adopted me. Because I was one, it made him seem considerate of other creatures, who wouldn't think adopting a two-year-old Ice Hertspen who was separated from her parents because they are "Dangerous".

Screw them. Screw them all. The only plus of being the so called "daughter" of the minister was that they didn't make me get tested when I was five to see if I would be a danger to society like practically all of my kind. Oh yes, you can really tell when somebody is five whether they will grow up to be a nice kind person, or a vicious killer! I probably wouldn't have passed, they're always afraid of someone who might have more power then them.

They haven't let me visit the places that they keep all of my kind. The entire population of us is on three small islands. We're treated worse then slaves. We're tortured. If one tiny rule is broken, like chewing gum before noon, no less then the person and the person's family die. If it's a larger crime, sometimes the neighbours are killed too, or the friends. And the way they kill them is horrible, it's like they we aren't even alive…not good enough to even deserve to be on the planet for more then one second of our lives. The way they're killed is painful too. Burning them is one of the more common ways, and because of how we're built, it hurts more then burning humans, and it lasts longer. What's worse of all of that is that they make the rest of the people eat the others once killed. It's the only food they're allowed. Something has to be done about that, just because our kind is born with more power then humans, doesn't mean we deserve that.

If they could use their power on the islands, they would all be free by now, but no. The Ministry figured out how to make our power inaccessible before everyone was put there. We have stronger magic then them, and yet they still figured out how to stop it. As long as we're on the island, we're as harmless as flies, and have less magical power then Muggles. They say it will make us better. How? How will torturing us and having the only chance to get off of the island when you are five make us better? Five! Unless you happen to be adopted by someone with power, like let's say, the Minister of Magic.

I barely even remember my parents; they killed them after they took me. They killed them, so that if I wanted them, they could tell me they were dead. Did they tell me why they were dead? No. Of course not. They told me they died because they were old. Old. Right. Old. It wasn't until I was eight and a half that I realized all they had ever told me were lies. Because that's what they like to do. Lie to me, hide my past, yes, I knew what I was. But I didn't really know what I was. I didn't know what was actually done to Hertsperns…

"I don't—" grumbled someone in the room, throwing Manda out of her thought process.

 It's always like that, the same confused jumble that all seems to make sense at the time, but never afterwards. She got up and dressed then looked at her schedule. Potions was first. Roger mentioned that that was a good class for Slytherins. Well. It should be breakfast by now.

Manda went down the stairs and saw Roger sitting in the common room in one of the chairs. When he saw her he smiled and then got up.

"Good mornin'" He said.

 They left the common room together and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. All the tables except Slytherin were mostly full. I guess we're not morning people, maybe it would be a good idea to skip Breakfast, except for the fact that I was up before everyone else anyways.

She sat down at the table again, in the middle this time, next to Roger. There were only seven others there, and she recognized three besides Roger. There was Draco Malfoy, not yet a Death Eater, but because of his father had been to a few of the meetings. God, I hate him…she thought seeing the next person, Jonathan Kensaer. Manda stared blankly at him until he notices her.

"Oh my God! Manda! What the hell are you doing here?" he asks, shaken.

"It wasn't my choice, and if I had known you were here, I would have killed myself before coming. Thanks for making my life hell." She replied, smiling a fake smile.

"Oh, you're so welcome, I'm glad you came." He said, returning the smile.

She rolled her eyes and started ignoring him, like she normally did, and looks at the last person. Jessica Sepentina.