LIFE OF SHADOWS
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Chapter 3-
The boy with the scar
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"I lived a life of shadows, never felt the sun on my face."
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The house elf was banging her head against the lamp again. And again. And again. And ag--
"Wake up sleepy head." Came a brisk voice and before she knew it, the covers were off and she was sitting upright in her bed, shivering. Who was this stranger calling her a sleepy head? It must be about three am in the morning, she had a right to be sleepy. Katrina looked at the girl who had woken her up, recognizing her from the night before.
"What's the matter? And who're you?" She muttered, yawning, opening one eye drearily.
"Hermione Granger." The girl said quickly, bustling around and reminding Katrina very much of a nanny. Katrina simply nodded, still half asleep but soon found herself at ease with this bushy haired, confident female. Once they started talking Katrina found her to be quite intellectual, no wonder she had been made prefect. She also found out how many lessons you could have in a day, the pros and cons of all of them, how long she should spend on homework daily, when she should start revising for her N.E.W.Ts and what parchment was suitable for each subject. She was tired already.
Katrina walked down the stairway alone, her normally pale complexion looking slightly peaky. Briefly she wondered if anyone was going to talk to her. Hermione had probably been friendly because she was a prefect and had to be nice to her. Better to be left alone, ignored, than in a crowd where no one wants you she decided looking at a group of friends standing together and sharing a private joke. She raised one hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, her hair slightly rumpled.
"Milano!"
Katrina turned her head towards the sound, her shoulders tensed but they relaxed slightly as she saw Hermione with Ginny's brother - a tall, gangly boy with bright red hair and a sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks standing beside the guy she had seen the night before.
"Hello…" She said haltingly, walking over to them and feeling highly awkward.
"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley." The red haired boy said, grinning at her.
"And I'm Harry Potter."
Katrina nodded at Ron, privately wondering whether all Weasley's had that shock of bright red hair, turning to face Harry.
"Hi," She said easily, smiling at him and to Harrys surprise not falling over her feet to meet 'The boy who lived'. She was finally meeting the boy with the scar. He looked a bit more… normal than she had originally expected, then again he wouldn't go around with a enlightening spell cast on his scar with a female fan club tagging behind. Katrina smiled to herself, glad that she had someone to talk to, even if it was a prefect and her friends.
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Draco stared at his reflection which surprisingly enough, stared back. The large frown on his face revealed that he was not entirely satisfied with his appearance – which was surprising as to any normal person he would look completely normal. Gorgeous in fact. But no. As any Malfoy would, Draco had to look perfect. He had to: there was no 'but' about it. A tousled head appeared from behind the door, amber eyes revealing that Blaise Zabini was still half asleep. "Quote of the day." He yawned, straggling his way over to the large ornate mirror and pulling a face at his reflection. "Although a tousled head may look good, it rarely has practical qualities."
Draco raised an eyebrow at his friend, feeling that pulling faces in the mirror was too juvenile for words. "How about, although Blaise Zabini may look good, it rarely helps to be late for classes? Has a nice right to it, non?" He said mockingly. Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"What's with the French?"
Draco let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. "We went to France for the summer holidays… I learn all about famous French wizards and how baguettes and frozen croissants managed to save all of them." Ignoring Blaise's dumbfounded expression, Draco swept out of his dormitory, heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
He couldn't believe that he'd missed the feast yesterday. Damn Blaise and his crackpot ideas. Trying to fix him up with Sarah Zabini, Blaise's gay cousin. Not gay in the literal sense though, just her in general. Sighing, Draco shook his head, a fine strand of white blond hair falling across his grey eyes, temporarily obscuring his view. Sighing, the teen brushed it aside, pushing past a 3rd year Gryffindor, shooting a glare at him whilst he was at it. It wasn't that he didn't like Sarah… actually, it was because he didn't like Sarah. She was pretty in a odd sort of way but she was just plain weird. He had never met anyone who sniffed their finger on a daily basis and asked to sniff other peoples fingers. Sarah was clearly insane. Pushing open the doors to the Great Hall, Draco made his way to the Slytherin Table, head held high. So high in fact that he didn't notice a familiar face, which was half buried in a bowl of porridge.
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