When I walked out of the Great Hall the first time I ate dinner at Hogwarts, I met Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well, if it isn't Chelsea Compton. The new celebrity of the school. All because your father is the Minister of Magic. My dad should have been appointed the position," Draco said.
I was appalled at his personality, but there was a part of him that was intriguing. "You're Malfoy, huh? I remember seeing you at the ball. It's a good thing that I didn't meet you then. Then I would have meet a rude person like you earlier. In fact, I'm surprised a person like you has friends," I said. He looked a bit taken aback.
I raised my eyebrows. "Nothing to say to that, eh? Well, then you're not like the person I pictured you were," I said. I rolled my eyes and walked away.
Darn her, he thought, how come I couldn't say anything to her? No sarcastic comments or anything. Maybe it was because nobody's really been that frank with you. Everyone's all scared you might do something if they did something like that.
Later, when I first walked into the private dorm my father had gotten me, I was amazed. I just had to decorate it a little. I made a collage on one of the walls, knowing that they wouldn't mind. I covered the wall with pictures of my friends and I also painted some of my favorite things on there and some poems I made. I was halfway done when I decided to go to sleep. It was almost 1 in the morning anyways.
When I woke up later that morning, I rolled out of my bed like I usually do at my house until I hit the wall. "Whoops," I said, "This room isn't set up the same as my room at the Manor," I said and rubbed my forehead. And that's how my horrible year at Hogwarts started.
I'll be frank with you. My life hasn't been easy, don't make that assumption. School was sort of challenging, but she was smart. Not the certified genius smart, but I'm smarter than some. I study a lot and that helps. On one particular night, I stayed up studying in the Gryffindor Common room and fell asleep on the couch.
I had a nightmare on that night as always. I remember it clearly, as I have the dream all the time.
A little girl walked through the forest alone. She walked towards the yelling she was hearing. She walked and saw a hooded figure huddling over something. The little girl moved to see better. She saw her older sister on the ground.
"No, no, no, what's wrong with sissy?" she muttered to herself. Her sister wasn't moving. She started to back away, but stepped on a branch and fell into a tree making a huge noise. The figure followed the noise.
"Now, what do we have here?" he asked and pointed his wand towards her throat. "Should I kill you slowly or quickly?"
"What about not at all?" the little girl asked. The hooded man chuckled and picked her up, looking into her blue eyes that held fear.
"Or should I take you?" he asked.
"What did you do to my sissy?" the girl asked. "She's not waking up ever again," the man said and the little girl began to cry.
"No, put me down! I don't want to never wake up again! Put me down. Put me down. Please?" the girl begged. "Don't kill me! I don't want to die."
"You will sooner or later, by me," the man said and pulled back his hood. The girl cried more and screamed at the man's face. From his red eyes or his pale skin, he scared her to the bone. His eyes scared her most, hate and evil haunted his eyes.
He put his wand at her throat again and preformed a spell.
"NO!! I don't want to die!" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. I heard hushed voices, but they stopped. Harry came over to me, with Hermione and Ron not falling to far behind.
"Chelsea? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Those bad eyes," I said and started to shake and rock back and forth, "Those evil red eyes won't leave me alone," I said and began to sob. Ron, Hermione, and Harry gave confused faces.