Vienna was having a grand old time at the Weasley residence. It was cozy and warm, cramped in the most lovely way. The Malfoy's home and been cold and closed off, aloof. She just ADORED it here.

"Have another portion, dearie." Molly Weasley said, tipping fourths onto Vienna's plate.

She gobbled them down and started on fifths, grinning at the guys who stared at her voracious eating habits.

"You know, Ginny...you should wear tans and golds. It would bring out the natural highlights in your hair. And Hermione, you should STOP wearing tans and golds. Wear blue." She happily, shoving eggs into her mouth. "I've got to start packing my stuff. My supplies are still in your room, right guys?" She inquired to Harry and Ron.

They both nodded, laughing. She had become a quick friend.

"You HAVEN'T PACKED?" Molly Weasley screeched, swooping down like a bird of prey onto Vienna.

"Um...no?" She asked, shrinking down. She sprinted up the stairs quickly to avoid having to get stuck with doing the dishes, and threw the door to Harry and Ron's room open.

She pulled her trunks out from under the bed, folding her exotic and bright silks and velvets into heaps of expensive fabric, delicate lace poking out every now and then. She heaped the gems and jewelry the Malfoy's had literally showered on her into a corner with a smirk, and tossed her books in. She set out an outfit for the next day, and a bottle of hairdye. She tossed a cloak over the outfit so that no one would see it until tomorrow, then set about packing her cauldron and other such things. With great love and care, she placed her rag doll and her china ballerina into a pile of soft velvet and old lace, then shut the lid after spreading her gold cloak over everything, especially the dolls, to keep the dust off.

She ran downstairs in half an hour, smiling, dressed in a pair of boxers and a white wife-beater.

She sat promptly in Fred and George's laps with a flirty smile, an arm around both of them.

"So everyone...ready for school?"

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The next morning Vienna woke up grumpily, rolling out of bed onto the floor, and from the floor into the hallway, and from the hallway to the staircase which she bumped down on her butt, then once more fell asleep in front of the fire, wrapped in blankets.

"UP!" Molly Weasley yelled, shaking her out of the blankets and shooing her up the stairs.

Vienna's eyes went wide, and Molly was hit with the full impact of what a strange color they were. A lovely deep violet shade, with traces of lavendar, and very prominent streaks of a blazing, neon orange.

"I'm up, I'm up..." Vienna yawned, tottering back upstairs, grabbing her clothes, and claiming the bathroom.

She washed the red dye out quickly, and replaced it with a vivid, neon blue. She pulled her hair into two long pigtails, and wove black ribbons through them, leaving her hair with it's natural waves and ringlets. She gelled her hair so that the long bangs tapered down to points on either side of her eyes, which she lined in dark black thickly, bringing out her stunning eyes once more, and icy silver-white eyeshadow. She tipped the eyeshadow with blue. She put blue glittering, sparkling mascara on her eyelashes, and pulled out her dark-red lip-liner. She traced it on VERY lightly, then spread icy pink lip-gloss on so that her lips had a wonderful, doll-like effect. Her skin was naturally eerily white, and went well with the makeup. She slipped into a tight blouse, but it's sleeves hooked at her shoulders with intricate clasps. The sleeves themselves were a sheer blue silk, and they tied at her wrists. A slit ran from the shoulder to wrist, leaving the sleeves as larges bells on either side. The top was mainly corset-style, laced with black silk. The pants into which she slipped were tight black jeans, with delicate blue glittering designs of dragons and other such things etched in.

She smiled.

She pulled out her blue vinyl boots, and slipped into them. The heels were low, for pratical walking, and they only rose to mid-calf. Still, she looked lovely.

She grabbed a dusky velvet blue cloak, wrapped herself in it, then dragged her trunk into the chill air where she started off for the car.

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The car-ride was filled with exclamations of delight at her outfit, and she left a small black leather bag un-noticed by her feet. When the reached the platform she followed everyone to the train without her usual remarks.

Draco leaned against a wall casually, handsome face upturned into the fall wind.

"I see that you're still alive, blondie." Vienna joked as she stopped by him, waving the others on.

"Alive and kicking."

"That expression always reminded me of Riverdancing, for some reason." She smiled, icy lips curling into a wicked smile.

Thoughtfully he handed her today's paper.

A bold headline sat tilted at the top, as thought the paper had had been rushed out. It was slightly crinkled from coming from Lucius's hand to Draco's, and now to hers.

Death Eater Breakout: Death Eaters escape, high alert.

Some of these Death Eaters include Avery, Nott, and the couple Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange. More names include...

Her mind froze. A faint buzzing was in the back of her head. The two people she loathed with all of her heart, her parents, were back in action. Escaped. And they would most likely want her to follow in their footsteps and become a Death Eater.

She handed it slowly back to Draco with a hateful look in her eyes.

"Well...at least they'll be capture soon." She trailed hopelessly.

Draco, always the one to shatter dreams, spoke. "Not likely."

Vienna thanked him, head cocked to one side listlessly, and stepped onto the train. Many boys turned their heads, but she just stared out the window. One made the unfortunate mistake of approaching.

A sneering Slytherin seventh year (A/N: Wow...onomonopia. I think. Anyway, lots of S's! Heeheehee!) approached her, his friends clustered behind him.

"Hey...wanna come share an apartment with me? I'll ah...show you the ropes of the school." He smirked, one arm near her head as he leaned against the wall.

"No. And as for your ropes, use them to hang yourself. Do us a favour." She threw at him ever-so-casually, expression still blank.

"Are you threatening me?" He hissed, grabbing her arm roughly.

Her eyes flashed, and her hand flicked out, grabbing his neck. Her other hand went to his arm, squeezing until she heard a crack. He winced. She throttled him, then slammed her knee into his groin. She shoved him away from her.

"You'll pay for that one..." He spat viciously.

"Remind me when to start shaking in fear." She laughed loudly, in much better spirits now, as she sauntered into Harry's carriage and began to make small talk.

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She couldn't really remember arriving at the school, or being sorted. She remembered the whispers from her name, of how her parents were Death Eaters. She barely heard the hat cry out Slytherin.

Suddenly, it hit her.

Slytherin.

She stood up shocked, terrified to look at her Gryffindor friends faces. She beckoned Crabbe and Goyle to slide over, so she could sit next to Draco. Everyone's eyes were on her, not the new first years. She was a fifth year, along with Draco and Harry. And Ron. And Hermione. And Ginny was a fourth year. All this ran through her mind as Draco turned to her.

"You alright?"

"I can't believe I ended up in this House..."

"But I'M in here!" He laughed.

"Yeah. Precisely why I can't believe I ended up in here." She said, but laughed. The people here really were nice, and everyone was engaging her in conversation.

When Harry and Ron and Hermione, the Twee Trio as she had nicknamed them, glided by, giving her an incredulous look, she didn't even look up. She was deep in conversation with Pansy Parkinson about this winter's fashion.

"Actually, I just throw together my own outfits."

"But how do you end up so co-ordinated?" Pansy asked.

"Well, it's just a matter of color-"She laughed, actually happy.

The Dream Team gave her an irritated look and walked off, heads close together.

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When they arrived in the Slytherin Common Room, Snape greeted them.

"Geesy-peesy-pudding-and-pie. Can you say, 'Count Dracula'?" Vienna giggled into Draco's ear.

A slight smile crept over his face.

Her neon blue hair stood out like an electric shock against the others, their black robes clashing with her blue ones.

"Ms. Lestrange, I presume?" Snape asked drily.

"The one and only!" She grinned cheekily. "You must be the head of house."

"I am."

Vienna nodded, already bored with this guy.

"I will have to ask you to change into your school robes."

"But-But-But they're so UGLY! They look like yours-I mean..." She gave him an innocent smile, having said just a BIT too much.

"I expect you in uniform tomorrow."

"Yes sir." She sighed. She saluted smartly. "Hup two three four! Troops! Move out!" The Slytherins, stumbling with laughter, followed her to the couches.

She fell asleep on one of the many couches, head pillowed on Draco's shoulder.

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(A/N: BAAAAAAMBI! Much love to you. Nuala and my dear Zandra too. Hey...that rhymes! I'M DOCTOR SEUSS!!! And to Prince Patrick, I've got to laugh. Hang me by my toes? You kinky thing, you.)