Hwesta's long brown hair flew in her face as she closed the window of the Hogwarts Express. This year she was going to teach a new game with flying horses instead of Quiddtich. She dispised Quiddtich, suddenly the door slid open and in walked Harry, Hermione, and Ron who sat at the other side of the large compartment. Her Emerald eyes watched them closely as they talked. Why they were in HER room, why are they in the same room as a Slytherin? She thought. She walked out and went into the new end trailer of the train to see her horses. This was here because Hwesta needed a way to transport her flying horses.

Her father was Lord Voldemort and she loved him and NEVER DISOBEYED. This was her first year at Hogwarts because she was half-elf and was living in her forest near Durmstrang so that is where she went. She opened the door to her very large black stallion. He hated to be moved, especially when he was tied up to cross ties. She stroked his massive head and rubbed her hand over his body as she untied him from the cross ties. He was a massive pegesus just over 18 hands. Suddenly he tensed, EVIL was near by, his muscles were bulging as his anger grew. "Easy Drackon, easy boy" Hwesta said trying to calm her flying horse. The door swung open and Harry, Ron, and Herminie walked in.

"What is that, a rocking horse" Harry sniggered

"That" Hwesta said "is Drackon the most powerful Pegasus I own".

"Well he isn't that dangerous" Herminie said half laughing. Drackon was not just a flying horse he was an Elvin flying horse and could under stand English, Drackons muscles bulged as he got ready to charge. He reared then charged at them. Harry gave a high pitched screem and ran pulling Ron with him and Hermione wet her self at the sight of his enormous power. Hwesta was laughing so hard at this wonderful sight, that brave Gryffindors were scared of her mighty flying stallion.

When the train pulled in, Hwesta had just finished bridling Drackon. She mounted and flew out. She landed near the frond doors were Dumbldore had built a nice size stable. She put Drackon in a small pasture and went in side to the great hall. Hwesta looked at the Slytherin table and just her luck the only place to sit was next to a blonde boy with blue eyes, how Hwesta hated blonde haired blue eyed people.

She walked up and sat down near him; she had nothing to do so she pulled out her Care of Magical Creatures book and began to read. "What are you doing" The blonde boy asked

"I'm reading cant you see" Hwesta replied

"Yes, I can see that, but why" He asked?

"So I can be better then that mud blood Hermione" Hwesta said with a smirk.

"My name is Draco, What is yours?" Draco asked Hwesta laughed at this name Draco was a dragons name or a horses name not a BOYS name!" Think my name is funny do you" He screamed

"I do" Hwesta replied. Draco got up and punched Hwesta hard in the face. Hwesta was rather shocked by this, she thought the boy was a wimp. He wasn't a good puncher she thought to her self. Hwesta gave a hard laugh and looked a Draco. She could have killed him right there she had the knife in her boot but she thought it would be more fun to humiliate him in front of the whole school. She looked deep in his eyes and punched him right in the mouth. Draco started to scream and ran out of the room.

Hwesta walked to the dormitory and sat on the couch waiting. It was hours before Draco returned to the dormitory. His face was fine, except for a small cut on his lip. He sat next to Hwesta and just looked at her. Hwesta was a bit unnerved by this because she had never been stared at like this before. Yes, she had been stared at but he looked at her with sad eyes and a puzzled look. After about an hour draco asked "when you looked in my eyes how come all I felt was sadness, I didn't even see my self in your eyes why is that?" Hwesta was worried he knew way too much what was she to do?

Then in the flames she saw her dads head. "He knows to much my child" he said "you know what to do, dispose of him like the others or your race will be known and you will be in great danger". Then the head disapeared

"What did he mean dispose" Draco asked struggling for breath. Hwesta reached in her boot and pulled out her knife and held it in her lap. "Wh-what is that for?" Darco asked just managing to get the words out.

"I'm sorry, but I must you know too much" she said as she drove the knife deep in his heart. Draco's dead body flopped over and she wiped her prints. She knew it looked like murder but she had no time she had to go, she ran to the window and jumped out landing on her flying horse, who was suspended in the air.