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Previews :You will pay for that! Hilary hissed on her way passed. Draco stood... he'd heard everything.

This story is about Marie Goyle, older sister of Gregory Goyle, best known for hanging around Draco and looking menacing. Marie is pushed off to the side because a) she's a girl and b) her father is mad that she's not in Slytherin like the rest of the family. And this is her story. (We already have a sequel in the works!)

Chapter 1 - Marie and the recurring dream

Marie Goyle sat down to breakfast. She was in her third year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her brother Gregory would be attending this year. She was pushing her reddish black hair out of her face as Gregory came in. Her father glared at him. He never smiled. Gregory, let's hope you're not a disappointment Now Marie glared because she new that remark was meant for her. She was in Ravenclaw and everyone else in her family had been in Slytherin. It was no big deal to her, but to her family it seemed to matter that she wasn't a Slytherin.

She surveyed Gregory. The boy was thickset and had about as much brains and magical talent as a rock.

Later

Mother told her the plans again. She would say she was going for a walk. Then Marie would wait at the back door for her. They would leave for France. Her mother kissed her forehead and left. Marie went to the back door. Through the window she saw a flash of green light hit her mother's back. Mrs. Goyle was on the ground. Marie ran out to her mother's side, crying. Her father carried them both inside. Marie didn't squirm or do anything out of the norm, she sat in her father's arms, numb with only one thing screaming in her head. Father killed her. He killed Mother!

Marie awoke when her cat, Leia, sat on her face and attempted to smother her. Leia jumped off Marie as she collected the memory that had haunted her for the last six years.

Not much else happened until the Malfoys came marie had been dreading this more than anything. She despised their whole snobby family. Sometimes while around them, it seems as though a good, swift punch in the nose would solve everything. The smugness of not being able to get caught was always on Draco and Hilary's faces. It drove Marie crazy.

Marie begged and pleaded and used the pity tears to no avail. Three minutes until the Malfoys would come. Her father gritted his perfect white teeth and growled You will be nice, or you shall regret it!

Hmmmm, now that wasn't too bad, was it? That's what I thought. Questions? Comments? Death Threats? All are welcome.