"What? Wait, MALFOYS? As in Lucius Malfoy, death eater killed by Harry Potter, my friend?" I ask, aghast.

"Mmhm, that's the one."

"Don't you think that's a little unsafe? Malf-..Draco.. may take his anger out on me, and I may take my anger out on him. Why can't I live with Hermione?"

"She, like Harry, are avenging Moody's - and Ron's - death in the Order." I sigh and start to cry again. My life is over. "Calm down, they'll be here soon, it's 11.45 now. They'll meet you in the lobby. You have the rest of the day until 1.00 pm to yourself!" Wipe that smile off your fucking face... I nod.

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I know exactly what I am going to do the rest of the day: change my wardrobe. With the last of my money from graduation, I cut my hair chin-length, buy a black tanktop with black cargo pants and black "Converses". I even paint my nails black. This is my "screw you" to everyone: the system, life, God, Draco, Fudge, Voldemort, everyone.

You're going to regret this, Freyja thinks mournfully. You had nice long hair.

Its not about the hair. Its about hating everything. Anarchy, man!

But Im a girl...

(Sigh)

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2:58

Dont come get lost please dont come, please, please I dont want you here i can live on the streets

I can join the order I want to join the order please leave me here please dont come get me please

Please, no, please dont have that be you, please please PLEASE say thats not Draco on your broom...

Holy sht...its you..no..whyd you come...go home..please..

"Fuck, Weasley," he says once he reaches the ground. "What did you do to yourself? You went fucking goth?!"

"Having your whole family die sort of does that to you. Can we go now?
He looks like he's appraising me, and I don't like how long he's been staring at my chest. "Stop it, can we go?"

"Fine, get your stuff."

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We get to the Malfoy Mansion quickly, around 1.20. The house is beautiful, but now I hate it. He has a family. I don't. I have Freyja and my balloon - which I have brought with me - and that's it.

"This is it. Don't touch anything, your room is upstairs to the right." I roll my eyes and stalk off to find a house elf. When I don't, I just decide to snoop around for myself. I walk up the stairs and start looking through the hallway, door to door. I see a few that catch my interest, but they all look like they are occupied. Finally, when I've checked every door, I start to walk away...Until I notice one door I left untouched, one door I didn't look in. This is my room...I wonder how ugly it is. I turn around to look at Freyja, but can't seem to find her anywhere, so I shrug and turn back towards the door.

I push it open and a gasp escapes my lips: it is black and green painted with skulls everywhere. On the ceiling, there is a huge, glowing sign of the dark mark engraved. A feeling of anger fills my heart, and I don't know what my I'm doing until I do it. Suddenly, my hands are grasping any possible object that is light enough to be thrown and flinging them towards the ceiling, towards the Dark Mark.

I scream out of anxiety this room is bringing me, and at the uncontrol I have of my hands. I'm trashing the room without even realizing I am. Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around to see Draco's pained expression turn to hatred and agony. "GET OUT!" he screams. "GET OUT!!"

I flinch, not knowing if he means room or house. When I don't move, he grabs my arm and shoves me out, then goes in the room and closes the door. I look at my arm; there are his fingerprints on it. I don't even realize what's happened... until I think about it. I just trashed his father's - his DEAD father's - room. I glance at the door and run to find a house elf for real this time.

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I step into the room with a worried, beaten house elf in front of me. She's holding my bags and my balloon and Freyja in her hands. I smile the best I can and pick Freyja up, then look around the room. It isn't extremely gaudy or awful, but the color scheme is so putrid I would have rather had the green and black. I close my door and start to whimper. This is my new family: Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. Damn life.

It's 4:00 ; Did I actually take an hour to trash someone's bedroom? Will I be getting dinner, or are they going to starve me to death? I sigh and stare out the window and shudder at the cool breeze. I grab a blanket and glance out at the nothingness of Malfoy Manor; some grass and some topiary.

"From this moment on, my life is over," I think to myself, bringing the blanket over my bare shoulders. "Again."

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Tap,tap,tap. "Ginerva? Are you in there?" I hear a nasaled voice ask. "It's dinner, and Yes, you should eat something. Well, I'll see you down there, I suppose." That was Narcissa? She didn't seem...horrid.

I sigh and remove the blanket, then walk downstairs, bumping into Draco. He grunts and continues walking, me following stupidly behind him, since I don't know where the hell the kitchen is.

"Oh, wonderful, you're both here for dinner. Mira!! MIRA! MIRA!!!!!" A house elf - yes, another one - stumbles in in front of Narcissa. "Get us dinner."

I sit down in the seat opposite Draco, Narcissa sitting at the head of the table.

"So how was school, Ginerva?" she asks kindly. I inwardly laugh.

"Oh, brilliant, some death eaters came and killed my whole family. Quite an expirience." Narcissa says nothing but look impatiently over at the door, which Mira has finally come through, bringing plates of food. I glance at Narcissa; she's not helping her, and neither is Draco. "Limatoa," I whisper, and suddenly Mira's trays must be light as a feather as she suddenly grins and holds everything up with a pinky. She serves us each and whispers 'thank you' in my ear.

"Enjoy," Narcissa smiles as she starts eating dinner.

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I trudge up the stairs yet again and sigh as I lay on the bed. I turn over and stare at the corner of the room and notice something: there is wallpaper over something else, something with a lot of writing on it. I get up and start picking at the wallpaper until the whole corner, and a whole word, is revealed:

Voldemort.

AN: hehe! What does that mean?! ) I'll just keep you guessing.

I didn't like how this chapter started off, but thanks to Katy Rose's CD, I got inspired....-Sings along to Lemon-..I think I'll do a chapter of that song! Yeah I like the fourth paragraph and on. ) I also realized my chapters are REALLY short! BLEHH! I'll try to make the next one longer. THANKS TO ALL YE REVIEWERS, KEEP ON REVIEWING! Think we can get up to 20 by chapter 4/5? :) Bye!

Love, Lizzeh