Okay so this is my first story, read and enjoy. And yes, I do clearly realize that the name of my main character isn't in the first chapter. It's short though so I think I'll just leave you all to wonder about her name aimlessly for a short chapter. First chapter is pretty much just background, nothing really all that interesting happens until chapter two. So, please, just hang in there for one short boring chapter for me, okay?

It was merely three o' clock in the morning on september first and I was already fully awake, freshly showered, completely dressed, and well-fed. And psychotically working myself up to the point that I was on the brink of a panic attack. AND WE HAVE NO PAPER BAGS IN THE HOUSE. How will I be able to stop myself from hyperventallating? I won't be able to for the simple reason of lacking said paper bag and I will proceed to die. What a truly sad death. Untimely too, with me being only fifteen and all.

Anyways, enough of my insane spazzing. You'd probably like to know why I was freaking out in the first place however, am I right? Of course I'm right, I'm always right. That didn't sound the least bit conceited, so... nah!

Right, so on to why I almost had a heart attack. You see (unless you're blind of course, in which case you can't), this morning is the very morning that I will board the hogwarts express on platform nine and three quarters to be transported to Hogwarts for the sixth time in my life.

Doesn't sound like much of a big deal to you, now does it? I didn't think that it did. You are not me, however, so there! It might seem like a bigger deal to you if I add the fact that all of Hogwarts hates me. Yep, every single witch, wizzard, professor, headmaster, groundskeeper, and even first years who haven't yet had the honor of setting their precious little feet and hogwart's grounds, hate me.

And precisely why do they all hate me, you ask ever so sympathetically? Why, because both my parents were found to be death eaters in the service of Lord Voldemort and captured by glorious Aurors who then proceeded to imprison them in Azkaban.

I, however, did not aspire to become a death eater myself, all despite the rather viscious gossip that could be heard floating about Hogwarts. I mean, yeah, my parents may have been death eaters and all but I was scared to death of them myself.

My parents and I were hardly ever together, though. I've been living with my Aunt since my parents both became death eaters when I was just a wee little ickling of a child. My aunt has always been a good witch, and very smart (she was a ravenclaw), so she took the liberty upon herself to adopt me. And so she did.

Okay, so more reasons as to why I'm stressing out at the ungodly hour of three in the morning. Take the fact that everyone hates me and add my two goals which I wish to accomplish this year; Have my very first kiss and make the quidditch team.

Let me tell you, both of those goals will be difficult to accomplish when everyone hates your guts. Making the quidditch team isn't just about skill, it's a popularity contest, too. While I am quite talented at quidditch and would be a valuable asset to our dismal team, I severely lack in the popularity department. Seriously, If there were a scale of popularity ranging from one to ten, with ten being the most popular, I'd clearly be a negative eight hands-down.

Let's not forget about the fact that I'm fifteen going on sixteen and I've never been kissed. NEVER. I haven't even held hands with a guy or had a boyfriend before. I mean, if it weren't for the fact that everyone hates me, I don't see why I couldn't at least get a boyfriend. It's not like I'm hideous or anything... am I?

Please excuse me while I take a quick glance in the mirror... Well, It's not like I'm drop-dead gorgeous or anything but I'm certainly not ugly by any means. My nose is of nice proportion, I don't have a double chin, and I'm not chubby or anorexically thin. I do wish I had better hair, however. It's a rather dull ashy brown color. It is a rather nice length, though. My hair hits just past my shoulders. It's wavy, however, and I don't much like waves.

I am rather short, though. At only five foot two inches, I not all that vertically threating. Heck, most first years are taller than me.

There is one thing that I do particulary like about myself, however. That would be my eyes. Not the actually shape or size of them, but the color. They're a pale hazel color which I find to be quite beautiful and attractive myself.

So, I believe that I got the point across that I'm not a grotesque monster with nine eyes, tentacles, and scales. Good. If I'm not ugly then I should be able to get a boyfriend then, right? Meh if only everyone didn't hate me. sigh

Now that I've calmed down quite a bit, I must admit that I was exaggerating about everyone hating me. I only exaggerated a little though. Okay, maybe a lot.

I wasn't lying about my parents being death eaters, though. Even I wouldn't go as far as to say something that awful if it weren't true. They may have been death eaters, but it wasn't really their faults.

You see, they were under the imperius curse. Previous to the curse, my parents were both highly regarded ministry officals. Voldemort probably thought that they'd be of use to him because of their knowledge of the inner working's of the ministry.

Since my parents were under the imperius curse and did not become death eaters of their own free will, people were accepting, almost sypathetic, towards me. I suppose I just use my parent's story as a cover-up to the real reason I don't have any friends. I'm terribly shy. I really wish that I wasn't, but I am.

Well, now that I've gotten that all off my chest, I do rather feel much better. Guess I don't need that paper bag after all. Speaking of chests, I am rather small chested. Not flat chested, just small chested. Oh, that's probably why I can't get a boyfriend. Damn.