Author's note: hello again everybody!!!!! First of all, thanks to my dear
reviewers: Samantha, MysticalWoodElf, Sunkitten, Kyan-san, Vaness and
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Vaness: thanks thanks thanks for putting my bloody story on your favs list!!!! I hope it wasn't because you were out of your mind and absently pressed the button! Lol.
Disclaimer: does my writing style really match JKR's? Yes??? Well, thank you, I really can flatter myself now! My writing style isn't as good as JKR's nor is my plot, so, this means: as I'm not JKR, I don't own HP.
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Chapter 3:
I can't believe I'm finally at Hogwarts. I feel so relieved: I'm away from Father. The sorting has just ended and Dumbledore is starting is as boring as always speech.
"In the name of the teachers, I welcome all our new students and I'm equally glad to see our older students again. I'm also very pleased to announce that Mrs Weasley here has accepted to become our new DADA teacher, and there's no point in making such a face, Mr Weasley."
At this point, the whole school turns to the red-headed, who seems to sink even lower in his chair. I can't help a tiny smirk appearing on my face. So, Weasley's mother is a teacher. I bet he isn't too pleased with that, and I hope she won't favour Gryffindor too much.
"On a much sadder note, I would ask for a minute of silence for Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff and Terry Boot, Ravenclaw. Both met a horrible end this very summer and we will never forget how valuable students they were."
The whole school goes silent, but I can see some of my fellow Slytherins smirk. Their parents are Death Eaters, and they are proud of that. If only they knew.
Terry Boot, I know who he was, as we were always in competition for the second place behind Granger. But Hannah Abbott? Oh no. I feel now more than bad. I remember. She was the first one to be sorted in our first year. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
I want to throw up, I want to get out of here, but I can't: I'm a prefect and my duty is to check every thing is OK during the feast, and then lead the new students to the common room. I clench my fists and breathe slowly. I think everybody stares at me at our table, but it is not as if I cared. My nails are now digging through my flesh, but I'm so numb I don't even feel the pain.
I'm turning in my bed again and again, but my sore body doesn't allow me to rest. I'm used to being beaten up, but Father never used magic to help him in the process before. The Cruciatus has left me in a general and latent pain and with a dull headache.
When I finally drift in an agitated sleep, it is just to wake up an hour later. I sit up in my bed, trying to recollect memories of my nightmare, but the only thing I see is the image of Hannah Abbott keeping dancing in front of my eyes.
I decide to go for a walk. I don't care if it is three in the morning and that Filch is going to catch me.
I'm now standing in front of the lake. I love that place, because the sound of the gentle water calms me down. I love water. It's pure and washes the dirt I always sense on my hands. The pebbles crunch under my feet. I enjoy that sound. But suddenly, I hear other crunches. My body tenses: I'm not the only one out there and my doubts are verified when I hear someone speak my name.
"Mr Malfoy. What do you think you're doing out there at this hour of the night? I could easily take off points from your house." The voice says.
I try to identify it, but I have never heard it before. However, Mrs Weasley soon arrives in front of me.
"So what do you have for your defence?"
I'm a bit taken aback. Many teachers would just have taken off points and escorted me back to the castle. I don't know what I should tell her. Nobody ever asked me what I had to say. I can't let her know that Hannah's death was my fault, so I put myself together and look at her. I try to plaster that bloody smirk on my face, but it doesn't want to come, so I just stare at her.
"It isn't any of your business, professor."
"Then, it'll be twenty points, Mr Malfoy. And you'd better go back to sleep if you don't want to lose anymore points."
I think I sensed hatred in her voice, even if she keeps a neutral face. However, it is not really amazing, seeing the way my father uses to treat her husband and seeing the way I treat her children. She turns and leaves.
"Well, you're not in my place and you can't understand. Go back to your cheery life and leave me with my demons."
I think I said that out loud, and I hope she didn't hear. She was already meters away, so I think it's ok.
So????? Do I have to keep writing or my story is just plain stupid? REVIEW! This brightens my day!
Vaness: thanks thanks thanks for putting my bloody story on your favs list!!!! I hope it wasn't because you were out of your mind and absently pressed the button! Lol.
Disclaimer: does my writing style really match JKR's? Yes??? Well, thank you, I really can flatter myself now! My writing style isn't as good as JKR's nor is my plot, so, this means: as I'm not JKR, I don't own HP.
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Chapter 3:
I can't believe I'm finally at Hogwarts. I feel so relieved: I'm away from Father. The sorting has just ended and Dumbledore is starting is as boring as always speech.
"In the name of the teachers, I welcome all our new students and I'm equally glad to see our older students again. I'm also very pleased to announce that Mrs Weasley here has accepted to become our new DADA teacher, and there's no point in making such a face, Mr Weasley."
At this point, the whole school turns to the red-headed, who seems to sink even lower in his chair. I can't help a tiny smirk appearing on my face. So, Weasley's mother is a teacher. I bet he isn't too pleased with that, and I hope she won't favour Gryffindor too much.
"On a much sadder note, I would ask for a minute of silence for Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff and Terry Boot, Ravenclaw. Both met a horrible end this very summer and we will never forget how valuable students they were."
The whole school goes silent, but I can see some of my fellow Slytherins smirk. Their parents are Death Eaters, and they are proud of that. If only they knew.
Terry Boot, I know who he was, as we were always in competition for the second place behind Granger. But Hannah Abbott? Oh no. I feel now more than bad. I remember. She was the first one to be sorted in our first year. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
I want to throw up, I want to get out of here, but I can't: I'm a prefect and my duty is to check every thing is OK during the feast, and then lead the new students to the common room. I clench my fists and breathe slowly. I think everybody stares at me at our table, but it is not as if I cared. My nails are now digging through my flesh, but I'm so numb I don't even feel the pain.
I'm turning in my bed again and again, but my sore body doesn't allow me to rest. I'm used to being beaten up, but Father never used magic to help him in the process before. The Cruciatus has left me in a general and latent pain and with a dull headache.
When I finally drift in an agitated sleep, it is just to wake up an hour later. I sit up in my bed, trying to recollect memories of my nightmare, but the only thing I see is the image of Hannah Abbott keeping dancing in front of my eyes.
I decide to go for a walk. I don't care if it is three in the morning and that Filch is going to catch me.
I'm now standing in front of the lake. I love that place, because the sound of the gentle water calms me down. I love water. It's pure and washes the dirt I always sense on my hands. The pebbles crunch under my feet. I enjoy that sound. But suddenly, I hear other crunches. My body tenses: I'm not the only one out there and my doubts are verified when I hear someone speak my name.
"Mr Malfoy. What do you think you're doing out there at this hour of the night? I could easily take off points from your house." The voice says.
I try to identify it, but I have never heard it before. However, Mrs Weasley soon arrives in front of me.
"So what do you have for your defence?"
I'm a bit taken aback. Many teachers would just have taken off points and escorted me back to the castle. I don't know what I should tell her. Nobody ever asked me what I had to say. I can't let her know that Hannah's death was my fault, so I put myself together and look at her. I try to plaster that bloody smirk on my face, but it doesn't want to come, so I just stare at her.
"It isn't any of your business, professor."
"Then, it'll be twenty points, Mr Malfoy. And you'd better go back to sleep if you don't want to lose anymore points."
I think I sensed hatred in her voice, even if she keeps a neutral face. However, it is not really amazing, seeing the way my father uses to treat her husband and seeing the way I treat her children. She turns and leaves.
"Well, you're not in my place and you can't understand. Go back to your cheery life and leave me with my demons."
I think I said that out loud, and I hope she didn't hear. She was already meters away, so I think it's ok.
So????? Do I have to keep writing or my story is just plain stupid? REVIEW! This brightens my day!