As always, the train station was already filled up with people when I arrived there. And, as always, I hated the bloody Malfoys and their big mouths. So eager to see other people in pain, just to push their ideals through.
My father should be happy I had become quite adept at glamours, not only to hide the stupid bruises he gifted me, but also to hide the tattoos I had. I knew I was only 14 - soon 15 - and therefore they would be frowned upon at Hogwarts.
I loved them though, they were few and had been made by a werewolf in our pack who actually liked me. Liked me enough to give me some free tattoos, but I had a suspicion he did it out of pity. The bruises were hard to hide when he had to see my skin to give me them.
It was simple tattoos; the word 'darling' on the lower part of my chest, a mandala chain around my bicep, the words 'moon child' on my ribcage and the biggest and the one I liked the most was a giant rose between my shoulder blades, done in blacks and greys.
What I did not hide, was my piercings. Those I had made myself, and they were not that offensive or stuck out too much. It was a simple septum piercing and then rings all the way up both my ears.
Anyway, bloody Malfoys. I could see Lucius from where I was standing, and I did not want to give him the pleasure of thinking I was in pain. So I sucked it up, and tried to walk to the train as nonchalantly as possible.
I tugged the sleeves of my hoodie down and shouldered through people, wishing it was more normal to show up wearing the Hogwarts uniform already. It would spare me the snobbish looks most parents gave me, or others perhaps pitying and sympathetic looks. I honestly could not tell you which ones I hated the most.
I boarded the train safely, somehow making it on there without making any eye contact with Lucius bloody Malfoy. It was finding a place to sit that would be the hardest thing now.
Safe to say, it was a well-known fact that I was half werewolf. With a name like Greyback, it does not take a genius to figure out who my father is, and an explanation was provided quite early on for my house from our lovely Sprout.
If you thought Hufflepuff was the nice house, that's where you're wrong. Every house has their darker points, Hufflepuff being extremely loyal did not discount their hate towards me and what I was. Especially not when it spread like wildfire what my ancestry was and just what my father had done in the previous war.
We were very overlooked however, which made me quite lonely if it was not for Ginny being such a sweetheart towards me and Luna Lovegood not quite fitting in with her own house either. Ginny had begun sitting with the Golden Trio quite often though, which left me to fend for myself.
"Oi, the mutt is here, go hide yourself and your loved ones," a familiar voice snidely said, from a compartment to my left. I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to turn towards her, knowing it would give her too much satisfaction to see the anger in my eyes.
"Didn't ya hear, Kähler? Nobody's safe from the senses of a werewolf, half-breed or not," I said sarcastically, whilst walking further down the train. I was stopped by a hand that grabbed my arm and turned me around.
"Is that a way to talk to your superiors?" Sophie Kähler snarled, as if to bare her absent fangs to me. The grip she had on my arm was bruising, though, despite her rather timid appearance. Always looking like the innocent person in every scenario, compared to me. Me, with my shaggy, short hair, piercings and quite athletic stature though I was not blessed with my height.
"I'll make sure to be polite, when they're around," I snarled back, flashing a sinister, canine smile at her. Of course, I also knew that this would get me nowhere good either. Just like my dear daddy, Sophie had the tendency to want to discipline me whenever I talked back.
Typical that I had no actual retreat from bullies, but I enjoyed my education too much and appreciated it even more, to try and jeopardize that by attacking her with the strength I knew I had. Dumbledore could only do so much for me.
"Say that. Again. Mutt," her eyes darkened, but I always felt more rebellious right after starting at school again. She had nothing on my father.
"Is there a problem here?" a voice asked, making Sophie take a step back and straighten out, plastering on a sweet smile. I barely turned my head, before seeing the mess of curly hair and knew who was talking to us.
"Oh, we were just catching up, Hermione. I see you were made Prefect, that's wonderful! Congratulations! And you too, Ron," Sophie gushed, making me want to puke. I saw Hermione send me a look, but Ron seemed perfectly happy to soak up the attention.
"Thanks, Kähler. I won't be an annoying prat like Percy though, no worries," he joked, making her giggle in that annoying, fake way that she always did.
I took that time to walk away. Sophie would not dare try and stop me, not with one from the Golden Trio giving her the time of their day to pay attention to her. Further down I got lucky and found an empty compartment and saw a flushed Ron with an angry-looking Hermione beside him, start bickering.
Some things always stayed the same.
[TEEN MUTT]
The first feast back at Hogwarts was always the best. The food was great, people were catching up and therefore paying me no mind and always had something weird to say. This year though we were blessed with an awful sight of pink in the shape of one Dolores Umbridge.
I could already tell that I was going to absolutely hate her. He had that specific air about her, that arrogant attitude of thinking herself higher than others. The glare she sent me at some point, made me know she knew who I was. Or, rather, what I was.
I actually think I would prefer Gilderoy Lockhart over this miserable, pink toad any day. She would be getting too much pleasure from having this kind of power over helpless students. The way McGonagall was looking at her, though, told me I at least was not alone with my hate towards her.
As always, however, the feast ended too soon. Trudging to the Hufflepuff common room was not all it was made out to be, when nobody actually wanted you to be there. At all. The ones who may have tried to make me feel more comfortable in Hufflepuff, had quickly been turned against me once word got spread around about my father.
It truly was amazing how much that man could ruin my life, even when he was not around.
Once I arrived, though the fire was lit and cozy armchairs and couches were all around, it lacked the warmth of comfort it had shortly had when I first entered it. While the first years got the same old spiel from the prefects, I saw my roommates coming down the stairs, with my trunk in their hands. They sent me sly smirks, before placing it at the bottom of it, and disappearing up to the shared room.
I had learned not to put anything of worth into the trunk, which was why I always carried a backpack with an enlargement charm on it, so I could carry my important stuff around with me.
Rolling my eyes, I went over and got it, easily getting out of the common room and out onto the hallway, when everybody made way so they would not get close to me. As per usual, I went straight to the kitchens. I tickled the pear, and opened the door once the doorknob appeared.
A smile lit up my face, as the many house-elves running around noticed me and started calling out my name. Or, their version of my name.
"Master Loli, what can we dos for you?"
"Is master Loli hungry?"
"Did Master Loli enjoy the extra cheesecake we put out for you?"
And my favourite of them all, Dobby, clutched my hand in his, beaming up at me.
"Master Loli miss, did those mean roomies kick you out again? Oh, Dobby wills make sure to do something about thems," Dobby said, his face slowly wrinkling into a face of anger.
"My dear Dobby, are you suggesting pulling a nice prank on those girls again? If so, I think we should start thinking up one, it has to beat the one we did last year," I grinned, trying to bring up his spirits. He instantly smiled again. Such innocence these house-elves possessed, it was always a wonder to me how anybody could treat them with harm.
"Master Loli miss, does miss wants to go to Dobby's quarters to speaks about it?" Dobby asked me, clasping his hands together and giving me the most hopeful eyes, as if I had ever denied when he asked me. I barely nodded, before he had my trunk popped away, grabbed my hand and apparating me with him.
The house-elves all had small rooms to themselves, they could choose to share if they felt like it, but ever since my roommates kicked me out in first year, I had stumbled upon Dobby and he had instantly made me his roomie. Despite it being rather unconventional, I enjoyed having a room with Dobby.
He was a cheerful little guy, though he often was not in the room unless he had to sleep. Even so, he was always at the ready as soon as someone entered the kitchen, no matter the time of the day. His room had a small hammock in which he slept, a bed which I used, and through the years he had made sure there was a desk with a chair and a candle to lit, a closet and a bookshelf that I could utilize.
In short, Dobby had taken me in as the stray mutt that I was, and I had taken it all greedily.
"Is the room still to master Loli miss' likings?" Dobby asked, and I grinned, nodding wholeheartedly. I let out a shriek, as I jumped onto the bed, relaxing into the comfortable mattress. So different from the old, springy one I had at home on the floor.
"Thanks, Dobby, this is the best, no, you're the best," I said, grinning over at him. He flushed and started wringing with the hem of his clothing.
"It be nothing, Miss Loli, Dobby wants Miss to feel comfortable. Will Miss Loli be okay by herself? Dobby has chores to be doing," and instantly he was looking very guilty. It was hard to hide bruises from a house-elf like Dobby, and he had started a rant about my father and then going on to rant about Lucius Malfoy. It had been quite the discussion, but it had made him very protective of me, especially when the new school year started.
I sat up, smiling at him sweetly.
"I understand, don't you worry. I'll get unpacked and settled in, I'm good on my own," I tried to calm him. By the way he nodded and smiled, I would assume I had succeded.
"Dobby will bring cheesecake back to Miss when he be done," and with those words, he popped away. Once the house-elves found out I had a big love for cheesecake, they had taken it upon themselves to bring me all kinds of different ones to taste.
At least I had this small piece of heaven all to myself. And about a hundred house-elves. But really, who counts?