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Serena P.O.V.
She ran down endless corridors and through classrooms. She hated people like that Malfoy kid. She hated people who thought they were better than you because they had fame or money. Finally, out of breath, she sat down on a bench just outside an empty classroom.
"Ohhh look if it isn't the one and only, bookworm," said a tall blond girl, spitting out the last word as if it were poison. She looked down at Serena with a look of superiority in her eyes.
"What do you want?" asked Serena quietly looking up from her book, The Picture of Dorian Gray. She hated this girl with everything she had. Ever since the 3rd grade, she had watched her let the world know her mom was famous and rich. No one challenged her, except Serena. Ultimately, she paid the price. There were new insults everyday and something really bad happened to her at least once a week.
"To ask you if you're going to be at Christine's Birthday party on Saturday," she asked innocently, but Serena knew she knew that she wasn't invited.
"Obviously, not," spat Serena looking up at the overly glamourized girl.
"Well, you should really go. Everyone is going to be there!" she said like everyone really was going to be there, but Serena happened to know about 50 kids who had not been invited just for the fact that they didn't have enough money or their families didn't work for the rich kid parents.
"Oh look there is my mom," the tall girl said, pointing at a nice looking Porsche coming to the school parking lot. Serena didn't bother to look, she just kept reading her favorite book. The Porsche pulled up and a wave of mud washed over Serena and her book.
She stopped thinking, so she could wipe a tear from her eye.
Severus P.O.V.
He watched from the shadows as she lost herself in her mind. Suddenly a tear escaped her eyes and she was shaken from her thoughts to wipe it away. He chose this moment to make himself known.
"Miss Evans, may I ask why you are sitting alone in a corridor crying after punching, a now very confused, Mr. Malfoy?" he drawled never looking away from her puffy, red eyes.
"Nothing, no reason," she said turning away from him. He didn't know why, but he felt genuinely worried about this girl.
"As your Head of House, I am required to know these things," he said staring down his nose at her.
"When I chose to come here for school, I vowed that I would not be the bullied girl anymore," she said looking up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in memories. Her sentence struck him with memories himself. Memories of James Potter's mocking face and jeering voice filled with arrogance and superiority. In that instance, a pang of jealousy filled him as he realized that she had made up her mind to defend herself. She was going to do it no matter what happened. He was to much of a coward to take that chance when he had the choice. He was considering sitting down to comfort her, but appearances must be kept.
"Well, that is quite lovely," he spat and then abrupt turned and started walking the other way, sneering over his shoulder as he went, "follow me to your common room."
He walked for awhile, towards the dungeons, before he heard Serena's feet tapping the floor lightly behind him as she walked.
A few minutes passed before he was standing in front of a snake engraved door.
"Parslemouth," he said, as he ushered Serena into the door before turning on the spot and walking away.
Serena P.O.V
Professor Snape instantly left and the familiar cold feeling of loneliness settled into the hollow pit of emptiness in her stomach. No one was there due to the continuing of the feast. She walked over to the black couch, sat down, and lost her self in the beauty of the swirling green flames. How long did she sit there? She wasn't sure, but it seemed in no time at all students were slithering in a few at a time. Whenever they saw her, their laughs would stop and they would shoot daggers through stares. It slightly unnerved her, but she decided to ignore it and continuing staring into the flames.
Just as they had trickled in, they slowly went to their bedrooms. Eventually the only noise in the common room was that of the crackling fire and the slow controlled breathing coming from herself. This was going to be a long year. She knew it. Already isolated and alone, she felt so angered. She had already blown her chance to be a normal kid. A kid that fit in. Sometimes she simply hated her flaring temper. None of her parents had it, but then again they weren't really her parents. She didn't know her parents. Perhaps one of them had struggled with a temper as a kid, like her.
She was interrupted from her musings when once again the common room door was opened. To her surprise and pain, in walked the blond boy, or as Snape called him, Mr. Malfoy, and his father, or so it looked like. They both had the blond, almost white, hair with pale pointed faces and an air of bossy power. She turned her attention away from them and continued the blank stare she had been pursuing all night. However, she was not allowed to stay that way.
"That's her, father," said the boy, pointing straight at her. Already, she knew, this wasn't in any way going to be pleasant.
The man immediately stepped forward and stared incredulously at her.
"What is your name?" he asked in little more than a whisper. She raised her chin and stood up boldly.
"Serena. Serena …" she said and the faltered. She had a last name, but she wasn't sure what it was. She had been called both Weber and Evans. What was her last name? Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long for an answer.
"Ahh the new student. Serena Evans," he whispered and then continued," May I ask what family you are from?"
"No, you can't ask," she said defiantly, standing taller. Something told her this man was not used to having his requests rejected. She was going to have fun. After all, what could he do to her?
"Why you little," he started, raising his hand above his head to strike, but was cut off.
"Lucius, there is no need. After all, Draco is fine. Let the Headmaster take care of it," a woman said. She had just walked through the door. Her long blonde hair flowed easily down her back and her manner was one of elegance.
Narcissa P.O.V.
She walked in just as Lucius was advancing on the girl, who didn't move, but stood her ground with a determined look in her eyes. She could only wish that one day she would wake up with that strength. She knew she liked that girl. She also knew she wanted what was best for her son and that was her. Draco needed someone to show him that he wasn't better than everyone and that blood status didn't matter. Of course, she would never tell anyone that herself, but she knew it was true. And, she didn't want Draco to become what Lucius is. This girl showed just the strength that Draco needed to see and be exposed to. He needed to have a real friend and something about the girl told her that she would be his friend no matter the insults he threw at her. She was strong. She was determined. She was everything that she, Narcissa, wasn't
"Girl," she said addressing the girl," Dumbledore wishes to see you."
""Narcissa, Dumbledore can wait," sneered Lucius, but she wasn't going to run this time. She would try to have strength, like her, for Draco.
"Lucius, darling, can we talk," she said motioning for him to follow her into a different room.
Serena P.O.V.
The two adults, Narcissa and Lucius, left the common room and she was left standing next to Draco. However, he immediately left as well, so she decided now would be a good time to go see Dumbledore.
Exiting the common room through the same door that the first two did, she walked peacefully through the corridors for a few minutes before realizing that she was lost. She vaguely wondered how many others had gotten themselves completely lost in this maze of a castle. Just then from a couple doors away she heard a piercing scream. Running to find the producer of such a blood chilling sound, she tripped, just by the door. It was a good thing she did because at that exact moment she heard a man's voice, which she recognized as Lucius'.
"Crucio! That will teach you not to disobey me!" he screamed. Serena couldn't just stand there and let this women get hurt. She slowly opened the door, just in time to see Lucius grab her by the hair and slap her before throwing her at the opposite wall. She crumpled to the floor in a heap. She began to take a step forward, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw the familiar face of Dumbledore looking forward gravely.
Lucius again raised his wand to strike her. Dumbledore chose this moment to make his presence known.
"That will be enough, Mr. Malfoy," commanded Dumbledore in a stern voice.
"She is my wife. I can do what I want with her." he said turning around. His normally straight hair was messy and wisps flew in front of his face. His teeth ground together and his face seemed fixed in a permanent snarl.
"Yes, under the law that is true. However," said Dumbledore continuing," Please try to refrain while in this school. Now I will ask that you leave."
Lucius hesitated for a moment, as if looking for a loophole, but finding none, and then left the room. This left Narcissa, still in a heap in the corner.
"Mrs. Malfoy, if you would like, you may head up to the Hospital Wing for a healing draught before you leave," said Dumbledore holding out a hand to the broken woman. She quickly took the hand, stood up, and left the room.
"Miss Evans would you mind coming with me," he said staring at her over his half-moon spectacles. She didn't say anything, but quickly followed him down the corridor.