After a horrible night of sleep, the other fifth year girls begin to get up and ready themselves for the day. I stumble out of bed and walk my way towards the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. In our bathroom, there are six sinks, one for each of us fifth years. It's a long hallway with bathrooms on the right when you enter and on the left are the sinks. Again, I am all the way at the end. As I approach my sink, I see writing on my mirror in red lipstick. "You belong in Azkaban with all the other criminals." Oh, lovely, I think to myself.

I look down the line of sinks and see two girls snicker waspishly. Victoria gives me a sheepish glance then looks away fast and begins to brush her teeth. I grab a washcloth from the basket on the counter behind me, wet it, and wipe off the hurtful words. Once I'm done and my mirror is clean of anything, I stare at myself in the mirror, holding back the tears that linger under my eyes. I stare at my golden red hair and brown eyes and wish with all my might my life could be normal.

I should have known my life was going to be hell here. I can't believe I actually thought this place, this stupid, beautiful castle could become a home for me.

After brushing my teeth as quickly as possible, and dressing equally as fast, I hurriedly left the dormitories. I sped through the common room so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone like I did last night.

Before I could reach the door, something stopped me right in my tracks. A deliciously attractive boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes was talking in a group of guys while another group, this time composed of girls, gave loving stares towards the boys. I noticed the dirty blonde one got much more stares then all the other boys combined. He had such a careless air about him, it was tantalizing. And then one of his friends noticed.

"Hey, Scorpius, looks like you got another follower. This one is a bit feisty though, wouldn't want to cross her."

Scorpius checks me out once and gives me a wink with a gorgeous smile that makes my heart flutter. I turn towards the door and walk out quickly without saying anything.

Wow, way to embarrass yourself, Juliette, I think as I walk towards the Great Hall. I've already managed to embarrass myself once today, who knows how many more times I will.

Still chastising myself, I arrive in the Great Hall and see a delicious breakfast laid out on all four of the tables. I hurriedly take my seat so I can begin eating. I grab for the pancakes and put two on my plate. Then, I grab for the syrup to put on my pancakes, but before my hand can grab the handle, owls begin swooping down towards the students and dropping parcels into their laps. Some even fly onto the table, and nip pieces of toast from the hands of their owners. After the initial shock of seeing the owls, I grab the syrup bottle and begin applying the thick gooey liquid on my pancakes. I won't receive anything, I don't have a family.

And with that miserable thought lingering in my brain, the professors in charge of the houses began descending from the table in the front of the great hall. A round, portly man, by the name of Horace Slughorn, approached the Slytherin table. He was the head of Slytherin and I had yet to meet him. I knew he taught potions from what Professor McGonagall said last night. He gave the students their schedules, passing by some without even acknowledging them and shaking the hands of others. It seemed very odd behavior for a teacher, he should be greeting everyone, I mean, they did just come back from holidays. But as I studied carefully, his behavior did not change.

Finally, he got to me, and gave a quick glance at me, and said, "Juliette Kesseler, right? Oh you, young lady are quite the interesting character. You will be invited into the Slug Club immediately, of course." He offered me my schedule.

I wasn't exactly sure what the "Slug Club" was, so I said nothing as I took my schedule. He walked on to the next student, and I looked down at my schedule.

Monday: Muggle Studies, Divination, Lunch, Double Charms

Tuesday: Double Transfiguration, Lunch, Care of Magical Creatures, Free Period

Wednesday: Double Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lunch, Double Potions

Thursday: Free Period, Ancient Runes (beginner), Lunch, Double Herbology

Friday: History of Magic, Arithmancy, Lunch, Astronomy (sometimes at night)

Well, the schedule did not look to bad, basically all the same at Beauxbatons. They must have known I have never taken Ancient Runes, seeing the little note beginner next to it.

I finished my breakfast and headed off to my first class at Hogwarts: Muggle Studies.

Who knew Muggle Studies could be so interesting? It was quite a fascinating subject. I mean, I'm not really a big fan of Muggles. I know, doesn't that make me a hypocrite because my family was muggles? Well, no. Not technically.

See, my parents died when I was four. They were murdered.

I saw the whole thing happen in front of me. And well, I killed him. The guy who murdered my family. I got so furious that this man took away my Mom and Dad, that I killed him. With magic. When the police arrived, they were very confused, but Magical Law Enforcement stepped in, and I was taken away to the Ministry of Magic. (and no I can't remember much, but when I got old enough, my teachers at Beauxbatons told me the entire story) They did not know what to do with me, for I was a four year old who had murdered someone, without a wand or any magical training at all. I baffled a lot of people, magical scientist studied me. The scientists tried to get the same result as the day my family died. They pushed me and made me upset, but I never did hurt another person. They got fed up when I couldn't get the same results. They gave up on me. I was put into St. Mungo's as a permanent resident until I was old enough to go to school.

Still to this day, no one knows how I killed that man.

That's why so many people are scared of me. I can't get close to people, or people won't get close to me.

But I've lived with it my whole life so, no big deal.

"Juliette, dear? Are you having a vision?" Professor Trelawney asks me as she walks up to my table.

"Umm, no." I answer back, still thinking about my history.

"Oh. Alright." Professor Trelawney drifts away to the next table where the other Slytherin girls gossip. I'm at a table by myself, and still confused about what I'm supposed to be seeing in the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a paper airplanes flies towards me and lands neatly on my desk in front of me. I look around, but no one seems to notice this weird incident. I open it up and see a messy scrawl written inside.

I think you're kind of cute. Meet me in the library after dinner. I want to talk.

The table behind the bookshelf on Magical Creatures

Scorpius

I wasn't sure if this was serious or not. I spun around in my chair to look at Scorpius. He was surrounded by his group of friends that I now thought of as attached to his hip. Could he get away from them long enough to actually talk to me? Or was this some big joke they wanted to play on me?

Then Scorpius looked at me, and I couldn't look away. His eyes held me. I couldn't look away. This couldn't be a joke, and if it was, I still was going to sit at that table till the librarian kicked me out.