Ye lol I'm not JKR and do not own Harry Potter
We sat on the steps of the courtyard the next day, Violetta brought a blanket so our bums didn't get from the snow that fell but we were too busy trying not to puke, or trying not to remember yesterday's events.
"I can't believe you shagged him." Ursula dropped, breaking the silence. "I mean he's fit, but I can't believe we were that drunk."
"Did any of you guys know? Or were well all equally clueless" I asked
"Well, I mean it's not like we pay much attention to the Gryffs, or really anyone else that's not in our house" Violetta stated only for Ursula to point out that James Potter was head boy.
"I blame it on Florence." Charlotte shrugged "I mean you said we were in the red house"
"Yeah but we said not Gryffindor, so it's not my fault completely, but then again I am colourblind and I was the one who shagged him. Fuck what if mother finds out, I'd be blasted off the family tree. Or worse, cut from my trust." I moaned, I mean I love my mother but when push comes to shove she'll die and I'll need money.
We all sat silence. At the time, it was a blast but goddamn we are dumb. At least school started in two days – it meant no more parties and no more mistakes.
"Are you lot going to the Malfoy's New Year's party?" I asked but I knew the answer, it was mindless talk, of course we will go.
We were Purebloods.
Ruthless, snarky, just but ambitions. We did what we want and we were lucky we wanted to do what our parents set out for us. See, when you imagine Slytherins, you imagine ugly cruel, cold hearted banshees. And we can be. But we aren't, not outright. See, we drink, we talk, we have friends and family we care and love for.
And we do what we must to protect them.
All of us were born to be what we are. Me, perhaps the most out of our group. I had one of the fastest sorting's in Hogwarts history. As soon as it touched a single strand it yelled out my house. The others were fast, but no one close to my speed. Perhaps that was why the dark lord was so intent in my joining. Regardless, I am at school and can't do anything until I get out of this…area. Mind you, I love this school but I hate the conformity, the oppressive nature of the classroom. I also hate half the bloody teachers.
"Yeah, I'm wearing a Maguretta, its black and silver" Charlotte replied half-heartedly.
"I'm guessing expensive?" "Very" We all nodded at looked out. We would have been more joyous but it was all weighing on our minds. Our futures could be ruined. My life destroyed, because of a couple of drinks and a huge mistake. Its times like this I thank Merlin that Violetta has a crush on the Bulstroad boy, it means the contraceptive potion is for my disposal.
For the few days we had of holiday, our moods were lifted as we all promised that we'd forget the events of my birthday.
"Darling you look splendidly healthy" My father said as he approached me, kissing me on each cheek before assessing my look.
He nodded slightly making sure the the long, tight black gown under my velvet purple robe was acceptable for the people we were going to meet.
"Acceptable."
I nodded gratefully as walked through the door he had opened for me. I dumped my outer-most coat on the small elf, fitting in well with the others in the room. I made my way over to my mother who was in deep conversation with Lucius and Narsissa, the newly-weds.
"Florence, darling, look who it is, we haven't' seen them since the wedding, which was truly splendid by the way." I turned to the two blondes and smiled whilst voicing my appreciation of the wedding.
"Ah Miss Florence, a pleasure always" Lucius kissed my hand as I held it out to him
"Truly, I am gracious for the invitation to this illustrious event Lucius." I replied, calmly and evenly. But I was hardly gracious, I knew I would be invited. I am, of course, part of the noble and ancient house of Macmilliam. I was also one of his options to be betrothed.
I nodded and walked away from the trio, my eyes searching for my friends. I spotted Violetta conversing with Cornelius Bulstroad, noticing her blushing. Walking away, I captured a glass of wizarding finest Champagne, taking a submissive gulp as my eyes grazed the crowd.
They landed on a very handsome family, handsome indeed. The mother, tall and regel wore the darkest and finest of robes, the father domineering and ostentatious, the son, young and well-cut and finally, the cousin, dark and menacing with a wicked glint in her eyes. I smiled and walked over.
"My warmest greetings Blacks" I smiled, curtsying slightly. They are, after all, the noble and most ancient house of Black.
"Ah My dearest Miss Florence Macmilliam, a pleasure to see you always" Walburga Black smiled to me. She was a darling, as was the rest of the family. I shared my greetings and excused myself, taking Bellatrix with me. She may be older, but she will always be my mentor.
"Ah Florence, I have missed you so. I hope you have been terrorising the bastard for me whilst I have been gone" She grinned at me, pinching me slightly by the side from her anger around Sirius.
"Always Bellatrix, Always." I replied, cringing slightly, not from the pain but from the memories.
"Darling, I think you are old enough and I can't simply wait to show you the exciting news." She shared to me as I followed her through the party and into a private room.
"I know you are strong, and I know you are capable. You are a fine Slytherin and a finer Pureblood." She told me. "Which is why you are pleasured to join the ranks of our gracious Lord."
Watching her face, I followed it to stare over in the corner of the room where a dark figure walked out of the corner. She smiled as pushed me towards it.
"Good luck, my darling Florence" She said.
She left the room.
She left me.
She left me with him.
Lord Voldemort.
