Chapter 1

I laughed at my misfortune; in this life too I had no family.

Mother had asked me to get some ingredients for a potion that she was brewing so I had gone into the forest to get some herbs. As I neared the village I could hear screaming, a pain filled cry that was unmistakably my mother's. I dropped the basket and ran the rest of the way to the village, where a large crowd was gathered in the town centre. I pushed my way through the crowd to see what they were looking at and I heard someone say "She got what she deserved." I turned around to see what he was looking at, the pyre was lit and all that remained that I could see through the flames was a charred copse, around the neck I could see my mother's necklace. I realised then that these muggles had murdered my mother because she was a witch.

I let out a rage filled cry, as the wind picked up, it was whipping my black hair all over the place but I took no notice. I was consumed with grief; I had just lost my only family. The villages then started to notice me and they cowered in fear as my magic took control.

I was 8 at the time, and it was the first time that I took a life. I always despised muggles after that even after I meet Godric, Rowena and Helga. Now I have more memories to add to why I despise muggles, the memories of my muggle relatives. Looking around, I pick up the The Amulet on Amaradh and put it in my bag before standing up and brushing the dust from my robes, making note that I had to find time to go to Diagon Alley to buy some decent clothes.

Before exiting the Room of Hidden Things, I check that no one is outside in the corridor, as Godric and I used to do when we were avoiding Rowena and Helga. Laughing at the memory of when Rowena and Helga followed us to try and discover where we disappeared to on occasion, I make my way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Rowena and Helga had followed us up to the seventh floor, and even with Rowena's renounced intelligence they had lost us and so were pressing parts of the wall opposite us, searching for our hidden room. We stepped out to stand behind them and Godric cleared his voice before saying "What may I ask are you ladies doing?" They had been so surprised that Rowena almost fell down the staircase.

The Great Hall was filling up quickly when I arrived and as I walked by the Slytherin table, I sneered, as I looked at them; the majority of these people were not true Slytherins. I did not and never will believe in the superiority that the pure-bloods believe in, I myself am a half-blood in this life and my past one. I may despise muggles but there is nothing wrong with their magical offspring, the muggle-borns. In fact some of the most powerful witches and wizards that I have meet are muggle-born or half-bloods, Rowena and I are a prime example of this.

Moving on towards the Gryffindor table, I spotted Ron, Hermione and Ginny, my only friends and made my way through the mass of students towards the end of the table. If only Godric could see me now, a Gryffindor, he would get a kick out of that, but I had wanted to be accepted and Hagrid had told me of Slytherin's reputation. As I slipped onto the seat next to Ron, Hermione hissed at me "Where have you been?"

"Later," I respond, before reaching for a piece of toast. Further down the table is Neville Longbottom and his gang, they are talking loudly about the quidditch match on this morning between Gryiffindor and Slytherin. Ron's voice interrupts me from my thoughts "We have to win this match against Slytherin by 220 points to have a chance at the cup"

"Yes ok," I reply, continuing to eat my toast and scrambled eggs

"What's up with you, mate?" Ron asks "its quidditch!"

"I've just got other things on my mind," I tell him.

"Well a game of quidditch is just what you need to get those things off your mind." Ron announces "Come on we want to get good seats don't we." The four off us finish our breakfast before making our way down to the quidditch pitch. Hermione is giving me side long looks as we walk across the grounds, I will have to be more careful in how I act if Hermione is already suspicious. I was acting too much like Salazar and Hermione has caught on to that, as Harry I would have never dismissed quidditch so easily, and it was a lapse in my judgment that I did so this morning. As although I did fly as Salazar and enjoyed it, I didn't take to quidditch quite like Godric did.

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