Screaming. Scrambeling through the hallways. I tried orientating myself, but I couldn't see anything under the sea of people. A womens evil laugh. Flashes of green -
My eyes snapped open, sweat streaming down my face. At first I was confused as to where I was, but suddenly all the memories of the night before came back to me. I was a Slytherin. Me. Daughter of James and Lily Potter. Sister of The-Boy-Who-Lived. A Slytherin! How was that even possible? My stare turned over to the clock, which was luckily straight in front of me. It was early, very early, but not too early to get up, I decided in the end. The other girls were all still fast asleep, showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. I didn't really care. They hadn't been very nice to me the night before, just because I was a half-blood...
I climbed out of bed, the coldness of the room hitting my feet immediately. The fact that the Slytherin dorms laid only barely over the surface of the lake made the whole room look gloomy and a bit spooky. I headed over to the bathroom to get dressed. Even though it was a weekend, I decided that I wanted to wear my school uniform. Walk it in before school started. Luckily the bathroom floor was much warmer than the dorm had been, so I was able to relax as I put on my shirt, skirt, socks and tie. My hair had stayed flat for once, so all I had to do was to put it up in a ponytail. I caught a flash of my own reflection in the mirror, and I could've sworn that I could see someone else in there too. My body stopped, and I took another look into the mirror. No. It was just me in there. Must've been the light.
I had heard from dad and Sirius that the Slytherin common room was a very cold and dark place. That was the reason why I had been so shocked the night before when we first entered it. The common room was actually very comfortable, even more so when there were no one around. I might have accepted that I was to be a Slytherin, but I didn't quite enjoy being around the others just yet. Most of them gave me strange looks. Some of hatred and others of disgust.
The fact that I managed to walk all the way from the common room to the Great Hall without getting lost made me smile. I made a mental note to try and figure out the way around the castle before classes would start Monday, just as I entered the Great Hall. There wasn't a lot of students in the hall, mostly teachers and some of the older students. Almost immediately I noticed that professor Snape was among the teachers up at the teacher's table. Rapidly I walked all the way over to the end of the table, the end closest to the teachers table, before I sat down. I didn't want to be passed by half the school. The fact that I was all alone and had no friends had never been more obvious than in that single moment. My insecurities was probably all over the place.
Halfway through my breakfast I noticed that more and more of the rest of the school had started to appear. Many of them, I figured, were some of my new classmates. None of them spared me another glance, however, so I continued to eat the rest of my food without looking up from the table. The excited chatter became louder and louder, making my head throb slightly. I knew that it would take plenty of time for me to get used to that. It wasn't until I heard a pair of footsteps approaching that I let my eyes return upwards.
"Miss Potter." It was him. Professor Snape. His voice soft as velvet as he spoke. "Welcome to Slytherin." He whispered with a small smirk, putting pressure on each word. I smiledback at him, nodding my thanks. The professor then handeled me my timetable for so to carry on down the table. I couldn't help but notice that he had been much nicer and direct with me than all the others after me.
*Later that day*
"Potter! Hey, Potter!?" Joan yelled at me from the other side of the courtyard.
I tried ignoring the gang as I walked past, keeping my head held high. I didn't want to let myself show any emotions, knowing just how mean they could be.
"How's your filthy mudblood of a mother doing, Potter? Is it true that she's a slave for the higher pureblood community?"
Inside of me I could feel something snap. Before I could stop it, a tear escaped my eye and slid down my cheek. My heart sank, hoping that they hadn't seen it, but of course they had.
"Ooooo, little Potty baby crying!" Alexandra laughed out with a snort, the four others echoing behind her.
I tried to walk away, but they just followed me, mocking my every move. Desperately I looked about in search of someone. Who, I didn't know. A teacher or maybe a prefect even. I knew only they would stop them.
"Not gonna answer either now, huh Potty?" One of the boys, I think his name was Timothy, screeched, before he spit after me.
Once again I tried to walk away, when suddenly two older boys grabbed me by my ponytail and hurled me down towards the ground, which I hit with a great tud. The tears came down on me like a small waterfall, and I could do nothing to stop it. I could barely see because of them, but I felt every blow those boys threw at me, crying as they beat me up. Screaming for help. Nobody came. After all, I was just a half-blood in Slytherin to them. Nothing more.