Welcome to another chapter of Not one, but Two!

I can't think of much to say, so let's skip to the story!

I do not own Harry Potter. That honor goes to JKR.

Nellie woke from her sleep for the third time. She wasn't able to make sense of the last twenty-four hours.

She was adopted? Her real parents were dead? Her brother was Harry Potter?

She was under the Imperius curse?

When she was younger she was told of the Unforgivable Curses, but she never expected one to be used on her. She was able to keep her thoughts, but unable to control her body like she had before. She was restricted from sitting a certain way, or writing anyone letters. She was even limited on what she could say. She tried refusing what Voldemort had ordered, but the words wouldn't come out.

"My parent's are dead, thanks to your father," Harry had once told her. Now she too was the victim.

The man she had thought was her father had been lying to her? Tears flooded her eyes as she pulled the covers over her head.

"If you really were Snape's kid you would have no emotion." Ron had said back in her first year. Nellie figured he was right in some way.

Nellie, for the first time in her life, hated Severus Snape. Then again, she didn't know he'd been lying to her before.

Trying to clear her head, Nellie got out of bed and headed down the stairs to go for a walk.

As she reached the bottom, she could see a man sitting down, a frown on his face. Hearing Nellie, he turned at her in surprise. Recognizing the man as Snape, she turned away from him and walked off.

Nellie reached the door to the house, and turned the handle. When open, Nellie walked out, and felt her body stop at the 'Welcome' mat.

Trying to walk forward, she sighed in defeat as she felt her body no longer following her control. She was taken back inside, and she realized this was just another restriction.

Eventually Nellie grew tired, and fell asleep.

The following day began with the sun shining in Nellie's face. Nellie groaned as she shut the curtains and headed downstairs for breakfast.

After buttering a slice of toast, Nellie took the plate towards the couch and sat, her feet on the coffee table. Nonattentively, Nellie ate the toast, her mind still full on the events that had occurred the day before.

"Nellie," a voice murmured, Nellie hadn't noticed Snape walk into the room. "Nellie, can we talk?"

"Why? Do you want to reveal more secrets you've kept from me?" Nellie didn't dare look at him.

"Nellie, I should have told you earlier. But if I had-"

"If you had," Nellie snapped, "my life wouldn't be the mess it is now. Maybe I would have friends."

"Nellie, what are you talking about?"

"It's because of you. All because of you. They thought I was like you, so they didn't want to be my friend."

Finishing her toast, Nellie washed the plate and stomped off to her room.

In the days following before leaving for Hogwarts, Nellie kept to her room for the most part, seeing Snape rarely and talking to him even less often. Bored and unhappy, Nellie felt like she was alone, with no one that could truly support her.

After what felt like ages, the day to board the Hogwarts express had arrived. Nellie carried her trunks and walked on the train without as much as a goodbye to her father. Nellie sat in an empty compartment, and it remained empty most of the time that students were boarding. By the time the train was leaving, only Draco sat near her.

"So, you're a Potter after all," Draco finally whispered.

"Look, Draco, I'm hardly in the mood to hear some arrogant waste from you today, so-"

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"That's a first."

"Nellie, I was just going to say I'm sorry."

Nellie let out a laugh. "Sorry? For what? Sorry that my mother was muggle-born? Sorry that my brother is Harry Potter? Sorry that my family is disgraceful in comparison to yours?"

If anyone else had said this to Draco, he would've been surprised, but in his childhood he had grown used to her attitude when she was upset. Thus, he replied calmly,

"Sorry that you have been lied to all these years."

Nellie immediately calmed down, surprised by his words. Ready to reply, she opened her mouth, and said, "So, how are we getting all those death eaters in the school?"

Nellie shook her head ferociously. That was not what she had planned to say.

"Wretched Imperius curse," she muttered annoyingly.

Draco smirked softly. "I have a plan, but it can wait until I am sure it will work. And I know that isn't what you meant to say, correct?"

"Yeah, this curse has been torture for me. And I'm sorry for snapping at you. It just feels weird, and I'm not used to this."

"That would make sense," Draco murmured, looking out the window. Nellie did the same. Not long after, a woman handed each Nellie and Draco a scroll, and each opened with particular interest.

"I'm invited to have lunch with a new Professor, Professor Slughorn." Draco stated, looking over the scroll. After reading the scroll, Nellie noted that she had also been invited.

Before long, both resumed looking out the window, and kept that way until the train had arrived.

Yeah, I know the last couple sentences were forced, but I needed some way to end the chapter.

And I know Draco is with the other Slytherins, gloating about his connection to Voldemort during this chapter, but,

Harry Potter Confession!

I don't think he would have done that, in comparison to his behavior throughout the year. He seemed like he hated being forced to have to Kill Dumbledore and everything. So I changed it a bit. If you are someone who would've wanted the chapter to coordinate with the book better, I'm sorry.

Myraah out.