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Chapter 1

Malfoy Manor

This was my first summer I was away from the Dursleys, and my brother. A part of me expected to miss my brother, but I honestly didn't. The Malfoy manor was amazing. The gravel driveway to the manor house was wide and had a large hedge curving alongside it. The driveway and hedge went past a pair of wrought-iron gates. These gates permitted select individuals (those who made some sort of salute) to pass through them as if they were smoke, and with others the iron contorted into a face which demanded the purpose of the person trying to enter the manor. It was, basically, a really fancy doorbell.

The yew hedge had albino peacocks roving along the top of it. I had never seen a peacock in person before, so the beautiful birds captured my attention anytime I was outside. The outside of the manor was grand and the land surrounding it was vast, filling many acres. Those acres contained numerous types of trees and various plants and perhaps other animal life.

I stayed in my own bedroom, just a few rooms down from Draco. Growing up I never had my own personal space, even at Hogwarts our rooms were shared with a few other people. I thoroughly enjoyed having a room where I could be alone at any time with my thoughts. My room was fairly large with a four poster bed placed on one end. There was a large rug covering most of the cold stone floor, and even a small fireplace if the room ever needed to be warmed up. It was here in this room that I allowed myself to think about Cedric. I cried nearly every morning, waking up from dreams about him and the things we would never do together.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were excellent hosts. Every morning we had breakfast together in the dining room. The dining table was made of dark wood, and extended across the entire room. There was plenty of room to host dinner parties with a few dozen people. I was always greeted with smiles and asked how I was feeling, a custom I was unused to.

Narcissa seemed to enjoy having another girl in the house, she made sure to spend time with me when she could. She enjoyed having conversation with me, even though a couple of times she mentioned the unfortunate fact that my parents were the Potters. I had a feeling, however, that she wouldn't have given me a second thought if I wasn't a person of interest to Voldemort. It was very obvious that the Malfoy's believed in blood purity, and they looked down on others who's blood wasn't as pure.

I only really ever saw Lucius in the mornings, when the whole family would eat together. He spent most of his time at the Ministry, even though he didn't work there. He was currently putting money in the pocket of Cornelius Fudge to make sure the Daily Prophet continued to print articles about my brother and Dumbledore. The articles typically just called the two of them fear-mongers, and simply mad. Occasionally, Lucius would ask Draco and I to stay in our rooms, or just out of the way, when he had the Minister and a few other Ministry people over at the manor.

Draco and I spent part of our free time practicing quidditch. There was an entire quidditch field on the property that Lucius put in for Draco to use during the summer. We would practice throwing a quaffle around, and occasionally we'd let a snitch go for Draco to practice with. This next year's quidditch season was going to be a good one.

Draco never once brought up Cedric. He would, every once in a while, ask if I was doing ok. If my answer was no, he'd simply tell me that he was there if I ever needed to talk to him. I was grateful that he never pushed me to talk about Cedric. I wasn't sure if I'd ever really be able to talk about him to anyone. Draco was being a true friend by simply being there for me, and expecting nothing in return.

It was sometime during the beginning of August that I finally heard anything about my brother. Lucius was telling the family, and me, during breakfast one morning that Harry had performed magic outside of school.

"He what?" I asked, surprised. "He's not that stupid."

"He claims that he and his cousin were attacked by a couple of dementors," Lucius said in a drawling voice. "Fudge is persistent when he says it wasn't the Ministry, however, I know for a fact it wasn't the Dark Lord."

"So he was attacked?" I said, wanting to get more information.

"More than likely, but Fudge this as an excuse to try him before the Wizengamot." Lucius answered.

"So Harry might not get to go back to school?" Draco said, a hint of hope in his voice.

"We will have to wait and see how the hearing goes. It takes place August twelfth," said Lucius to his son. The conversation was over, and we went back to eating our food.

A week and a half went by before the date of Harry's hearing. That evening, I waited with anticipation for Lucius to come home from spending time at the Ministry. Draco and I had already spent a couple of hours outside in the blistering heat practicing quidditch, so we were both pretty worn out. We were sitting in the drawing room when Lucius arrived home.

"So?" I asked Lucius as he settled into a chair in the drawing room?

"So what?" He asked, glancing in my direction.

"What happened at the hearing?" I pressed.

"Dumbledore managed to talk him out of any trouble," Lucius said with a lazy wave of his hand. "You'll be seeing your brother at school this year."

"I'm not sure he'll be happy to see me," I mumbled to myself. A small part of me wanted Harry to get in trouble and not be able to go back to school. I didn't want to deal with him being upset with me for not going with him this summer.

It wasn't until the summer was almost over that I heard anything about Voldemort. I thought that being in a house with some of his supporters that I would hear more about him. However, Voldemort wanted to stay in hiding and keep the Ministry from believing he was back. About a week before the school year was supposed to start, Lucius told the family that we were expecting a visit from Voldemort.

"He's coming here?" Draco asked, surprised at the news. "I thought…"

"It doesn't matter what you thought," Lucius interrupted him. "He's coming to see how things are going with the Ministry. I imagine he'll want a word with you as well." Lucius made eye contact with me. I knew that sooner or later that Voldemort would want to see me. I was after all the sister of the boy who defeated him.

"Ok," I responded. I should have felt nervous to meet him, but I was actually feeling ready. Draco gave a look of concern, but didn't say anything.

"Be ready by six tonight," Lucius said. "The Dark Lord is never late."

That evening, just before six, I waited in the drawing room. The drawing room was a widely proportioned room. Probably the grandest room of the house, it had ceilings thirty feet high, two chandeliers, and a pipe organ at one end. It also had a handsome, ornate marble mantelpiece with a gilded mirror above it. I sat in one of the armchairs, waiting for Voldemort to arrive.

Right at six o'clock, the front door opened. I heard Lucius and Narcissa greet Voldemort before showing him into the drawing room. I stood up from the armchair, my hands behind my back, and waited for him.

Voldemort was thin, and tall. His skin was whiter than a skull. He had no hair on the top of his head. His eyes were wide and scarlet in color. Where there should have been a nose, there were simply two slits for nostrils. His appearance reminded me of a snake. He was wearing elegant black robes, but for some reason he didn't have any shoes on.

Voldemort's scarlet red eyes made eye contact with my green ones. His thin lips curled in a small smile as he appeared to glide over to me. Unsure of what to do, I stood in place and waited for him to say something.

"Chloe Potter," he had a cold, high voice that could be described as sibilant. "We meet at last." He reached out a hand, I assume for a hand shake, and I shook it. His fingers were long and cold. They reminded me of spider legs.

"Sir," I gave him a short nod.

"Lucius, Narcissa, leave us." Voldemort said, without looking over at them. Narcissa gave Lucius a look before the pair left the drawing room. "Now, tell me Miss Potter, why are you here?"

"I didn't want to go back to the Dursley's." I responded slowly.

"Why else?" Voldemort stared intently into my eyes. I had a feeling he was reading my mind. "Do not lie to me, I will know."

"I want to get revenge," I could feel a bit of anger enter my body.

"Revenge," said Voldemort thoughtfully. "For the boy I had killed a few months ago?"

I felt my eyes twitch at the mention of Cedric. "Yes," I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Voldemort nodded before looking away. He turned back towards the door that led to the entrance hallway.

"Pettigrew!" He called out, his voice loud and clear. The door opened and Peter Pettigrew came in. Pettigrew was short, with grubby skin and small watery eyes. He had a pointed nose that looked a lot like a rat. His right hand, which was originally missing its index finger, was now silver.

"My Lord," Peter said in a squeaky voice.

"Come here," Voldemort gestured to the spot next to him. Peter walked over, his eyes darting between Voldemort and me. "Pettigrew here was the one who performed the curse that killed the boy."

"I know," I said while glaring at Peter. Hatred filled my body at the sight of him.

"You want revenge," said Voldemort. "So take it." Peter whimpered at his words.

I pulled out my wand and pointed it at him. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. Which curse should I use? How much damage could I inflict on him? Would Voldemort stop me if I got too close to killing him? I could feel Voldemort watching me, his cold gaze boring into my skin. I decided I wanted Peter to suffer as much as possible, without killing him.

My eyes hardened as I said, "crucio." All of my anger and sadness of losing Cedric coursed through my body as I watched Peter squirm on the ground, crying out in pain. He deserved every second of it. I felt tears stream down my face as I continued to torture him. Voldemort stood there, watching the scene unfold, a small smile on his pale face.

"Enough," Voldemort finally said after a few minutes.

I broke the curse by putting my wand hand down. I wiped the tears off of my face, and watched Peter curl up in a ball on the floor. I wanted to keep going, to make him feel the pain he made me feel.

"Miss Potter, you will make an excellent dark witch." Voldemort said. I glanced up at him to see a spark in his eyes. "Not many witches or wizards are able to cast that curse with such success for the first time. You will indeed be useful to me." So it was a test. He wanted to see what I was capable of. I looked back down at Peter, who was now sobbing, then back up at Voldemort.

"He deserved it," I said coolly.

"Get up," Voldemort said to Peter. "We are leaving." Without so much as another glance at me, Voldemort left the room with Peter trailing behind him. I heard some muttered words in the room next door before the front door was opened and shut.

I let out a small sigh of relief. I had survived my first encounter with Voldemort, and I was able to let out some of my anger towards Peter. I had no idea that casting the Cruciatus Curse would be so therapeutic. I sat down on a chair, near the fireplace.

Shortly after Voldemort left, Draco came into the room. He walked across the floor to my side. His gray eyes searched my face for any discontentment.

"How are you? What did he say?" Draco asked, sitting in the chair next to me.

"I'm fine," I said. "He let me curse Pettigrew."

"I heard the screams," Draco said softly. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah, I do." I said with a small chuckle. "Although, I think he deserves to be tortured more. A few minutes was not enough time."

"I'm sure you'll get more opportunities to torture him again," said Draco with a small smile. I nodded in agreement.

"Let's get some dinner," I said as I stood up from my chair. Draco followed me out of the drawing room and into the dining room.

Dinner was already set; mashed potatoes, chicken, and a variety of grilled vegetables were on silver platters. Lucius was gone, like usual, so it was just Narcissa, Draco, and me. We ate in silence, just the sounds of our utensils and dishes filled the room. Once we were all finished with our plates, we sat in the drawing room until it was time for bed.

I dreamt about Cedric that night. We were by the greenhouses at Hogwarts, walking around and talking about our families. When I awoke the next morning, it was the first time I didn't cry after having a dream about him. It seemed that taking my grief and anger out on Pettigrew did me some good.

It wasn't until the day before our summer holiday ended that Draco and I received our letters with the book list. We were eating breakfast when the post arrived. We only needed two new books this year. With the list arriving so late, I wondered if we would see my brother shopping for his supplies as well.

Draco appeared to get a second letter with the book list. Curiously, I watched him open it to reveal a perfect badge. Narcissa let out a small squeal of excitement for him. Draco looked quite pleased with himself as he stared down at the small badge. A part of me was jealous that I hadn't received a badge, but how could I expect Dumbledore to give me one when I didn't do what he told me to.

There was floo powder stored by the fireplace in the drawing room, and we used that as transport. This was only my second time using floo powder, the first being just before my second year. We turned up in the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron, and from there we went on our way.

Narcissa followed Draco and I around, keeping an eye on us, as we went from shop to shop. I had to stock up on new quills, ink, and parchment because I was running low. Draco wanted to stop by Quality Quidditch Supplies to get more wood oil for his broomstick. Eventually we made our way to Flourish and Blotts where we got our new school books. It was here that I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Weasley.

"Look," I pointed her out to Draco. He followed my finger with his eyes and saw Mrs. Weasley. "Do you think Harry is here too?"

"No," said Draco after looking around. "She'd never let him or his friends out of her sight. Not with the Dark Lord back anyway." A part of me was disappointed, I hadn't seen or talked to Harry since the end of last school term. The only news I've heard was the stuff the Prophet printed, which I knew were lies, and the fact he had a Ministry hearing a few weeks ago. A larger part of me, however, was relieved I didn't see him. The longer I could put off seeing his disappointed face the better.

We finished our shopping in a mere two hours, we didn't need to restock on too many supplies, and then headed back to the manor. We used the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron to get back. Once we had all spun back into the fireplace in the drawing room, Narcissa insisted that we packed our things for the next day.

I didn't have a ton to pack, I barely took things out of my trunk in the first place. So I finished quickly, and went over to see if Draco needed any help getting his things together. I knocked at his bedroom door and waited for an answer.

"Come in," I heard his voice call from inside. I pushed the door open and stepped into his room.

Draco's room was decorated with the Slytherin colors, green and silver. He had a few different quidditch team posters hung up on the walls. I noticed a table with a chessboard on top of it, the chess pieces were playing a game amongst themselves. Draco was putting some school robes in his trunk when I walked in.

"Hey," I said. "Need any help?" Draco looked up from his current task.

"I'm almost done," he said. "Feel free to sit anywhere." He gestured towards the bed and a few chairs that were by the unlit fireplace. I chose to sit on his bed, which was probably the most comfortable bed I had ever been on, and waited for him to be done.

Once Draco was finished packing, he joined me on the side of his bed. The mattress sank a few inches when he sat down next to me. He sat close enough that our knees were just barely touching.

"Ready for the school year?" He asked. I turned my head to look at him.

"I suppose so," I answered. He gave me an inquiring look. "I'm not sure I am ready to see my brother. I know I've disappointed him."

"Do you really need his approval?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes.

"No, but he is my brother." I said softly. "We only had each other for the longest time, and now it's like we are two very different people."

"That's because you are different people," Draco said. "That's not a bad thing. I mean, I most definitely prefer you over your brother." I let out a small chuckle at his words.

"You've never liked my brother," I said.

"No, but I've always liked you." Was that a blush on his face?

"Sure, but for two years you didn't talk to me." I teased. At this point I had forgiven him and moved on from that, but sometimes it was fun to tease him about it.

"Yeah, yeah," Draco said, waving his hand. "Even then, though, I liked you. I was just… stubborn."

"You still are stubborn," I responded, a small smile on my face. Draco rolled his eyes at me.

"I'm used to getting my way, and you were really the first person to not just give me what I want."

"I didn't realize that not telling you something I had promised to not tell anyone was me not giving you what you wanted," I said, still teasing him.

"Well, it was." Draco sounded less playful now and more serious. "Your dreams, are they getting better?" Draco asked after we sat in silence for a moment.

"No, but I've stopped crying when I wake up." I said quietly.

"That's good," he said, nodding his head slowly.

We heard Narcissa call us down for dinner. We headed down, Narcissa didn't like to be kept waiting, and ate our dinner. Lucius didn't join us for dinner, but Narcissa said he'd be home to see us off in the morning.

The next morning, Lucius escorted us to Kings Cross Station. He crossed the barrier between platform nine and ten with us, and watched us get on the scarlet train. Once we were safely on the train, Lucius disapparated.

Draco and I looked for an empty compartment together, and eventually found Pansy and Zabini in one already. I slid the door open and placed my trunk in the overhead storage.

"Chloe!" Pansy greeted me. She stood up and gave me a quick hug. "How are you? How was your summer?"

"I'm alright," I answered with a small laugh. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing good." she answered with a smile. "Look!" she showed off her prefect badge, which was shining on her chest.

"Wow, congratulations!" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

"I couldn't believe it! I thought that you would get it."

"Nah, I've been in too much trouble. Besides, I deliberately disobeyed Dumbledore this summer." I said with a small smile. "I was supposed to go back to the Dursleys, but I went to Draco's place instead."

"You were with Draco all summer?" Pansy asked, her excitement gone.

"Um, yeah," I said slowly. "Didn't I tell you?"

"No," she huffed. "You did not tell me." She turned towards Draco. "I was writing to you all summer, and you didn't once mention Chloe was with you."

"I didn't think I needed to mention it," Draco said with a shrug. Pansy let out a small squeal when she noticed the prefect badge on Draco's chest.

"Oh! You're prefect too!" Her voice sounded excited again. "We will get to spend a lot of time together this year!"

"Now that I'm thinking about it, we should head to the prefect compartment." Draco said, not responding to Pansy's excitement.

The pair of them left, leaving me alone with Zabini. I sat across from Zabini, who had not said a word up until then.

"So," he said slowly. "You and Draco, eh?"

"What? No," I responded with a frown. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, you just said you spent the entire summer at his place." Zabini pointed out.

"Yeah, but not because we are a thing," I said, rolling my eyes. "I was there for my safety, that's all."

"Your safety?" Zabini questioned.

"After the end of last year, I figured the safest place for me would be there. Besides, the Dursleys are just awful to me, I don't think I would've lasted another summer with them."

"Why would you be safer at the Malfoy's than at your family's?" The train lurched as it started to leave the station.

"I wanted to get in the good graces of Lord…" I hesitated for a second.

"The Dark Lord?" Zabini asked, finishing my sentence for me.

"I, uh, yeah." I mumbled. I wasn't sure how much I could tell Zabini.

"Okay, did it work?" Zabini pressed.

"I think so," I answered slowly. I didn't want to go into much detail with him. While Zabini and I were friends, I didn't consider us to be close. Luckily, Zabini dropped the subject when Crabbe and Goyle showed up.

The four of us sat in silence for the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts. The only time we talked was when Pansy and Draco came back while doing their walk of the train. Soon, the Hogwarts Express arrived at the Hogsmeade station. We left the train and headed straight for the horseless carriages that would take us up to the castle to start the school year.

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