As Heather followed Lucius onto the train, she tried desperately to wipe the emotions from her face. A few people stared, having never seen her before. She tried to act like she fit in, like she felt at home, but it was very difficult. Sure, she had grown up in an orphanage, always unsure of what would happen to her next, but she had never had problems like this. Never before had she been subjected to people that she actually cared about what they thought of her. She had always been rather submissive, choosing to accpt most things, and choose which battles were absolutely necessary to fight. But never had she been absolutely helpless to control a situation.
Before she knew it, Lucius had guided her to a noisy compartment.
“In,” he demanded. Heather glared at him defiantly, but he shoved her roughly in the back. The compartment got quiet when she entered. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked around her. Three people were sitting in the seats before her.
One girl who had large, heavy-lidded eyes and long, black hair glared at her. Heather frowned, as the girl had a fmailiar air about her. Then, sitting next to her was a rather tall, greasy looking boy with long, shoulder length black hair and a large, beak-like nose. She tried not to moan in disgust as his greasy locks were matted to his head.
Then, sitting on the seat opposite them both was a very skinny, short boy. He had extremely delicate features, and a buzz-cut, making him look even more scrawny. His face was pencil-like, coming to a point at his nose. He reminded her very much of a starving bird. He looked menacingly at her. Lucius pushed her out of the way, moving to sit next to the bird.
“Hey Lucius,” the greasy kid said, grinning. “Who’s the girl?” Heather was extremely uncomfortable, realizing she was the only one standing, and there were no more seats. She decided to just lean against the wall. She saw Lucius opening his mouth to introduce her. She would have none of it. She didn’t want him introducing her as if she was his little slave or something.
“My name is Heather. Pleased to meet you all,” she snapped, cutting Lucius off. Everybody in the compartment stared at her, then at Lucius, seeing what he might do to her for her outrageous behavior.
Heather's insides curled. Lucius had been right, he was like a lord to them all, and she had just offended. She tried to smile sweetly, glancing cuttingly at her cousin.
“She hasn’t quite learned the rules yet," Lucius ground out, then let out a frustrated sigh. "That is Severus Snape,” he said, pointing at the greasy-haired boy. “That is Theodore Knott,” he motioned to the scrawny kid. “And that, is Bellatrix Black,” he finished. Then it hit her. That’s why she seemed familiar. She was related to Sirius! But that meant...
"Are you a pure-blood?" Heather asked quickly, putting two and two together. Bellatrix looked up from her bored expression to dawn one of surprise.
"Of course! All of the Blacks are pure-bloods, you imbecile!" she said, glaring mutinously, as though the idea of being half-blood was ridiculous. Haether bit her lip.
"And...you're sisters with Sirius Black?" she couldn't help but ask, ignoring the scandalized look of Lucius. He looked ready to strangle her.
"Don't mention that name to me! He's a Blood Traitor, and how dare you suggest he's my brother! He's my cousin only!" she hissed. Heather stood dumbstruck, only nodding.
That hypocrite! she couldn't help but thinking. That dirty, hypocrite! His family was just like the Malfoys! And yet he had the nerve to judge her?! Her anger at him grew, as did her dislike of his character. Who did he think he was, anyways?
"...as a Slytherin. The first rule you will learn is, I do all the talking,” Lucius said, interupting her thoughts. It took her a second to realize he'd been talking to her that whole time. Her eyebrows shot up as she began to compute what he'd just told her.
“Oh, so you’re just going to train me like I’m some animal? I don’t think so! I am not your little...” but Heather was cut off when the compartment door slid open. She looked around and saw a girl about her age, smiling cunningly. She was wearing a very tight mini-skirt, and looked as if she had altered her school blouse so that it fit her very snugly, showing off her curves. She had long, stick-straight blonde hair and enough make-up on to completely hide whatever facial features she might have naturally.
“Hey sweetie,” she said rather huskily to Lucius.
“Narcissa...” Lucius said, pleased. She sauntered over and sat on his lap. Lucius put his arms around her and then pressed her against the wall, kissing her harshly. Heather frowned, he had to be hurting her. She looked around at the others and saw that they were watching, looking rather bored. Snape watched them, and then cast a taunting glance at Heather. She grimaced.
“I think I’m going to be sick! I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, and left out the door, unnoticed by Lucius and the blonde girl, Narcissa.
As soon as she was outside in the corridor she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Her life was going to be hell this year. Opening her eyes, she saw Sirius Black leaning against the wall not too far away. He was staring at her, looking lost and confused. She thought of his cousin, sitting inside the compartment, and it filled her with rage. She looked away from him, folding her arms over her chest. Was there no way to escape these coniving people?
Sirius saw how desolate she looked. He wondered what could make her feel that way. Maybe it was because Voldemort wasn’t strong enough, or maybe because there were still Muggles in the world. At these thoughts he looked away. She was a Malfoy.
“Who’s that?” a voice said right beside him. Sirius jumped and turned to see Peter standing beside him. He was pointing rudely at Heather, though she wasn't paying any attention to him anymore.
“Heather Malfoy,” Sirius said shortly, pulling Peter's fat fingers out of their pointing position. He swallowed, his anger getting caught in his voice as he said the name, Malfoy.
“Malfoy? What should we do about that? Sounds like new prey. She’d be a fun one to prank, don’t you think?” Peter said eagerly, trying to appear cool. Sirius glared. Then he stopped as he saw Heather walking down the hallway. She passed them, averting her gaze. This made Sirius mad. Did she think him so below her she couldn’t even look at him?!
Heather quickly caught a glimpse of Sirius glaring at her, and her heart quickened. Did he really hate her that much? But then she tripped over something and fell to the ground. She looked up and saw that Sirius must have tripped her! She got up angrily, this was taking things too far!
“Was that necessary?!” she yelled at him. Sirius’ face looked blank for a second, as if he wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about. “Did you have to trip me?”
“I didn’t trip you!” Sirius shouted at her, inscenced by her accusation.
“Oh, so I just tripped over the air?” Heather asked hotly. Sirius glared, noticing the attention they were getting. He gave a bark of laughter as heads poked out of their compartments. He suddenly realized what she was trying to do.
“Just looking for a reason to yell at me! I didn’t trip you and you know it! You just wanted to make me look like I did so you can pout to your Slytherin cronies. Hoping they’ll come and attack me for you?” he yelled losing control.
“Oh, so now I have cronies?!” Heather said. “You really are so narrow-minded. Just because my last name is Malfoy you have to trip me all over the place. Maybe Lucius was right about you!”
“Oh, Lucius talks about me does he? Does he happen to mention how charming I am?” Sirius said in mock glee. Heather glared at him. “Alright, you’ve got what you want. You’ve made a big scene. Happy?” Sirius said cuttingly. Heather stopped and looked around, also noticing the gaping faces of students watching intently. She turned angrily back to Sirius, but it was only to have the door slammed in her face. She glared.
Sirius took a deep breath as he leaned against the shut door and saw James and Remus looking up at him from their seats. Peter was standing right beside him, with a rather satisfied look on his face. Nobody would suspect Peter’s tripping the girl, but he had. It was his first prank. Sirius sighed heavily and sat down next to James.
"Hey, mate, don't sweat it," James said. Apparently they had heard it through the glass. This distressed Sirius even more.
“Well, I’m sure to get a visit from the Slytherins once she tells them I’ve tripped her,” he said dismally.
“Did you trip her?” Remus asked.
“No!” Sirius said annoyed. “She completely faked it.”
“Well, don’t worry. If she was just looking for a reason to sic the Slytherins on you, I’ve got your back,” James said. “But, in the meantime, I’m going to find Lily.” Sirius snorted. James and Lily had been going out for a couple of months now, and they were inseparable. Nobody noticed Peter shifting guiltily. He hadn't meant to get Sirius in trouble....
At last the train came to a stop, and Heather was relieved to get away into the crowd. She hadn’t gone back to the compartment, but had found one with a rather jumpy third year girl, and asked if she could share the compartment. She had tried to strike up conversation, but the girl didn’t seem to want to talk at all.
Walking along, Heather unconsciously looked for Sirius. When she caught herself doing it, she stopped immediately and slapped herself mentally. Looking around her, she tried her best to blend in with the crowd, lest Lucius spotted her. Just then, she stopped, her whole body shivering. She wasn’t even that cold, but she suddenly couldn’t stop shivering. She started breathing deeply, her head was pounding. Her eyes began watering, and she felt people passing her.
“Are you alright?” she heard somebody ask rather concernedly. She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t breath right. Suddenly her knees buckled, and she dropped onto the ground.
“What’s wrong with you?!” the same voice said again, rather scared sounding.
Heather stopped shivering, and she opened her eyes. But she wasn’t outside the train, she wasn’t on the driveway of Hogwarts. She was somewhere she had never seen before. She was in a dark corridor, and staring straight at a young boy. He looked to be about eleven. He was crying, clutching his knees on the ground. She stared in shock, and then, quite suddenly, a wizard walked around a corner across from her.
He was holding a wand. He was too far away, so she couldn’t see who it was. The man raised his wand into the air, and just started to bring it down on the boy when Heather was jerked away from the corridor.
“NO!” she yelled, sitting up off the ground. Her head pounded terribly, and she had tears streaming down her face. What had just happened? What had she just seen?! She had to save that little boy!
Preview for Chapter Four~*~The Sorting: It seemed to take forever before they got to the ‘M’s. But, finally, after “Maleoth, Anne!” was made a Gryffindor, they got to her.
“Malfoy, Heather!” McGonagall called, and at once the crowd grew silent. She could see everybody staring.
“Malfoy? Like Lucius Malfoy?!” she heard people mutter. She narrowed her eyes, and spotted Lucius smiling grimly at her.
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