There is something strange, and almost heartbreaking, about watching the world crumble around you. Knowing there is not a thing you can do about it. It's worse when, perhaps, you could have.
It might have been my third day without sleep, only nights laying awake in anticipation of what was to come. The return to Hogwarts was fast approaching, and while I was eager to wander the castle halls once again, there was that ever present twinge of fear. For centuries the school had been home to dozens of fragile secret. The kind that could ruin dynasties and send entire families into the obsolete.
I was not blind to the order of things. I knew all too well the way the others of my house envied me. Slytherin was thought to be a breeding ground for madness, and I was the queen. The darkest of them all. With my jet black hair and piercing gaze, I became the embodiment of the shadows. They loved me and hated me and wanted me all at once, and I adored every sultry glance that came my way.
I couldnt quite bring myself to believe I'd ever belonged at Hogwarts. I'd always been destined for greater things. Darker, perhaps, but greater nonetheless. And I would get them, somehow. One day I would be free of the prison to which I was condemned, and I would move onto greater and darker things indeed.
I had been raised to be evil. Born and bred in hatred. And when the Dark Lord had fallen, he had taken down with him every Death-Eater, every name associated wth the Dark Arts. All those who had sold their soul for protection and power and the insatiable lust for all things terrible.
And so my family had fallen into debris. The name Hart, once so recognized, now bore a black mark that could never be forgotten. Once the Ministry found the evidence they needed, my parents had been whisked away to Azkaban, leaving me alone and defenseless. My fate was sealed; I was shipped off to live my aunt and uncle.
The Malfoys had been kind to me, showering me with only the best. Uncle Draco had talked of a time when the world had beeen different, when there had been no tolerance for muggles. When he said these things, such a look came over his eyes. It almost scared me.
But no, they were not here now. I was alone outside the entrance to the Slytherin house, becase those who might talk to me turned away with envy, and all the rest avoided me out of fear. It seemed to me that I woul remain very, very alone.
Or maybe not so. I noticed then a boy leaning against the wall. Black hair and a stunning gaze greeted me. Something ran through me then, some twinge of emotion I barely recognized. "Hello," I said uncertainly.
"Hey," the boy returned.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?"
He told me his name was Bart LeStrange. Something aboout it set off a spark in me. That was a Death-Eater name. He must have gone through all the same struggles as me.
"I'm Guinevere, Guinevere Hart."
Those were words I was not expecting. But then, all the purebloods were so interlocked, it really shouldnt have come as much surprise to me.
"My...guardian told me to stay away from you. That you would be a bad influence on me."
I smirked a little. "Hah, she was right about that. Parseltongue." I explained to him that that was the password to the Slytherin dungeons and then disappeared into the commonroom. By the time he stepped over the threshold, I was long gone.