Chapter 1: Daddy Dearest (Hogwarts Story)

“JADE!” A cold voice trilled through the Manor. I made my way down the steps, dragging my trunk. There, in the flesh was a snake like figure, my collarbone started burning.

“Yes?” I said bowing my head.

“Yes, My lord!” he spat, “Time to go.”

“yes,” I mumbled.

“Yes what?” his beady eyes narrowed.

“Please?” I asked sarcastically.

“Crucio!” he hissed. I fell to the floor; I held in my screams, I wouldn’t give him the pleasure. I loathed him, I am nobody’s servant. I’ve gotten used to this over the years; I just sat there my head in my hands, kneeling on the floor.

He took off the curse, “Had enough?”

I glared, “Obviously not, normally it takes longer.”

“You’re late, go!” he hissed striding out of the room.

“Try and stop me,” I yelled after him and threw the floo powder, “Platform nine and three quarters.” I was engulfed in green flames.

I strode out onto the platform dragging my trunk. I was already in my robes, so I headed to the compartment I normally sat in. I opened the door to find, the trio. I rolled my eyes.

“Oh look who it is, the Slytherin Ice Queen!” Potter sneered.

“Oh look who is leaving!” I said turning to leave.

“Going to find your death eater friends?” he tested. I’ve had enough of this boy; he was pushing my limits and ruined my good day.

“If I had friends, they most definitely would not be death eaters!” I hissed, accenting every world, and exited the compartment before he could say anything else.

~Harry’s POV~

“If I had friends, they most definitely would NOT be death Eaters!!” She hissed at me; then left in a flash.

We were staring after her for a second, then Hermione spoke, “Wonder what that was all about.”

“Yea, she didn’t even fight back,” Ron said, shoving chocolate in his mouth.

“She is up to something,” I said, she had to be; she always fought back, always.

“Not everyone is up to something Harry,” Hermione reasoned.

“She is, I can tell, she is different this year,” I narrowed my eyes, “and she most definitely hasn’t changed.”

Hermione Rolled her eyes, “I’m going to go get changed.”

~Jade’s POV~

I stormed out of the compartment and went into the changing room.

“Why did he have to ruin my good day? Why can’t he keep his stupid accusations to himself! He isn’t the only one who’s lost someone to MY DAD!” for the first time since I was 11, I cried.

It was that time, the once and a lifetime point of my life that I broke down from everything. I didn’t hear the changing room’s door open, until a voice cut through my sobbing.

“Hello? Are you ok?” I heard someone ask. I stopped crying and hid my face.

“Please go away,” I said; my head in my hands and my arms wrapped around my knees.

The door shut and when I thought she left, I stood up, wiped away my tears and walked out of my stall. My bloodshot hazel eyes met her warm brown ones. I dropped my trunk and ran back into the stall. I began crying again; man today is just not my day!

“Jade?” she asked timidly.

“What?” my voice gave away the fact I was crying.

She pushed open the door, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, and looked towards the ground. She sat down next to me.

After five minutes of silence, I grunted.

“I guess saying nothing won’t work, huh?”

She gave a small shake of her head, and a warm smile was placed on her lips.

“It’s about time though, I needed a nice breakdown.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“A breakdown, you’re smart, right? It means when you hold your emotions, problems, feelings, and anger in, it’s got to come out.” I snapped.

She looked taken aback.

“Sorry,” I mused, “and I thought today was going to be a good day. I finally got away from my dad, and with only a bit of punishment.”

“Jade, is your dad…” she trailed off.

“You should probably take off running now; get away from the psychopath’s daughter!” I said sarcastically. She took it as a confirmation and backed up.

“I knew it,” I said, “Just go back to Harry and his stupid accusations, thanks for your kindness but I’ve lasted 16 years with out it, I think I can manage a bit longer.”

“The only thing I need to know is…”

I cut her off, “What do you need to know? You don’t need to know anything about me or my stupid father, have you ever heard me call you a mudblood? NO! Because I don’t believe in it!! It’s a stupid thing that Purebloods live by and I’m sick of it.

“You know what? You think that muggleborns have it the hardest, that they are discriminated against more then any other. But that’s not true; people naturally avoid any Slytherin purebloods thinking they are all the SAME!! Well I’ll tell you they are not! If I didn’t fear for my freaking life I would be in Gryffindor with you and stupid Potter!” I stomped past her and left her stunned in the changing room. I found an empty compartment, put a silencing charm on it and broke down once again.

~Hermione’s POV~

I was stunned to say the least; all that she said was true! All that discrimination against pureblood Slytherins, I hate all of them, but I don’t know them. I changed in a trance and found the compartment and sat in the empty seat next to Ron.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Harry asked.

I looked down; I’m not going to tell them.

“Nothing, just thinking,” I lied.

“No, something is wrong,” Ron pressed.

“Honest,” I lied again.

“I don’t believe you, Hermione who hurt you?”

“No one hurt me; I just had a run in with someone, no biggy.” I said and took out a book.

“Was it the Ice Queen?” Harry asked.

I shook my head, “Nope.” I heard a high whistle and then banging from Ron’s trunk.

“My sneakoscope,” Ron mumbled

“She didn’t hurt me,” I mended.

They glared, “Hurt can be physical and emotional.” Ron said.

I glared back, “And she did neither.”

“Why are you defending her?” Harry hissed.

“I am defending her because she didn’t do anything!” I stood up.

“What are you confunded?” Ron asked.

“NO!” I took a deep breath, “I’m going to sit with Ginny,” I said and marched out.