Not a Ravenclaw.

Not a Hufflepuff.

Not a Gryffindor.

Not smart.

Not happy or kind.

Not brave at all, or strong.

I'm a Slytherin, a fucking ass Slytherin.

Did you know Slytherins are most likely to develop depression or OCD?

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"What's this?" He grabs my hand, seeing my cuts.

"Ha, cutting yourself now are you? Why don't you just kill yourself while you're at it?" He laughs, along with all his friends.

"Leave me alone you jerks!"

I gather my stuff, quickly running away.

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I flop onto my bed, crying.

Oh no, here comes my roommates.

"Hm? What's this? The slut's crying again!"

"Hahaha, she's such a bitch!"

Look who's talking.

"Just leave me alone..." I mumble, my face in my blankets.

"Talking back now are we?" She says, grabbing me by my arm, lifting me up to face her.

"Woah she's as light as a feather, you know you should just starve yourself!" All of her friend's laugh, and I can't do anything but just let it be.

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I have bruises on my face from yesterday, and going home doesn't make anything better.

Christmas, the time of joy, but no joy for me.

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Finally, going back to Hogwarts, starting a new school year, sixth year, yippee.

I bump into someone as I'm looking to find any surviving shops in Diagon Alley. He's running away from someone. They look back, and I see, is that Bellatrix Lestrange?

"Shush!" He pulls me over to the side, Bellatrix passing by, not noticing us, and a few baboons following her.

The boy sighs in relief, and I realize who it is.

"M-Malfoy...?"

"Oh well well, if it isn't l/n!"

I close my eyes, ready for anything, before closing my eyes I see Malfoy pull out his wand.

"Draco? Who's this?" I open my eyes, Malfoy looking fearful to see Bellatrix there.

Bellatrix comes closer to me, and looks directly in my eyes, "Hm, she can be of some use maybe, what's you name?" She spats.

"F/n l/n..."

"L/n?"

"Y-yes..."

She smiles widely, "Oh yes this will certainly be fun!"

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Malfoy's POV

Her screams keep me up at night, and I don't know what this feeling is...

I've come home for Christmas break, and apparently f/n l/n is 'missing', though of course I can't tell anyone I know where she is, she's being tortured by the Cruciatous curse, but I have my own worries, I- I, what shall I do?