(The song is the nightcore version of Everything Stays from the show Adventure Time! The voice actress for Marceleen sings this.)

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(Y/n)'s POV:

I yawned as I walked through the great hall towards my seat at the Slytherin house table. Naturally, as soon as I sat down, everyone that was there before I arrived got up and left or scooted away with hateful comments and scowls on their faces.

I grabbed a slice of toast and sighed as I slouched down and closed my (e/c) eyes.

I hated this place... but I loved it all the same. Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, was well known throughout the wizarding world for producing some of the greatest witches and wizards of all time. It was also supposed to be a place where you can make life long friends.

The "life long friends" part was complete and utter bull shit to me.
But... it was better than being at home with my abusive foster family.

I'm a pureblooded witch that's a descendent of Merlin himself, the most powerful wizard there ever was by the way! Not to mention that I was a member of the most well known royal family in the wizarding world! Keyword, was. My parents were slaughtered by my ex and a group of his friends in order to gain the throne. When that didn't work, they took my twin brother and beheaded him.

Realizing that the crown would go to me, old Dumble-fuck sent a rescue team and ordered that I stay with a family of mudbloods and a muggle.

The man is a squib who's a bloody pervert, the female's a mudblood who's too narcissistic for her own good, and their filthy mudblood spawn does everything in his power to get me punished.

I hate them all. But one of the worst parts is that I had to take on their name! Can you believe it?! Me ,Princess (Y/n) (L/n), taking on the last name of those commoners! It's revolting, absolutely wretched! And, because my father never let me and my twin brother out of our mansion, no one knows who I am! Nobody had seen me when my family was still intact, so all they know is that the younger twin, Princess (Y/n), was never found. Yet I'm sure thousands of girls have my first name so there'd be no way anyone could make the connection.

I suppose I hated the man more than anyone of them, but who wouldn't after what he does to me.... I'm tired of getting raped. I'm tired of the beatings. And I'm tired of having my magic restricted.

They also keep trying to get into my vault, luckily I was smart enough to see through their lies when I was first sent to live with them, as I've never granted them access. Let's just say that they're pissed about it. Money will never be a problem for me as my original family's vault at Gringots was so over flowing that they had to get a second one, and even that's stuffed to the hilt!

I also hate being a part of this foster family as I'm forced to hide my (f/c) wings. They were a symbol of my royalty, only wizards or witches with pure royal blood had wings and they were the sign of absolute power and nobility.

Even my true parents were extremely surprised to find that me and (b/n) were blessed by them. It had been a very rare recessive trait even in our noble bloodline. In fact, only 3 wizards and 1 witch in the entire world other than my self and my twin brother were known to be blessed by these wings. That's just how rare they actually are. All of these people were of course in the royal family, but they're all really old can can no longer uphold the throne. Which leaves only me as my brother was killed.

I was very proud of them! Their smooth soft (f/c) feathers were littered with diamonds and had special stones to represent my elemental powers. As a member of the magic community, you'll eventually cover elemental magic with the use of a wand somewhere in your schooling career. I, however, am a descendant of the purest noble blood. As such, I need no wand when preforming elemental magic with fire or ice, it's child's play to me. Each feather has a Saphire snowflake or a ruby fire emblem. My wings are very warm, I could sleep anywhere I wanted as they're like two big beautiful mobile fireplaces!

But that old fart Dumble-dick said people would know who I was and I'd be put at risk again. Therefore I'm stuck hiding them, I just use an old family spell that makes them invisible and intangible. I honestly wished that I could show them off, but I'm not gonna fight him. He's only trying to keep me safe... even though he knows about what goes on with my foster family and does nothing to stop it.

I probably sound like a bitch don't I? I can assure you that I'm not like this all the time, I'm quite the opposite really! I'm very shy and do my best to be kind to others, even when they hurt me I still smile because I just want a friend. Actually.... it's partly why I'm bullied by my house mates so much. It's kinda looked down upon in the Slytherin house to be nice to anyone in the other houses. I don't really know their other reasons for bullying me, I suppose it's fun for them but it just seems so cruel.

Just as I reached for my glass of pumpkin juice, a head of slicked back platinum blonde hair came through the giant wooden doors of the great hall. It was none other than the Prince of Slytherin himself, Draco Malfoy, the absolute worst of my bullies. Naturally, he was flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle, two of the most thuggish and stupid Slytherins you'll ever meet.

I shrunk down even more than I already was from my previous slouching position, lowering my head and silently praying that he wouldn't see me, even though I knew it was pointless as I was the only person that had a big empty space around me.

His cold silvery blue eyes scanned the table until, to my dismay, they stopped on me. He narrowed those piercing eyes of his and smirked as he began to saunter towards me. I tried to grab an apple and run off but I bumped into Crabbe and was pushed back onto the bench.

"Just where do you think you're going, Abbot?" 

His smooth voice came out before I'd even known that he was beside me, ending in bitterness as he said my last name like how he would with Harry Potter's.

"T-to the l-library...." I hated how small and shaky my voice came out. It made me sound weak, but I'm not. If I really wanted to, I could kill the bastard right here and now!

I'd grab the butter knife and splatter his guts on them all! I'd make them feel my wrath, my pain!

.....This... is why I was put in Slytherin....

I couldn't help but giggle a little at the thought of my revenge. I'd always had these thoughts. Ever since I'd murdered my ex and all of his friends in revenge for my family, I'd kept having these dark thoughts. It scared me and empowered me at the same time. I would loose my grasp on my sanity in those moments, I'd become something ...darker. Something less than human, but still be myself at the same time.

I wish I'd contained my little outburst though, because Draco was now glaring at me.

"What's so funny, you freak?"

Freak... I hated that word. That's what my foster family called me. They hated my wings and my ability to do magic when they themselves couldn't, therefore I was dubbed a freak. An unnatural abomination to this world. I started to get lost in my sorrowful and painful thoughts about my foster family when suddenly a pale hand was snapping it's slender fingers in my face, making me jump back a bit in surprise.

"I asked you a question, Abbot! What's. so. funny?"

My (e/c) eyes slowly tore themselves from looking at Draco's hand and they locked gazes with his own steely cobalt eyes. For a split moment, he could see all the agony I'd continuously endured in my eyes. They told him so much revealing all of my fear, anguish, sorrow, and hopelessness. I know he saw how down right broken I was, because for in that brief moment, his smug face faltered and showed me how my dead eyes had truly shocked him.

I put on a smile and brightened my expression as he quickly covered up his previous disbelief.

"Heh-he! I ... I don't really know. How foolish of me." I stood up and began to collect my things. I wonder what his reaction will be. He just saw me put on my mask of happiness, he now knows the devastation and emptiness that this smile hides, and yet... he still does nothing to try and make this smile a real one. Opting instead, to make another cruel remark about me.

"Maybe you should stop by professor Snape's classroom on your way to the library. He might have a couple of potions that'll fix that daft mind of yours! Maybe he'd even give you one for your revolting looks!"

Everyone that was around us cackled and started adding on more hateful jokes. I simply laughed a little bit and walked away, trying my best to keep my mask of joy on. My face was getting warmer and warmer and I knew it was getting red. Something hot and slick ran down my right cheek, I quickly wiped it away and left the great hall as fast as I could.

Little did I know, a certain platinum blonde saw what I failed to hide. That single, stupid tear that told the world my true feelings. That I'm not ok. That I'm drowning in a sea of self hate and depression. And that I don't know how to make the pain stop.

I'd run to Myrtle's bathroom and cry my eyes out if she wasn't such a nosy little bitch about everything.

I don't want to go back to my dormitory as I'd have to go through the common room, which would likely be full of ass holes looking to make my day worse. Not to mention the girls I share my dorm room with.

And I couldn't go to class as it was Saturday and classes aren't in session today.  I didn't know where to go.

I wanted to be alone so bad, but everywhere I could think of would have people in, or around it. For a split second I actually pondered going to the library like I said I would, but I quickly decided against it for fear that Draco was in the mood to continue my torment.

A big crash of lightning lit up the sky and brought my attention to the fact that my wandering feet had brought me outside. I was nearing the bridge and so far as I could see there was no one around. It was perfect! I quickened my pace as the rain began to fall and I sat down on a bench, looking over the railings to the chasm below. I'd be soaked if it wasn't for the roof they built over the bridge. I wonder how many miles down the chasm actually was.

'I could jump, and not one person would care.'

The thought appears in my mind just as quickly as it disappears. I don't want to jump, I still want to do things with my life, I want to go somewhere, do something! I want to reclaim the throne and let the whole wizarding world know that I'm still alive! That their princess hasn't abandoned them! I- I want to find love and raise a family, and maybe I could even sing and become a star!

That's one of the few things my dumb foster family actually liked about me, my singing voice. I often sang, it's a good way to relieve stress and get my feelings out in the world.

I pulled my old song book out of my bag and used my (w/c) wand while saying the accio spell to make my guitar come to me. And while I looked over the rails at the ground far below my feet, I began to write a song.

Draco's POV:

I couldn't get her stupid face out of my mind. I never expected to see such devastation and emptiness in her eyes. I mean, sure I've made that dumb blood traitor cry before, but I'd never truly seen the effect I'd had on her before today. I finished my breakfast in a hurry and left Crabbe and Goyle to continue mocking (Y/n) with our other house mates. I didn't have anywhere in particular to go, so I took to meandering about in the halls.

Her face, I was expecting her to look at me with anger or disappointment like she typically does when I poke fun at her, but that look. It shook me right down to my core. I'd never expected to see the lifelessness or complete horror in her (e/c) eyes that were usually full of life. Though the worst part of seeing that had to be when I watched her push herself to make a smile.

As I was wandering the halls I happened to hear a strange little tune being played from a crack in a window. I realized it was the strumming of a guitar, and then though it was very faint, a clear and beautiful voice pierced through the haze of the rain and accompanied the melody of the guitar.

I quickened my pace and cast a water resistant spell on myself as I ran out into the rain. And there she was, sitting alone on a bench out of the rain under the canopy of the bridge. Her voice was beautiful, I'd never heard anything like it before and I wanted to hear so much more. I crept along until I was sitting at the far end of the bridge just out of her line of sight. She stopped playing the guitar and for a split second I thought she'd discovered my presence before I heard the scribbling of her quill on the page of the book she had on her lap.

Then, (Y/n) picked up the guitar again and began to play. Once more her alluring voice rang out and I couldn't help but feel my heart swell as I knew that I was the only person to hear this. At least, the only one to hear it from such a close range. It was like heaven itself. Warm and clear like a sunny day and it chimed sweetly through the air like the chirping of birds or the ringing of silver bells. Yes, this truly was bliss, beautiful melodic bliss! Her hums stopped once more as she scribbled a couple more words or notes down, until finally she closed the book and it disappeared back into her schoolbag. And then after a few notes on the guitar, the words came spilling out of her mouth surrounded by her beautiful singing tones.

"Let's go in the garden.~
You'll find something waiting!~
Right there where you left it, lying upside down.

When you finally find it.
You'll see how it's faded!~
The underside is lighter when you turn it around.

Everything stays!~
Right where you left it!~
Everything stays, but it still changes.

Ever so slightly!~
Daily and nightly!~
In little ways, when everything stays."

I couldn't help but wonder if that song was about herself. Like, she was describing how she felt about the world. That, perhaps the world around her was changing from what she perceived it to be as a child, even though nothing about it changed at all. It's just now she was grown up enough to see the horrible things for what they truly were, instead of the happy place that her parents had surely made it out to be.

It was sad to think about it in that way, but somehow, I knew that's what her words meant.

There was the sound of someone getting up, I crouched down even more, pressing my body fully against the edge of the bridge. And there she was, her (h/l) (h/c) hair was down and it rolled down her back, damp from the rain as it sparkled with water drops that caught the light. She wasn't wearing her school robe or her Slytherin vest, instead she has on a plain white button up shirt and the school uniforms' skirt. Her green and silver tie was loosely done, and her knee high white socks and her black school shoes had bits of mud on them. She had a (f/c) bass guitar that was slung around her back by a (black or brown) strap, a tiny (g/s/b) heart charm was dangling off the end of it. She sighed and looked up into the pouring rain. I couldn't help but admire her, she looked dazzling in the rain. I felt a sense of regret for all the times I made fun of her looks, she really was a beautiful girl, but I'd never tell her that I thought so.

I couldn't help but blush a little as the rain had soaked her white button up  school shirt to the point where I could see her (f/c) lacy bra that was holding up her sizeable breasts.

Just then, mother nature decided to embarrass me further by sending a strong gust of wind our way. (Y/n), thinking that nobody was around, only held down the front of her short skirt and bent down so that she wouldn't be seen by anyone from the castles' direction which she was currently facing. I on the other hand, was directly behind her at a low eye level as I was currently squatting on the ground to avoid being seen.

My angle being just right to get a full view of her curvy ass that was accompanied by her (f/c) lacy panties. I could see everything....

A warm liquid began to run from my nose, and I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato. I swallowed hard and tried not to get any dirty thoughts, but the image was burned into my memory.

The wind died down and I noticed that she'd put on a (f/c) jacket to hide the view of her chest. She softly sighed and took a couple steps towards the castle before stopping and thinking for a bit.

"I don't want to go back... I... I'm not ready to be bullied again. But... it seems I have no choice with this weather getting worse. I couldn't go to my dorm, those girls are dreadful. Maybe... I will go to the library as I told Draco."

My ears perked up and my heart raced when she mentions my name. I was surprised that I'd even be on her mind with how rude I'd been treating her. And what's with this 'bullied' thing? I mean, yea we all teased her... but... was it really that bad? My thoughts were interrupted as she finished what she was saying.

"I'll just have to hope he doesn't make an appearance there, and if he does... at least maybe his taunting won't be as bad as usual." With that she continues towards the castle, leaving me to my thoughts.

Was I really so bad of a person that she'd single me out as one of the people who's taunts would make her afraid to go somewhere? A-anyways what did it matter?

I shook my head and made my way back to the common room. No, she's strange and therefore deserves the teasing! Some Slytherin, hah! That little blood traitor belongs in Hufflepuff! I deluded my mind and decided that I was right to tease her, I told myself that this was because she had a reason to be teased, but in reality... I couldn't push the sick feeling I got when I remember her words and those two dead and empty (e/c) eyes that looked into mine this morning.

I couldn't allow myself to be feeling so off anyways. I had a big game against Gryffindor coming up, and I couldn't let a little doubt or confusion about some dumb girl cloud my mind when I had to beat Potter.