Chapter 2
Landing at the station I glance around before feeling a hand on my arm, turning I look up at Lucius before he places his hand on my shoulder "Draco will keep an eye on you no matter what house you are in, should the hat decide on Gryffindor know he will continue and do not allow them to bully you into ignoring him, you are family to us, but the hat does listen if you have a request for a house".
Nodding I smile slightly before Draco grabs my trunk "when ever your ready I have some friends for you to meet" he says then heads to the train loading my stuff.
Backing away from them I turn following Draco as he leads me to a compartment, he opens the door and I see a group of people "everyone this is Hermione Bagshot".
Greeting everyone nervously I raise my brows when I'm pulled between two girls that start talking excitedly, I think they introduced themselves as Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to respond, there wasn't any kids where I lived, just a bunch of older people and the old Potter house that everyone whispered about, I grew up with elderly witches and wizards as friends.
"Why are you're eyes two different colors?" One of the boy's asks.
"Um, it's a family trait Aunt Bathilda has dark brown and black, we always have two different colors just some are less obvious" I answer.
"They kind of remind of someone" another says frowning.
"Grindelwald" I mutter.
"What?" Another girl asks looking at me confused.
"My eyes are like Grindelwald, he's related to my Aunt I ended up with matching eyes"
"I didn't think she had any other family"
"She had a sister and brother she's my great aunt" I answer vaguely.
A few hours later
Walking in the doors of the Great Hall I glance around sweeping my eyes over the head table seeing Dumbledore's eyes locked on the Potter boy.
Glancing at him then Dumbledore I grit my teeth focusing on not thinking about my true thoughts of him, hearing my name I freeze at seeing Dumbledore eyes on me looking pale.
Taking a deep breath I move to the chair letting Professor McGonagall put it on my head, I wait listening to it mutter about where to place me, it obviously wants to place me in Slytherin for who I'm related to.
I'm sure I'd be happy there it's my birthright but I don't want to live under their shadows, I want to branch out as my own person but, I want somewhere my desire for knowledge won't be out of place "Ravenclaw please" I whisper.
Hearing it place me I whisper a thank you before moving to the table waiting patiently for the rest of the first years to be placed.
Sighing I look at the table, I remember Aunt Bathilda use to train me on shielding my mind so much so it became a natural thing, I can keep it up without thought even when sleeping.
She became almost brutal with teaching me, she'd invade my mind day or night training me and as I got better she became more aggressive with it, I'd actually get headaches and nose bleeds from how aggressive she would be when forcing her way into my mind.
She started casting spells at me forcing my magic to respond on instinct to protect myself till I passed out from a depleted magic core, once I recovered she would start again, my recovery time would get shorter while my time of being able to keep protecting myself got longer.
Sometimes I'd swear she would be the same woman who held me as a child and taught me about magical history and pure blood culture, I'd wake up after passing out from her attacks and she'd be checking me with a spell before stroking my face.
Then a flicker would pass her eyes and she'd became this abusive woman, I'd see the same look while awake too for just a moment.
I think it's just wishful thinking I'm starting to doubt the woman I knew wasn't just someone I imagined, but I don't want that to be true I think it would be so much easier to stop holding onto what I remember then, I wouldn't wonder what I did to make her hate me.
Two years I spent trying to win her love and pride back but everything I did just made her hate me more, I eventually accepted that whatever I did was so bad she will never forgive me for it.
Seeing the food appear I frown feeling a nearly invisible probing in my head, pushing it out I cut my eyes to the table seeing Dumbledore's watching me.
I know better than to hold eye contact with anyone, Aunt Bathilda taught me that when she thought I was lying or hiding something.
Scanning the table I see a dark haired man come sweeping in before sitting down at the head table, looking at him I frown he seems familiar somehow just like Lord and Lady Malfoy do.
It's like I've been around them a lot but I can't remember when or where I met them.
Finishing dinner I hear the perfect call for first years and get up following them to the tower before being directed to my room, walking in I sit down on my bed reading Hogwarts a history and making notes in the book.
Aunt Bathilda taught me all about Hogwarts, she even drilled every secret passage way into my head I had to memorize it's location and where it leads, every secret door, and the ROR location.
Even before I left after I got my wand she drilled me on everything in the books and made me practice it till I could do it perfectly, DADA was the part I hated most especially when she somehow got her hands on an actual Boggart and forced me to face it till I could protect myself from it.
I'm almost certain I'm the only first year that can cast a full protronus instead of just wisps like most people do, grandfather had a phoenix like Dumbledore the theroy of soulmates having matching ones has long been discussed but never confirmed.
Taking a breath I grab my book about the importance of a patronus and what it symbolizes about it's caster flipping through I stop on Thestral.
"Acceptance of Death, Philosophical and Melancholic, Unique Personality, Peaceful and Avoids Conflict, Stands up for others"
Frowning I move on since none of that seems like me "Values Family and Friends or Intelligent".
Tapping the page I hum before sighing, I don't get how those fit I don't think I'm any of those, giving up on this I put the book up and lay down for the night.
Maybe my patronus will change later as I grow up and figure out who I am, it's not like a 12 year old really ever truly knows who they are, so maybe it's just a random one till I learn who I am and what I stand for.