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„Have you packed absolutely everything?“
Your mum asked, concern written all over her face. She was always like this, even though you had no idea why. And this year, her worry was much more visible. As you studied her face, you noticed that over these two months, more silver hair joined her chocolate hair, which was always neatly done in a tight bun or French twist. Now, she was wearing it down. You had no idea what was happening with her these two past months, but it was definitely something big.
„Yes mum I am sure, don‘t worry! You are more nervous about this than me!“
„I know sweetheart, I am sorry! Are you ready? And where‘s your tie?“
She asked and brushed your hair back to reveal your naked neck. You never wanted to wear your tie around your parents. As you came from Slytherins filled family, you felt very awkward as Ravenclaw. It was almost as if you were the black sheep of the family. Your family was the Volkovs, the most powerful, but also one of the cruelest. It was rumored that both Voldemort and Grindelwald were some part Volkovs. If this isn’t enough, you don’t know what else. Your family had even stacks of books and books filled with their own spells, that were passed on generation. But from your birth, you could tell you were different from your family. You wanted to be good and kind, but the past of your family was weighing you down. You were so happy but so scared when the Sorting Hat sorted you to Ravenclaw. Of course, you were proud of your house. But you will never forget the shame in your parents‘ eyes when they saw you for the first time with a blue tie. They repeatedly told you that it‘s perfectly okay, and it doesn’t matter in which house you are, but you know for a fact that they were ashamed of that. Because in your familys‘ eyes, there is nothing worse than not being Slytherin. They tried to hide it from the others, because they wouldn’t be so accepting as them, but one time at a family gathering when your grandmother asked you about Slytherin dorms, and if they changed since she left Hogwarts, you without thinking answered that you had no idea, as you weren’t in Slytherin. Your grandmother got into a huge argument with your parents, and she wasn’t even scared to use her wand. From then, excluding the small talk, your family hasn’t really properly spoken to you. And now you are going into your fourth year.
„Don‘t worry I have it in my bag. I will tie it in the train. Half of the kids here aren’t wearing their uniform.“ You signaled to the full platform filled with students with their families, saying goodbyes for the next few months. There were some familiar faces, and some new ones too.
„You better! The train is leaving soon, you should go. Don’t forget to keep up with your studies, okay? I want you to be the best and represent our family well. Don’t forget that you are a Volkov.“ With that, she turned on her high heel and left you there like that.
She didn’t even say goodbye, you thought with a sigh. But you were used to it now. Your suitcases were already on the train, so now you had only your bag over your shoulder and your beloved cat Coco, who was licking her paws at your feet. You got her as a birthday gift when you turned ten, and since then, she hasn’t left your side. She was probably the only friend you had at your family manor. So now you were ready to go and find your friends on the train. But before you could do that, someone bumped into you, so hard, that you had to take a few steps back. From the strong scent of cologne, you knew immediately who is it.
„Watch it, Volkov.“ A deep voice barked out
„You literally crashed into me Malfoy.“ You turned to face him, expecting to see that skinny blonde boy, who was always boasting about being a Malfoy, and just because he was a tad handsome, he expected everyone to bow to him, but you saw somebody completely different. Over these two months you didn’t see him, he grew at least two inches, not joking, and started working out you guess, because now he was towering over you with his big frame you actually felt intimated for a second. He was looking down on you with his icy gray eyes and sharp features. He was wearing an expensive-looking suit and his platinum hair was falling into his eyes. He was smirking as he scanned over you. Somehow he managed to turn into a man over these past months. But only with his appearance. You could bet that he was still acting like a ten-year-old child, that is always throwing tantrums when he doesn’t get what he wants.
„Oh really? I don’t think so, love. You shouldn’t forget who are you speaking to right now.“
„First of all, don’t call me that. And second, you are just an ordinary Malfoy, who thinks he is the best and that he is always going to get everything served on a silver plate. In my eyes, you are nothing. I think you forgot who are you talking to right now, didn’t you?“
„I know exactly who you are, y/n Volkov. The only ever Ravenclaw in your family. Every family member is looking at you through their fingers because they want nothing to do with you. But you aren’t even a pure Volkov, otherwise you would be in Slytherin with me, and wouldn’t waste your time on people like Potter and Weasly.“ He said with a sly tone, staring deep into your eyes. When you stayed still, with unmoving expression, he laughed.
„Awww, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings too much.“ He said and started to twist a strand of your brunette hair on his long finger. You moved your head away from him, already so worked up with him.
„Don't ever touch me again, okay? I am not in the mood for your shit talks. You don’t know anything about my life, so I advise you to shut the fuck up.“ You spit out and left. He just chuckled as he watched you get on the train, Coco following in your trail.
Just as you got on the train, and sighed once more, trying to calm down, somebody practically jumped on you.
„y/n!! I’ve missed you!“ Hermione exclaimed as she continued to crush you to death.
„Mione! Hi!“ Hermione Granger was your best friend and you loved her deeply. The last time you saw her was for a few seconds at the Quidditch World Cup, but you had no time to talk there. But you would give everything to be there with them because you had to be sitting right next to Draco Malfoy the whole game. You loved quidditch and even more, you loved to play it, but your hatred for Draco was much bigger.
„I am so glad to see you again.“ You said in your warm embrace, breathing in the scent of her familiar shampoo.
„Me too!“ Hermione replied and took your face in her hands. „And now, there is a whole new year in Hogwarts in front of us. I am so ready to be an academic weapon this year, I’ve already made plans for studying and everything. But now let's sit. Harry and Ron are waiting for us“
When you got into the coupé, Harry and Ron were already stuffing themselves with chocolate frogs.
„y/n!“ Said Ron with full mouth as he saw you. „Hi!!“ He got up from his seat as he bear-hugged you.
„Hiiii!“ Exclaimed Harry and joined you in the hug. Even they changed over the summer, with more inches to them, bigger frames, and longer hair. To you, the hair was looking horrid, and you laughed.
„What’s up with the hair?“
„What? You mean this?“ Said Ron and shook his ginger mane. “That's the best haircut I ever had.“
You shared glances with Mione as you burst out laughing. „You wouldn't get it, it actually looks good, my mum said it herself.“ replied Ron.
After more laughs and welcoming, you sat down and tried some disgusting every flavor beans, you started talking about your holidays.
You sat there in shock as the trio told you about the Quidditch World Cup and what happened to them. Right after the first Death Eaters started to riot, your mum immediately teleported both of you back home, so you had practically no idea what happened, until the next day when your mum passed you newspapers at breakfast. You still remember her little smile when she read The Daily Prophet and saw the Dark Mark on the front page. You tried to shake the weird feeling every time you remember.
„So he is back.“ you said devastated.
„Yeah, most likely.“
Silence filled the coupé. Nobody even wanted to think about him, and about the times he would brought.
„But we can’t be sure if he is really back, right? Like there must be some hope, that the Deatheaters acted on their own. I mean it is would be pretty stupid of him, if he announced his comeback like this, especially if he is weak right now.“
„Yeah! y/n is right! We can’t-“
„No, I am sure.“ Harry interrupted you and Ron. “I am having these visions, and he is back. I know it. Or at least some part of him is back.“
„See? So there's still hope that-“
„Y/n, don’t. He is back. Shouldn’t you be happy? That Voldemort is back? Given your background? I am sure that the second you turn the age, you will become one of them when your family is infested with Deatheaters. I am sure that your parents were one of the Death Eaters there.“
You just stayed still, feeling hurt and violated. Ron and Hermione were shocked too, but then they immediately started shouting at Harry. You could feel tears starting to form so just got up and left. You heard the shouting to continue, but couldn't really hear what they were saying.