This fanfic's is based off the third movie 'Harry potter and the prison of Azkaban' and so on.
What if Harry potter wasn't the only one with a story to tell. Everyone knows about the 'Boy-Who-Lived' However, no one talks about the story of the curse...
Its been a couple of days since I interrupted Harry and Cho's little kiss sesh.
Amelia still won't talk to me. Most of my friends are my friends, but aren't.
Who am I meant to trust nowadays? Everyone's so secretive and for what?
I stand in my room, nervously pacing around.
I was going to Malfoy's mansion for the first time for a Christmas party.
I look down at my outfit and sigh.
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Is it too much? Should I change? So many questions ran through my mind which wasn't helping the mood I was in.
Deciding it was the best I'll get to looking decent, I go down stairs, anxiously playing with the ring on my finger; Something I did when my anxiety played up.
My Aunt spots me and her eyes light up.
"Aw, isn't that dress lovely on you!" She beams, looking me over.
"It isn't too much, is it?"
"Nonsense. Its red, sparkly. Perfect for a party," she smiles.
My aunt was going to drop me off at the mansion seeing as I never been before. Apparently my parents were quite close with the Malfoy's some point.
My hands trembled beside me as we arrive just at the gates. The place was huge. For a family of three anyway.
"Are you sure you can't come in with me?" I ask, looking at her pleadingly.
"I wasn't invited, love. Besides, they don't like my kind very much," she replies.
I hated how true that statement was. Why did purebloods have to be so cruel to muggles. Must be a ego thing.
I walk past the gate, giving my aunt one last glance. She waves goodbye and turns on her heel.
I guess it's just me now. Let's try make this quick.
I stop at the door. As if they knew, the door swung open, revealing a woman with black hair. A single streak of blonde flows gracefully through it, making it stand out.
"Hello, who might you be?" She asks, politely.
"Its Y/n. Draco's friend?" I say, almost questioning if she knew.
"Ah, yes. Draco said you'd be joining us. Do come in," she gestures, opening the door up more for me.
"Thank you," I smile, walking past her into the big building. The place was decorated for the occasion. I froze for a moment.
There is a lot of people
"Give your coat to the house elf. He'll put it with the other guests coats," she says.
