Her four closest best friend's, only friends.
Theodore, Draco, Tom, Mattheo.
A group that allows no one to come into their circle, no one dares to, they know better.
And Morana, the best friend's precious darling, only theirs. The person that keeps...
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September 1st 1995. __
I am currently in the the train station platform 9³/4.
Whilst I was alone, my dark black see-through stock's on my legs while they are crossed over each other, my eyes scanning over the closed almost dark compartment booth I'm in.
Low chatter was entering my ears from around me, almost a whisper from how hard I was trying to zero their voices out.
I only wanted to hear my best friends voices, laughter.
I haven't seen them since last year.
My best friend's each sent me a letter late August, saying they would be late to the train to Hogwarts.
My dearest best friend's.
Tom, Mattheo, Draco, and Theodore.
I just arrived here after my parents, Rayne and Marlene Lunette sought me off, as every other year.
They'd kiss my forehead delicately and wish me a great year, though I can— know this year is not the same, ever since Voldemort has died.
My parents were death eaters, which they made me become one. It was a heavy burden, almost cost me and my best friends our entire life's as we fought side Dumbledore, but nonetheless we won.
We won the battle, now we are attending Hogwarts once again for our last year, though when I walked through the train I could tell everyone was still on edge.
Their eyes weren't lit up now, not like it was every other year before we won the battle.
We lost people in the battle, mud bloods. No pure bloods, or Slytherins. It was either Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors.
I've never been quite fond of them, they never been fond of me either, well more my best friends, so that made me not be quite found of them either.
I've never been one to care about blood status, but coming from a powerful, wealthy Lunette family made them think the worst of me, so I became the worst when I joined the death eaters.
I never bat an eye at the filthy mud bloods now, it wasn't always that way but they made it that way when they decided to think the worst of me from the very beginning.
They didn't even know me.
Though I didn't want to spend all my life fighting beside Voldemort, I wanted a life of my own, and Dumbledore could at least provide that. So my friends and I came up with a plan, because neither did they want to be aside him for their whole life's.
