Prologue

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As soon as the Sorting Hat placed Natalia White in Slytherin, she knew it would be a tough couple of years. Half blood in Slytherin? Not really heard of, especially with their notoriously strict views on blood heritage.

Yet, she wasn't surprised at the hat's choice, so she was prepared well before she sat on the stool, but the jeering from the other houses - Gryffindor vastly outshining the other two - was difficult to face. Natalia knew she just had to hold her head high and keep her dignity in tact.

"Just ignore them. Clearly they don't understand our values."

She turned to face whoever had spoken to her, coming face to face with a blond kid who's been placed a few people before her. "The value of ambition or the other ones."

He rolled his eyes at that comment. "At being ambitious and not letting anything stand in our way to get what we want."

Natalia didn't quite know what to think about that, but he definitely seemed like trouble. "I'm Natalia. Natalia White, pleasure to meet you."

The boy introduced himself, "Draco Malfoy," and shook her hand with a smile.

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