Chapter One: Her Story.

Chapter 1

17 years of my life wasted, rotting away under the floor. With only small holes on the wooden floor to see through. Little air to breath and non of it is fresh air from the outside. I can't tell if my skin is pale based on the minimal sunlight I get. My only friends for the first 13years of this were the mice. Don't get me wrong they are terrifying creatures, but they're the only real friends I had. I wasn't given a blanket to sleep with, or a pillow to lay my head on while under the floor either. All I had was a rock and furry mice to get some sort of sleep, but not the best. I was given little food, but enough to keep me alive and well. If you asked me, I wouldn't be ale to tell you the difference between a drink and a bottle of poison. Who am I you might ask yourself. I am Charlie Malfoy, twin sister of Draco Malfoy. More or less the hidden, unimportant Malfoy of the family. I've been hated since before I was born. Nobody ha known about me since now. My brother Draco has never done anything but torment me from above the floor. Saying I'm nothing but another body to feed. And saying that I should have just been left on the streets to rot alone. And everyday I told myself that I would never be like my family. That when I got the chance, when I went to Hogwarts I would make sure I wasn't put into Slytherin. Draco and I are completely different, for example my eyes are piecing blue and his are silver. My hair is dark brown and his is shinning, glossy white. Are personalities are different as well. He likes to make people suffer like our dad and I would rather like to make people smile, but I wouldn't know, I've never seen anyone except my family to know what a smile looks like. One thing we have in common is our height. He's 5'10 and so am I That was until my twin brother Draco brought a girl home. Not a normal girl. Not a full wizard. i would know my family can smell mudbloods from a mile away. Which concerns me on why Draco would bring one home. Was it so that my dad would kill her, no. How about to torture her, no not that either. Whatever the reason is it better be a good one. The day that girl came over was the day my life changed, the day my parents let me out. The day I got to see sunlight. And let me tell you I am very very very pale. This girl was different, special in some way. It's like when her eyes met Draco's I could see them glow with passion not only in hers, but in his too. And I thought to myself, How could anyone like someone like him, someone so full of themselves who like to make others feel bad. But it turns out that she was the reason why I left the floor. Why my parents finally let me go to Hogwarts. And I couldn't help but get to know her. My parents said that when I turned 17 I would be allowed to go to Hogwarts. That I would be allowed to leave the house, and get my own room. I would be able to go outside and see the world like a normal non-muggle person. I was excited, relived, happy, anxious, but most of all thankful. That day my parents told me all of this I couldn't help but feel drawn to that girl. I had to find out who she was. I had to thank her and get to know her. And right then, that's when I knew she was going to be my bestfriend.