I wake up to the sound of someone knocking on my door, "Emerald, it's time to wake up. We'll be heading to the train station within the hour." Mrs. Malfoy says through the door.

"Thank you, Narcissa. I'll be ready soon." I say sitting up and stretching.

I put my green, shoulder length hair up into a ballerina bun because the Malfoy's confiscated my wand and I can't magically straighten it or change the color. I am naturally blonde, however, I can't help but changing it with a spell I found or maybe it was a hex. Regardless green was the first color I've gotten to try before the death eaters burst into my home, murdered my parents, and kidnapped my little sister and I. I was thinking of dying it turquoise once I got my wand back.

I grab my black eyeliner and line my hazel eyes before curling my lashes and applying mascara. That's the end of my make-up routine this morning, I save foundation, blush, and concealer for special occasions. I don't care to wear a mass amount of make-up.

After finishing my hair and make-up, I grab the black V-neck t-shirt, grey flannel, and black skinny jeans that I set out the night before, and get dressed. I find my shoes which are made by the company vans and put those on. Once I'm completely done and about ready to walk out the door, I turn and look at myself in the mirror.

My dark green hair contrasting the paleness of my fair skin really make my hazel eyes pop and I say to myself, "This is going to be a long year."

I sigh and exist my room, carrying my bags down the stairs to the front door. I see Draco's things already being loaded into the car and that's when the house elf appears taking my luggage from me as Lucius walks up to me, handing me my wand. He motions for me to follow him to the car so I do and on the walk I change the color of my hair to turquoise.

Draco looks at me with a look of disgust as I get into the car next to him, "why can't you just have a normal hair color? It's utterly repulsive."

"I didn't do it for you, I do it because I like it. Stop being so boring, Draco. Life is about living, isn't it?" I can't help but being excited to return to Hogwarts therefore I'm being my more optimistic self. I think I fried his brain because he just looks at me dumbfounded.

That's when Lucius and Narcissa tell us that they won't be coming to see us off to school. At this news, I sigh with relief as they close the car door and we drive off. They have been kind to me but they did help kill my parents, therefore, they aren't necessarily my favorite people in the world.

I didn't bother bring any muggle devices with me since they don't work at Hogwarts, which simply sucks because I'm usually always listening to music to avoid mean less conversations with people I detest. I look at Draco, who is looking back at me and I silently hope he doesn't spark up a conversation with me because for some reason the kid only knows how to insult others.

I advert my gaze from him and look out the window at the passing scenery. My mind starts to wonder to simply not doing what Voldemort tells me to do and simply let him kill me, however, since he has my sister that would be extremely selfish of me to sacrifice her as well. I guess I had outwardly sighed since Draco decided to make a rather rude comment about self pity.

"Draco, when was the last time your parents were killed? When was the last time you were kidnapped and forced against your will to seduce someone to their death with your sister's life hanging above your head? Oh wait, never so why don't you simply shut your ignorant fucking mouth. Thanks." I say with an emotionless glare. "Oh and by the way your parents murdered mine, so really how does it feel to be the offspring of ruthless murders?"

He doesn't give me a smart ass remark like I had expected, he simply turned his cold gaze away from me and reminds silent for the rest of the car ride. This I indeed was thankful for, I could not stand to hear any more of his fucking stupidity, I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Also I'm almost one hundred percent positive Voldemort is a fucking psychopath. Needless to say I feel bad for anyone who is subjected to his tyranny including the Malfoy's.

We finally reach the train station and the drivers unload our luggage, place them on trollies and follow us to Platform 9 ¾. We do this in silence until I decide it's probably a good idea to not associate myself with Draco if I'm going to try to get on Harry's good side. Speaking to the man pushing my cart load of stuff I politely tell him I will take over from here and walk quickly in front of Draco making a huge gap between us or trying to anyways.

"Draco, fuck off. If I'm going to do what I was told I can't be hanging out around you." I express extremely irritated.

"Fine, don't expect me to make your life easy then Mudblood. I don't even know how you got into Slytherin." He sneers making his way passed me onto the platform.

Shaking my head, I follow him onto the platform and leave things in the designated area to get loaded onto the train, only bring a back pack onto the train with me. I find an empty compartment at the far end of the train away from all the Slytherins, Draco is a prefect this year and I'd prefer not to deal with his gang of ignorant losers. He's right, I really don't know I got placed in Slytherin. I pull out a book from my backpack and start reading silently hoping id be alone on this train ride, however, Harry and his friends actually ended up joining me. Simply ironic, I think to myself as they take seats across from me.

Surely this will be an interesting train ride.