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Chapter 1

Life at Hogwarts was no longer blissful now that Lord Voldermort was announced as the new Headmaster, Professor Snape as his deputy.
After Harry's defeat during the battle, all the wizards and witches fighting on Potter's side were commanded to stand down. Those that resisted had a torturous death.
Hogwarts had changed, the atmosphere was no longer homely, but almost prison-like. The classes had been kept the same, although they had been assigned different teachers for some of the subjects - Professor McGonagal in Transfiguration; Professor Slughorn in potions; Professor Sprout in Herbology; Dark Arts was taught by Professor Snape; Charms by Professor Flitwick; Professor Trelawny in Divination and finally Professor Sinistra taught Astronamy. One new subject, however was known as 'Purebred'. As soon as the students saw this on their timetable they had a rather good incling as to what the subject entailed, especially as the Dark Lord wanted a Pure-blood world.
Another change to Hogwarts was the age range, students were now permitted to attend Hogwarts until they were twenty years old.
Draco Malfoy was most displeased.
Lucius Malfoy had promised both his son and his wife - Draco and Narcissa, that they would all flee the battle and finally live in peace.
But to no avail.
Bellatrix Lestrange had kept a close eye on the Malfoy's throughout the battle, making sure they did their duty to serve the Dark Lord.
She succeeded.

As another year of Hogwarts approached, and Draco - now eighteen years old, made his way towards Platform 9 and 3/4, he couldn't help but feel dread for this upcoming year. Lucius had told him that Voldermort had chosen a specific pureblood for him. A mate.
This was what the new subject 'Purebred' was all about. Voldermort wanted a Pureblood world, and this was to teach the students how to make one. Draco hated the idea.
"If it's Parkinson," the platinum blonde spat, "I will kill myself. One more year with that bitch pulling on my arm will surely drive me insane!"
Lucius cleared his throat, "now, now, Draco," he began, "you should know that this choice in mate means that the Dark Lord favours you above the other students. Believe me when I say Pansy wasn't even on his list for you. There wasn't even a list."
"Good. Stupid faced pug!" Draco took the trolley from his mother before stepping through the wall linking Kings Cross Station with the Hogwarts Express, without saying a goodbye to his parents.
Draco abandoned the trolley where all the other students bags' were, before grabbing his carry on which held the contents of his school uniform. He took a quick glance around the station, making sure there was no sign of Pansy before climbing aboard the train and stepping into the first empty train carriage he could find.

It wasn't much longer before the train began to move. Draco sighed, leaning his pale cheek against the cool glass of the window, dreading this year at Hogwarts.
He knew there were still going to be annoying Gryffindors there, namely the Weasleys', and this cheered Draco up a tiny bit, knowing that he could still have his usual fun with them. Hopefully.
Draco snapped his attention back to the compartment door as he heard it slide open.
A girl who looked slightly older than Draco poked her head around the side of the door. Her wispy curled dark brown hair reached just past her shoulders, and she had a pale beige complexion with mysterious dark grey eyes.
"Mind if I sit here?" She asked.
Draco frowned in confusion, those eyes he recognised, the hair had a slight resemblance to the person he was thinking of aswell. The girl took his silence as acceptance, and she stepped into the compartment, sliding the door shut behind her as she took a seat on the opposite end of the bench facing Draco. She placed her bag beside her and put her feet up on the seat across from where she was sat. Draco glanced at her muddy black boots beside him, grimacing at the mud caked on the heels.
"It's Draco, isn't it?" She asked, raising a dark eyebrow curiously. "Draco Malfoy?"
He nodded once, stiffly. "And who might you be?" He asked. Although he sounded bored and uninterested, he was far from it, he recognised this girl, and was irritated for not knowing how. The girl wore Slytherin robes, but Draco could've sworn he'd never seen her at Hogwarts before.
"Kimberly Lestrange." Draco raised his blonde eyebrows slightly before smirking, she was the spitting image of her evil mother.
"I suppose the Dark Lord is your guardian then?" He asked, "seeing as your mother is, well...dead."
Kimberly laughed, "I hate to break it to you, cousin." Draco's head snapped up. "But your parents are my godparents. Not to mention Narcissa is my Aunt aswell but...you'll be seeing me during the holidays." She smirked. "Lucky you."
Before Draco could open his mouth and make up a comeback, the compartment door slid open and a Death Eater stepped inside. "Names." Came a croaky, sneering voice.
"Kimberly Lestrange."
"Draco Malfoy."
The black robed figure then left, marking off their names on a list as he did so, closing the door behind him before walking towards the next carriage. 'Must be a precaution.' Draco thought, 'to make sure no mudbloods' or halfbloods' haven't been taken care of.'
The two sat in remote silence before Draco asked what had been plaguing his mind, "Why're you wearing Slytherin robes if you didn't attend Hogwarts before?"
Kimberly looked up at him and cleared her throat. "Your father asked the Dark Lord to sort me in advance."
They were silent again for another hour, and Draco noticed the scenery change outside the window from forest to water and knew that it wouldn't be long until they arrived at Hogwarts. "What do you think of the Purebred thing?" He asked before he lost the chance for anyone to reply truthfully.
Kimberly shrugged. "As long as I'm paired with someone decent I don't really care." She smirked. "I suppose you're looking foward to being put with Parkinson-"
"-Oh shut up, Lestrange." He snapped.
Kimberly cocked her head to the side. "My mother told me she was your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend." Draco grumbled, he began to laugh synically. "I suppose she was friend's with Pansy's family?" Kimberly nodded. "I was only with that cow for one thing. I made that plain obvious to the bitch."
"What was wrong with her? To clingy?"
"Understatement." Draco scoffed. "Constantly here!" He put his hand right beside his face and moved it around. He then crossed his arms and stared out of the window, pulling on his Slytherin robes and tie. "Apart from that, she wasn't pretty. Malfoy's always have good looking children." Lestrange burst out laughing and got to her feet as the train slowed to a stop on the platform outside the school.

Draco stepped off the train, his cousin - Kimberly, stepped off after him.
"What part of the school was the battle held in?" The dark haired girl asked, curiously.
"The courtyard." Draco replied, following the stream of other students into Hogwarts grounds. "It's probably been restored now though." He stated, clearing his throat and looking up at the tall, castle-like school.

Hogwarts had been reconstructed. There were no more stone walls sprewn across the courtyard, and no more broken staircases. It was as if the battle had never happened. Hogwarts looked the same as it had been. But the atmosphere was eerie.
All the students walked through the corridor and up the stairs, until they reached the main doors of the Great Hall. Once there, they took in the unusually familiar layout. The tables were still there, stretching along the room vertically until they reached the main horizontal table at the end, which had the familiar teachers sitting in their usual places. All except one.
The Dark Lord sat in Dumbledore's golden throne at the centre of the table, his fingers clasped together infront of him and he was looking to his left, quietly talking to Professor Snape. The students filed into the room, taking up the benches closest to the door as they did so.
Draco and Kimberly walked closer to the main table where the teachers were sat before taking their place on the Slytherin bench. Voldermort looked their way and smiled at them. Draco looked down at the table and Kimberly cleared her throat, her eyes darting back towards the door, where the the line of students grew thinner.
The hall filled with students, and the only remaining seats were the ones closest to the teachers table.

Once all the students were seated, Mr. Filtch came in carrying Mrs Norris. He was closely followed by the first years, and a few older students, which Draco guessed were Purebloods just joining the school this year. Some of them looked old enough to be in Draco's class, whereas others would possibly be in the years below and some in the year above.
Professor McGonagal rose to her feet and walked around the edge of the table, the sorting hat in her hand.
"When I call your name," she informed the new students, "come up to the front, and take a seat." She gestured to the wooden stall which had appeared whilst she had been speaking. "Rosie Johnson." A young blonde girl with big blue eyes gingerly stepped fowards and sat on the stool warily. As the sorting hat was placed on her head, it came to life and began to talk, making the young girl gasp and grip the side of the chair.
"She's cute." Kimberly smiled at the young girl as she whispered to Draco. "She'll probably be a Hufflepuff or something."
"Ravenclaw!" The hat bellowed. The Ravenclaw table clapped gingerly, not daring to cheer for the girl as Voldermort was watching them.
"Johnathon Took." The Professor called, lifting her eyes from the list of names to the new students grouped in front of her.

The hat had finally finished sorting the first years and there had only been a few been placed in Slytherin. As some of the older students were sorted, Draco noticed one of the older girls staring at the floor and shifting from foot to foot. 'Probably nerves.' He thought, smirking. As he looked towards the teachers table, he realised the Dark Lord had been looking in the same spot for a long time. Specifically, on the same student.
The poor girl was left until last.
"Trinity Riddle." Professor McGonagal stated in a quieter tone. The woman gave the raven haired girl a sympathetic smile as she stepped up and took a seat on the stall. Her eyes still fixed to the floor.
Draco only just realised the Slytherin table had errupted into hushed voices, everyone whispering.
Kimberly leant towards Draco and spoke up, "she has to be a Slytherin." She stated.
Voldermort rose to his feet and the whole room fell silent, he scoured the room with his dark eyes before slowly seating himself again, before fixating his eyes on the girl with the hat.
"Ahh, Miss Riddle..." The hat began, "this should be a very easy decision, especially as your whole family were Slytherin's, hmm..." the girl kept her eyes to the floor, but nodded slightly. "But suprisingly this is posing very difficult for me to decide...even more so than Harry Potter himself..." Professor McGonagal turned to the teachers table when the hat remained silent for a few minutes.
"Has it fallen asleep?" Kimberly whispered to Draco.
The blonde snickered, but kept his attention on the raven haired girl in the hat. "Ahh, not your whole family was a Slytherin after all." Voldermort frowned and slowly rose to his feet. "I sense a lot of your father's courage in you, no doubt about that. You will do best following in his footsteps...Gryffindor!" The hat finally decided.
The whole room errupted in whispers and the Dark Lord did not look happy one bit. He rose to his feet and stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing around the entire hall, hushing the students into silence.
The raven haired girl stood up and walked quickly and silently to the Gryffindor table before sitting down in the first space she could find. Beside Ron Wealsey. The redhead looked to his left slightly before looking up at his brother - George.
Professor McGonagal stood up, "please, enjoy your meal students, and...talk." As if waiting for permission, the entire hall errupted in a blur of chatter.

Trinity Riddle kept her eyes on the table, not looking at or touching food. Ron had the impression that she didn't want to be here. Especially at this table. The Weasley couldn't help but feel sorry for the raven haired girl, he gave her a slight nudge and held out his hand when she looked up at him.
She was quite plain looking. Her porcelain skin tone contrasted to her jet black hair which reached her waist in loose waves, she was as tall as Ronald, and fairly slim, probably from doing Quidditch.
"I'm Ron." He said gently. "Ron Weasley."
A ghost of a smile crossed her face. "Trinity Riddle." She took his hand with her small one and shook it lightly.
"I can take it from...you know...his reaction..." Ron began, reffering to the Dark Lord. "That he didn't want you to be in this house?"
Trinity shook her head. "He wanted me to be in Slytherin." She bit her lip. "It's not that I don't want to be in this house, I didn't mind which house I was in but..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip nervously. "I was told that I had to be." She finished in a whisper.
Ron swallowed, not sure how to phrase his next question. "Is he...are you...related?" He asked, making Trinity look up again. "I was just wondering...because of the name...Riddle."
Trinity looked towards the teachers table, obviously she was frightened of her own shadow. "He's my Uncle." She whispered, her voice was so low Ron almost didn't hear her. Ron nodded and looked at his brother. Surely George could think of something to say?
The older Weasley cleared his throat. "Are you trying out for Quidditch?" He asked.
Trinity shrugged, biting her lip. "I do like Quidditch..." she replied, "but I'll have to ask...you know."
George nodded. "I'm George by the way." He held his hand out to her, across the table. "George Weasley. Ron's my brother." Trinity took his hand and shook lightly. "And this is Ginny, our little sister."
The red haired girl smiled warmly. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"And you." Trinity replied.
A chiming noise was audiable, and as all the studdents began to stand up, Trinity looked around. "Would you guys mind showing me where to go?" She asked.
"Of course." Ron smiled and took her arm, helping her up. "George? Ginny? Let's stay together this year okay?"
The Weasleys' nodded, and George turned to Trinity. "You can stay with us too if you like Trinity?" He asked kindly.
"That'd be nice, thank you." She replied, smiling slightly. The four of them made their way out of the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor common room.
"We'll probably get our mates at the end of this week." Ginny sighed.
"I hope I don't get Moaning Myrtle." Ron groaned.
"You won't, Ron, she's a ghost." Ginny replied.
"I know." Ron replied, "but I wouldn't put it past Snape to suggest it."

The Weasley's and Trinity were the only Gryffindors' awake that evening, they sat in the common room, lounging on the sofas. Except for Trinity, who sat timidly in one of the armchairs, looking around at her new home.
"If you don't mind..." she began, slowly getting to her feet and standing awkwardly in the doorway. "I think I'll go to bed."
"I'll come with you." Ginny got to her feet and hugged her brothers' goodnight. As the girls' walked out of the room and upstairs, George moved to sit closer to Ron. "Poor girl," the older boy began, "it's like she's afraid of her own shadow or something."
"Would you blame her?" Ron replied. "Having that as her Uncle?"
"Point taken." George replied, "especially as she wasn't sorted into Slytherin. Did you see the look on his face before he stormed out of the room?"
"He was absoloutely furious." Ron replied, George nodded in agreement.
George sighed and rubbed the side of his face. "I'm going to bed too, I don't think it's wise to be late to class this year."
"Or any year after this one." Ron agreed with a nervous laugh.

Draco lay awake that evening. Although he wouldn't admit it, but he was going to keep Kimberly around him, she was much better company than Crabbe and Goyle, and she was technically a Malfoy - being his cousin.
He yawned and rolled onto his side, thinking about double Transfiguration he had the next morning. He was dreading the thought of getting his mate at the end of the week, they would be given during the new class 'Purebred' and would be their class partners until they turned twenty and their life-time partners after that. Life-time, meaning marriage and children. Draco grimaced, silently praying to Salazaar that his father was telling the truth and that Pansy wasn't his mate. The pug faced brunette had seated herself opposite him in the Great Hall and was trying to get his attention all the way through. He successfully ignored her, and as soon as he got to the common room that evening, he'd headed straight to his room as to avoid her.
According to Kimberly, she had to share a room with the girl. Pansy had suprisingly tried to befriend Lestrange when she found out she was Draco's cousin, but was threatened with orange and blue hair if she ever spoke to her again.

Hello, readers :) I'm new to writing Harry Potter fanfiction, and was hopeing you'd all be so kind as to drop me a review - telling me what you thought about the first chapter. I don't mind flames, I just prefer not to get them (although I'm completely open to constructive criticism) I understand Trinity may be a little Mary-Sue, but she does have flaws, and it's also how I intended her to be. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story :) xx