When the time came, Vanessa slipped on her Slytherin Robes and hurried off of the train. She put the hood over her head and joined a carriage with the fewest people possible.
"Hey," They said, smiling, but Vanessa did not reply. Instead she held her head down, expressionless like she had done on the train.
"Oh don't be in a bad mood," one said, "Hogwarts is straight ahead!"
Vanessa shook her head. These people would never understand. They would never understand what being an outcast was like.
"Is there anything we can do to cheer you up?"
Vanessa smiled under her hood, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. These people might actually care about her- no wait, they didn't. They wouldn't if they knew who she was. She glanced up under her hood. The kid who was speaking was Tasha, who she recognized from the chorus that sang at the beginning of last year. They would probably do it again this year, and Vanessa would have loved to join them, but she couldn't. She sighed and said, "No, no I'm fine," and to prove it she gave Tasha a weak smile. Tasha smiled back. "I wonder if she'll ever be my friend," Vanessa thought, but dismissed it quickly. No one would ever want to be her friend.
They reached the great hall after a few minutes and everyone sat down at their tables. Vanessa took her seat at the Slytherin table and wondered what house she would be in if her dad wasn't Voldemort. If the blood coursing through her veins wasn't the dark lord's. These thoughts were soon interrupted however by the headmaster's loud voice. "My dear, could you please take your hood off?"
Knowing that everyone in the great hall was staring at her, Vanessa took off her hood, revealing her dark hair and pale, narrow face. The students laughed at her, and she regretted putting her hood up in the first place. She glared at the students around her, wishing she could just destroy them all- no, she shouldn't think like that, she knew what happened when her father got into her head- but it was to late. An image flowwed into her mind and there was a snake, a large one to, being released from his cage. She knew at once she was doing it, but it wasn't her fault. When she got mad, parts of her father were still alive, and they were forced into her. She tried to stop, but she was beckoning it, asking it to come to the great hall... An uproar of screams shook the image from her mind, but it was all still there, all still happening, because the snake was slithering down the table, knocking the food off the table, flashing it's fangs at people who squealed in fright. It stopped in front of her.
Astounded, Vanessa screamed and ran all the way to the Slytherin common room, where she spent the rest of the night.