This Is Worth Something

Nysa Grey Hawthorne arrives at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the beginning of her sixth year, but after being disowned by her family for being sorted into Slytherin her life begins to unravel. Secrets are revealed, danger follows her around every corner and friendships begin to form, the most unlikely being that of the "Slytherin Prince" himself, Draco Malfoy. As Nysa continues her year she becomes more and more focused on trying to survive.


1. Chapter One

       "Slytherin!" The sorting hat shouted, announcing Nysa's new house. Cheers erupted from the Slytherin house table and Nysa's face fell as she went and joined her new housemates.

          "You don't exactly look thrilled to be joining the best house at Hogwarts." One of the older girls said looking at her, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

          Nysa Grey Hawthrone had transferred to Hogwarts at the start of her sixth year after leaving Ilvermorny in the United States. It just wasn't the best fit for her or her family. Transferring to Hogwarts had been a dream come true, both her parents attended Hogwarts all seven years before going to work as Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Her mother had been a Ravenclaw and her father had been a Gryffindor, an unlikely match, but a perfect one. And now she was a Slytherin, of all the houses the sorting hat could've put her in, it had to be Slytherin. Her life was going to be over, the minute her parents found out. 

       "It's just a lot to take in." She lied, flashing a fake smile at the seventh year and sitting down at the end of the table. She noticed a boy looking at her out of the corner of her eye, he looked sad and almost as if he was ill. His almost white, blonde hair was messy and strands of it stuck to his forehead, his artic grey eyes locked on her out of curiosity.

      The sorting ceremony and dinner had ended and everyone was now being led back to their common rooms and dorms. Nysa followed the group of Slytherin students down the stairs into the dungeon, wrapping her arms tightly around her body as she shivered and let out a shaky breath.

      "Jesus, it's freezing." She chattered, wishing she had worn a scarf or at least her robe.

     "Yeah. We're under a lake, it's not exactly the warmest place in the building." A voice spoke. Nysa turned and her sparkling green eyes were met with the same dull, artic grey eyes that had been focused on her during dinner.

   "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The boy introduced himself, extending his hand. Nysa stared at his hand, hesitantly. Her parents had told her about the Malfoy family, Draco's father, Lucius, had just been admitted to Azkaban at the end of the last school year. They were all known to be servants of Voldemort, death eaters as the papers called them. 

    "I'm Nysa Hawthorne, but my friends call me Grey." She said offering him a small smile as she shook his surprisingly warm hand.

   "I think I'll just call you Hawthorne." He told her. Nysa stared at the boy, she couldn't tell if he was being disrespectful or what, but Draco Malfoy certainly piqued her curiosity. The group of students stopped in front of the door and to the Slytherin common room as the prefect mumbled the password and the door swung open and everyone rushed in, laughing as groups of students wrapped themselves in blankets and sat in a circle around the fire or began browsing one of the numerous bookshelves that lined the walls. 

     Nysa stared at her housemates and felt sick, the moment anyone made the connection between her and her parents she would be outcast. Everyone knew that Aurors were dark wizard hunters and it was common knowledge that the majority of the Slytherin house to become masters and servants of the dark arts. She quickly disappeared upstairs to the girls' dormitories and settled into her bed, wrapping herself in the dark-colored blankets and opening the black journal she had stashed in the waistband of her skirt.

     Dear Mom and Dad,

                I'm sorry. I was sorted into the Slytherin house today and I know you must be disappointed, it wasn't up to me. Please forgive me. I failed.


Nysa wrapped the letter and tied it with the ribbon that was holding up her hair, tying it to her owl's talon as she sent her off, burying her face in her hands as she fell back on the bed, beginning to regret ever leaving the U.S.

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