Slytherin Girl - Completed!
written by ✰ᴍᴀᴛɪʟᴅᴀ✰
This is the book about a Slytherin Girl - Sylvia, who's life changes when her father decides she cannot spend time with her 'mudblood friends'. So Sylvia runs away - she doesn't want to be at home any longer. Not allowed to be with her friends, she has been bullied in the past - she can't stand it anymore.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The Death Eater's Daughter.
Chapter 1
I'm the daughter of a death eater. My father is a death eater, my mother as well. I have no siblings, and I live on Craggy Rocks, by the sea. I'm a Slytherin, of course, my whole family has been. All my uncles and aunties are Slytherins. I haven't told anyone, but I'm friends with Gryffindors. Yes, it's true, even though my relatives despise them, and even though my Great-Great-Great Uncle Sirius was a Gryffindor. I like to spend time with my friends - they are like my family. I am fifteen, a fifth year, my name's Sylvia and blah blah blah blah. OK, let's get on with the story.
Hogwarts is my favourite place to be. It's my home. I love to be there. I even like it better than my actual home. Yeah. One day I was sitting with my friends, Alicia, Ava, Isabella, Emma and Charlotte, when a voice shouted from behind us, "what are you doing, Sylvia? Why are you sitting with them?"
I wheeled around, to see my cousin, Bruce. He was sixteen years old, and had brown hair, with glinting green eyes. "Bruce, go away," I said sharply, glaring at him. "Just leave us alone."
"You know your mother doesn't like you spending time with Mudbloods," said Bruce, casting them all dark looks. "I'll tell.
"Don't you dare, Bruce!" I said angrily. "I said, just go AWAY!" I raised my wand, pointing it at Bruce.
"Ooooh!" said Bruce, whistling. He laughed. "I wouldn't go that far. If you dare do anything with that," he indicated at the wand, "you know the consequences." He too, raised his wand.
"Don't, Sylvia," said Ava. "Just ignore him." She grabbed my arm, and gently squeezed it.
"No!" I said angrily. "He is NOT going to get away with this!" I wrenched my arm away from Ava's grasp. "He's done it enough times, and he's making me angry." She glared at Ben, and muttered, "tarantallegra!" And Bruce's legs started to dance wildly. I didn't laugh, but just watched him angrily.
"No, Sylvia!" said Charlotte, watching Bruce, her eyes wide. "You don't want to act meanly, even though he was mean to us!"
"He deserves it," I said, but even so, I murmured, "Finite Incantatem!" and Bruce's legs stopped dancing. I glared at Bruce, who was looking at me, shocked, and then I stomped away, not looking back once.
Hogwarts is my favourite place to be. It's my home. I love to be there. I even like it better than my actual home. Yeah. One day I was sitting with my friends, Alicia, Ava, Isabella, Emma and Charlotte, when a voice shouted from behind us, "what are you doing, Sylvia? Why are you sitting with them?"
I wheeled around, to see my cousin, Bruce. He was sixteen years old, and had brown hair, with glinting green eyes. "Bruce, go away," I said sharply, glaring at him. "Just leave us alone."
"You know your mother doesn't like you spending time with Mudbloods," said Bruce, casting them all dark looks. "I'll tell.
"Don't you dare, Bruce!" I said angrily. "I said, just go AWAY!" I raised my wand, pointing it at Bruce.
"Ooooh!" said Bruce, whistling. He laughed. "I wouldn't go that far. If you dare do anything with that," he indicated at the wand, "you know the consequences." He too, raised his wand.
"Don't, Sylvia," said Ava. "Just ignore him." She grabbed my arm, and gently squeezed it.
"No!" I said angrily. "He is NOT going to get away with this!" I wrenched my arm away from Ava's grasp. "He's done it enough times, and he's making me angry." She glared at Ben, and muttered, "tarantallegra!" And Bruce's legs started to dance wildly. I didn't laugh, but just watched him angrily.
"No, Sylvia!" said Charlotte, watching Bruce, her eyes wide. "You don't want to act meanly, even though he was mean to us!"
"He deserves it," I said, but even so, I murmured, "Finite Incantatem!" and Bruce's legs stopped dancing. I glared at Bruce, who was looking at me, shocked, and then I stomped away, not looking back once.
