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~*~*~Chapter One: Relocation~*~*~
Larisa let her head thunk against the car door before getting in. This was too much for her to handle, she didn't want to leave her old life behind.
"Get in, Larisa." Another woman said, coming down to the curb. Larisa sighed, stood up straight, and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. She pulled open the door, and crawled into the backseat just before the other woman slammed the door shut. She buckled up, then let her head thunk on the door again. Her hair was waist length and white, reflecting quite poorly against her deathly pale skin. The single black streak that was in her bangs really irked her, but she could never grow the streak out. Finally, to sum her up, she looked at her eyes. A dark brown left eye, and a pure blue right eye. She watched out the window as central London flew past, wishing with all her heart she could just vanish off the Earth and never need to go through this personal hell.
"Mum..." She said quietly.
"What?" The woman in the drivers seat asked angrily.
"Wouldn't it be easier if we just aparated to Malfoy Manor? It would take two seconds instead of two hours."
Oh, here it comes...Larisa thought while rolling her eyes. Her mother had a short temper, and didn't like questions or people pointing out she was wrong.
"You have too much junk, making it difficult. It would take several trips." She snapped.
"Then Floo powder?"
"We are driving there. No more questions."
Larisa just rolled her eyes. It wasn't like her mother to be doing things the muggle way, because, well, quite frankly, her mother was a muggle hater. An ex-Death Eater, at that. So was Larisa's father, but he was in Azkaban prison for use of the Cruciatus Curse while HE was a Death Eater. Worse yet, her best friend was also in Azkaban for trying to torture information on the Dark Lord's whereabouts out of two Aurors. It seemed to Larisa she was almost always surrounded by Death Eaters. Sadly, she sighed and closed her eyes. This was too much for her fragile mind to handle, and she needed something new to concentrate on, like the fact she was the first ever witch to transfer magic schools...
Larisa had been a top student at Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning, but when they moved from St. Petersburg that year, Larisa's mother decided it would be best if Larisa transferred to Hogwarts. After much letter writing, it was arranged that, based on Larisa's status as pureblood, and the fact that her father had been a Death Eater, (Her mother conveniently left out that she to had been a Death Eater.) Larisa would be in Slytherin. All of Larisa's things had been bought at Diagon Alley, but there was one little problem; Larisa hated everything to do with London, and she was refusing to return there for summer breaks. To remedy this, Larisa was now going to be living with the Malfoy's.
"Mum?" She asked quietly. "Why do I have to live with the Malfoy's? Can't you just, like, send me to live with Granny in Wales?"
"Larisa Helena Rei, you will be living with ex-Death Eater's only while you are in my care. The Dark Lord will be returning some day, and I need to make sure you become the perfect Death Eater." Her mother snapped. Larisa looked down at her hands. She didn't WANT to be a Death Eater. "Follow your heart" her best friend had always told her when they wrote each other. Well, if Larisa spoke up about how she didn't want to be a Death Eater, well, she didn't want to think about that. She let her head rest against the window glass, and she fell into a restless sleep.
The car came to a screeching halt, and Larisa woke up and looked out the window. There she sat, staring at a large white manor, with perfect hedges, a gravel pathway, a wrought iron fence, and Larisa swore she could hear a fountain somewhere in the yard. It looked beautiful. Slowly, she got up and out of the car, taking care to close the car door gently. Her mother didn't look up from pulling Larisa's suitcases out of the trunk, but Larisa didn't care. She smoothed out her grey skirt and stood up straight, shielding her eyes from the sun. She thought she saw a pure white peacock walking on one of the hedge's, but it could be a trick of the light. Larisa bent over and picked up the handle of one of her suitcases, then trudged over to the fence. She set her left hand on it, when it curled away.
"Mum, the fence just me-" She began, when her mother cut across her.
"You, honey, have serious issues regarding the wizarding world. Narcissa is coming." Said her mother, straightening up as Larisa looked up the path to see a tall blond woman coming down.
"Sophie!" She called out as she approached Larisa's mother. Larisa stepped into the shadow of the hedge as the two old friends caught up on what was going on with their lives. She continued stepping backwards, when she bumped into someone.
"So you're Larisa?" A voice behind her said. Larisa whipped around to see a boy with a pale pointed face and grey eyes.
"Yeah, I'm Larisa. Got a problem with that?"
"No, I don't...I'm Draco." He said quietly. A faint pink tinge began creeping up his face.
"What house are you in at Hogwarts?" She asked.
"Slytherin." Draco replied.
"Good. You can show me around." Larisa said calmly, brushing her bangs out of her face.
"I take it you're-"
"Yes, I'm pureblood. Twelve generations. Most of the family has been in Slytherin. I went to Durmstrang for three years, now I've gotta come here." Larisa replied.
"You actually LEARNED Dark Arts there, didn't you? Not Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Draco asked, apparently fascinated.
"Yes. I'm not proud of it, but I can cast a pretty good Cruciatus Curse, among other things I'm not proud of..." Larisa explained. Draco stared in shock. "I heard from the headmaster that some Durmstrang students will be coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament this year..."
"My father considered sending me there." Draco added.
"Too bad your mum likes you..." Larisa murmured under her breath.