I was on the train to Hogwarts yet again. My father, Professor Snape, had tried to get me a compartment of my own, but there were too many other students. I didn't want to sit with anyone because every person in our school bullied me somehow, directly or indirectly.

Only one compartment was empty,  and I took advantage of the fact. Yes, there were still other students,  but instead of me asking them if I could sit them, they had to ask me.

A group of students came by, saw the empty seats,  and opened the door. Guess who it was.

It was Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe,  Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabbini.

"Draco, make her leave!" whimpered Parkinson.

"Malfoy is to scared. He's afraid I'll tell my father!" I retorted,  not in the mood.

"How would he know your father?" Zabbini questioned. They didn't notice my father standing behind them.

"Because she is my daught, Zabbini. Now all of you, sit down and leave her be." he said.

"Y-yes sir!" Zabbini replied.

They all sat down and somehow, Malfoy ended up by me.

His arm brushed against mine, and there was a searing pain in my left forearm, but I did not let on that I had felt anything, and I saw Malfoy flinch.

Like I said before, I do not support the Dark Lord, but I pretend to. My father and I are spies who report to Dumbledore.

Over the summer, against my will, I had been branded with the Dark Mark.

From his reaction, Malfoy had been too, except he had a mission. Kill Dumbledore. He has no idea that I know. He has no idea that I was branded, for pete's sake he doesn't know that I am even aware of the Deatheaters.

Eventually, the trolley came around.

I was instantly on my feet, getting ready to purchase some chocolate frogs.

"Four chocolate frogs please." I said.

"That'll be two galleons dear." the lady replied.

Before I could fish two galleons out of the rest of my coins, Malfoy was already paying for it.

"I can pay for it myself!" I said indignantly.

"I know, but let me." he replied.

"Why?" I demanded.

"Because I feel like it." was the only response I got.

He set a hand on my shoulder for some reason, and I moved away, back towards my seat, but still standing.

"No touchy! No touchy! I will go all Kuzco(Emperor's New Groove) on you! Do not touch me!" I exclaimed.

"Ok then."

I sat down and was silent the rest of the trip.