The next morning was awkward. Hermione didn't want to talk to Ron and Ron didn't to talk to Hermione. So basically it was Harry and I talking to our best friends and trying to get them to talk.

"You know what fine! Don't talk then. It's obvious that you to care for each other deeply, Hermione, Ron was just looking out for you in his own grumpy, jealous-y way. So you should appreciate having a friend like him. Honestly, you've always had a friend that cared deeply about you when people,like me, haven't so stop being mad at each other and talk!" I screamed. I was very annoyed. Their fight was over something so very stupid. I walked away so I wouldn't blow up at them again. The next day they were caught talking.
Skip to before the second task.
I stood there all alone with just my brother and his idiot friends to accompany me. My friends were in that darn lake. I shivered as the cold wind hit my face. I can't imagine being wet in this kind of weather.

People gave me weird looks as I was talking to the Slytherins. But after a while my brother said something stupid that ruined the peace. "I wouldn't care if any of them come up." All I saw was red. "YOU IDIOT THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS DOWN THERE! NEVER EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT ABOUT MY FRIENDS! OR THEY'LL BE BAD CONSEQUENCES FOR YOU!" I yelled at him. I stood somewhere else for the remainder of the task.

I stayed behind a little later than the rest of the people to enjoy the view. I really wanted to paint a picture of this. You see I've taken up art as my hobby. I sat on the platform just taken in details and painting a mental image. I heard people walk up behind me and I just assumed that it was my friends, turns out I was wrong.

I turned to see my brothers cronies standing with their arms crossed. "What do you two want?" They continued to glare until I got uncomfortable. "You know I'd love to chit chat but I've got to run." I said trying to leave but they grabbed my arms. "Just because your Draco's sister doesn't mean you aren't a filthy blood traitor." One of them said. I didn't know which one, I couldn't tell the difference. "Well I'd rather be a blood traitor than whatever you two are. You are both bloody cowards if you believe in blood superiority. I know many great people that aren't pure blood so you have no factual evidence to support any reason why that would be okay." I said to them.

Instead of an answer I got a punch in the face. Pain immediately hit me but I couldn't reach for my face because they had my arms. But I didn't show any weakness. "Why aren't you crying?" One asked. "Because showing any reaction at all will just satisfy you. Plus my grandmother punches harder than you." I said more confidently. 'Well I guess a good cause is a cause worth fighting for.' I thought to myself.

I got slapped. "Did we ask you to speak?" I smirked. " No but you don't own me do you? You can't tell me what to do. (Okay who else thought of 'You don't own me' from suicide squad right here?) At least I don't have to listen." I again said over confidently. I was used to people treating me like this, why do you think I dislike my parents so much?

"You will listen to the superior." I scoffed. "Really when someone superior gets here please tell me!" I got slapped again. "Violence doesn't solve anything. It only makes the cowardly back down. Violence just makes the brave want to resist you more."I said. "Shut up you..." he didn't get to finish. Someone that wasn't visible had covered his mouth muting the sound. The other ran away in fear. I fell to the ground while the world spun.

As soon as I could get up and not need support I walked away like nothing happened. No one ever noticed so I just keep it out of sight. 'I am a coward for not telling anyone. I didn't want to see the consequences of doing so.' I thought while I looked in the mirror. All I saw was a person looking back at me, and I didn't recognize her. 'I always believed that the person I see is the fear a person fears. But all I see is a coward.' I can't even man up to tell some little crush, how can people expect me to resist the darkness in my own home?