The Deatheater's Lie [On Hold]

Hey! This is chapter 1... I am so sorry that i haven't been bothered to upload. It's quite hard to write first chapter, because you have to try to keep it interesting to 'reel' people in. Also I had to write some stuff to introduce you some people.! AnywaysI hope you will enjoy this chapter! Comment, vote or maybe even fan!:D I'm sorry if I made some mistakes o.O Ooh, just a little shout out to my sister, AmmaraSaysRawr for editting my story BTW i named Ammara after her, because she kind of begged me to, but who cares? ^-^-^ Check out some of her stories, they are amazing, and she's amazing as well.

You are the chosen one. It's your destiny to fight against evil. It's in your power to not let the dark side to take over. One person is posessed with an evil soul and is a deatheater. Whoever is possessed will gain your trust, which makes you weaker and weaker and when you are very weak you can die. It's your duty to not let yourself go to the wrong hands... No matter how resisting it may be....

"Ammara can you believe it?" Ron asked.

"Hmm?" I said, rubbing my eyes and yawning a little.

"Haven't you been listening to a word of what we have been talking about for the past hour?"

"Erm.. Yeah. A little. No."

We were on the train, heading towards Hogwarts. It was our sixth year, and being the cousin of the 'chosen one' and 'the boy who lived', my past years at Hogwarts had never been boring.

Ron sighed with an annoyed tone in his voice, " Harry thinks that Malfoy is a deatheater. So thats what we were basically was talking about. "

I gagged when he said his name. His slick bleached blond hair and his hideous smirk always seemed to disgust me.

We all hated Draco Malfoy. We all hated the Slytherins. But to be honest, I think I hated Draco the most.

"I know Draco is a total bastard, but you're just dreanched in hate towards him." I said.

"But you know what we all saw, when we were in that store," Hermione said. "Draco has obviously joined the dark side to work for Voldemort. Just like his father."

I slumped back in my seat and closed my eyes. I was far too tired to discuss anything.

By the time we reached Hogwarts, I was so tired that I felt as if I could drop any second. I guess I was just waiting for myself to drop and be able to sleep in a wonderful bed. Oh, how much i loved sleep.

"Hey, where's Harry?" Hermione asked.

We saw that Harry was no longer with us and I groaned. "He's probably already ahead of us."

I was wrong though. After the hat ceremony, and during Lunch, we finally saw Harry and then hejoined us. He had a broken nose.

"Bloody hell, Harry. What happened to you?!" Asked Ron.

"He probably was spying on Draco, but then Draco spotted him," I said.

Harry stared at me in amazement. I was always like that. Ron joked about how I had an amazing sixth sense and 'he who must not be named' would be after me.

Thank god, I wasn't the chosen one.

Thing is, I never actually met my real parents. They died as soon as I was born, and their death was an unsolved mystery. I was then taken into care by Harry's parents before they died. Harry and I were born on the same day, and we could almost be twins. But there was no way that we were twins.

He was scrawny with green eyes. I on the other hand had dull blue eyes and my hair was dyed bright red and orange. I loved dying my hair. There was one time when I dyed my hair pink, but for some reason the teachers didn't approve it.

Harry sighed, annoyed, "It makes me mad, how you know me better than I know myself."

I chuckled, " I can't help it, that i know more about your messed up life than you do." Harry screwed his lips together and had a funny twisted look. I drawn back to reality and looked back at the watch. "Oh shit is that the time already? We need to go to class now; what is our next lesson?"

"Erm..." Hermione looked at her timetable and said, "Potions with Snape." Hermione answered.

I moaned, "I hate potions, I suck." I looked at everyone else and they kept silence, "This is when you're meant to say that I don't suck at potions."

"But the thing is that you do suck." Ron said. I punched his arm. He then pouted and rubbed his arm. I then laughed

"Anyways we better be going to class or Professor Snape wouldn't be happy." Hermione said.