Lady of the Dark Mark

The Hogwarts Express whistle shrieked, a mournful sound that cut through the bustling crowd of Platform 9 and 3/4. You, Athena Ravena Malfoy, clutched your trunk handle tightly, the familiar weight of your family's legacy heavy on your shoulders.
You had spent the last three years at Beauxbatons, a world away from the expectations and neglect of Malfoy Manor. But now, you were here, stepping onto the legendary train bound for Hogwarts, the school your twin brother, Abraxas, already attended, the school your parents finally allowed you to transfer to – not out of affection, but to stop your 'whining'.
As you navigated the crowded corridor of the train, searching for an empty compartment, a mix of anticipation and dread churned in your stomach. This was your chance to finally prove you were more than just the 'spare', more than just the twin with the 'wrong' hair color. But it also meant stepping directly into the world your parents cared about, a world where every move would be scrutinized, and failure was not an option.