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Chapter one - Appearance

The dark statue moved through the castle in the middle of the night. Maybe we should start to ask why someone was wandering around when all the students were supposed to stay in their dormitories and sleep peacefully. But it doesn't matter.

Not for now.

A smile crossed the boy's face as he remembered that night meeting. Everything went just well and he has started to thing that nothing could destroyed his final plan, his absolute vision. He played with his wand. His long fingers moved the wand around each one of them in simply cheerfulness, which was annoying enough for every other person.

Yes, he was cocky, arrogant and ignorant to needs of other people. He was just a little bastard and even he knew it. But why should he care? He despised muggles, muggle-borns and even most of the purebloods. Because, you know, he wasn't like the rest of them, HE was special.

And, yes again, he was going to prove himself and it will be soon. Maybe not this year, not in five years, but he was sure, that the moment was near and nothing couldn't stop him. The plan was already set in motion.

But you should never count your chicken before they are hatched.

There was a big BANG sound, flash of light and from one moment to another, a young witch stood few meters before him in some kind of light mist.

He blinked once, twice, not so sure what to do. The young witch has seemed like in her sixteenth or seventeenth spring of life. She was supposed to be a Hogwarts student then, but he was sure he hasn't seen her before.

The young witch raised her head looking around confused, and then she spotted him. Their eyes met and in blink of an eye she brought up her hand holding a want directly pointed at him.

"You!" she shouted angrily, her wand still pointed at him.

"You!!" she repeated herself. "I will k-"

And there was this BANG sound again, the mist of light disappeared and the witch's body impacted the ground as the unfinished sentence remained hanging in the air.

The silent fell on the corridor.

The boy stood still, waiting for the witch to stood up and continue her action. But nothing has happened. She just laid there without moving, her fingers still tightly wrapped around the wand.

Few moments have passed, for him it was like eternity as his heart started to beat faster and the same thing happened to his breath. This was surely strange, even for the wizard world he was living in last six years. He moved closer, very carefully enough so he could act fast enough if necessary.

He got down on his knees and poked the witch with his wand in the arm. Nothing happened. Then he used his hand to poke her once again. After he was sure she has lost consciousness, he moved from her to sit down, resting his back against the cold wall.

What to do now? He wasn't very sure what the best action to do was.

Should he kill her? Here and now? He was sure it wouldn't be hart to get rid of her body. But there was this little tiny voice inside of him telling him, that maybe he should wait. He didn't know who she was and why she did she appeared before him.

He was thinking. The cell in his brain moved with a cold calculation. Firstly, he didn't know who she is. Secondly, from her expression from the moment she saw him he could say, that she recognized him.

Maybe.

He looked at her limb body, carefully observing her appearance. There were few things he couldn't overlook. She was wearing something, which resembled to Hogwarts school uniform, but it was in horrible condition. Her clothes was covered in blood and ripped on few places. Yes, it definitely resembled to Hogwarts school uniform, but at the same time it didn't.

Different school? He made a mental note about that.

Ok, what next? That blood and rips. She was looking like she was fighting someone. You couldn't tell that this time was particularly safe outside. On the other hand, here on Hogwarts no one has experienced the dangerous life outside. The situation about Grindelwald was just too distant for them to acknowledge its danger.

He made another mental note.

After that he moved his gaze to her face. She was quite pretty, not exactly beautiful or stunning, just simply pretty. Under all of those mud and blood was a nice face with porcelain skin, red lips and around it, brown curls of somehow not very combed hair.

She was a mystery and he didn't like it at all. He was too self-assured to admit that something or someone could be beyond him. To be mote specific, he hated it. Not to know something, not to control everything in his proximity, to be one of the not-knowing persons around him.

No, this was not good.

He will let her live for now. He could kill her some other time anyway.

He laughed. It would be easy. In the end, she was just a defenseless girl. She couldn't even hurt him and it was obvious enough that she meant to. Just a miserable, vulnerable and pathetic girl. What could go wrong?

In the future he would slap himself for those propositions. But for now he was lost in his thoughts about the girl and his situation.

Someone could appear any minutes now. Her arrival wasn't very quite, so there was a high possibility for someone to show up any moment just to check what was happening. And if someone would find him with half-dead and beaten up girl… he wasn't sure if he could explain himself enough to satisfy the headmaster and especially professor Dumbledore.

Who would believe him that she was like this when she appeared into the castle and it was HER who pointed her wand at HIM and not the opposite? Yes, in the end he probably would convince most of the people, but there will be still the black stain on his reputation as someone who was the only one close to the girl enough to hurt her. He didn't believe, that the girl would confess what really happened. He wouldn't do it if it was him, so why would someone else?

It would be better to go back to the dormitories, leaving the girl on her own. When someone would find her, he can still deny that it was him, who she had met. His classmates would swear he was at the dormitory the whole time. And who would doubt about the perfect boy like him? The pride of the institute? No one. They would believe him and not this show-up-from-nowhere girl.

And in a case she would die meanwhile till someone will show up and take her to the infirmary? Even better. One problem less to take care about.

He stood up slowly, just to show how he is not scared or moved by the situation. He allowed himself one more look at the unconscious girl and he took his leave, leaving the girl to her fate.

And after several minutes a very surprised old man found out the reason of the noises that woke him up from his peaceful sleep.

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At first, she felt nothing. So she tired to open her mind. But there was nothing around; her mind was wandering in a never ending emptiness. She tried to do something, anything just to feel alive. To move, to scream, to think, to feel.

Nothing happened. She was just floating in the darkness, alone.

After a while she decided to open her ears. Then she could hear some noises, distant voices and the urgent questions hidden under the conversation although she couldn't understand a word. She tried harder and after a little while she could recognize most of the conversation.

And then the girl opened her eyes.

End of the chapter

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Preview

"Can you see through me?"

"Sure, I can see the inner self of every one person who puts me on his head." Answered the hat.

"So, can you tell me who I am?"

"I am afraid not. You have to find out by yourself."