Devil's Childe
Chapter One
"Loki Draekova"
Ugh…. Too many of …. Them…Loki thought. The platform was crowded, with Magick thrumming in the air, making it thick and heavy. Not that Loki needed to breathe too much, anyway. She was lucky she even got her wand! Loki had to sit through a whole Wizengamot trial to even get hers. And that "Pink Toad "Lady"" -As Loki had gleefully dubbed the witch, with her Father chuckling sadistically in the back of her mind- having the nerve to call her –mentally, but Loki heard it all the same- 'Half-Breed'. It was far from the truth, even. Both of her parents had "pure" Magickal blood. Not that Loki cared about that kind of Blood-Purity.
"Have a good term, Loki," her godmother spoke from besides her, putting a hand on Loki's shoulder, "and try to stay out of trouble will you?" People nearby saw her godmother, and whispers of her (-godmother's-) name broke out around them, and about the girl she was with. Loki gave her godmother her father's trademark maniacal smirk, and gracefully –for an eleven year old- hopped onto the train. Her godmother rolled her eyes with the ghost of a smirk playing on her face, and Loki's heightened hearing picked up on her godmother murmuring about "trouble" and being, "just like her father", and Loki was pretty sure there was something about "that 'God' that she was named after".
Loki smirked again, and gave a wave that was more like her mother, before turning to find a train compartment.
Along the way she met two boys, both sickly pale like her, one with ebony hair like her, one with pale white/silver-blonde hair like her godmother's. They introduced themselves as Draco Malfoy, and Hadrian Potter. Hadrian, had emerald eyes that in the light, seemed to have an undertone of a sea-glass blue. Draco, had silver-grey eyes, comparable to moonstones.
Channeling a bit of her "inner-Father", Loki replied to introductions: "Pleasure," making sure to add that honey-like rumble to her tone, "to make your acquaintance, boys. I am Loki, Draekova." Add that little troll pause, and she was good to go. After a few minutes of silence, Loki inquired,
"Why don't we find an empty compartment?"
"Agreed," the boys said at the same time.
The three set off, and found one, at the very end of the train. They didn't talk much, as they were all introverts. In fact, when the lunch trolley had rolled by, all three were engrossed in their Potions book, and a couple of extra each had bought, silently reading and passing notes each had taken from each chapter of all of them, adding to original notes of their own and each other's.
Draco had some Licorice Wands, and some sort of Wrap, Hadrian had Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, and a very specific Salad Wrap, while Loki braved Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and Fish and Chips. At some point, things were separated and passed around, so everyone got a bit of everything. All they had was each other, so they might as well share.
Sharing is Caring, right? Loki thought with a mental smirk. She could get used to this. Seeing as what her living situation is, and who her father is, making friends isn't easy.
More into their luncheon, Hadrian asked, "So, what's home like for you two?"
Draco answered first, about how it was mostly him and his mother bonding, -who was an awesome cook- and how his father wasn't around much, kissing up to Ministry of Magic higher-ups, with money and flattery. There was a mention of the Wizengamot, and many Ministry departments, with Hadrian pitching in here and there with similarities. Hadrian's Uncle Vernon, -who sounds like vermin- ran a drill making company, Grunnings, and how he was always snappy at his Aunt Petunia, and wasn't never yelling at Hadrian and starving him. He did look a little too slender now that Loki fully thought about it, but then yet again- all three of them looked so close to un-nurtured. If her inattentiveness was present in a different situation, especially a bad one, her father would have teased her about it, and never lived it down.
You're not wrong. His voice almost trolled in the back of her head. Sending her father a mental eye roll that would make him proud, Loki exited her vast mind to see Hadrian and Draco looking at her.
"Home… mmm… both my parents are around most of the time. When they're not I usually spend time with either of my godparents. Or I'm in my books." She only offered them that. Seeing that she was more introverted than them, Draco and Hadrian asked no more.
Sometime shortly afterwards, a redheaded boy, with disheveled robes, and dirt on his nose opened the door. Something about him set Loki on edge. And that, put her full on in "Evil Father-likeness" Mode.
"Can I, help you?" The second half of the sentence was too much like her father's almost 'purring growl', for anybody's discomfort, sans her own. A little help here, Father?
Ignoring her, which had been forced, as she could see, he exclaimed, "Harry! Why didn't you say it was you?" As the boy went to move towards Hadrian as if to grab his arm, Loki slid in front of him and said, read: snarled;
"Maybe he doesn't want to." But Hadrian nor Draco were paying attention to the ginger-haired boy, because of the huge darker than night wolf-dog with scarlet eyes growling at Loki's side. Suddenly noticing the great beast besides her, the boy backed up slowly, his face redder than his hair, with nothing but pure fear intoxicating his eyes, and mind. Loki gave a tooth-showing grin, and took a step forward. The unwelcome guest burst into the corridor, and Loki thought he was going to start screaming bloody murder.
Loki gave a kinder smile to Draco and Hadrian, as she sat down, and the great black beast jumped up, to put his head on her lap, looking very pleased if the gleam in his eye was anything to go by. It closed its eyes as Loki started to pet the top of its head, right behind the ears.
"So that's the bloody beast that had ickle little Ronniekins screaming about the Grim." A voice by the still open door said. As he finished, a second and similar voice said; "Wicked." Twin brothers, with fiery-red hair just like the boy from before, albeit older, stood at the compartment door, with sh*t-eating grins on their faces.
"And you young sirs are..?" Loki trailed off with a hint of amusement. The twins bowed dramatically, and introduced:
"We are Sirs Fred," one gestured to the other, "and George" then gesturing to himself, "Weasley, Majesty." Loki gave another smirk- they had no idea how right they were. Hadrian laughed, as well did Draco, and the two non-Twins introduced themselves. At Hadrian's introduction, the Weasley twins gasped; "Great Merlin!" exclaimed Fred, "The Hadrian Potter?" questioned George. Loki rolled her eyes and snarked sarcastically, "No, the Hadrian Potter who's an actual potter." And gave hand motions as if one was doing exactly that profession. They all laughed, and Fred got back onto track from when they entered.
"So what's this great and terrifying beast's name?"
"My Father gave him some long name that sounds like a village in some London countryside, so I just call him Baskie. Everyone does. Occasionally Father does too."
After another hour or two –time really flew- the train was slowing down, and Fred and George were heading back down to their original compartment. They of course, left with a bow, a laugh, and a "see you around!" Disembarking from the train, they walked up to a giant, seven foot something man, shouting for the "firs' years" to come his way. He gave a greeting to Hadrian, calling him his hated nickname of "Harry", as they then made their way towards a great lake. Funny, that Loki saw it that way, as it literally was named, "The Great Lake". The trio sat in the last boat, to themselves, spaced out as to not intrude on each other's introverted distance bubbles.
The sight of Hogwarts Castle, in its full, glowing glory, was Magick itself. Loki could just feel the pride and pleasure of her father's, when thinking, Father's Castle is more impressive… In fact, Loki was sure she didn't need the mental connection to feel it. It'd be like her father's knowledge of when her mother or godmother said something funny. In a Snark Lord, Sarcastic, Abridged Anime kind of funny.
Inside the Great Doors, Hagrid, -the giant man who led them there- led them to an off-the-side corridor, where an elder woman in bottle green robes, and a pointed hat with square glasses awaited them. Even though there was a 'don't mess with me b*tch' look on her face, there was a small gleam of happiness in her caramel eyes at the sight of new students.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," the lady started, but Loki tuned her out, because her godmother had laid down the law about Hogwarts, and Loki –ever the prankster- didn't want to hear the rules twice. The woman left them for a moment for them to 'smarten up'. Loki was smart enough, thank you oh-so very much! Though she did adjust her uniform cloak a bit, making sure that the fastening was just right, so it would stay closed, even though it just brushed the floor, due to asking the nice woman at the robe shop to not raise the hem much –so she can wear her knee-high boots. Hundreds of students sat at four, long tables, like the families houses are supposed to be, divided –duh- by house. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. There was at the end of the room, a slightly nicer table, where all of the Professors, the Headmaster, (-Occasional Headmistress) and less occasional guest to the school sat. Before them, was an old stool, with an even older, nasty looking hat that rumpled in a strange face-like shape. When all of the first year students had gathered around, the lady from the corridor was next to the stool, with a list on what looked like aged parchment- why aged, though? Even Loki knew fresh parchment was better. Smelled that way too. Her godmother's ancient library was proof of that. The lady started calling out names, and the sorting began. The first kid, Hannah Abbott, went to Hufflepuff house, and so did the third, the second went to Ravenclaw, and so on.
Draco walked up calmly when his name was called, and the Sorting Hat cried, just before it met Draco's head: "Slytherin!" His new housemates clapped politely, as the snowy-blonde made his way towards the table. The red-haired boy from the train –Ronald, Loki learned his name was- walked towards the sorting hat with a slight bit of swagger –he tried, though Professor Dumbledore could do better, and Loki would know. She's met him before. The party don't start 'til Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore walks in the room. But then yet again, her father usually goes drag and walks in with him looking like a twenty-something young lady. (They get a good laugh out of that)- And the hat rested on the second youngest Weasley's head (-Fred and George mentioned Ginny-) shortly after some small period of time, the Hat shouted,
"Gryffindor!" The house accepted him with cheers, and his eldest brother at school –Percy, the Perfect Prefect- stood slightly and clapped Ronald on the shoulder. The Gryffindors settled, and the next name was called.
"Hadrian Potter!" The emerald cloaked lady called. Silence was suddenly deafening, and all the heartbeats were a wardrum in Loki's ears, and she watched as Hadrian semi-nervously walked up, and had the Hat placed on his head. Loki carefully prodded Hadrian's mind, and whatever shields he had, let her in, sensing her presence as friendly.
Tricky… very tricky…
Not Gryffindor. Not Gryffindor. NOT GRYFFINDOR. Loki chanted.
All connections broke when the hat shouted; "SLYTHERIN!" The whole school went –how was that even possible when the silence was already deafening? - Drop dead –Loki had to smirk at that analogy- silent, before the Slytherins negated all of their masks of hard-edged stiff and cold calculating sly people, and erupted into cheers, like they were told they won the House Cup, and the Quidditch Cup already. And lastly;
"Loki Draekova!" Loki walked forward, and calmly placed the hat on her head. Her thoughts stirred as she heard a voice coolly say;
Hello, Loki Draekova. Hello, Devil's Childe.