Hello! I'm sorry this is short. But if I get reviews, I will continue this. I have a good plan for the story...so yus. I own nothing, the wonderful Jo does. Thanks for reading, and any advice/comment is welcome.
"We have an additional member to the fourth years, another student to join the first years in the sorting. Dena Evans!" Dumbledore's booming voice echoed through the hall, and my eyes landed onto a figure making their way forwards towards the stool, and an eager Professor McGonagall waiting with the sorting hat. I couldn't help but notice the way the Professors stared at her with admiration and love. It seemed like they all knew her, respected her. I impatiently tapped my foot against the stone floor, willing Dena to hurry up. I looked around the hall and sneered at Potter, who simply shook his head and turned away. I smirked and continued to watch this Dena.
"She looks like a Ravenclaw. Thank Merlin she won't be sitting on our table, ugly little –" before I had the chance, Blaise impatiently shoved Pansy to make her shut up. I smirk, and the sorting hat is placed onto her head, and after a few minutes, its clear voice calls "Slytherin!" our whole table cheers, including me, and she walks over to us, scanning the table for a seat. With a shove, I make a space between me and Blaise, and she smiles at me as she sits in between us.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy." I say. She smiles at me and nods her head.
"Your hair is a give-away."
"Blaise Zabini, ma'am." Blaise grabbed her hand and kissed it, keeping eye contact with her at all times. She let out a musical laugh and grinned.
"So Dena, why was the hat talking to you for so long?" Dena grinned up at Zabini.
"And why should I share that with you?" Dena tucked a strand of her perfect ink-black hair behind her ear, showing several piercings, and smirked when Zabini had no immediate response.
"Because we're all Slytherin here," Pansy Parkinson interrupted, frowning at her.
"Nice observation." Dena said smoothly, smiling slightly. I laughed along with Zabini, and Pansy growled, turning red in the face at being shown up by the new girl. Dumbledore shouted and requested for silence. He told us about the Triwizard Tournament, and how Hogwarts will be hosting this year. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic entered, with girls in blue dresses and funny hats came dancing in. Dena catches my eyes and laughs whilst nudging me in the rib, and I shake my head at her. She's already growing on me. Next, the Durmstrang Institute boys enter, and it's time for the girls to swoon. Dena doesn't react, much to my liking, and I find myself smiling when she simply smiles when one of the boys looks at her and winks.
"Merlin, that's Viktor Krum!" Blaise says, his jaw dropping slightly. Before I had the chance to, Dena laughed and nodded her head.
"Of course, where else would Viktor attend school? Certainly not here, they don't approve of Dumbledore's opinions of blood." I stared at her in disbelief. She was refusing to say Mudblood, or Pureblood.
"She's right. My father considered –" Dena shushed me by placing her hand on my arm, and we turned our attention to Dumbledore once more. He commenced the feast, after the other schools were seated. The Durmstrang Institute sat with us Slytherins, due to their liking and preference of how we looked and acted. When Pansy was comfortably flirting at one of the boys, I turned to Dena and watched her as she ate her dinner peacefully. She seemed so relaxed already. Her grey eyes were so mysterious, and when you looked into them it was like looking into mist.
"Where did you come from then, Evans?" she laughed and brought her leg up onto the bench, placing her right leg over it comfortably.
"Beauxbatons." She grinned when I and Blaise spat out our food simultaneously. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head.
"Why did you leave?" Blaise asked, resting his chin in his hand and staring at her.
"Because my family members once attended this school, and I didn't like it at Beauxbatons. Seen as though the Beauxbatons were coming here for the Tournament, Dumbledore thought it'd be a good time to settle into the school," She twirled her stomach-length hair as she spoke, and stared off into the distance. "Excuse me." she stood up and walked over to the Professor's table, and after exchanging a few words, left the hall, with her black pleated skirt swishing as she walked. Definitely once a Beauxbaton.
"Malfoy, you haven't been able to stop staring at her since she walked in. You alright mate?" Blaise grinned, moving along the bench to sit next to me again. "I mean, Merlin knows she's beautiful, but –"
"Shut it, Zabini." When the feast was over, and we were given our passwords for the portraits, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to Dena. She seemed so relaxed, smart, peaceful. And like Blaise said, beautiful. She managed to keep Pansy quiet for the rest of the evening, too. Merlin, I have to talk to her tomorrow. I spin around when I hear a soft, musical laugh, and I search the crowd behind me for that ink-black hair.
"Boo!" I jump back and Dena appears in front of me, laughing. "I'm sorry." She grins, and I grin back. I could talk to her now, instead of tomorrow. Now is good, very good.
After rushing out of the hall once requiring the Slytherin password, I had no idea where to go. I just needed to be out of that room. I knew I was being followed, so I slowed my pace and span around quickly, facing the follower. My eyes landed on none other than Harry Potter.
"Harry," I breathed, slumping my shoulders in defeat. He was the main reason I left the room. I felt his constant gaze burning on my back.
"Your last name is Evans, and you're a witch."
"Your last name is Potter, and you're a wizard," I said, trying to feign idiocy. I knew he wasn't being fooled, and I let out a deep sigh and shook my head, avoiding eye contact with him. I stared past his shoulder and down the dimly lit corridors, staring at anything but him. "I guess you have some questions, huh."
"We're related, aren't we." Harry whispered, moving towards me. I nodded my head, unable to say yes.
"Lily, your mother, had another sister besides Petunia. Her name was Rose, my mother." Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and I bit my lip, not knowing what else to say, if anything.
"Did Lily know about Rose?" I shook my head, a lump in my throat forming. "And Rose knew Lily?" I nodded. Harry closed his eyes, and I looked up past him and saw the hall doors opening.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Harry. Good night." When hearing his mumbled good night, I ran and caught sighting on a familiar head of platinum blonde hair. I smile on the outside and follow the fellow Slytherins, even though my heart is crying and my desperation for wanting to talk to Harry is unreal.