I own nothing, I claim to own nothing. The one
who owns the charatures is J.K. Rowling, which I
praise her efforts. The only one I do own is my
charatures VonLexton and Drusilla. I hope you like,
I didn't make Draco and Harry gay. . . which is a
real surprise because I love those two together. Anyway,
on with the story which I haven't finished but it may
help with my mild case of writers block.
LADY DRAGON
Summer ended, and school was about to start. Hogwarts
students climbed onto the train that would lead them
to their destination. New faces buried among a sea of
older faces. A bright new day; and a new year just around
the corner, and me. I had beed transfered from Denmark to
London. My first year among Hogwarts students, but my fifth
year in the magic world of teaching.
This school I was to go to was famous against its time. Of corse
it was. It harbored Voldemort, as you will. It also taught
the infamous Sirius Black, who I knew when I was five. And
thousands of other famous witches and wizards. Most of the
Death Eaters came from this school. Among the sea of faces
were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, my mother,
and my father.
I make my way to an empty room, which I find in the back
of the train. I sit in the last seat thinking about my
past and how much I hate this fucking life. To my right
is a window, which I glance out of. My eyes catch a boy
that I thought was just a myth. I saw The Boy Who Lived.
My body got a sudden burst of lighting through it and all I
wanted to do to him would be considered a crime in both worlds.
I wanted to put a new scar upon that soft body. To watch him
bleed as I laugh at his misery.
How dare he call himself the Boy Who Lived.How dare he think
that his life is bad. He lost both of his parents, but I had lost
only my father and had to live with my mother. Who had lost her
mind at the death of my father. I lived with her and her feble
mind for nine years.
Also, this boy didn't have the blood running through
his veins, pounding in his ears, telling him to be bad.
I knew I was bad, I didn't need the blood telling me to
do so. This Boy Who Lived had no reason for such a title.
He had no recollection of the day his parents died, yet
I remember the day when my father died. I watched it happen
before my eyes. I was but only a one year old, and I remember
it like it happened yesterday.
I am pulled from my thoughts when the door slid open and in
walked a red headed boy, a frizzy haired girl, and that boy who
I despised the most. I hated him and I had never even talked to
him. I sank into my seat so they wouldn't notice me. I never
wanted to be noticed, and I know at a point I would be.
In my little seat I sat, not paying attention to the three
people in front of me. But one of them spoke a single
sentance, a question to his friends, that made me want to
listen. With the snap of my fingers I find myself behind
them. Not to close, I lay on the down on the seat listing to
them, wanting to know what their saying. I strain my ears and
hear their words.
"Have you seen the new girl?" the boy who lived asked.
"Harry, we are surrounded by new girls. Their called first
years." the red headed one said.
"No. She's our age. She's a fifth year, but she has to go through
the Sorting Hat. Have you seen her?" Harry asked.
"I did." the girl said.
"Did you take a good look at her?"
"No, but I've heard some things."
"I caught a glimps of her, and she burned herself on my
memory. She's got the blackest hair as black as the midnight sky.
Her eyes are ice blue, just as blue as Malfoy's. Which gives her
a creepy look, those eyes are so cold. Her skin is pale and her
lips are as crimson as blood. She carries a box, a box that made
hissing noises, I heard what it was saying. She has a blue ridge
snake. No rats, no owls, no frogs, but a snake. The only animal
I've ever seen Malfoy turn white at the sight of." Harry said.
"Do you know her name?" the red headed on asked.
"No Ron, I do not."
"But I do." the girl says, "I have heard of many things
about her."
"Tell us." the boys beg.
"Her name is Drusilla VonLexton. She does not like her name.
She has four others. Dru, which is used by teachers or enemys,
Silla, by her classmates, Lady, by her friends, and Lady Dragon,
by those who fear her."
"Fear her?" the one called Ron asked.
"She comes from Durmstrang. That school teaches all dark
magick. From what I heard her parents were both Death
Eaters. Her father was killed when she was a baby and her
mother went crazy. I heard she's lived in America, Paris,
Denmark, and now she lives in London by herself, in the muggle
world."
"Why by herself?" Harry asks.
"Her mother died when she was nine."
"Oh. What house do you think she'll be in?" Ron asked.
"Hufflepuff?" the girl asks.
"No, not mello headed enough." Harry replys, "Ravenclaw?"
"No, she wouldn't fit there." the girl says.
"What about Gryffindor?" Ron asks.
"She shows no fear, but those eyes, I think she'll be put in
Slytherin." Harry says.
"Yes I agree." Ron replys.
The door slid open and a plump lady with a cart walked in. I snap
my fingers and end up back in my seat. My body's shakeing and
the blood is screaming at me. My mind is seacrching for answers.
How can they know so much about me when I have yet to learn
about them. What secrets do they posses? How do they know of
my beloved Nagani?
I sit in my seat, pondering my new life against my old. Wondering how
three people could know me. The train stopped and I saw for the first
time, Hogwarts. I wait for the three to get off the train so I could
sneek off. I follow the first years onto a boat which is driven across
the lake.
We get off and follow a big man who I know as Hagrid. We are
commanded to stay and wait. After what seemed a life time to
the younger children we are lead out onto a stage. The only thing
in the middle of the stage was a chair and a hat. I knew this to be the
Sorting Hat.
The sorting begins and I watch calmly, knowing I'll be last. Finally, the
last first year is called then me. "VonLexton, Drusilla" the teacher calls
and I have to fight the urge to do something horrible to this person. The
blood is screaming at me, I fight it. Must fight it. If I didn't fight the blood
most of these people would be dead. But fighting was beginning to get
harder and harder.
I take a seat upon the chair and the hat is placed over my head. All around
me there is talking, whispers flown about. Until one voice surfaces to the
top. The voice that had sung that song. It took a breath, which is odd because
hats can't breath.
"You are to be placed in Gryffindor." it said suddenly.
'No, I do not wish to be in Gryffindor. I want to be placed in Slytherin.' I scream
in my head.
"I cannot put you in Slytherin. I want you to be in Gryffindor. Maybe it will
help you release the evil in your mind."
'No. You cannot do this to me.'
"I can and I will. GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed.
I take off the hat in disgust and throw it to the ground. Iwalk down the
aisle to my new table. As I pass the Slytherin table I lock eyes with a blonde
haired boy. He mouths 'Mudblood' to me and the blood screams once more.
I ignore it and take my seat at the end of the table.
So many questions were directed at me. I said nothing, just casting my gaze
upon faces. A boy catches my eye from across the table. The boy's body is
twitching and shakeing. His eyes darted left and right, then he caught my
gaze and let out a small scream. A evil smile crossed my lips and I walk
over to him.
"Hello Neville." I whisper in his ear, he squeaks again.
"Um, hello Lady Dragon." he squeaked.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes, um, I- I -I misses you, um tons." he stammered, the table went
quiet to watch.
"How's mummy and daddy doing?"
"Their um, th-their f-fi-fine. Why?"
"Oh I thought that with a child like you, instead of insanity they'd kill
themselves."
"Th-they a-a-aren't allowed um, s-sh-sharp objects."
"Oh, tobad. It must suck to know that they don't even know you."
"Th-they know me."
"If you say say so. Can't wait for Christmas, huh? Get to see your parents.
They don't care."
"I-I-I um,. . ." he was cut off by the girl from the train.
"Stop it! Leave him alone!" she screamed at me.
" What are you going to do about it," I pause to take a deep breath,
" Mudblood?" with those little words the three from the train are at
my side ready to fight me.
"You bitch! How dare you call me that when you yourself are from
muggle parents?"
"How dare you lower me to your level! My parents were a witch and a
very powerful wizard! Unlike yours, who happen to be dentist!" I yell
at her.
"How do you know about my parents?" she asks.
"Oh please Granger, I don't know them. I know you. I read your soul.
I know your deepest fear." I hiss at her. "Would you like everyone to
know what it is?"
"Stop it! You leave her alone, you bitch!" the boy called Ron screamed.
" Second time in the last twenty seconds that I've been called a bitch, thats
a record for me." I say as I take a deep breath, "Isn't that right Weasly?"
I say his last name and watch his reaction. He cringed and to my surprise
so did the other three red headed children.
" What did you do to them?" Harry yelled.
"Nothing Golden Boy. Why?" I ask with a drawing voice.
"Bitch!" he hissed.
"Oh look another one, well we are making a scene in front of the school.
I am going to the Common Room, where we will finish this later. I must
attend to my Nagani." I say as I turn to leave.
As I walk past the Slytherin table the boy with blue eyes and
blonde hair glares at me. I return the glare, his eyes narrow
and he mouths 'mudblood' once more. The blood is screaming at me.
'Kill him! Kill him now! You are no Mudblood! Hit him over the head
with that plate!' I have to ignore it. I walk out of the hall. My
breathing has intensified and my heart feels like it's going to explode.
I stop in the middle of the hall, my breath comes back to me and
I regain posture. The blood in my ears is telling me to do something
bad to the first student I see. This time I don't ignore it. I walk calmly
down the hall until I see a boy. He looks like a second year so I
*accidently* bump into him.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Now all of you get to wonder whats going to happen to the boy and
the fight and how does she know Neville. HAHAHAHAHA!!!
who owns the charatures is J.K. Rowling, which I
praise her efforts. The only one I do own is my
charatures VonLexton and Drusilla. I hope you like,
I didn't make Draco and Harry gay. . . which is a
real surprise because I love those two together. Anyway,
on with the story which I haven't finished but it may
help with my mild case of writers block.
LADY DRAGON
Summer ended, and school was about to start. Hogwarts
students climbed onto the train that would lead them
to their destination. New faces buried among a sea of
older faces. A bright new day; and a new year just around
the corner, and me. I had beed transfered from Denmark to
London. My first year among Hogwarts students, but my fifth
year in the magic world of teaching.
This school I was to go to was famous against its time. Of corse
it was. It harbored Voldemort, as you will. It also taught
the infamous Sirius Black, who I knew when I was five. And
thousands of other famous witches and wizards. Most of the
Death Eaters came from this school. Among the sea of faces
were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, my mother,
and my father.
I make my way to an empty room, which I find in the back
of the train. I sit in the last seat thinking about my
past and how much I hate this fucking life. To my right
is a window, which I glance out of. My eyes catch a boy
that I thought was just a myth. I saw The Boy Who Lived.
My body got a sudden burst of lighting through it and all I
wanted to do to him would be considered a crime in both worlds.
I wanted to put a new scar upon that soft body. To watch him
bleed as I laugh at his misery.
How dare he call himself the Boy Who Lived.How dare he think
that his life is bad. He lost both of his parents, but I had lost
only my father and had to live with my mother. Who had lost her
mind at the death of my father. I lived with her and her feble
mind for nine years.
Also, this boy didn't have the blood running through
his veins, pounding in his ears, telling him to be bad.
I knew I was bad, I didn't need the blood telling me to
do so. This Boy Who Lived had no reason for such a title.
He had no recollection of the day his parents died, yet
I remember the day when my father died. I watched it happen
before my eyes. I was but only a one year old, and I remember
it like it happened yesterday.
I am pulled from my thoughts when the door slid open and in
walked a red headed boy, a frizzy haired girl, and that boy who
I despised the most. I hated him and I had never even talked to
him. I sank into my seat so they wouldn't notice me. I never
wanted to be noticed, and I know at a point I would be.
In my little seat I sat, not paying attention to the three
people in front of me. But one of them spoke a single
sentance, a question to his friends, that made me want to
listen. With the snap of my fingers I find myself behind
them. Not to close, I lay on the down on the seat listing to
them, wanting to know what their saying. I strain my ears and
hear their words.
"Have you seen the new girl?" the boy who lived asked.
"Harry, we are surrounded by new girls. Their called first
years." the red headed one said.
"No. She's our age. She's a fifth year, but she has to go through
the Sorting Hat. Have you seen her?" Harry asked.
"I did." the girl said.
"Did you take a good look at her?"
"No, but I've heard some things."
"I caught a glimps of her, and she burned herself on my
memory. She's got the blackest hair as black as the midnight sky.
Her eyes are ice blue, just as blue as Malfoy's. Which gives her
a creepy look, those eyes are so cold. Her skin is pale and her
lips are as crimson as blood. She carries a box, a box that made
hissing noises, I heard what it was saying. She has a blue ridge
snake. No rats, no owls, no frogs, but a snake. The only animal
I've ever seen Malfoy turn white at the sight of." Harry said.
"Do you know her name?" the red headed on asked.
"No Ron, I do not."
"But I do." the girl says, "I have heard of many things
about her."
"Tell us." the boys beg.
"Her name is Drusilla VonLexton. She does not like her name.
She has four others. Dru, which is used by teachers or enemys,
Silla, by her classmates, Lady, by her friends, and Lady Dragon,
by those who fear her."
"Fear her?" the one called Ron asked.
"She comes from Durmstrang. That school teaches all dark
magick. From what I heard her parents were both Death
Eaters. Her father was killed when she was a baby and her
mother went crazy. I heard she's lived in America, Paris,
Denmark, and now she lives in London by herself, in the muggle
world."
"Why by herself?" Harry asks.
"Her mother died when she was nine."
"Oh. What house do you think she'll be in?" Ron asked.
"Hufflepuff?" the girl asks.
"No, not mello headed enough." Harry replys, "Ravenclaw?"
"No, she wouldn't fit there." the girl says.
"What about Gryffindor?" Ron asks.
"She shows no fear, but those eyes, I think she'll be put in
Slytherin." Harry says.
"Yes I agree." Ron replys.
The door slid open and a plump lady with a cart walked in. I snap
my fingers and end up back in my seat. My body's shakeing and
the blood is screaming at me. My mind is seacrching for answers.
How can they know so much about me when I have yet to learn
about them. What secrets do they posses? How do they know of
my beloved Nagani?
I sit in my seat, pondering my new life against my old. Wondering how
three people could know me. The train stopped and I saw for the first
time, Hogwarts. I wait for the three to get off the train so I could
sneek off. I follow the first years onto a boat which is driven across
the lake.
We get off and follow a big man who I know as Hagrid. We are
commanded to stay and wait. After what seemed a life time to
the younger children we are lead out onto a stage. The only thing
in the middle of the stage was a chair and a hat. I knew this to be the
Sorting Hat.
The sorting begins and I watch calmly, knowing I'll be last. Finally, the
last first year is called then me. "VonLexton, Drusilla" the teacher calls
and I have to fight the urge to do something horrible to this person. The
blood is screaming at me, I fight it. Must fight it. If I didn't fight the blood
most of these people would be dead. But fighting was beginning to get
harder and harder.
I take a seat upon the chair and the hat is placed over my head. All around
me there is talking, whispers flown about. Until one voice surfaces to the
top. The voice that had sung that song. It took a breath, which is odd because
hats can't breath.
"You are to be placed in Gryffindor." it said suddenly.
'No, I do not wish to be in Gryffindor. I want to be placed in Slytherin.' I scream
in my head.
"I cannot put you in Slytherin. I want you to be in Gryffindor. Maybe it will
help you release the evil in your mind."
'No. You cannot do this to me.'
"I can and I will. GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed.
I take off the hat in disgust and throw it to the ground. Iwalk down the
aisle to my new table. As I pass the Slytherin table I lock eyes with a blonde
haired boy. He mouths 'Mudblood' to me and the blood screams once more.
I ignore it and take my seat at the end of the table.
So many questions were directed at me. I said nothing, just casting my gaze
upon faces. A boy catches my eye from across the table. The boy's body is
twitching and shakeing. His eyes darted left and right, then he caught my
gaze and let out a small scream. A evil smile crossed my lips and I walk
over to him.
"Hello Neville." I whisper in his ear, he squeaks again.
"Um, hello Lady Dragon." he squeaked.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes, um, I- I -I misses you, um tons." he stammered, the table went
quiet to watch.
"How's mummy and daddy doing?"
"Their um, th-their f-fi-fine. Why?"
"Oh I thought that with a child like you, instead of insanity they'd kill
themselves."
"Th-they a-a-aren't allowed um, s-sh-sharp objects."
"Oh, tobad. It must suck to know that they don't even know you."
"Th-they know me."
"If you say say so. Can't wait for Christmas, huh? Get to see your parents.
They don't care."
"I-I-I um,. . ." he was cut off by the girl from the train.
"Stop it! Leave him alone!" she screamed at me.
" What are you going to do about it," I pause to take a deep breath,
" Mudblood?" with those little words the three from the train are at
my side ready to fight me.
"You bitch! How dare you call me that when you yourself are from
muggle parents?"
"How dare you lower me to your level! My parents were a witch and a
very powerful wizard! Unlike yours, who happen to be dentist!" I yell
at her.
"How do you know about my parents?" she asks.
"Oh please Granger, I don't know them. I know you. I read your soul.
I know your deepest fear." I hiss at her. "Would you like everyone to
know what it is?"
"Stop it! You leave her alone, you bitch!" the boy called Ron screamed.
" Second time in the last twenty seconds that I've been called a bitch, thats
a record for me." I say as I take a deep breath, "Isn't that right Weasly?"
I say his last name and watch his reaction. He cringed and to my surprise
so did the other three red headed children.
" What did you do to them?" Harry yelled.
"Nothing Golden Boy. Why?" I ask with a drawing voice.
"Bitch!" he hissed.
"Oh look another one, well we are making a scene in front of the school.
I am going to the Common Room, where we will finish this later. I must
attend to my Nagani." I say as I turn to leave.
As I walk past the Slytherin table the boy with blue eyes and
blonde hair glares at me. I return the glare, his eyes narrow
and he mouths 'mudblood' once more. The blood is screaming at me.
'Kill him! Kill him now! You are no Mudblood! Hit him over the head
with that plate!' I have to ignore it. I walk out of the hall. My
breathing has intensified and my heart feels like it's going to explode.
I stop in the middle of the hall, my breath comes back to me and
I regain posture. The blood in my ears is telling me to do something
bad to the first student I see. This time I don't ignore it. I walk calmly
down the hall until I see a boy. He looks like a second year so I
*accidently* bump into him.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Now all of you get to wonder whats going to happen to the boy and
the fight and how does she know Neville. HAHAHAHAHA!!!