Introduction: I don't own the previously made characters. If I did everything would be MUUCCCHH different trust me. XD Also this piece is written over a long period of time with breaks in between so it may seem a bit choppy in parts and the relationships a little too speedy or not played out completely. This book/novel/story will be an on going project eventually telling the story of a new student and the rise of Voldemort from all of the main characters point of view. So don't worry if you're good and you actually read ALL of the related stories you'll get a nice rounded picture. For you geniuses that didn't read the summary this is pro Draco x Hermione, Harry x Ginny and George x OC. I will openly except flames cause let's face it we're all not perfect - but try and have some reason to it. Thanks. And now that I'm finished rambling ENJOY!
Dark World
CHAPTER ONE: EXCHANGE YOUR LIFE
"Though Life all dark and bitter be,
With human bosoms human care."
The Wander – Richard Watson Dixon
I entered along with the first years. People watched silently, as I guess was expected. My eyes swept across the hall, making me stop for a second. I observed four tables each with different colors for each. A deep maroon for the table on the far left, with a deep blue on my left, a strand of ebony black to my right and a bright emerald green on my far right. I continued, noticing most of the students in uniform. I looked down at my tradition school robes.
They were deep purple layers styled in the tradition Merlin style. A black cloak was clasped at the end of my throat with a broach bearing my school's coat of arms. It was a sun with a sword stuck through it and a ribbon with the Latin proverb 'Carpe Diem!'
I lifted my eyes to see the headmaster Albus Dumbledore stand up. He made a short speech and then Prof. McGonagall rose and set a singing hat on a stool. After it had finished it's song she began to read names off the list. I was told I would be last. I watched with interest as the first year students pulled on the hat terrified and scurried off to their table. I sighed and leaned against the wall. I took the time to survey the room again.
My eyes landed on a group at the table with the maroon banner. A boy with coal black hair watched intently with wild green eyes through a pair of glasses. On his left sat a girl with long, shinny, mildly frizzy almond hair and her honey colored eyes watched with half-interest. I saw her perfect badge glint in the floating candlelight. To his right sat a boy with a shock of red hair and freckles dotting his face. I surpressed a smiled, so that was the famous Dream Team from Hogwarts.
"Boys and girls, we have a special announcement. This year Hogwarts has decided to participate in a foreign exchange program." Dumbledore said standing up again. I surveyed the teachers. One I knew right off the bat, Severus Snape. A smile twitched at my mouth, even my school had rumors about the former Death Eater. I sighed and ran a hand through my chocolate brown hair. I had grown it out over the summer and the ends now rested at my waist, "An opportunity to attend America's head magic school, Snowdem, in Colorado will be available to any interested fourth years and up. We will be judging applicants the way we judged for the Tri-Wizards tournament last year with the Goblet of Fire. You would be attending for the second term at Snowdem. You would be expected to do the school work given to you there and follow the rules." A buzz swept through the hall, Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and the whispers died down, "We are lucky to have our exchange student from Snowdem here with us for the first term. Please," He beckoned me forward.
I pushed off the wall and walked up to the platform and faced the hall. Whispers broke out again.
"Would you care to introduce yourself?" I sighed at the headmaster's request.
"My name is Sari Carter. I'm a seventh year at Snowdem making me seventeen. I am fluent in English, Japanese, Italian and, of course Latin. My ambition is to be a diplomat in foreign policy negotiation for the Council of Magic in America and the Society of Magic in Japan or a Japanese animator." I heard a couple cheers from which I assumed to be Muggle-borns and confused looks from purebloods. Prof. McGonagall motioned me towards the hat and stool. I sat unwilling on the badly made stool.
"For the next semester Ms. Carter will be living with a house and acting as a house member. She can loose and gain points and participate in house activities." A few people looked around seeing if others liked the idea. I placed the hat on my head.
'Ah . . .' The hat murmured to me. I heard him settle onto my head and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I cleared my mind and entered a meditative state, 'So no incessant pleas on places not to be sent? AH! I see you have no idea about the houses other than what I have sung. Well . . . wit, clam, observative, energetic and focused . . . better be,' To everyone he cried, "RAVENCLAW!" A great cry came from the table with blue banners. A perfect stood up and came to guide me to a seat.
I watched as a few people from the house of the maroon color muttered. The green table glared at the maroon and growled at the 'Dream Team.' I raised an eyebrow and glanced from one table to the next.
"That's Gryffindor over there in the maroon." He pointed to the table with the red banners and then at the green table. He looked rather disgusted, "And that's Syltherin. Almost everyone in there goes bad, don't associate with them." I raised an eyebrow.
"Almost means some won't go bad." I said looking at the table. A few glared back, "Maybe it's time someone decided more won't." I murmured to myself.
"Here, you can sit by me." The perfect motioned to a seat next to him. I sat down gladly and felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and around finally meeting two sets of crystal blue eyes. I smiled politely and began to eat the feast that had suddenly appeared.
"Follow me please!" The perfect called. She was a younger sixth year and she smiled at us. The group of people from the table followed her as other tables followed their perfects. I turned to see the two boys that had stared at me turn to go up the stairs following the Gryffindor perfect. They looked at me and I smiled again but turned to follow the young Asian girl up the stairs.
"My name is Cho Chang, I'm the RavenClaw perfect and if you have any questions you can direct them to myself or Randy O'Neil. Here is the picture." I recognized the lady as one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Rowena RavenClaw, the founder of our house, "The password is 'blueberries'." I forced a groan back. If everything in this house had to do with blue I'd scream.
The portrait swung open and revealed a large common room. A fire roared in the fireplace. Old House Cups and Qudditch Cup trophies rested on shelves on the left wall collecting dust. Plush furniture surrounded the room. Tables were set up for studying and others were set up for chess. A mini-library was situated on the right side of the common room. I stepped in.
Two doors were on the left and two where on the right. One on each side had gold and blue 'P's. I guessed those were the perfect dorms. Some girls and boys headed for the doors, the girls to the left, the boys to the right.
"Sari is it?" A girl my age asked coming up to me. I nodded, she stuck out her hand, "Jill Sun." I shook her hand and smiled.
"Where do we pick up our stuff?" I asked, she gave me a blank look and then laughed.
"They're automatically transported to our rooms, come on I'll show you. You'll be staying in the seventh-year's dorms. Or that's what Cho said." She said dragging me towards the left unmarked door. I allowed myself to be dragged up three flights of stairs in a stony stairwell to a thick oak door. Jill opened it to reveal twelve beds in a circular room with a blue and gold color scheme. I raised an eyebrow.
"Does everything around here have to do with blue?" I asked as she led me over to a bed near one of the five windows.
"Well, everything in our house. Everything is color coded around here. Like all the RavenClaws wear blue and gold ties and patches, red and gold for Gryffindor, yellow and black for Hufflepuff, and green and silver for Syltherin." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"How dull." I commented noticing my things piled at the bottom of the next bed.
"Why is that?" She asked.
"Because, at Snowdem we all were allowed to were any color robes. They just had to be Merlin style, like these." I said motioning to my excessive robes. She grinned and hid a giggle behind her hand, "Eh? What's wrong with my robes?"
"Nothing, they're just rather . . . I don't know, formal." She said. I gave her a skeptical look.
"These are anything but formal. You should see what we're required to wear to dances." I made a face, "Besides, on weekends we can wear Muggle clothing." I said remembering the slightly risqué outfits I had packed in the corner of my trunk. She looked interested.
"Did Dumbledore say that was okay for here?" She asked. I shrugged.
"He said he would like to see how I present American fashions." I snickered slightly, "I don't think he's checked up on it for a few hundred years or McGonagall probably would have told him to refuse." I said pulling out a bewitched CD player. Jill looked at it oddly.
"It's a bewitched Muggle CD player. It plays music on data discs that hold lots of data and are versatile." She directed her confused look to me, "Even if I went to a magic school doesn't mean we didn't include Muggle teaching in our program. We learn how to act like a Muggle, how to act if lost in the Muggle world, etc. CD players are a benefit." I explained placing it on my bedside table. I looked in disgust at the bed sheets and colors. I rolled my eyes, "Murasaki-iro." I muttered. The bed sheets turned a deep purple.
"What was that?" Jill asked. I shrugged.
"A Japanese command. I find it easier to use Japanese spells so my Japanese doesn't get rusty." I explained. She stared at me.
"You weren't kidding." I rolled my eyes.
"At the introduction, of course not." I replied a little insulted at her thought of my lying. She just gapped and I put in one of my favorite songs. Forgetting the volume level it was set on and that Hogwarts might not have soundproof walls I pressed play and pressed for track number six.
A huge bass began to shake the walls. I shrieked out of surprise and Jill screamed clamping her hands to her ears. I fiddled with the switch and finally got the volume down after two loud verses. Cho burst through our door she looked at us. I blushed slightly and looked at Jill.
"Sorry." I muttered as Jill tried not to laugh at Cho's terrified expression. A few girls ran up the stairs.
"WHO HAS A STEREO!" They wanted to know. I grinned and raised my hand slightly. They ran in.
"AHH! I thought I wouldn't see one for a whole term!" One of them cried. I heightened the volume and opened the windows to see a few birds fly away. One of the girls stayed and two of the younger girls left after I promised they could listen to my music sometime later.
"And here are our bathrooms. All of us seventh years have to share so we all chipped in and bought a long mirror last year. Here is your stall." I peered into the small room that was set off by a wooden wall, reminding me of an outside beach shower. It was small with a separate little room for a toilet. The shower was rather large and it had shelves for shampoo, conditioner, soap and other fancy toiletries. I went and got my stuff and went to dump it in the stall.
Soon the bathroom was bustling with seven seventeen year-olds. I looked over at Jill who was putting her hair in large curlers. She said it made it more natural than any spell.
"I can't stand it any longer." I announced the girls stopped and looked at me, "Who is hot around here?" The girls laughed and began to shout names at me.
"Well, there's the Weasley twins, Fred and George, but they're in Gryffindor, just like every other Weasley. And their friend Lee Jordan, who's a Gryffindor too." One girl with blonde hair said, she had said her name was Amy (A|N: Not many RavenClaws or people Fred & George's age are named so I'm just gonna make up people.)
"And Christopher Miller." One girl said, "And he's a RavenClaw! He's a chaser on the Quidditch team." The tall, brunette said. Her hair was cropped to her jawbone in a very short bob, I remembered her name was Violet. I nodded as names were thrown out and the girls finished up and dragged me to see pictures of them.
I recognized the Weasley twins as the boys staring at me at dinner. Jill noticed how my eyes kept straying back to that picture.
"You'll get to meet them tomorrow." She said misinterpreting my interest. She winked and the girls giggled, "We have Transfiguration first with Gryffindor."
"So which is cuter? I've always thought Fred was more charming." I rolled my eyes at one of the girls with long red hair.
"I guess if I had to chose it'd be George, but I wasn't thinking about it like that . . ." The girls looked at me interested, "They just kept staring at me at dinner. It was rather unnerving."
"Oh, look the new girl has already caught the attention of the Weasels." A girl said coming in. I looked up to see a girl dressed in the RavenClaw uniform but with a green and silver ascot tied at her neck. I raised my eyebrow.
"That's Kayla Jenkins. She was a transfer from New York, she should have gone to Syltherin if you ask me, her boyfriend's the chaser on their Quidditch team." Amy whispered to me.
"I know who she is." I hissed back. I glared at her; her entire presence reeked of bad magic. I wrinkled my nose, from her long straight black hair to her pale white ankles with her loafers were just was pungent of the bad magic Snowdem students were taught to find from day one. I wasn't surprised how she had turned out.
"Well, Carter finally come to take my challenge?" She taunted. I raised my eyebrows and a smirk paced onto my face.
"Well well, if it isn't the reject Jenkins. I was wondering were they'd send you after they caught you screwing Professor Lombard. I must say it was killing two birds with one stone. Get rid of you and the annoying 'Lumpbard'." I said. The girls gasped, Kayla's face flew into flames. I climbed off the bed the other RavenClaw girls cleared a path for me.
"Your memory's dulling, Carter. I didn't do such a thing." I laughed at her quick and irrational response.
"You forget, 'Jerkins'." I ground the name into her face, "I was the one that heard you two." She snarled as I circled, "I can't believe they thought Dumbledore would help. Not even Voldemort could turn a whore like you . . . oh, wait." I paused as the girls cowered at the name, "He DID." I said in a deadly voice.
"What? You lie worse than before you deranged bitch." I hid a chuckle behind my hand.
"I think you forget the first lesson we were taught in DADA in our first year." I told her, her face drained of color, "Ah! So you remember now? I didn't ever forget, too bad Snowdem and Hogwarts decided to change." Kayla turned white with fear and rage. Without a word she turned and stormed into the bathroom.
A few seconds of silence filled the room before the girls pounced asking questions.
"Long story. To make it short, first day enemies, fifth year found her screwing the Potions professor, sent her away, never liked her, nobody cared she left." I said. They gasped and looked from the door to me. They shook their heads and crawled into bed.
"Night." The voices echoed across the room. I looked out the window across the lake towards the Forbidden Forest and sunk into my covers and went to sleep dreaming about boys with fire red hair and crystal blue eyes.