Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Raella Scotts and Lirimaer Sheena
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It was a blustery, fall day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when a short blonde and a tall-ish brunette climbed the hill up to the Great Hall. The brunette stopped, glanced at a piece of paper in her hand, and stared at the castle in front of her.
"*This* is my new school?" she asked bitterly. "Durmstrang looked better. I can't believe that they transferred me."
"I know," the blonde replied with a sigh she had heard that rant all the way the way there. "I was startled as well. But Karkaroff must have had a good reason. Lirimaer, you have to at least *try* to make friends here. Let the teachers take care of any trouble makers." The blonde gave Lirimaer a stern look.
"Oh, yes, all-mighty Professor Raella Scotts. I will let Dumbledore take care of the bullies," Lirimaer replied sarcastically.
"Move your butt. You don't want to miss the Sorting." Raella picked up her bag from where she had dropped it and continued her hike up to the Great Hall. She could remember all of the fond memories from when *she* had gone to Hogwarts. The good ole days.
Lirimaer gave a drawn out sigh and trudged after her godmother. Raella had always loved Hogwarts.
When the pair got to the doors of the school, they dropped their belongings next to the piles of student luggage and slipped into the Great Hall. From the looks of things, they were finishing up the Sorting. Only 3 first years were left. Lirimaer hurried to join them and watched as a "Waters, Dessie" be proclaimed a Hufflepuff.
Lirimaer knew with out a doubt that she would be in Slytherin. You just had to do was look at her. Leather pants, a tank top with a sheer over shirt, chunky high-heeled boots. All in black, of course. Add her icy grey eyes and often vampiric smile to a quick wit, a quicker temper, and a brilliant mind and you have to get a Slytherin.
The first years were all Sorted and Dumbledore stood.
"This year we are honored with a transfer student from Durmstrang who will be Sorted as well, although she is a 6th year. Her name is Lirimaer Sheena. I hope that you all make her feel welcome," Dumbledore announced. He motioned Lirimaer onto the stool.
Lirimaer strode over, picked up the Hat and sat down with it on her head.
"Well, you aren't hard to place now are you?" the Hat murmured in her ear.
"Really? I hadn't guessed," Lirimaer muttered as it called out "SLYTHERIN!" She lifted it off her head. Placing it on the stool, she stood and walked over to the Slytherin table.
"You can sit here," a *pale* blonde hair boy offered, sliding down to make room.
"Thanks," Lirimaer replied with her signature vampire smile. She loved the way one of the girls gulped visibly when she caught sight of Lirimaer's unusually sharp canines. "You know my name, what's yours?"
"Draco Malfoy," the blonde said, holding out his hand. "I'm a 6th year as well. Not to mention a prefect."
"Nice to meet you Draco." Lirimaer shook his hand with her own, long fingers glittering with silver rings. "By the way," she said as she rose to go see Raella, who was still at the entrance, "Authority is for wimps." She walked over to Raella, her swinging hips and confident stride gaining her many stares and glances.
"Rae, snap out of it," Lirimaer whispered. "Just go up there and talk to him."
"Oh, Li! I can't! What if he doesn't remember me?" Rae whispered back urgently. She grasped Li's shoulders and her lively blue eyes became worried.
"If he really loved you he will remember," she reassured. "Now go up there. Dumbledore is waiting for you."
Rae nodded, straightened her black dress and black robes; then started towards the High Table. She had a few words with Dumbledore, then took her seat next to who could only be Hagrid and a centaur that Li knew was named Firenze.
Li shook her head and started back to her table. As she sat down next to Malfoy, Dumbledore stood.
"I would like to thank Ms. Sheena for returning our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Raella Scotts." Dumbledore nodded to Lirimaer, who stood on her seat and bowed to Dumbledore.
"Not a problem sir," Lirimaer grinned again, looking rather imp-ish along with vampiric. "I can't have my god mother making a fool of herself the first day on the job." Lirimaer sat back down as Dumbledore shook his head with a smile that he was trying hard not to let show.
"Well, I think that that is all of announcements, so, tuck in," Dumbledore said.
Lirimaer started to fill her plate with the food that had appeared on the platters all the way down the table.
"So, Snape is still Head of our House, right?" Lirimaer asked as she helped herself to some pumpkin juice.
"Who *else* would it be?" the girl who had stared at her canines replied with sarcasm laced over a bitter tone.
"Just checking. No need to get huffy," Li muttered darkly.
"Don't mind Pansy. She doesn't like it when girls that are prettier than her sit next to me," Draco said. "And you can call me Malfoy. Everyone does."
"Is that a personal opinion or a public statement?" Lirimaer asked slyly after she swallowed a bite of roast chicken.
Malfoy looked startled. "A little bit of both I guess."
Although things were going so well for the new Slytherin, her god mother wasn't having such good luck.
Rae was trying to make eye contact with Snape, while keeping a conversation going with Minerva McGonagall.
"Deary," a whispery voice came from next to Minerva. "If you wish to confront him about your past together, you must do so face-to-face. None of this, sneaking around." The voice came from Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher.
"I'll keep that in mind," Rae nodded nervously. She took a bite of roast beef and observed her god daughter start to fit in.
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Good? Bad? Could be better? Could be worse? And yes, Malfoy and Snape are rather OOC in this story. But that is because I wanted them to act differently when they have found the women that they will fall in love with.
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It was a blustery, fall day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when a short blonde and a tall-ish brunette climbed the hill up to the Great Hall. The brunette stopped, glanced at a piece of paper in her hand, and stared at the castle in front of her.
"*This* is my new school?" she asked bitterly. "Durmstrang looked better. I can't believe that they transferred me."
"I know," the blonde replied with a sigh she had heard that rant all the way the way there. "I was startled as well. But Karkaroff must have had a good reason. Lirimaer, you have to at least *try* to make friends here. Let the teachers take care of any trouble makers." The blonde gave Lirimaer a stern look.
"Oh, yes, all-mighty Professor Raella Scotts. I will let Dumbledore take care of the bullies," Lirimaer replied sarcastically.
"Move your butt. You don't want to miss the Sorting." Raella picked up her bag from where she had dropped it and continued her hike up to the Great Hall. She could remember all of the fond memories from when *she* had gone to Hogwarts. The good ole days.
Lirimaer gave a drawn out sigh and trudged after her godmother. Raella had always loved Hogwarts.
When the pair got to the doors of the school, they dropped their belongings next to the piles of student luggage and slipped into the Great Hall. From the looks of things, they were finishing up the Sorting. Only 3 first years were left. Lirimaer hurried to join them and watched as a "Waters, Dessie" be proclaimed a Hufflepuff.
Lirimaer knew with out a doubt that she would be in Slytherin. You just had to do was look at her. Leather pants, a tank top with a sheer over shirt, chunky high-heeled boots. All in black, of course. Add her icy grey eyes and often vampiric smile to a quick wit, a quicker temper, and a brilliant mind and you have to get a Slytherin.
The first years were all Sorted and Dumbledore stood.
"This year we are honored with a transfer student from Durmstrang who will be Sorted as well, although she is a 6th year. Her name is Lirimaer Sheena. I hope that you all make her feel welcome," Dumbledore announced. He motioned Lirimaer onto the stool.
Lirimaer strode over, picked up the Hat and sat down with it on her head.
"Well, you aren't hard to place now are you?" the Hat murmured in her ear.
"Really? I hadn't guessed," Lirimaer muttered as it called out "SLYTHERIN!" She lifted it off her head. Placing it on the stool, she stood and walked over to the Slytherin table.
"You can sit here," a *pale* blonde hair boy offered, sliding down to make room.
"Thanks," Lirimaer replied with her signature vampire smile. She loved the way one of the girls gulped visibly when she caught sight of Lirimaer's unusually sharp canines. "You know my name, what's yours?"
"Draco Malfoy," the blonde said, holding out his hand. "I'm a 6th year as well. Not to mention a prefect."
"Nice to meet you Draco." Lirimaer shook his hand with her own, long fingers glittering with silver rings. "By the way," she said as she rose to go see Raella, who was still at the entrance, "Authority is for wimps." She walked over to Raella, her swinging hips and confident stride gaining her many stares and glances.
"Rae, snap out of it," Lirimaer whispered. "Just go up there and talk to him."
"Oh, Li! I can't! What if he doesn't remember me?" Rae whispered back urgently. She grasped Li's shoulders and her lively blue eyes became worried.
"If he really loved you he will remember," she reassured. "Now go up there. Dumbledore is waiting for you."
Rae nodded, straightened her black dress and black robes; then started towards the High Table. She had a few words with Dumbledore, then took her seat next to who could only be Hagrid and a centaur that Li knew was named Firenze.
Li shook her head and started back to her table. As she sat down next to Malfoy, Dumbledore stood.
"I would like to thank Ms. Sheena for returning our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Raella Scotts." Dumbledore nodded to Lirimaer, who stood on her seat and bowed to Dumbledore.
"Not a problem sir," Lirimaer grinned again, looking rather imp-ish along with vampiric. "I can't have my god mother making a fool of herself the first day on the job." Lirimaer sat back down as Dumbledore shook his head with a smile that he was trying hard not to let show.
"Well, I think that that is all of announcements, so, tuck in," Dumbledore said.
Lirimaer started to fill her plate with the food that had appeared on the platters all the way down the table.
"So, Snape is still Head of our House, right?" Lirimaer asked as she helped herself to some pumpkin juice.
"Who *else* would it be?" the girl who had stared at her canines replied with sarcasm laced over a bitter tone.
"Just checking. No need to get huffy," Li muttered darkly.
"Don't mind Pansy. She doesn't like it when girls that are prettier than her sit next to me," Draco said. "And you can call me Malfoy. Everyone does."
"Is that a personal opinion or a public statement?" Lirimaer asked slyly after she swallowed a bite of roast chicken.
Malfoy looked startled. "A little bit of both I guess."
Although things were going so well for the new Slytherin, her god mother wasn't having such good luck.
Rae was trying to make eye contact with Snape, while keeping a conversation going with Minerva McGonagall.
"Deary," a whispery voice came from next to Minerva. "If you wish to confront him about your past together, you must do so face-to-face. None of this, sneaking around." The voice came from Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher.
"I'll keep that in mind," Rae nodded nervously. She took a bite of roast beef and observed her god daughter start to fit in.
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Good? Bad? Could be better? Could be worse? And yes, Malfoy and Snape are rather OOC in this story. But that is because I wanted them to act differently when they have found the women that they will fall in love with.