WORKING TITLE!


Author Notes: This is a joint fic between HEN & her dear friend Tato (under Hen's penname I
might add) This is a first fic so please be kind, flames will be laughed at by HEN and cried
about by Tato
The Title for the momoent is "Working Title (inventive huh ? ) Please give us suggestions
for a better one Onegai Please !!
Tato *smacks HEN*
HEN "heh heh Gomen, anywho here's our ficcy ^_^"

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Clouds slip by..unseen
Older than the ocean
Molded by a dream
that drifts
in my mind.

Deska looked up at the moon lit clouds swirling past. It had to be about 2 in the
morning, but she couldn't sleep, again. As the only Canadian student at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry she was quite alone..and right now..literally. Or was she? Deska
capped her fountain pen and tucked it into the pocket of her jeans and closed her book in a
swift motion as she edged toward the shadows thrown by the tower's edge. She couldn't afford
to get caught, not here. She'd heard enough stories about Filch and his damn cat to give her
goose bumps. She scanned the darkness..trying to see what had caused her unease. There was
nothing. Not perched on the tower's edge..nothing near the door back into the massive castle
that was Hogwarts...nothing in the sky..what has startled her?

Deska looked warily around and decided to head back to her bed...well...the Slytherin common
room at least. Deska couldn't understand why she had ended up in Slytherin House...it made
no sense! "Where dwell the brave at heart" was the Gryffindors...and she was brave of heart
...at least Deska thought so. Hufflepuff were loyal and just..and Deska thought she was loyal
and just. Back home she never abandoned her friends..ever! And what about Ravenclaw? She was
wise..all her friends from home came to her for advice..and she was smart..an Honour Student
back home. So why had the Sorting Hat put her in Slytherin? "Those cunning folk use any means
to achieve their ends." was the Slytherin trait...but Deska wasn't like that. She was cunning
...if smart could count as cunning, but she wouldn't hurt people to get what she wanted and
she always fought for what she thought and felt was right. So, why Slytherin?

Deska pondered all this as she slipped back into the common room. It was about the billionth
time she had gone over this same argument in her head in the two years. She was seventeen.
Just before her fifteenth birthday she had received a letter from the mysterious Hogwarts
School. The summer before she had been visiting new found distant family in Ireland and in
England. Upon returning home she had received the letter...and her parents had actually been
happy about her staying with the new relatives and attending a English school. They didn't
seem to realize what she was learning. Her family was very religious...and wouldn't
understand. Deska understood, she had actually met a few wizards and witches who were clergy
and religious and they had helped her understand. "There were many things between heaven and
earth that we don't understand" advised the old Polish priest, Fr. Stanulus. "We must simply
use the gifts given us by God and use them for good, and for the defeat of evil."

Deska smiled at the memory of her friend and settled into an overstuffed widow seat to pass
the time. Sadly, she couldn't stay there. She felt incredibly restless. She didn't want to
read, or work on homework, and she couldn't go back to the tower. She had discovered it last
Christmas..and it had become her private oasis. No one else knew about it. And she intended
to keep it that way. Deska's eyes traveled around the shadow wrapped common room. Patches
of bright moonlight spotted the floor, walls and furniture, but gave Deska's eyes little to
focus on. Finally bored of gazing around the room Deska made a decision. She would go for a
walk outside. She crept into the room she shared with the other Slytherin girls and retrieved
her wand, Unicorn Hair, Willow, 10 inches, from its velvet lined case. She didn't have much
money, and had no intention of damaging her only wand. She then quietly left the common room
and moved towards the tower. She had taken off her boots so only her sock feet padded along
Hogwarts' ancient hallways. When she reached the tower she pulled on her books again and
secured her wand inside the left hand sleeve, where she had added a pocket for easy access.
Approaching the edge of the tower she contemplated how to reach the ground. She wasn't sure
what type of spell to use. As she looked around a sharp cry startled her. An owl was winging
its way into the owlery...and had cried in warning to the other owls. Calming herself Deska
made a decision. Stepping up to the edge of the tower she prepared to cast the spell. As she
took a deep breath to speak the door of the tower behind her opened suddenly. Deska spun
around to see who had caught her...and lost her balance. A strangled cry echoed after her
as she fell to certain death.
Deska was strangely aware of shouting above her as she fell, and the odd thought that she
should have hit ground by now. A sudden impact knocked the breath from her lungs and stunned
her. When she blinked her eyes open it seem as though an eternity had passed, but really only
seconds had elapsed. Deska sat up slowly, her whole body hurt, but she wasn't dead...
surprisingly. Looking up she saw a figure leaning over the edge of the tower..looking for her.
Deska couldn't tell who is was, but she didn't want to get caught. She awkwardly got to her
feet and ran to the shelter of a nearby copse of trees. Well, staggering is more fitting
to what she did, and retching would suit what she did next. Braced against a tree Deska
retched whatever she had eaten and not eaten in the last day. The shock of the fall and the
adrenaline had turned her stomach upon itself. Once she had come back to herself, Deska was
aware of lights and voices nearby. Peeking out between some leaves Deska saw the specks of
light were lanterns, and the voices were coming from what she suspected were teachers...in
their night clothes. Oh, dear! Deska thought rather confused. They're looking for me, and
they're going to be mad! I have to get back to my room! Deska thought fast....as fast as
she could with a concussion. Forming a plan Deska stepped away from the tree...to find
herself impacting the ground much
harder than the first time. She had climbed the tree, and forgotten. She lay there, stunned.
The voices grew louder, noted Deska rather detached, Oh well, she thought, I'm caught...damn!
And the world spun into darkness.