Disclaimer: No! I won't do it! –gets hit- FINE! None of the characters in this are mine. They are JK Rowling's. Except for Rhia. She's mine. But you can have her….
Chapter one: Spinning
A/n: The first three chapters of this story disgusted me. As of now, I am re-doing them completely to fit better with the later stuff. Hopefully it will make..MUCH more sense. Don't shoot me! O.O!
"Moronic, insane freaky bastard." The insult flew out of the mouth of a raven haired Slytherin 6th year. Violet eyes glared disapprovingly at blonde Slytherin boy who stood casually in front of her. He glared as well, but smirked as he had a gang of Slytherin's backed up behind him.
"Temper, eh, Rhia?" Malfoy drawled, the sadistic smile and tone of his voice making the others guffaw at him. But then again, they were just brainless admirers doing anything to please their ringleader. Draco dragged a pale hand through silvery blonde tresses, waiting for the reply of Rhia Ashcroft. His former girlfriend.
Rhia stomped her Gucci heeled foot on the floor and crossed her arms in a haughty way. Much like a spoiled brat. Conversely, however, she was a spoiled brat. The only Ashcroft girl was the only child and heiress to the Ashcroft fortune, laid down by her Ministry Governor of a father, Avery. Indeed, in previous years, Avery had always been one of the twelve governors who were first to sign the bill to get Dumbledore sacked. As we all know, that failed. Undeniably, Rhia had been blessed with good looks and a smile that could melt a male suitor's heart. Tall and extremely skinny, with a model figure, Rhia was never one to miss a trend or break a 'fashion-rule.' Unfortunately, this vanity came at a price. She had a foul attitude towards others, and not-so-awesome grades. Which were most certainly on the borderline of 'atrocious.'
"You slimy git, You're just doing this because your followers are here!" Rhia yelled at him, fury crossing over her doll-like face. A French manicured hand flew to a silver chain around her neck. The pendant was an amethyst teardrop. In it the name, "Rhianna" had been engraved. The necklace had been given to her by none other than the Slytherin Prince standing before her, Draco Malfoy. She had loved that necklace. She cherished what she had thought it stood for. But now, she cursed it to the core. It was full of lies, deceit, treachery, backstabbing and broken hearts.
"And you're just reacting like this because you're too conceited to realize you've finally been beaten at your own game." Malfoy shook his head as his crew chortled loudly at this, "You pugnacious little whore."
"That's, it. You know what? It's over. It was over before you even decided to break up with me!" Rhia snapped, ripping the silver chain off her neck and preparing to throw it at him. But hesitated. "No. Actually, I'd prefer to keep it." She said briskly, dropping it into her bra by the chain with a smirk. (Wouldn't that be like…uber cold? Lol) there was enough cleavage there, and so few buttons done that she didn't need to worry about it falling out.
A chorus of 'Ooohs' and a few whistles came from the Slytherins. Malfoy just rolled his eyes as Rhia walked off with her usual swagger. "Ruddy bitch," he mumbled to himself, walking off in the other direction. Slytherin gang following.
Rhia stalked through the dungeon corridors, unaware of where she was going. She was upset, annoyed, broken and irate all at the same time. She hadn't felt like this before, and all she could stand at the moment was to mentally curse out Draco Malfoy. Subconsciously and numbly, she greeted people who greeted her as she passed, pushing her way around and navigating herself towards the stairs, through more of the portrait lined corridors and out onto the grounds.
It was dark out now, the sky dimly lit with fluttering stars here and there. The silvery luminescence of the moon wasn't anything to Rhia now, as it had once had. At the moment, the grounds looked like a barren wasteland. Long and forgotten. When in reality, they were in tip-top shape.
Barely aware of anything she was doing, to confused about what she had finally done, she climbed up a small hill-like cliff that jutted out over the lake. The waters like a bottomless black void below her. The icy waters eddied and churned below her, they urged her to join them in the way they flowed. But she was not one to commit suicide, just feel sorry for herself and get others to pity her.
She felt her lips moving, but she was unaware of what she was singing. Something about spinning? Was that it? For all she knew, it was something about Draco. Looking at her feet, there was a piece of folded paper, she picked it up cautiously.
The warn parchment was crinkled and water-stained. Rhia opened it slowly. It was probably just a note that some hufflepuffs had passed in class. Except for one thing, her name was written at the top in vivid bold black ink. Like it was there to stand out on purpose.
Rhianna,
Look Down
"What the hell?" Rhia thought to herself, "Look down? What's that supposed to mean?" It was all too weird. Why was a note left for her? But something tempted her to look down. Taking a few steps, she was dangerously tottering over the edge of the cliff. Arching her neck slightly, her violet eyes could barely just make out something in the dark and icy waters below.
There were white lilies in the water. And together they spelled out the word, 'death.'
"How odd…" Rhia said aloud quietly to herself. She craned her neck to try and see if anything else was there, but felt herself slipping. But she didn't fall. It was as if she was suspended in time, and was hanging there. Somewhere in the distance she heard a little girl's voice. Singing.
'Here we go
The world is spinning
When it stops
Its just beginning
Sun comes up
We all laugh
Sun goes down
We all die'
Rhia thought she had heard the song before, but had no recollection of learning or listening to it. She was momentarily entranced, and did not realize how she was off balance and about to fall.
"RHIANNA MORGAN ASHCROFT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" A hand shot out and yanked Rhia back from the edge. It was Mel, one of Rhia's closest friends. Dark eyes were filled with worry and a sense of anger as she glared down at Rhia. Looking off in the distance, one could see Draco Malfoy lurking at the base of the cliff. He was walking up slowly.
"I was just standing here…" Rhia answered quietly, shaking her head.
"Oh no you weren't!" Mel said back, rather loudly and in a concerned tone. Draco was upon them now, kneeling next to Rhia.
"Are you…okay? What were you bloody trying to do?" He said, shaking his head as well, making a 'tsk tsk' sound. A slender and pale hand reached out to push Rhia's raven hair, which had gotten messy and windblown out of her face. She slapped his hand away.
"After earlier...I would prefer if you kept your hands to yourself. " Rhia stated bluntly and matter-of-factly, snubbing her nose up at him in a snobby way.
"Well, excuse me." Draco answered, rolling his eyes and standing again. Perhaps it was the moonlight, but was there still a tiny hint of concern in his eyes? No, I lied; it was most likely the moonlight. He shook his head, looking around.
"So, Ashcroft, " he started casually, "Going to tell us why you were bleeding singing and in some kind of freaking daze?" He asked.
Rhia looked up at him like he was the insane one. "What?" She said, "I was not."
"Were too."
"No I Wasn"
"Will you two cut it out?" Mel hissed, cutting both of them off. They both complied.
"Rhia, I'm going to have to go with Draco on this one. He comes running into the common room, saying he thinks you were going to jump or were possessed or something. Said you were singing some eerie song too." She finished, shrugging.
"Well, I don't remember doing that. And even if I were, why would I be doing that? I was just looking over the edge like the note told me"
"What note!" Draco and Mel both asked in unison. Rhia frowned. Crap.
"Did I say note? What note? I dunno…must be going insane!" She said quickly. Too quickly and tautly. Both Slytherins next to her knew she was lying from the start of the sentence.
"Merlin Rhia…" Draco muttered, shaking his head. Mel sighed, her sharp eyes catching a piece of crumpled and yellowed parchment lying on the ground near Rhia. Before Rhia could even attempt to grab it, Mel had taken it and opened it.
"Look Down? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She said, raising an eyebrow. Draco looked totally confused, Rhia just decided to say nothing. Upon instinct, Mel looked over the ledge, and then gasped.
"Holy shit Ashcroft! Someone has it in for you!" she exclaimed, pointing at the lilies in the water. Draco peered over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. Odd. Rhia was silent, and just stared at the rock beneath her.
"Well, what do you suppose we do?" Draco said finally, after a few moments of silence.
"How should I know? How do I know its not just a prank you had your friends-if you can call them that- play on me to get me all worked up? Hmm..?" Rhia snapped at Draco, standing and crossing her arms with a glare.
"Is it working?" Draco smirked. Rhia groaned, and pushed past the both of them with a flourish. "Ugh!" she cried. Draco looked slightly puzzled.
"Did I do something wrong?"