"'Harry Potter may just be called one of the most curious young wizards of our time, and the most famous. Him and his friends have been through many things, going through the hardest just last year. He has seen the Dark Lord come back and has endured one long year of ridicule and pain. Last year he lost a dear friend of his, Sirius Black, to Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Dark things surround this young wizard who, so far, has had the amazing power to block them all away from him. This tribute to him…' Blah, blah, blah and all that crap," Ron said reading the newspaper.
Him, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were all seated in a compartment on the train to their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron sat on one side with his long legs propped up on the chair across from him, his hair long and down to his shoulders, and his body, leaner because of all the Quidditch training he had done over the summer. Hermione sat next to him. Her hair was long, strait, and fell elegantly over her shoulders. She had a slight tan because she had went to Ireland for the summer and was reading a book called Irish Wizarding Schools and Societies. Harry was sitting across from them. His hair was almost as long as Ron's but was a little shorter, he was leaner, also because he had been training, and he had been listening to the tribute that someone had made for him in the newspaper.
"When are they ever going to stop writing about me?" Harry said with a slight frown on his face. "I don't care if they say good things but they should at least cut it down to one every two weeks, and not three every day. I mean it was one year ago," He said pushing Ron's feet out of the way and laying his head down.
"Well at least this witch was good looking. Not like the old hag from last week who took up a whole page about how you and her were alike," Ron said.
"Ronald!" Hermione said slamming her book down.
"What! It's true. That woman looked like she came back bad from a spell, but she was ugly before she got cursed, and then she ran into a wall, rode the night bus when Ernie's eyes were blindfolded, and then fell in a well and rotted there for a year so that her skin came off and then she had to glue it back on but the skin had stretched," Ron said with a look of disgust on his face.
"Ron that is what happened to her, but it was a magical well and that's why the skin didn't rot," Hermione said putting her face behind her book again.
"Oh. I wondered where I got that story from," Ron said turning back to the newspaper. "Oh no."
"What?" The other two asked.
"The Vampire league is in the newspaper again. Seems like they converted another muggle… well no… 15 to be exact."
"In one day?" Harry asked sitting up.
"Yeah. For some reason the Vampire hunters can't kill as many Vampires as they used to and now they're working to make more Vampires." Ron said skimming through the article. "Oh, never mind, I know why. Because half of the hunters are on the team to stop You-Know-Who."
"Just say Voldermort, Ron. Why are you such a wimp?" Hermione said.
"I love you too," Ron said with a smile on his face.
"But are the Vampires working for Voldermort? As I understood it, they were working for him last time." Harry asked.
"No one thinks so. And it wasn't really clear if they were last time either." Ron said, putting his feet back on the seat. "But 'because they're Vampire's they shouldn't be trusted'." He said imitating Fudge. "I think that's a load of crap. Vampire's are very useful, you just can't get on it's bad side."
"Or be a muggle, mudblood, half-blood, or a mudblood lover," said a voice. The trio looked to the door of the compartment and saw Malfoy and his two cronies standing their.
"Shove off Malfoy," Said Ron.
"It's the truth. Vampires are what I would call respectable creatures. They won't make friendly with pieces of dirt like mudbloods. They put them where they belong, in the ground with the rest of the pieces of shit, " Malfoy said with a smirk.
"You want to prove it Malfoy?" Ron said standing up to close the door.
Malfoy looked at him for a second and the moved his hand, signaling for Crabbe and Goyal to follow him, which they did, and they left the compartment.
"Any other news on the League?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Yes. They haven't yet joined Voldermort, but knowing him, he is trying to persuade them. But it is really going to be hard since they have a new leader."
"New leader? What happened to Saline?" Ron asked.
"She got killed by one of Voldermort's supporters, and trust me, Voldermort killed him personally for it. Turns out that Saline had a daughter named Raline and she took over the League."
"How old is she?" Ron asked. "I've heard that name from somewhere."
"Different person, but down the same line of Vampire's, the Kali line. The Vampires of the Fine Arts. Raline is our age. Saline had her 20 years ago and it turns out that Saline was bitten after she had her," Hermione said. "They're young, too young," Harry said with look of surprise on his face.
"Yeah but there aren't a lot of elders left. They're either dead, hiding, or in the death sleep underground. But I've heard that Dumbledore might have persuaded them to join our side. I don't know for sure, though so don't get your hopes up." Hermione said wearing a look of doubt on her face
"Chocolate Frog?" Harry asked handing her one.
"Thanks." she said taking it and opening the wrapper. "You know I can't wait till all of this is over. When Voldermort's gone, I mean. All he's doing is spreading fear through all of us. And it can bring out the worst in people."
"Yeah, Fudge is the best example of that. Just goes to show what power can do to a person." Ron said biting the head of his chocolate frog.
A few minuets later they changed into their robes and started to gather all of their stuff. Harry looked over at Hermione and saw her put her Head Girl's badge on.
"So, how did your family take the news?" Harry asked. Hermione turned around with a big grin on her face.
"They bought me a new car. 2005 Mustang, red, leather interior and anything else I wanted," Hermione said, "But mind you I'm not going to be getting any birthday or Christmas presents from them this year."
"Well it's worth it isn't it?" Harry said grinning, and Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
The train slowed down to a stop and the rain outside seemed to get harder by the second. They stepped off the train and headed off to the carriages getting soaked all the way through there cloths. Ginny and Luna had also came into the carriage before it took off.
"So how was your summer?" Luna asked him. Her hair was still as long and blonde as it was before, but she seemed to have started wearing makeup(and judging how it still looked dry, it was witches makeup) and she didn't have earrings in today.
"It was ok. Did lots of training and stuff like that. And I got my O.W.L.'s."
"How many did you get?" Hermione asked with sudden interest.
"10." Harry said proudly.
"Same with me. I got high enough grades to go out to be an Auror." Ron said smiling. "But no one, as I understood it, beat Harry's top marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. He got Outstanding Performance on his paper," Ron said grinning at his friend. Harry shook his head at him and looked out the window. After this he'll have one more year at Hogwarts, and then he'll be gone. Gone away forever and forced to live on his own away from his friends. Well it probably won't be that bad, maybe he was just over exaggerating…
The carriage came to a sudden stop and they all climbed out, and into Hogwarts. The topic of today seemed to be… Gryffindor beating Slytherin
"What's the bet that Gryffindor will yet again beet Slytherin down to a pulp."
"I'd bet 50 Galleon's on that. Gryffindor always wins the Quidditch matches."
"It's nice to hear people talk so nicely about me for a change," Harry said sitting down at the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah and now the Slytherin's are going to try to make up for it. They don't like people that are nice to you," Ron said.
"Well maybe not as much. Malfoy doesn't have his father to back him up anymore," Hermione said sitting beside Ron.
"He has a reputation to keep up. Nothing so small like his father being thrown in jail will stop him. And plus, he is really ticked at me for putting him in there," Harry said just as Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, everyone, to yet another year at Hogwarts. Now before we get too attached to the wonderful feast provided to us, I have a few announcements to make. First of all Mr. Filch asked me to remind you to please check the list of forbidden items that has grown increasingly since the creation of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Anyone caught with an item on that list will be asked to dispose of it and will be given a detention.
"I will also like to say that…" But whatever he wanted to say he never said because just then the door to the Great Hall was opened and three people with hooded robes walked in. Each robe was a different color, purple, red, and blue. The each had gold embroidery on the edge and had the letters "VL" written in large gold letters on the back of their robes. The each had on high heels that looked as though they were made of glass The leader of the three walked up to the headmaster, while the other two stood at the foot of the stairs, and she talked in a powerful voice.
"Hello Dumbledore I hope I have not disturbed your feast," She said. She had a very strange accent that sounded like she might have been Transylvanian but it had worn off slightly.
"Of course not. Have a seat. All of you," Dumbledore said signaling to the other girls to sit too. And with a wave of his wand three chairs appeared and set themselves near the headmaster. The three people sat down as Dumbledore began to speak again.
"Everyone I would like you to meet your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Raline Vahsvali," He said. Hermione gasped and so did a lot of people in the Hall.
"Isn't she the leader of the Vampire League," Harry asked, but Dumbledore went on.
"I have personally seen what Professor Vahsvali can do to change students into well raised adults, and I am very glad to have her as a teacher at Hogwarts. Good Luck Professor," He said. "And with that let's begin the feast!" And at that the food appeared in front of them and Harry and the other Gryffindor's filled their plates with the delicious food.
"Hey look!" Ron said pointing up and the High Table. Raline had taken her hood off and Harry automatically found her to be attractive. Her dress was low shouldered and showed her tan skin. Her long black hair draped over them and fell into her lap. Her face was slender which complemented her high cheek bones and her pointed nose. Her eyes were decorated with mascara and eyeliner of purple, green, and black, and her medium sized lips had red lipstick on them. Just then she looked over and saw Harry looking at her and she smiled at him.
"Wow," Harry said still looking at her with wonder, "that's our professor? Isn't she supposed to be ugly and old," Harry said.
"I wonder who those two people next to her are?" Hermione asked. Harry looked to see what the other two looked like and he found them to be equally beautiful. The one that was seated beside Raline was the one wearing the purple robes. She had long auburn colored hair and had purple streaks in it. Her face was a bit more rounder than Raline's, but her skin just as dark. Her eyes had black eyeliner, purple mascara, purple eye shadow and purple lips. Her dress was more form fitting than Raline's, and had a low 'V' cut neck. She wore a necklace with a big, bright, red, ruby surrounded by gold that made an elegant flame.
The other one was very pale and had strait, long, pitch black hair. She was a little smaller than the other two but still stood up with the pride of a Vampire. She had on the blue robe. Her eyes also had blue eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner and her lips had been painted a bright blue color. Her dress was low shouldered and had a low 'V' neck and she wore a necklace made out of diamonds in the shape of a snow flake.
"I don't know who they are, but right now, I don't really care," Ron said looking at all three of them with interest. "Can't wait to have her as a teacher."
They continued to eat their food, Harry occasionally looking back at the High Table to admire her beauty. Had she really smiled at him, or was that just a figure of his imagination? Before he knew it, the last of the dessert was cleared away and they were dismissed to their houses. Ron told him the password "werewolf" and he headed off to the common room. When he got inside he found the fire to be merrily crackling as it ever was, and he headed up to bed, exhausted and full chicken and pudding, waiting for a new term to begin.