Sirena
By Alanna Dumbledore
Prologue
"Preposterous, professor!"
"Unheard of!"
"I do have the tendency to do unheard of things."
"But albus! Hiring three students, just out of school as professors!"
"Granger was at the top of her class- both in yours Minerva, and yours, Severus. In fact, she was at the top of every class, especially Arithmancy, and I think she is suited for the job. Harry has had more than enough experience with the Dark Arts for the Defense position and-"
"Ronald Weasley is not suited for the job of Care of Magical Creatures"
"I feel that he is, and with Voldemort still at large, and gaining power steadily, it couldn't hurt to have those three on hand, could it?"
"Alright, but just don't say the name"
"Harry, Hermione, Ronald, welcome to the world of Hogwarts- through a teachers point of view. You know your positions. Term starts September first, as always, which gives you a month to get settled in. Happy birthday Harry, by the way"
"Harry, I want you to go on the Hogwarts express with professor McGonagall. After the attack by the Death Eaters last year, we can't take any chances. We need experienced professors on the train, in case they try again."
"Alright professor, may I go now? Professor Flitwick and I have a dueling match."
"Wait Harry. There is one girl I want you to keep an eye on. Her name is Sirena Rosier"
"But professor! Rosier is one of Voldemort's main death eaters!"
"I know Harry, but she isn't evil- well, not yet, and she and you are our only hope of defeating Voldemort. We can hold him off, but without her, he will continue to come back."
"Alright, I'll watch her"
Chapter 1- Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Sirena leaned back. She was on the train to Hogwarts, which was taking her away from her father, away from his weekly death eater "parties" at the mansion she had grown up in, away from that life. She smiled, and took out her sketchbook.
Harry wandered aimlessly through the train, pausing to chat with friends a year younger than him. He was wondering what Sirena might look like. He reached the last compartment, and saw one girl inside, all the way at the back. He walked closer, and saw that she was drawing something. It was a face, and even though it was only half completed, he could tell that it was the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The girl looked up, and she saw him standing there. She slammed the book shut, and jumped up. He noticed that her eyes were a stunning shade of electric violet. This was Sirena.
Sirena thought furiously, ' Oh great!' only one hour on the train, and someone has already discovered my "abnormality", as my father calls it. She looked up, and saw a man with untidy black hair, and eyes as startlingly green as hers were violet. He also had a VERY distinctive lightning bolt scar. Harry Potter. She had been brought up to hate him, but she did not. She viewed him not with adoration though, but with a sort of neutrality. He had defeated the Dark Lord once, but even so, he came back, and with a bloodthirsty vengeance that made it ten times worse for everyone that was not on his side.
"Hello, I'm Sirena"
"Hi, I'm professor Potter, your defense against the Dark Arts teacher."
Gee, she thought, I hadn't noticed. You only have a huge lightning bolt scar on your forehead. But he knew about her art.
Chapter 2- Sorting
"Rosier, Sirena"
Sirena strode up, uncomfortably aware of the whispers that filled the hall. Everyone knew about her father, it was impossible not to, with all the attacks. She put on the hat.
"A good mind, a thirst for knowledge, you could be great, you know. Ambition, Slytherin is a definite possibility. Certainly not Hufflepuff, you're not the most loyal person are you?"
"No. No I am definitely not"
"But you're certainly brave enough for Gryffindor. You have talents Sirena, your art for instance, and ones you have not yet discovered. It is not my place to tell you about those, you must find them on your own. Slytherin might work"
"Umm, can I not be a Slytherin? I really don't want to be."
"Well, that certainly makes my job easy, but are you sure? You could be great, and Slytherin would help you be the best you could be."
"No, no I will not be a Slytherin."
"If not Slytherin, it's gotta be GRYFFINDOR!"
She walked up to the table decked out in scarlet. The applause for her was scattered, and almost completely drowned out by the boos and hisses. She held her head high, and looked up at Harry, who smiled encouragingly.
"Death Eater!" someone hissed at her as she sat down. No, she thought, No I'm not.
By Alanna Dumbledore
Prologue
"Preposterous, professor!"
"Unheard of!"
"I do have the tendency to do unheard of things."
"But albus! Hiring three students, just out of school as professors!"
"Granger was at the top of her class- both in yours Minerva, and yours, Severus. In fact, she was at the top of every class, especially Arithmancy, and I think she is suited for the job. Harry has had more than enough experience with the Dark Arts for the Defense position and-"
"Ronald Weasley is not suited for the job of Care of Magical Creatures"
"I feel that he is, and with Voldemort still at large, and gaining power steadily, it couldn't hurt to have those three on hand, could it?"
"Alright, but just don't say the name"
"Harry, Hermione, Ronald, welcome to the world of Hogwarts- through a teachers point of view. You know your positions. Term starts September first, as always, which gives you a month to get settled in. Happy birthday Harry, by the way"
"Harry, I want you to go on the Hogwarts express with professor McGonagall. After the attack by the Death Eaters last year, we can't take any chances. We need experienced professors on the train, in case they try again."
"Alright professor, may I go now? Professor Flitwick and I have a dueling match."
"Wait Harry. There is one girl I want you to keep an eye on. Her name is Sirena Rosier"
"But professor! Rosier is one of Voldemort's main death eaters!"
"I know Harry, but she isn't evil- well, not yet, and she and you are our only hope of defeating Voldemort. We can hold him off, but without her, he will continue to come back."
"Alright, I'll watch her"
Chapter 1- Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Sirena leaned back. She was on the train to Hogwarts, which was taking her away from her father, away from his weekly death eater "parties" at the mansion she had grown up in, away from that life. She smiled, and took out her sketchbook.
Harry wandered aimlessly through the train, pausing to chat with friends a year younger than him. He was wondering what Sirena might look like. He reached the last compartment, and saw one girl inside, all the way at the back. He walked closer, and saw that she was drawing something. It was a face, and even though it was only half completed, he could tell that it was the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The girl looked up, and she saw him standing there. She slammed the book shut, and jumped up. He noticed that her eyes were a stunning shade of electric violet. This was Sirena.
Sirena thought furiously, ' Oh great!' only one hour on the train, and someone has already discovered my "abnormality", as my father calls it. She looked up, and saw a man with untidy black hair, and eyes as startlingly green as hers were violet. He also had a VERY distinctive lightning bolt scar. Harry Potter. She had been brought up to hate him, but she did not. She viewed him not with adoration though, but with a sort of neutrality. He had defeated the Dark Lord once, but even so, he came back, and with a bloodthirsty vengeance that made it ten times worse for everyone that was not on his side.
"Hello, I'm Sirena"
"Hi, I'm professor Potter, your defense against the Dark Arts teacher."
Gee, she thought, I hadn't noticed. You only have a huge lightning bolt scar on your forehead. But he knew about her art.
Chapter 2- Sorting
"Rosier, Sirena"
Sirena strode up, uncomfortably aware of the whispers that filled the hall. Everyone knew about her father, it was impossible not to, with all the attacks. She put on the hat.
"A good mind, a thirst for knowledge, you could be great, you know. Ambition, Slytherin is a definite possibility. Certainly not Hufflepuff, you're not the most loyal person are you?"
"No. No I am definitely not"
"But you're certainly brave enough for Gryffindor. You have talents Sirena, your art for instance, and ones you have not yet discovered. It is not my place to tell you about those, you must find them on your own. Slytherin might work"
"Umm, can I not be a Slytherin? I really don't want to be."
"Well, that certainly makes my job easy, but are you sure? You could be great, and Slytherin would help you be the best you could be."
"No, no I will not be a Slytherin."
"If not Slytherin, it's gotta be GRYFFINDOR!"
She walked up to the table decked out in scarlet. The applause for her was scattered, and almost completely drowned out by the boos and hisses. She held her head high, and looked up at Harry, who smiled encouragingly.
"Death Eater!" someone hissed at her as she sat down. No, she thought, No I'm not.