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Pure Immortality
Let The Magic Begin.
A vampire attends Hogwarts, only no one knows about it. The White Devil, her race called her. She befriends everyone. She manipulates anyone. She controls everything. There will be dead bodies countdowns... Lethal magic spells... Blood drives that deprave to craziness... An a destruction along the way. Then, there is the Tri-Wizard Competition, and her cover is going to be blown.
This story is unedited.
Chapter One:
The Sorcerer's Stone
She takes small steps into the old castle that she knows very well about, just like how she used to around five decades ago. This time though, in a rather futuristic area for this dimension, along with companies of small, delicate creatures swirling around her feet and arms.
Amethyst looks up at the high mega castle of Hogwarts with a de ja vu gaze of an old soul from those young violet doe eyes, before going down to the white-as-snow fur ball in her cuddle. The dog is sleeping, and obviously yawning.
A small smile curves on her rosy lips, and then she looks at the adorable animals about her feet. There is a white slithering snake, a white groveling chameleon and a white creeping bat. The bat changes from crawling to flying on one of her shoulders, flapping its wings like cotton. Among all the whites, there is also a black cat, with eyes as red as the huge round pendant that is circling around her slim neck.
Her pale-milky white fingers rub the fur ball in her arms lovingly before she walks into the castle, along with the rest of the first years group that is already rushing ahead.
Her feet takes her through the small steps until she reaches the Great Hall, where every student already sited and almost every first years has been sorted into each of their houses.
One remains in a chair at the front, the Sorting Hat on top of his head. He has black hair and dark blue eyes, a pair of spectacles hiding them behind. Not even a whisper is being chanted while the Sorting Hat decides what to do with the boy, though only Amethyst can hear what it is saying to the boy.
"Hmm... Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?" the Sorting Hat wonders.
"Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin," the boy whispers as if they are a prayer of sort.
"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. Its all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness! There's no doubt about that! No?" All the while the boy still whispers, "Not Slytherin... Anything but Slytherin." "Well, if you're sure...better be...GRYFFINDOR!" the hat announces.
The silent is replaced by a sudden cheer, especially from the Gryffindor house. Young Harry Potter walks to his table with a bright smile on his face as the crowd cheers some more. After a minute, the cheers die down until Professor McGonagall reads the list on her hand again.
"Alright. Last but not least, Amethyst Proteria."
It is the time that every eyes turn to the girl that is standing near the door of the Great Hall. Her dark raven hair is cascading silkily on her shoulders covered robe, while her deep violet eyes are radiating violently beautiful at everyone and the chair that is placed in front.
She walks towards it along with her small littleparade, with whispers of good and envy tingling her ears along the way.
"So pretty..."
"What's with the familiars?"
"...Proteria? I think my grandfather mentioned that last name before..."
"Such a beautiful child..."
"...I mean, look at her. Why is she staring like that? Why-"
All of those whispers are being blocked away as she bears her attention to the old woman standing before her. She was once her classmate at almost fifty years ago, yet now the witch has more wringkles than Amethyst.
"Why so many familiars, dear? Didn't you read the rules? Each student only allowed for one familiar to bring, and you brought more than just one, as I can see," Professor McGonagall says to her when the girl reaches the stage, not recognizing her for even the slightest moment.
Amethyst only smiles at her, looking so innocent and adorable herself, just like when she first had her first sorting. "Yes, I am very aware of that, Professor McGonagall. But you see, I could not put myself into a decision of only choosing one familiar to bring. That is why I brought more than just one of them, since I could not let myself to abounded the others," she ends the sentence with a rather sad frown on her small friends, which gains sympathy from the professor right away.
"But dear, rules are rules. I can not simply ignore this just because you could not let yourself to abound the rest of the animals."
"Don't worry, Professor. I promise I will take very good care of them," Amethyst temps, one hand moving from the white fur ball in her embrace and puts a cross sign on her chest.
With that, the professor finally lets her stands up with a heavy sigh and makes a way for her. Amethyst puts the dog on the ground as she kneels on the floor. "I will be right back. Do not go anywhere," her voice is calming yet orderingto them. Then she steps into the stage and places herself on the sit with polite gestures ─ chin up, back straight, tights closed, and hands resting on her lap ─ the Sorting Hat followed on her small crown.
"Ah, I see. Everyone has the first of everything. But I know for sure that this is not the first time that you are here. Right, Miss Proteria? Or is it even your real name? But I wonder. Why would a none-wizard even attend Hogwarts for not only for once, but twice the time?" the hat mumbles lowly so that only she can hear him talking.
"Indeed you are right, Mr. Sorting Hat. So, where will you place me?" she replies with the same low tone, an innocent smile playing on her lips out of excitement as everyone watches her.
"Yet again, you are the first, the one and only who ever addressed me as a 'Mr.', since everyone else only call me by my name. As for where I shall put you, why do you even need to ask?" Then with a louder voice, the Sorting Hat announces, "Of course you are best will be in... SLYTHERIN!"
The students cheers, although it is the loudest from the Slytherin table. She waltzes towards the table, not breaking the eye contact that she already has with the students that are sitting there. Her familiars are all following her footsteps obidiently.
"Hello." Amethyst elegantly pulls her robes and performs a bow, bending her short and small body slowly like how a noble must, before taking a sit herself.
Her familiars copy her movement, bowing to the Slytherin students, before taking sits near their mistress.
A welcoming smile is pressed on her lips, making it easier for her to gain new friends already as a few girls start to introduce themselves to her. A few boys her age ─ well, looks like their are in the same age as Amethyst is now ─ even wave and smile towards her directed, which she responds with a kind smile. Even a few older students are looking at her beautiful features gawkingly.
Sitting across from her is a boy with white platinum hair, combed tidily to the back of his skull. His silver eyes glancing at her features. Amethyst looks like a replica of a small angel. So it is no wonder that someone is looking at her direction.
For afar, Amethyst can hear a first year whispers to his friend.
"I know that I said there isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasnt in Slytherin, but that girl surely is not one of them. I mean, look at her. She certainly do not belong to those nasty Slytherins. It is like putting a dove among hungry bats," Ronald Weasley tells Harry Potter.
In an instant, she follows the source of the voice until her eyes rested on the two boys. They look rather stunned for a moment, before relaxing when she throws them a soft smile.
After the sorting ceremony finally finish, she can see Professor McGonagall dinging on a cup from the teachers' table at the front stage. "Your attention, please."
Dumbledore raises his hand. "Let the feast...begin." And then waves his hands towards the tables.
Food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter. Everyone digs into the food, except for Amethyst. When one of the boys asks her why she does not eat, she simply says to him that she is not hungry, and that she is still full. A few other students ask the same question a few minutes later as they eat, but she simply shakes her head politely. Although she does feed her familiars greatly.
After the feast finish, the students are being dismissed from the Great Hall and into their dorms. Perfect are assigned to show the first years of the direction of where their rooms are. The staircases are moving as well as the people inside the portraits that are hung in the wall near the place. The perfect of Slytherin for this year is a boy in his sixth year, named Nathan. He leads the crowd through the staircases, passing a few before ending up in the dungeon. That is when they ended up in front of a door with a portrait of an old man. The old man does not move, until he slightly fixes his fading gaze towards the perfect.
"Password?" he asks, simple and cold.
"Quartez amomaunt," the boy mumbles.
The old man bows slightly before opening the door, letting them in to the common room of Slytherin.
"Welcome to the Slytherin's common room. Boys, you will find your rooms down to the left. Girls, the same to your right. You will find your belongings already in your room," he explains to them, before retrieving back to his own room.
As the group scattered to two, Amethyst follows the girls to the right of yet another staircase. This time, a small spiral one. Though when they all enter their sharing room, Amethyst stops just before the door.
"Amethyst? What's wrong? You are not going to get inside?" Pilla Sycthen, her new found friend, asks her with concern.
"No. I think I will hang around the common room for a while before sleep. It is only nine pass three, after all. Still plenty of time before I need to go to bed," she replies with a smile to her other new friends, before steps up through the stairs, her familiars following.
Back in the common room, she finds a certain platinum head resting on one side of the couch. Amethyst walks towards him. His eyes are resting on the green burning flame in the fireplace, not noticing her presence at all until she stands right in front of her. That is when the boy shift his gaze at her feet, looking up through her body, neck and face, before resting his silver eyes on her deep violet ones.
"Yes?" Draco Malfoy does not expect his voice to come out as a hideous hiss when he acknowledges the girl's presence.
To be honest, she is much more beautiful than any other girl his age that he has ever seen. Not even girls older than her can be more gorgeous than the girl standing right in front of him. She has black silky hair, light skin, rosy lips, high cheekbones, and slim yet slightly curvy body. She moves as if she dances, and her eyes always show kindness.
He has eyed her ever since she walked pass his compartment. His eyes widen, almost not believing what he saw. There was a moment when she noticed his gaze as she walked by, and spared him a kind smile. She did not make a stop, though, her feet followed by crawling all sorts of familiars.
"Why are you alone in here?" she asks him. And bliss his soul, even her voice is ringing like an angel's. Draco is positive that if angels do exist, she must be one of them.
But of course, that can not be. This place, Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, is where magical beings study. So of course the girl standing in front of him, who he knows is named Amethyst Proteria, is nothing but a witch. The same kind, such as himself.
"I just need time alone," he mumbles, averting his gaze back to the green fire, which is now licking with silver, just like the colors of Slytherin.
"Nervous? You miss home? I can understand that. Being away from what you are familiar of is just so...new and unusual to the eyes. But it will get better, I can assure you," she says softly, placing herself on the cough to this right, her small parade of familiars following.
Young Draco's eyes turn to the small creatures on her feet, before asking, "Why do you bring so many familiars?"
"Because I fancy all of them," she simply answers, gesturing one of her familiars, which is a black cat, to jump on her lap. It obediently does as told through silent order and rest on her tights, its fur the same color as the robe she is wearing and almost invincible to Draco's eyes. "Let me introduce myself. I am Amethyst Proteria, and you must be Draco Malfoy." There is a slight surprise in his eyes as she acknowledges his name by herself. Perhaps she has heard of his name while in the sorting ceremony? Because he certainly has never met her before in his life. She then turns her eyes from him to the cat that she is striking with her slender finger. "This is Alto, my black cat. He has been with me the longest." Then she introduces her other familiars. "This is Jax, the wolf; Lynthre, the snake; Abex, the chameleon; and Junilen, the bat. They are all males."
Draco stares at each and every one of them, before returning his gaze on her. "Why do you have all of your pets to be male?"
"Because I do not wish for them to crossbreed. I will be staying in here for a while. Five is already a handful, moreover when they interact and have children of their own. Since I am also a child myself, it will be rather hard for me to keep them all in check while working on school assignment, don't you think?"
"...Right," he mumbles, then glance at the fire again. This time with a frown that he always put on like usual.
Crossbreed. The word is not very common to use, but Draco knows what it means. The school is full of them, he believes. Children resulted from marriage between wizards and muggles. He despises them, but he despises muggles and muggleborns the most. They do not deserve to know anything about this world. Magic and its knowledge should have belonged to only for the wizards, not the muggleborns. They are not even worthy enough to stay in Hogwarts. If only somehow he could banish all of them... As a pureblood, if feels like being surrounded by them simply makes him less pure. More filthy.
"Say, are you a pureblood? I am one as well," the feminine voice says from his side.
That is the moment when he really looks at her. Really, really looks at her. With new sighting and respect. For a second there he suspects that she is a blood traitor, since he has never heard of her name before. Things do not matter even when she is so pretty. She will not be worthy of his attention if she is not a pureblood. But she just said that she is.
"How come that I never heard of your family name before then?" he arches her an eyebrows, even thought somehow inside he really believes her words. Old habits die hard, though.
"My mother studied here as well. It was quite a long time ago."
"Where is she now?"
There is something darker storming in those violet orbs when she replies coldly. "Gone."
"Why?"
"She ceased of existence, or should I say, in common words that you better understand, died."
He wants to say that is he sorry for her lost, but he knows that he can never mean it. Strangely, the sad look in her eyes makes him want to say those calming words. He just never finds the stronger urge to do so, though, and asks instead.
"When?"
"It is already decades ago. Feels like so long ago, for the truth is she died when I was ten."
That was last year. Only a year ago. Draco wonders what would happen to him if one of his parents died when he is still so young.
"How about your father, then? Surely he is still alive, isn't he?"
"Yes, as much as he can be," Amethyst replies with a smile. A sad one, though. That grief never leaves her eyes as she too is staring at the green fire. "And very busy of work. That is why he can never have enough time for his children." Then she turns her body to face him. "I am the oldest of the four siblings, you see. My brothers and sister are all still too young, and I feel myself responsible in taking good care of them. For the same feeling of responsibility, I will take good care on my familiars as well." She bites her bottoms lips for a moment, before starts talking again. "Say, what kind of familiar did you bring?"
"...I didn't bring any. Not really the one to fancy animals," he explains softly, but Amethyst can see that Draco is starting to go soft on her. With a smile, she surprises him by grabbing his face, both of her palms resting on each of his cheeks. They feel so soft...Draco thinks.
Amethyst leans in closer, her lips almost closing to his, before she mumbles something. He can not concentrate on what she is saying, though, because his eyes are locked with her rosy lips. His hearts is thumping loudly in his chest, looking at those small, luscious lips. Even when she is the same age as him, she can give a very strong tempt to the opposite sex.
"...What?" Draco finally finds his voice again, though sounding hoarsely out loud.
"I say, you will look more handsome smiling than sneering," Amethyst replies her words.
All too quickly, she pulls away from him, releasing his face. But then her hand yanks him up from the couch and towards a tall mirror that is hung in a corner. She turns his head to face the mirror and tries to make him smile with her fingers pushing the corner of his lips.
"If you smile more, I am positive that the girls will like you more. Sneering makes you look like a smile villain. And although I know that there is a pull on bad boys such as yourself, I am sure that they will appreciate it more if you smile at them. Learn from me, for example," she tells him, talking as if she is not a girl herself.
Draco tries to curve his lips up, but it comes out as a nasty sneer like always.
"No, no, you are doing it wrong. Don't curving the corners of your lips too high. Just move them up slightly. Yes, you are getting it. But try to look more sincere. You will look best like that."
He does as she told him to do, having no idea himself why he is following her instruction. When he finally made it though, he finds himself staring at a reflection of another boy. A boy who convincingly enough look like a proper pair for an angel. A boy he can not recognize yet shares features like his.
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"It is time," the woman is all white says to Albus Dumbledore. The old wizard glances at her, capturing her form perfectly just like how she looked like fifty years ago.
Her hair is as white as his long beard, though hers is much more smooth looking to the touch. Her eyes are red as fresh blood, almost this close threatening to invade her sight. Her skin is paper-thin white, though is it stronger and harder than how it is to the mortal eyes. Her lips are bloody red, always fresh as if she just fed, just like her long sharp nails. Her body is what every male would kill for to touch, and what every female would envy and lusted for at the same time, hugging in a wonderful white rose blooming gown. She takes steps forward, away from the balcony, causing her red heels to show.
"I am aware of that, Princess Amethyst." He bows to her presence politely. "I am grateful for your concern. But I must urge you that it is unnecessary. Things will happen as it is supposed to be."
"Yet I can not stop but to grieve for an old acquaintance, for you, my friend, is among the dead even when you are standing right in front of her, perfectly solid. Grave is closing to you, Albus, and I can not help but wanting to stop it from coming any nearer."
"I must assure you that there is no need for you to help me, Your Majesty. I am fine just the way it should be. Even if I am destined to die, let it be my way. For my life can not extend as long as yours can be."
"Let me at least give you a hand, then." She wants to step closer to him, but he raises his hand in the air, stopping her.
"Please do not interfere, for I do not want to mingle with its consequences."
"At the very least, allow me to accompany you by your side then, Albus. Until time closes and allows you to die of nature. For old time's shake."
Dumbledore stares at her for the longest time, noticing just how eternally breath-taking the woman is. He knows that she is not a woman for actual definition, though. He knows that she is in fact a vampire, a being knows to its eternal beauty and bound of blood. More than that, she is a pureblood, which is saying something, to even befriend something that is not immortal like him.
"Alright," he finally says defeatedly. "But promise me that you will not be on the way."
"Of course not. Even more, I can help you make things go smoother in the way."
"I prefer things to stay as there are supposed to be, as how fate chooses me to be, Your Majesty."
"If you say to then." She approaches a pillar and passes it. When she steps out from it through the other side though, she no longer looks like the woman she was to be, but a mere little girl ─ beauty still intact.
"However, to make sure that you really mean your words, I hope you do not mind if I perform the Unbreakable Vow for you?" he arches an eyebrow at her new appearance, extending his hand towards her. It is the younger version of her, he knows.
"Oh, and let you die alone when I break the rule that is uttered?" Amethyst folds her arms under her chest. "Fine, suit yourself. I am not planning to ruin your plan to die as how your fate is bound to lead, anyway." She finally unfolds her arms and extends her own hand, shaking his in the process.
White lines starts to appear from between their palms, dancing in the air around their hands in knits. Complicated and unbreakable as the name goes.
"I wish for the best for you, Albus," she smiles at him, rather cheerfully. For a moment she looks so sincere to him, though he knows the best.
"As I am to you, Your Majesty."
Then the light vanishes and they let go of their hands.
"Now, about the Sorcerer's Stone. You won't mind if I used the real one to make a pendant out of mine, will you?"
"For what purpose will you do that, if I may ask?"
"To turn myself into looking more mortal, of course. And to allow my natural powers to turn to magic as well."
Dumbledore stares at her.
"Oh, you do not think that I can just roam around Hogwarts without a soul or two suspecting who I actually am looking like my original self, do you? I can ask a warlock of mine, who is also part of my knight of rounds, to help me chant it into a charm. It will help a lot, especially when the real stone will be in the safeties hands."
She walks in a circle around him in a rather predatory manner, though they both know that she has self control more than anything that has ever exist in any world to even try to take a bite out of him.
"You know that no one can pass me from even to steal from me, don't you? I will be the best place to keep The Sorcerer's Stone safe, and one soul will even suspect it to be with me. All the while, you can try to protect the fake one," she says rather wickedly, a hand sliding from behind her back to show him a red ruby stone, an imitation very similar to the real one.
"Yes, but of course. I will appreciate your help, Crown Princess."