A/N: warning: spoilers for 6th book. if have not read, do not read this. supernatural, action/adventure, Draco/OC-centric fic. Cussing. This story starts at the feast, not before like most do. This is my version of the 7th book, even though it still hasn't come out yet. I have a hobby of writing stories with OCs (original characters, for those who do not know), so bear with me. I promise, this story will be full of action, adventure, and surprises from the world of the supernatural!
Enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Final Battle
Chapter 1
With the sorting ceremony ended, all the students awaited Headmistress McGonagall's opening speech. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table, their backs turned to the Slytherins. Draco and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, along with his personal slut, as many referred to Pansy Parkinson, were seated facing the Gryffindor table, Draco at the end of their foursome. Many people were talking, gossiping, and waiting impatiently for the new Headmistress, as of the end of last year, when the previous Headmaster, Dumbledore was murdered in a raid on the castle by Death Eaters. Soon, Headmistress McGonagall stood up and all in the Great Hall silenced themselves.
"Good evening to all, welcome to all our new students, and for those of you returning, welcome back! Welcome to Professor Slughorn, who has volunteered to return teaching Potions this year and Professor Nymphadora Tonks will be teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. I am not going to spoil this night by talking away, so enjoy yourselves on this magnificent feast!"
As the students began to feast, the talking resumed. Time passed, and first course passed to second, second course passed to third, and third course passed to fourth, the desserts. Just as the plates holding all the desserts appeared on the tables, footsteps were heard in the Entrance Hall. First, the students closest to the doors leading to the Great hall shushed, silencing those beside them, the chain continuing until all of the students were silent. Hardly noticing the sudden quiet, McGonagall continued to eat, until the doors flew open, revealing a teenage looking girl floating in on a broom and twenty or so teenage girls following her.
Whispers began, and the Sorting Hat, seated atop the Headmistress's chair, aroused her to the new arrivals.
"What's this? Late arrivals?" the Sorting Hat drawled. McGonagall looked up only to recognize a group of teenage girls walking her way.
"Mini Nerve, good to see a familiar face." the girl floating on the broom began.
"Oh, my, Cimarron! Why, I haven't seen you in forever! How are you, my dear?" she gasped, rushing out of her chair to hug the girl on the broom. As if it was on fire, Ensemerra, a.k.a. Cimarron, threw the broom to one of her girls, who caught it as if it were nothing, and ran toward the Hogwarts Headmistress, who was also running. Finally, they crashed into each other, hugging the guts out of one another.
"Minerva, we need assistance." she said solemnly as she pulled away. "It's hard to explain, and it's a long story, but Lord Voldie is after all twenty seventh year girls from Germany. My headmistress Arenna sent us all here because she said that even though Voldie the Freak is after Potter, we stand a great chance better here than we did back home. And don't ask why, because I don't know."
"Oh, my, well, we'd be glad to house you all. Please, come, sit. You can sit next to me and tell me everything. Shall we sort your girls, or let them choose?"
"Sort them. They know no one here, and it would be better if they were sorted. And I wish to be sorted, as well. I still have my final year to complete." Minerva nodded to her colleague and motioned for the witch nearest her, Professor Tonks, to bring down the sorting hat and stool. Minerva was getting many curious looks from her students, so as Professor Tonks was fetching the hat and stool, she stood to explain.
"Attention students of Hogwarts. We will be housing twenty girls from the Firestone School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from Germany. Their time here is unknown-" she was cut off as Ensemerra whispered in her ear.
"Excuse me, they will be staying the entire year. We will be sorting them into houses, so welcome them with open arms, I ask you. Please, be kind to them as they have been through a great ordeal. You-Know-Who is after all the seventh year girls from Firestone, so the Headmistress of their school has sent them here. Please show them all the Hogwarts hospitality." she finished as Professor Tonks returned with the Sorting Hat and stool.
"Ladies, let's all line up along the stairs. One at a time please!" Ensemerra ordered.
As the newcomers were sorted, Harry spoke up.
"Well, I sure am glad I decided to return one more year." Ron, Seamus, Dean, and every other boy at the Gryffindor table nodded in agreement.
"Anneleise Bolteresse! Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat announced the first girl.
"Whaddaya think Draco, worth the time of day?" Crabbe asked. Draco simply smiled. I've heard of the Firestone school. Only pureblood witches and wizards are allowed in. This year will be fun, providing Pothead doesn't do anything to ruin it. I'm quite amazed that McGonagall allowed me back to school after what I did, though I'm glad she did.
The final young lady stepped up to be sorted. She was the one known by McGonagall as Cimarron.
As the hat was placed on her head, she thought quite clearly. I need you to place me in Slytherin. I have business to attend to, and I find it in your best interest if you make no mention of this, simply return the thought.
Ah, but why Slytherin? None of the young ladies I have sorted have been the type to belong there. Not one of them has been sorted into Slytherin, so why should I sort you there?
If you don't want to wake up to a dog gnawing on your point, I suggest you sort me into Slytherin.
Dogs do not scare me, young lady. Please, tell me you have something better up you sleeve.
As I told you, Hat, I have very important business to take care of, and if I want it to be concealed, I need to be in the house of Slytherin. I am only going to ask you once. Please put me in Slytherin.
Fine. I shall put you in Slytherin, but I believe you to belong in Gryffindor. You have a certain trait that many Gryffindors possess.
I don't need your blabbering! Just put me in fucking Slytherin!
Temper, temper, my dear, but as you wish.
"Ensemerra Vikks! Slytherin!" Ensemerra smiled inwardly. Phase one was easier than she thought.
Ensemerra strutted purposefully down to the Slytherin table, chin held high, the only girl from Firestone sorted into that house. She smiled when she noticed that there was a seat open next to a rather dashing bleached blonde boy. She made her way down the table and sat besides Draco Malfoy, a gleaming smile plastered on her features. Phase two had begun.
Ensemerra awoke early the next morning on the couch in the Slytherin common room. She preferred to sleep there because it reminded her so much of her old house in Norway. That was, before the Dark Lord had come to claim her mother's life and her father and she fled the country to Germany where she was admitted to Firestone.
She lived through that day once or twice a month. Her mother's death had only been two years ago. She had the hardest time on the anniversary of her mother's passing on, March 31. Usually, she was left with her three best friends simply sitting in their dorm room playing odd games trying to keep her mind off her mother's death. It had never worked completely, though. She always ended up crying silently, her best friends comforting her. Though, for the mission she had embarked on, she would have to forget everything she knew and loved, even her best friends.
She had already decided that she would become close to the blonde whom she sat by, the two guys that followed him like cronies and the annoying girl who seemed to live in his shadow. She had guessed that the four were the most popular from the Slytherin house, so she decided to take her rightful place. Tyrant Popular.
She knew from previous research that the Slytherins did not like Harry Potter, so she conjured up a picture of him, a dart board and three darts. She laid on the couch for a good twenty minutes throwing darts before the rest of the Slytherins began to come down. Draco was among the first five.
"Who are we throwing darts at? Ex boyfriend?" he smirked.
"Nope, bloody Saint Potter." she sneered. Draco raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Tell me, did the Sorting Hat almost put you in Gryffindor?" he asked. Ensemerra simply nodded and threw another dart.
"Bingo! Right between the eyes!" she yelled triumphantly. Pansy, who stood at Draco's side, smiled and giggled.
"I think you'll fit in well." she commented. Ensemerra smiled.
"Well, I'm surprised he put you in here. Surely if he found anything resembling a Gryffindor he'd have placed you there. Did he find anything?"
"Oh, did he ever, and he almost did. Said I'd probably be one to survive the great battle. Then he made the mistake of saying that Pothead and I would make a great couple, especially if he put me in Gryffindor. At that point I said 'God, put me in anything but Gryffindor', so he put me in the complete opposite, Slytherin. Not that I would complain. The common room looks loads like my old living room back in Norway."
"You used to live in Norway?" Pansy asked, excited. Ensemerra nodded again and motioned for Pansy to sit on one arm of the couch.
"Well, you see, my father and mother, both pureblood, mind you, met in school and their friendship turned to marriage, which resulted in yours truly. So, we lived in Norway for a good portion of my life, until my mother died suddenly. It wasn't the killing curse, I know that for a fact, but when a witch dies suddenly in the wizarding world, and there's no spells involved, you know something's wrong. We had her body cross examined, and it turns out her food was spiked with vodka, firewhiskey, and poison from a basilisk. Needless to say, she died pretty quickly and painlessly. So, after that, my father and I moved to Germany. It was the best decision of both of our lives." Ensemerra explained, lying through her teeth.
"Wow. I've always wanted to visit Norway, if I could, but my father says that it's too dangerous, especially now, what with You-Know-Who killing anyone he sees anymore." Pansy's smile died out, only to return just as bright as before.
"So, what all did you do back at your old school?" Draco asked.
"Well, I played as Keeper on my house Quidditch team. I've had people tell me that I'm Quidditch World Cup caliber, but I never believe them. I also perform, or at least I used to, with my friends on horseback. We'd do crazy things like vault on and off, back flip, all that fancy stuff. Heck, I remember at the last talent contest our school held, we made a human pyramid on horseback. Two on bottom, one on top of them, and me, at the very top. I have an amazing balance, which has helped me in both Quidditch and horseback riding. You know, the two aren't entirely different.
"Quidditch, you fly around at break neck speed trying to catch and hit balls on a broom no more than an inch and a half wide, and horseback riding, you have to maintain balance while doing complex maneuvers atop the horse. You see, like I said, they aren't that different."
Pansy's mouth hung open quite far from the lecture she had just heard.
Blaise Zabini, however, wasn't as impressed. He wanted to hear more.
"So," he finally spoke up, "can you do anything else?"
"Well, I have a pretty good voice, I do crazily well in class, and I'm stronger than almost all the boys back home. I can bench 200 whereas the strongest one can bench 220. However, I have to be strong because I need to be able to a) flip myself on and off of a moving horse, b) I need to be able to flip others on and off, and c) I need to be able to hold them up on top."
The sun had just began to peek over the horizon, and Ensemerra stood.
"Going somewhere?" Zabini drawled.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," she retorted. "Going to pick up all my supplies, if you don't mind. My friends and I are going to go meet Min… I mean Headmistress McGonagall at sunup in her office so we can get our class assignments, books, all that stuff. See you later, all!"
As Ensemerra left, a rousing conversation ensued between Zabini, Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well, what're you going to do about her, Draco? She seems too cocky for her own good, if you ask me. Could be bad." Pansy spoke up.
"You're not exactly the nicest person, now are you? None of us are. Besides, she thinks poorly of bloody Saint Potter, so she should fit in." Draco answered.
"I don't know about you guys, but she seems pretty cool. She doesn't look as much as I'd like her to, but that can easily be changed, eh Parkinson?" Zabini growled.
"Oh, so we want her, don't we, Blaise?" Pansy piped up.
"Only as a girlfriend, then we'll see if she's any good in bed." he said sadistically.
"Yeah, but don't go trying anything funny, Zabini. You heard her, she said she can bench 200." Crabbe said.
"Yeah, listen to Crabbe, he's got a point. We don't want to piss her off." Goyle added.
"First, Crabbe, Goyle, we want proof she can do that. Then we'll see if I go after her." Zabini said.
Meanwhile, back in Headmistress McGonagall's office, the girls were getting their class assignments.
"Okay, ladies, I must know how many O.W.L.s you received, and I need to know the classes you passed for N.E.W.T. level." McGonagall said. In turn, each girl pulled out a piece of parchment. Ensemerra handed off hers first.
"Wonderful, all E's and O's. Choose your classes wisely, Cimarron." McGonagall smiled.
"Believe me, Mini Nerve, I will." she said.
After they all had gone, McGonagall spoke again.
"Now that you know what classes you have qualified for, you will need to figure out which classes you will take. Consider what you want to do with your life. Then, Professor Slughorn, Professor Tonks and I will escort you all to Diagon Alley where you may choose what you need for your classes, as well as get your uniforms, and have emblems put on your cloaks to represent your houses. Go back to your common rooms and figure out your classes. Make sure you have them figured out by lunch today. Classes start tomorrow, so you all will need your supplies today. Go now, and be back at lunch! Oh, and Cimarron, please tell Mr. Malfoy that he is the Slytherin Quidditch team captain, since the original one resigned. Tell him to meet me in my office tomorrow evening!" McGonagall called.
"Sure thing, Mini Nerve!" she called back.
The girls were more than eager to get back and decide on their classes. Ensemerra, however, did not share a house with any of her friends. So, she decided she'd need to figure this out on her own. She knew the teachers for the classes, so she would have an easier time.
As she returned to the common room, she found that many people had left to go enjoy the last day of summer they would have left before classes tomorrow. However, there were four faces she recognized from earlier that morning. Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. It was time to turn on the charm.
"Draco, dear?" Ensemerra asked in her sweetest voice as she walked up to him. Malfoy looked at her as she approached.
"Would you and your friends be interested in helping me pick my classes?" she asked as she ran her right forefinger under Malfoy's chin and up to the base of his lower lip, pulling it away slowly.
"Uh… We… I… uhh…" Malfoy stuttered.
"We'd, uh, be glad to help you." Zabini answered for him. Ensemerra walked up behind the couch and flipped forward onto the back of it. She twisted to face them and smiled sadistically. All four boys ran to her side, pushing and shoving. In the end, Malfoy and Zabini were seated beside her.
"So, boys, I've qualified for all the classes, but I can't take them all, and I don't know what to take. Any suggestions?" she asked politely.
"Uh, well, we're all pretty much taking all of those classes," Malfoy pointed to her list, "and you could join us in them, if you like."
"Why, you boys are quite the scholars, aren't you? Training to be Aurors?"
"Um, well, kinda." Zabini answered.
"Hmm, well, I know I'm going to take Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but what about the others? Transfiguration, no, scratch Transfiguration, um… Oh, golly this is hard, how's about Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, and Astronomy. Sound good to you boys?" she asked again. The four simply nodded.
"Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Now, how's about showing me around the grounds, Draco? Blaise?" she smiled.
Both boys nodded and they set off to show their new friend around the school grounds. Pansy Parkinson had seen the whole thing.
"Oh, so you're trying to steal my man, are you? Well, you're not going to get away with it that easily, whore." she mumbled. Grabbing her wand, she headed quietly to follow the trio, Crabbe and Goyle were left sitting on the couch staring at one another.
Once out on the grounds, Ensemerra followed the boys as they showed her around. They took her to the lake, walked all the way around it, down along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and everywhere else. Taking a full two hours, they showed her all they could. Soon, their legs aching, they decided to take time and rest by the lake.
"Um, Blaise, could you do me a favor? Could you give Draco and me some alone time? I have to deliver a message from Headmistress McGonagall." Ensemerra asked. Blaise, looking crestfallen, walked a few meters away.
"What does she need to tell me?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"She wanted me to tell you that you are the new Slytherin Quidditch captain. She wants you to meet her in her office tomorrow evening."
"Um, okay. I'll be sure to be there. Finally, I get put in my rightful place."
Ensemerra motioned for Blaise to return from his standpoint.
"Well, shall we go back, gents?" Ensemerra asked. The boys nodded and offered to help her up, only to find that she simply jumped up on her own.
"PETRIFICUS TOT-!" Pansy yelled from her hiding spot, only to be cut off by Ensemerra.
"Protego." Ensemerra sighed, drawing her wand and pointing it in Pansy's direction in a flash.
"What! But… how did you do that!" Pansy screeched.
"Pansy, you're not exactly quiet, you know. I knew you were there from the time you left the common room to just now. My reflexes are quicker than a cat's, and we all know how quickly a cat can move."
"Well, you're the one trying to steal my man!" Pansy shrieked.
"Boys, will you please excuse Miss Parkinson and me? I should like to speak with her for a moment." Both boys nodded as they left, according to Ensemerra's wish.
"Oh, what do you want to do? You haven't even been here a good twenty four hours and you're already trying to steal my man from me! I will not stand for it!" Pansy yelled, nearly in tears.
"Pansy, I'm not trying to steal him from you. I will tell you exactly why I've been trying to seduce both him and Blaise if you'll calm down. I'll tell you as much as I can, okay? Now just calm down." Ensemerra answered.
"Calm down! CALM DOWN! I nearly had my man taken away from me, and now you're telling me to CALM DOWN!" Pansy yelled again, a single tear spilling from her right eye. People, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a girl from Firestone, Shania, were staring at them.
"Pansy, listen to me. I'm not even that interested in him, or Blaise, for that matter. I just do this to every guy I can because it turns into free labor. The guys think that, by doing this stuff for me, that I'll fall for one of them and end up going out with them. I hate to break their hearts, but I'm never going to do anything of the sort. Yeah, I'll have a load of fun with them, but it ends there.
I don't want to get married, I don't have to get married, and I don't need to get married. You can have Draco if you like."
"So, you're using them!" Pansy screeched.
"In a sense, yes. That is what I do." Ensemerra answered calmly. "Now, if you don't mind, it is getting close to lunch, and I should be getting back, for McGonagall is taking us all to Diagon Alley to get our supplies. Good day, Pansy."
A/N: Okay, this is my first Harry Potter fic, so be nice... please. If you see something that you think needs changing, please do not hesitate to tell me. I have not read the books in a long time, so I worked off memory for this one. I am going to start reading some of the books again, so fret not, this story will become more accurate. I am hoping that this story will do quite well, and believe me, my OC is strange. Ensemerra will be one of the wierdest OCs you folks will have ever read a story about in your entire life. She harbors a deep, dark secret that will be revealed in later chapters. But, for now, you will simply have to guess. Cyber cookies to anyone who thinks they know what deep, dark secret Ensemerra is hiding! And, I want two reviews before I post chapter two. Unless, of course, I just cannot stand myself. That will be the only reason. And now, I bid ye all a fond farewell.
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