We Held Hands Slytherin ------------------------------ Draco's POV
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It was twilight and every student anticipates their return to their second home. As the scarlet train nears the enchanted Hogwarts castle, a rumor spread like a wildfire reached the infamous Draco Malfoy. Sitting near the compartment's window with his usual flanks, he was given a visit by, well to him unfortunately, Pansy Parkinson -his former girlfriend for three months running.
"Draco, did you hear anything about that new student?" Pansy, tried as she might, engaged Draco into another decent conversation.
Draco -having just visited his adversary, Harry Potter-was magnificently embarrassed by the Hogwarts know-it-all, Hermione Granger and was indeed in a very foul mood that time. Shrugging off his rather expensive coat revealing his Hogwarts robes, he gave a deliberately innocent smile at Pansy and said, "You know Pansy, blatantly saying you want an autograph from me is much more appealing to listen to than making an effort, in vain I might add, in engaging me in anything that I know would be quite boring. You know I don't bother spending time on useless, innocent, foolish students. I've got much more important things to handle."
Pansy, shocked as ever, held herself quite nicely and thought of another way out… "Draco! How dare you? You know if this reaches to your father…"
Draco sneered. His steel gray eyes cutting through the air like a nasty curse. He didn't like it just one bit when do-good Potter and his bloody gang had caused his father's arrest. There wasn't a father to boast to and run to for things. But when you're dealing with a-well not that he ever wished to degrade a pureblood (but she's really... ugh!) -with Pansy, having his father out of reach was a blessing. He pulled out his most 'Oh-I'm-so-afraid' look and said: "Oooh, I'm so scared! Really Pansy, we know he'd have said, 'Really? That's quite good…' wouldn't he? Because for all we know, he's in Azkaban and is currently enjoying his insanity lodge there."
He wasn't into using his father's name in an ill-mannered way but seeing as this… thing has got to stop, he did as what any Malfoy would do. Challenge his father. It wasn't really as if it was unnatural. His father had his neck around a leash for so long for fear that his son might not follow his orders. Nasty tradition that's in their family indeed.
He pulled his gaze away from the person he was currently annoyed with and stared out at the window. Another year… This time Potter will regret his refusal of my offer. What really annoyed him was the fact that why hasn't the Dark Lord made a move yet? A good beating of Potter would really be a great treat. He glanced back at the doorway where Pansy stood and found that she was still there. What an annoying little lovesick. Well, not as if she really ever loved me.
"Pansy, do us all a favor here and just leave. Okay? Good, I can't breathe so I need fresh air…" Draco snarled. He pulled his gaze away yet again whilst hearing Pansy leave with a whimper.
Congratulating himself for a job well done, Draco would've been in really good mood by now if it wasn't for the fact that Ginny Weasley, wand at hand, had passed by (stormed more likely) and brought the young Malfoy into thinking about what happened just a while ago. That visit in the compartment of Potty and Weasel was a disaster. Foolish Crabbe and Goyle, they wouldn't survive for sixth year if it wasn't for my help…
Draco, you know you can beat that fool. A Malfoy never looses. Remember that. His mother said to him just a week ago after seeing her son dragging himself from the Quidditch Pitch of their manor. (Well, a Malfoy's got to have his own Quidditch Pitch, right?) Draco, not wanting to be outmatched again, trained all by himself at home. He never want another telling from his mother. He rolled his eyes every time he recalled that conversation. Ah, we're here at last.
He stood up and held himself with pride and said, "Come on, we'd better get out of here, I don't like to be late, the midgets might miss me." He smirked. I better get out of this ridiculous ride, father would've provided me a ride of our own if Hogwarts weren't that unplottable. I hate waiting. Draco complained. The train stopped with a halt. Draco got out and glanced around. Great, just great. He groaned. He went out and pushed students out of his way. Just as he got out of the train and stepped unto the pavement, another voice seemed to have called out to him and this further annoyed him.
Now, why is it that these foul creatures had to turn up in every unfortunate time? These Gryffindors really do have impeccable timing. I just hope they don't turn up as frequent as today.
"Oi, Malfoy!" a male voice called out.
"Oh! What now?" Draco, whirling around, snarled. With Crabbe and Goyle beside him, he caught a sight he never wanted to see again that evening. A tall, red-haired gangly boy, a bespectacled, messy black-haired boy and a now, wavy brown-haired girl met his steely ice-cold gaze and he knew, the Golden Trio has come. Bloody great. And here I thought I might ignore them and think they don't even exist!
"The Headmaster wants to talk to you after the feast." The brown-haired girl said. Hermione Granger was a sight to be held indeed. If it weren't the fact that she's a mudblood and a friend of Potter, he would've considered dating her. But thank heavens she is, I don't want to be deaf because of her motor mouth. Draco thought to himself.
"Oh, it's just you, the do-gooder Potter and his entourage. Fine. Is that all?" Draco hissed. He didn't like it one bit when Weasel insulted his father. A Weasley insulting a Malfoy is not acceptable. He wouldn't forgive him for the world. "Now, sod off, you're contaminating the place, filthy mudblood."
"Take that back, Ferret face!" Ron Weasley, never thinking pulled out his wand and pointed it straight to Draco's face. As usual, Draco's two flanks stood in front of him.
"Oh, pointing your wand at me now, Weasel? What would dear mother of yours do if she found out her little son is flaunting his wand to a Malfoy?" Draco now crossed his arms. He caught hold of his own wand at its holster, ready if ever. He's been itching to curse this red haired buffoon since he got into the damned train. "But then again, you might want to accept the fact that you'll loose."
Granger and Potter pulled their enraged friend. "He's not worth it, Ron." Potter said, giving a stare worth remembering at Draco. He shrugged uselessly and urged his friend to just mind it off. "Come on."
"You'll never forget this year, Potter. I told you, you're choosing the wrong company. You'll regret your refusal of my offer!" Draco yelled back. He knew some of his father's plans for this year but of course, seeing as he wasn't around, his mother comes in charge of their house. I should be the master. Draco thought. Giving one last glare at the Golden Trio, he whirled around and spotted a coach with second years about to ride it.
"Come on."
Bossing their way towards the said carriage, Draco had no problem. Crabbe and Goyle practically dragged the second years out and they got in. After the ride, the students waited, chatting endlessly at the Great Hall. Draco looked up at the High Table and found the headmaster talking animatedly at their Charms professor.
Stupid Muggle-loving Dumbledore. What does he want now? It better not be something connected with the Bloody Gryffindors. Draco thought. Because if it's those Gryffindors again I swear I'd never restrain myself to rip them limb-by-limb!
Just then, the first years arrived with Professor McGonagall on the front. What attracted the entire Great Hall was not the incoming crowd entirely this time… All of them were watching keenly at girl right beside the Transfiguration Teacher. The new student it seemed was not from either Durmstrang or Beauxabtons but from an Oriental school establishment. With beauty to rival Fleur Delacour, she graced the Great Hall with her shy presence. Her skin was not too white-toned nor tanned, just something in between. She had her long black hair on the loose. On her, she wore blue and white robes with the initials A.W.W.I. on it and a symbol of a crescent moon and sun. Her eyes deep brown as she quickly looked around and quite noticeable because of her presence.
"So that's the girl from Asia…" Draco heard from the table and knew instantly that it was Blaise Zabini who muttered it.
"How'd you know she's from Asia?" asked Pansy, who was-thankfully-at the far right of Draco, cast a look of jealously at the girl's presence. She was obviously itching to get her wand and hex the girl to oblivion. But all she could do was raise an eyebrow and continue to stare with envy.
"Nott saw her come by at our compartment, he said the A.W.W.I. means Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute. He has cousins there. I wonder if it's a little advanced there though. I heard him say that the students there could cast wandless spells if they want to." Blaise muttered back. Draco, quite alarmed by the newfound fact, set his eyes once again at the exchange student and just then did he realize how attractive a girl from the East could be. No wonder Potter got so into that Ravenclaw Seeker. Draco stared at the Asian girl with interest. There's something about her… Something none of them had… I can just feel it. I wonder where she'll get sorted…
The Asian girl was definitely a shy one… After observing the Great Hall, she kept her head down at the entire time of the Sorting, hands tucked at her side pockets. When the Sorting of all of the first years were finished leaving her and Professor McGonagall at front, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, welcome, all of you. Now, as you might've noticed, we have a new student from the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute." Upon addressing her, the girl looked back up and gazed at the Headmaster. "Please welcome, Isis Black from the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute. I do hope that she'll be enjoying her stay here at Hogwarts. Now if you'd please take a seat Ms.Black, so you may be sorted." Dumbledore said, the usual twinkle of his eyes shown with much more energy. The new girl nodded at the headmaster as if to say thank you and took a seat while putting on the Sorting Hat. The Great Hall waited in complete silence, all intrigued by her. After almost two minutes, the Sorting Hat said…
"Slytherin!"
Many students, so as teachers, muttered. Only the Headmaster, with an almost knowing smile and twinkle from his eyes, remained as composed as ever. Excellent, now I get to know this Black girl. Draco's subconscious mind told himself… He wasn't aware that, at that time, attraction would bring the both of them together…
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Harry's POV.
Harry Potter felt at ease at Hogwarts. It was his home. Even if there were annoying individuals like Draco Malfoy. That git really has to play his role and remain arrogant. He thought. Nothing could spoil his happiness every time he sets foot at Hogwarts. That night, his curiosity has occupied him. Rumors, as he have always known, spread like wildfire. His best friend and Prefect of Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, informed him of the new student. Harry already found out about it, from Parvati Patil, whom he met on his way to platform 9 ¾.
Upon sitting down in his usual seat with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger beside him, the Sorting ceremony began. Harry stared at the Asian girl with mild interest… As Hermione had just said, she's a Muggleborn. Harry set his eyes on her and then seriously doubted it… If she was a Muggleborn, how come she produces an aura as powerful as Dumbledore's? He thought. I do hope she gets Sorted in Gryffindor…
"Welcome, welcome, all of you. Now, as you might've noticed, we have a new student from the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute." Upon addressing her, the girl looked back up and gazed at the Headmaster. Harry knew that the girl was pleasant, having seen her smile at the headmaster. "Please welcome, Isis Black from the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute. I do hope that she'll be enjoying her stay here at Hogwarts. Now if you please take a seat Ms. Black, so you may be sorted." Dumbledore said, the usual twinkle of his eyes shown with much more energy.
Harry's mind reeled at a thousand mile per hour. Isis Black? Isis Black! His mind repeated the name of the girl. He looked side ways at Hermione and Ron, both wearing the same expression of complete bewilderment. None of the school prefects knew what the name of the girl was because Professor Dumbledore is the only one who knows her name. Hermione even asked Professor McGonagall but the teacher said the new student entered the school for some reasons only the headmaster knows.
The new girl nodded at the headmaster as if to say thank you and took a seat while putting on the Sorting Hat. The Great Hall waited in complete silence, all intrigued by her. After almost two minutes, the Sorting Hat said…
"Slytherin!"
Many students, so as teachers, muttered. It seems like the information about the girl spread even though the name wasn't known… Isis Black? Is she related to Sirius? Why did the sorting hat choose Slytherin? What if she was abused there? What if…? Harry's mind buzzed…
Even the teachers were taken in by surprise… Harry looked at the High table and noticed Professor Dumbledore looking at the girl in mild interest. It was as though he knows she would be sorted to Slytherin… But, how could he know?
The Black girl stood up and scanned the Great Hall, spotting the students with patches saying Slytherin with a snake in the shield as the house's symbol. To complete the series, she walked gracefully to the Slytherin table and spotted an empty seat next to…
Draco Malfoy! Harry gasped. Of all the house to be in! And now she has to sit right next to that git! Harry looked at Hermione, then at Ron, then at Dumbledore and back again at the girl who was watching the Headmaster as he stood up. There is something going on around here that I don't know of. But… what?
"Very good. Now, as the Sorting has been finished, I would not delay you because of my speech. The foods awaits and very delicious I should tell you, so, tuck in!" Food appeared magically in an instant. However, Harry just stared at Dumbledore.
"Harry! Oi, mate! What do you think of the new student?" Ron's voice somewhere inside Harry's mind reverberated.
"What?" Snapping back to reality, Harry whipped his head back to see Ron and Hermione not touching any food too…
"I said, what do you think about Isis Black?" Ron repeated.
Harry blinked twice before his mind registered what Ron had asked and said, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well… erm…doesn't it bother you that her name is… Isis Black? I mean… wonder if she knew…" Hermione trailed off. Casting a cautious glance at Harry.
Harry didn't speak to anyone about the death of Sirius. He was still grieving for it. After all this time, he still thought it was his fault that Sirius died and slipped right through that damned Black Veil. He even has these dreams of him falling slowly to the dreaded curtain. It kept him awake the rest of the night and only used glamour spells to hide dark circles around his eyes. If the nightmare wasn't about those or even Voldemort's recent attack on his dreams, it would usually end up on the same dais and the curtain, only there was this voice that kept on calling him… Try as Harry might, he can't recognize the voices. Harry just sighed and said, "It must be coincidence really. And besides, Sirius is the last remaining Black in the old Wizarding family, right?"
Hermione's eyes seemed to have shown relief and retrieved from her usual cautiousness, "Yes, you're right. And besides, from the fact that she's from Asia and she's a Muggleborn, the result will surely be a negative one."
"She's a what?" Ron blurted out.
"Oh, honestly Ron, haven't you been listening back at the train? She's a Muggleborn. And here I thought you were shocked and wondered why would she be Sorted in Slytherin." Hermione flatly said.
"B-but… I was shocked because… Just look at her! Her name shouts the word 'Gryffindor' for Merlin's sake! And, yeah, I've lost hope; I'd really like it if she was sorted in Gryffindor. But she's s Muggleborn and she's sorted in Slytherin?" Ron reasoned out.
"We ought to advise her to watch her back, you know. Just look at her! She's now talking to Malfoy!" Harry's voice seemed to be quite different.
"Oi! Harry! First Cho and now, Isis Black? You've got that thing for long black haired there, mate." Ron sniggered. He was now taking his first helpings. "We'll just talk her out later okay? Blimey! I can't believe I just ignored the food for just reasoning things out for you mate. Here, have some pudding."
"Right…" That's what all Harry said on the entire feast. He faced the Slytherin table while eating. Every now and then, he was glancing at the two of them, Malfoy and the new student, Isis Black. Ron's voice echoed in his mind… First Cho and now, Isis Black? You've got that thing for long black haired there, mate. Harry never really mind Cho that much since he lost… Sirius. But, now, he felt as though something was forcing him, just to get close at the new girl. Is it just because she's Isis Black or is it just because of what Ron said? Harry thought.
"Harry?" A hand waved in front of Harry's face.
"Harry? Oh, honestly! You haven't touched your food for about five minutes now! Could you just stop staring at her? You could melt the two, you know." Hermione's irritated voice came.
"Wh-what?" Harry asked.
"Right, we'll talk to her when we get out, okay? I'll have Ginny escorting the First years. She's a prefect, just like Ron and me after all… Then, we get to talk to her and warn her." Hermione said. "Now, will you just eat in peace?"
"Right…" Harry said yet again. Finally, I get to talk to her. Harry's subconscious mind told himself… He wasn't aware that, at that time, attraction would bring the both of them together… He ate but still kept an eye on Isis Black, unaware that a certain Slytherin beside her had noticed his stares…
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Isis' POV.
Well, here goes…Isis said to herself. After her mother asked her if she would allow both her parents to sent her to Hogwarts, Isis was dumbfounded… She really quite enjoyed her stay at A.W.W.I. even if she didn't like some of the usual 'competitiveness'… but she's heard of Hogwarts. It would really be nice to go there… But, she'll miss her home. It'll be for your own good… She remembered her mother's voice…
They entered the said Great Hall. Isis kept her head down at the entire time of the Sorting. What if I didn't like it here? What if nobody likes an Asian-Muggleborn? What if…? Her mind reeled. Isis was quite unaware that, upon her arrival, she was the one being stared and admired at first sight… She was unaware of many eyes darting to her direction and quite unaware that she was releasing her true powers because of her nerves… There, there… Calm yourself… you wouldn't want a disaster for your first day at Hogwarts now, would you? She reasoned out…
Isis just stood there in the queue together with the young ones. She was quite noticeable as of course she's going to be a sixth year now. When the Sorting of all of the first years were finished leaving the new student and Professor McGonagall at front, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, welcome, all of you. Now, as you might've noticed, we have a new student from the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute. She is Isis Black and I do hope that she'll be enjoying her stay here at Hogwarts. Now if you please take a seat Ms. Black, so you may be sorted." Dumbledore said, the usual twinkle of his eyes shown with much more energy.
Isis looked up and felt that as if warmth was being conveyed from the Headmaster to her. He's a nice man, Isis. Don't worry about it. Her father's voice said in her mind. And with that, she released a small smile to the revered Headmaster. She daringly thought that she might've seen his eyes winked at her. Empowered, Isis took a seat and put on the Sorting Hat. It was a bizarre feeling when she put it on…
Well, well, well… Isis Black… Where would you want to be Sorted? The sorting hat asked. You're quite nervous and shy dear girl, do you want to be in Hufflepuff?
This is unbelievable…How can you read my mind? And Hufflepuff? Isis asked.
No, you wouldn't be sorted in Hufflepuff… I can see you're not that shy… Just at first… Maybe Ravenclaw?
Ravenclaw? Isis asked yet again… Why do I need to be Sorted anyways?
To know where you do belong… Ah, Hmm… let me think… let me see…I cannot just put you in Ravenclaw… You would as well choose…
Choose? There are choices for this? Isis wondered… Then, what are the choices?
There's Hufflepuff the Spirit, Ravenclaw the Mind, Gryffindor the Heart and Slytherin the Soul. Now, my dear, choose. Choose where you would like to be.
I can be in the Heart but… There's something about the Soul… Isis mused…
Ah… Difficult to place… Just like Mr. Potter… Slytherin or Gryffindor? Hmmm…
Where did you sort Mr. Potter then?
He chose Gryffindor… You could be a Gryffindor too, if you want to… You're a Muggleborn, I know…
Can you exempt the fact that I'm a Muggleborn, please? For all that I know, I can choose, right? How about Slytherin then if you put Mr. Potter in Gryffindor? Then there would be a change. Let me be put in Slytherin. Isis mused… She thought, at least, they wouldn't mind me being Muggleborn…
Oh, but there's where you're wrong… Ms. Black. Only Purebloods are allowed in Slytherin. Though, with the great exemption of a certain Half-blood…The Sorting Hat read her thoughts.
Then, we can make an exemption here, can we? Isis argued.
Ah, quite cunning you are, child. Determination. Shrewd. Quite an ambition for change, I see… Very well…
"Slytherin!"
Many students, so as teachers, muttered. Isis took off the Sorting Hat and placed it neatly at the small wooden stool. She murmured a 'thanks' and stood straight, locating the said table. Pleased with herself, she thought: Now, where's Slytherin? She caught sight of a certain blonde boy staring at her. They made eye contact but Isis instantly looked away and looked straight at the boy's logo in his robes… A snake… That'll be Slytherin then…
She walked gracefully to the Slytherin table and took the empty seat next to the boy. She smiled shyly at the boy and brought back her attention at the delightful Headmaster.
"Very good. Now, as the sorting has been finished, I would not delay you because of my speech. The foods awaits and very delicious I should tell you, so, let the feast begin!" The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore said
Isis was quite delighted when she saw the food. House-elves made this, no doubt, I just love Treacle Tart! She reached for the tray but at the same time, the Blonde boy next her took reach too…
"You first, Isis. It would be a pleasure seating here next to a lovely girl. A Mud-Muggleborn Sorted in Slytherin." The Blonde boy next to her offered. His smile was most melting she'd ever seen, is he a part veela? She thought. "By the way, this is Crabbe and Goyle." His head shook a bit as to introduce the two massive students across the table. "And I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."
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Draco's POV
Draco sat there, wondering where the new girl would sit in their House table. Their new housemate, who would have thought? She walked straight to the Slytherin table and sat beside him. She smiled shyly at the Draco and brought back her attention at the delightful Headmaster. Well, yeah, she could sit beside me and then all Hell break loose because the Slytherin Prince talks to the M-ah what beautiful eyes. Draco shocked himself at the thought. He was unaware of looking at her for such a long time.
"Very good. Now, as the sorting has been finished, I would not delay you because of my speech. The foods awaits and very delicious I should tell you, so, let the feast begin!" Albus Dumbledore said.
Ah, at last, the feast. The fool Muggle-lover to delay such a treat! Draco thought. Treacle tart! Hmmm… what a way to start my dinner it may seem… Oh well! Draco started to reach for the treacle tarts when the new girl reached for it too… He froze mid-take and sighed…It's time then… Seeing as how enchanted Draco was to the new girl, though he didn't know himself, this is what came right through him…
"You first, Isis. It would be a pleasure seating here next to a lovely girl. The first ever Mud-Muggleborn ever sorted in Slytherin." Draco offered the new girl the tray. His smile was most melting he could ever make. "By the way, this is Crabbe and Goyle." His head shook a bit as to introduce the two massive students across the table. "And I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."
Urgh! You might as well say that she's a Mudblood and get her arse-- oh hmm… (argh!)-out of the Pureblood's place and then offer a loyalty bond or something… Bloody buggering way to introductions then! That's almost as exact as the one I just said when first talking out with Scarhead.
As turmoil of panic, other than anything, started and kept on going in his mind, Draco's face was straight, expectant of the girl's answer. Then, with a warm smile-ahh… I really do like that smile, Draco thought.-The new girl said, "The pleasure is all mine, Malfoy, or… could I call you Draco? If it doesn't bother you at all…" Her voice was like of the sweet nightingale. Nice voice. Draco sneered to himself. "Oh, and nice to meet you too, Crabbe and Goyle… Thank you, then." She accepted the tray, hers and Draco's hands brushed slightly…
"You can call me Draco, sure… You're Isis Black then? So, where're you from, Isis?" Draco asked, getting his first helpings.
"From Asia, the Asian Witchcraft and Wizardry Institute. I'm in my sixth year now but I don't know anything about Hogwarts just yet. I just came here yesterday…" Isis said
"Oh really? I'm in my sixth year too, Slytherin Prefect. I could show you around, if we're of the same classes all the time, that is…" Draco said.
"So…" Isis began. "The Sorting Hat is quite trivial isn't it? He's got so many questions… Asks me where do I want to go… And all about that Half-Blood and Pureblood thing. I'm not even from a wizarding family, that's a fact for you." She said, shrugging carelessly.
"Well, you're pretty much of a trash here, Black. A black little speck in the Slytherin place, that one." Snided Pansy, green with envy at the sight of Isis and Draco together
"Shut it up, Pansy. And stop following me. You're not my tail, you know." Draco snapped. Just when some things were right Pansy goes in it and ruins it!
Pansy froze; shocked that Draco would rather talk to Isis, the Muggleborn, than Pansy the Pureblood. Draco shot up an eyebrow, making a great impression of annoyance and then, Pansy was off.
"What was that all about?" Isis inquired, her brows furrowed. She looked like she was restraining herself of doing something…
"Well, it's all about this… this family bloodline and things and well… Salazar Slytherin, the founder of my, of our house, don't really like Mud-Muggleborns… and… well, you're a Muggleborn and then you're Sorted here…"
Isis just stared blankly at him. He could see her mind work by just staring at her brown eyes. "Not this thing again. Look, I could careless if you don't want me in your House if I'm all Muggleborn and all that. But it's a one-stupid-crap of issue that is indeed foolish and an utter non sense." Isis began then, she trailed off.
Draco thought he'd be in her bad side, but, perhaps, Isis has got somewhat a Slytherin attitude in her because she can control her temper. Unlike the Gryffindor craps. Draco thought. Then Isis' voice was back at the normal mode when she said, "Never mind that then. Maybe just a really weird issue… You might as well guide me to all of the classes and the other places here at Hogwarts if you don't mind, that is." Isis waited.
"Of course, of course… It's fine by me." Better to observe and be near you then.
Their conversation lasted until the end of the feast. Draco was highly amused talking with the new girl. She knows almost about everything as much like as the Bookworm Granger but, quite innocent because of her being in a new place. Yet, he's also quite amused but angry at the same time because the Golden Trio kept on glancing sideways at both Isis and Draco's direction. Ah, maybe they're well up on reminding me about the talk with that Dumb-ble-doe. Draco surmised but he sensed that Scarhead was always staring at Isis. And Scarhead's face was with interest. Freak. But, he was amused because that may mean that Potter is jealous because the new girl is indeed sitting next to him and talking to him freely as ever. Ha! Caught you there, right?
When the food and dessert vanished, as usual, the Headmaster stood up and made his speech. "Welcome, once again, welcome, one and all, Hogwarts students. Welcome back, old students, and welcome to the new ones." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled its way directly at Isis.
Crap! I hate that thing he does with his eyes! Those winking little pieces of-
"It is indeed another year at Hogwarts. A few start-of-term notices must be given, I am afraid. The Quidditch teams for the four Houses are holding up their own try-outs. To check up on them, kindly approach Madam Hooch. I'm sure we'll need new and exciting players this time around. For the ones who received bans and punishment and such forth from the-err, 'High Inquisitor' last year. It was completely cleared. And there you go, no harm done. I suggest you might as well go race up on the try-outs then." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled next to Potter at the Gryffindor table.
Oh yes, the favorite student. Bloody Headmaster.
"Second, I would like to remind you, that, as always, the Forbidden forests is… forbidden. It lives up to its name, really. And I should warn you to not go in there whether be necessary or not, be sure to be accompanied by a Professor. I know others will be glad to share with you that nasty tale of what happened to our 'High Inquisitor' last year…" At that, there were laughs and chuckles. Well, everyone knows about Umbridge's predicament, up to when Peeves came to her whacking McGonagall's cane to her straight out of the castle.
"Ehem. And, as usual, like last year, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind students that magic is strictly prohibited in the corridors, as are a variety of things, all of which are posted outside the door of his office. There are now more than 543 magical objects listed on the forbidden things to be used at Hogwarts, which includes the new Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Twin's products which includes the great Shocking-pink Catherine wheels, Rockets, Sparklers, etc. The well-known 'Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bangs are also included, sad to say, as I've most certainly heard all about the entertainment portion of said day…" Dumbledore's vice broke off… A slight dreamy look at his eyes, quite resembling one who has been reminiscing memories… "Anyways, I would like to welcome back our dear Mr. Hagrid, and is well fit to be on duty as being keeper of Keys and Grounds and being Care of the Magical Creatures Professor again."
Applauses, loud ones, were released, mostly coming from the Gryffindor table. So much for the brain-less oaf! Draco snarled to himself. Though, I have to admit, the Weasley Twins are really good at their stuffs…
"And, I'd most likely to say that, due to the delay of few… Transports to England, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be arriving first thing in the morning tomorrow. I'm sure you'll greatly appreciate his eccentric ways…"
Hmmm… eccentric? I think, there's a hint there… Draco glanced up at the far side of the Teacher's Table and can quite see that the seat for the Defense professor is indeed, unoccupied.
"Now, my last few statements, I'm quite sorry to delay you from your well deserved slumber. But, this can not wait…"
The twinkle from the Headmaster's eyes were almost gone now, his voice extremely serious. Even Peeves were on the watch.
"You are all informed of the event that has taken place at the Ministry of Magic, I presume?" Silence were really creepy at the Great Hall…Everyone knows that the Golden Trio and a few handful or so students have invaded the Department of Mysteries in hopes of a 'rescue' attempt gone as a trap, therefore, resulting the reveal of the Dark Lord's rise. All eyes averted to the Gryffindor table. Potter, always the center of attention…Draco thought. Very attention seeking.
"It is indeed true, Lord Voldemort walks among us now. I mostly advice great caution to all… What keeps us strong is being together, and I do hope the Inter-House relationships to be more uplifting more than ever…"
Bleeding Fat Chance…Draco smirked. Beside him, Isis was all-quiet. Listening very keenly to the Headmaster….
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Isis' POV
"It is indeed true, Lord Voldemort walks among us now. I mostly advice great caution to all… What keeps us strong is being together, and I do hope the Inter-House relationships to be more uplifting more than ever…"
So… This is what's been going on in here…Harry Potter…And the Dark Lord… Isis thought. She only know a few things in England, as because, she's been here for a few times herself. But, she's not a stranger to Harry Potter's story. Though, she has ignored his name at her Sorting, she knew quite well about the boy… It seems strange to her.
How could a one-year-old baby boy defeat a Dark Lord who has killed so many lives? Why was the Dark Lord defeated by the mere presence of the boy? How could a baby boy evade a Killing Curse then? Isis' mind began to work.
The Great Hall was silent as the Headmaster continued his speech…
"That is a request I most really wanted all of you would do. Do not worry too much by such a pressure as it is mostly taken care of… Now, of to bed then everyone, Goodnight." The glint of the Headmaster's eyes was shining again, his face showing youthfulness through his aged face.
"Isis…" Someone beside her said.
"Oh yes, Draco?"
"Err. Going to our dormitories now, I'm a Prefect but, the mud- I mean, the Headmaster would like to have a word with me, do you mind if you come with me first?" Draco asked.
"Really? Quite a coincidence because Professor Dumbledore said after the feast, I'd go straight to his office first. Okay then…" Isis said. She stood up, well aware of the many pairs of eyes-Girls leering and boys drooling-at her. She and Draco were up front of the Slytherin line when…
"Oh, bloody H-errr-Not this again!" Draco stammered and cursed at the same time.
Isis wondered why and then, all she could ever find in Draco's line of vision was… Harry Potter and that Red haired tall guy and their friend, which has a long curly brown hair. The three Gryffindors approached Draco and Isis…
"Malfoy, we need to talk." Prompted Harry.
"Now? Surely, you'll have some time later Scarhead; I've got someone to show the place around after all… Go strut about with that scar on your head somewhere else." Draco drawled. At that, Isis almost froze. She was shocked because, the Draco she knew from a while ago was a complete gentleman and now…
Harry and his friends looked at Isis. She and Harry made eye contact… Isis could see the emerald eyes of the Gryffindor full of grief, loneliness, emptiness and suffer filling in it. As like Harry was seeing a brand whole new exciting view from the rich brown eyes of the new girl.
"Sorry for my rudeness, Harry Potter." Harry offered a hand to Isis which she shook before Draco could ever retaliate. "These are my best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." He said pointing to the brown haired girl and tall red haired boy. The girl has an aura of bossiness but friendly at the same time and the boy with the boyish grin on his face. They both said a very cheerful "hi" and shook hands.
"Enough about introducing okay? So, Scarhead, what do you want?" Draco drawled. He doesn't like the Golden Trio very much if they would take away a brand new… friend?
Harry straightened his face and said in a clear voice; "I would like it if you would just stay away from Isis Black because Merlin only knows what you may do to her… Don't you ever insult her of being a Muggle-born like Hermione and don't you ever ever hurt her."
"Ooooh, so, how am I supposed to tour her around if you say those things? Are you really that daft Scarhead? Can't you see that Isis is with me? So, you might as well bugger off or else, I might consider your curiosity about Isis' surname as a topic." Draco snarled. "Yes, yes, Potter. I know that foolish thing your criminal of a godfather did. Never really used his head right? The daft old man. And here I thought he's an uncle to be proud of for selling out your parents."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Spat Hermione.
"Yeah. Shut up, ferret." Snarled Ron, his hands in a tight fist.
With that, Harry drew out his wands and snarled, "Say that again, Malfoy. And I swear, you'd wish you'd never been born again."
"Mr. Potter, that's enough! Mr. Malfoy! How lowly of you to disrespect the dead! A start of the term feast and there's already a fight? Ten points from Slytherin for starting the insults Mr. Malfoy." Said the stern Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, whom Isis has had a chat with when they waited for the other first year students back then.
"But, Professor…" Draco started, but was instantly silenced.
"Silence, Mr.Malfoy. Mr. Potter, put your wand down, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley, kindly go with Mr. Potter up at the Gryffindor Tower before I could take of any points and put the three of you in detention. Be blessed that the fifth year prefects of Gryffindor and Slytherin has taken charge of the first years for now. And showing a behavior like this infront of a new student too." Professor McGonagall said sternly. "Mr. Malfoy, you and Ms. Black will go with me straight to the Headmaster's office now. Come on."
With a glare exchanged from the enemies, the Trio walked away. Professor McGonagall lead the way to the office while being followed by Draco and Isis, side by side. The walk was rather silence then, "Sorry for that one, Isis. Me and Potter and his friends aren't really in both nice terms." Draco said.
"That's quite alright, Draco. I'm pretty sure, everyone has a reason because of what they're doing. There's something in you that you just don't want known that's all. I guess…" Isis said.
Both of them were in silence again. When they reached the spiral stairs…
"Canary Creams!"
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Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! NEXT CHAPTER: Meet the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor with a twisted twist! (huh?) Plus, ever knowing Granger, Clueless Malfoy, What-the-bloody-hell Ron, Curious Harry (like when doesn't he?) and of course the ever Intriguing Black. But, you better watch out! There's a very veryyyyyy mad cat somewhere there… smirk See yah!