Authors Notes for Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything affiliated with him. I owe what I write in this story to JK Rowling, my imagination and probably everything I read whether it be Harry Potter Fanfiction or not. I'd also like to neglectfully add that I haven't read the Harry Potter books for sometime – the last time I did so was when Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix was published. It unfortunately disagreed with me and I have yet to read any further or it again. Any lapse in authoring or following of the HP storyline is because of this fact. Please forgive me, this will try to be as spot on as possible. As you can probably guess it doesn't include the Half Blood Prince in its line. Enjoy!
Notes to be aware of: I am unfamiliar with the actions of younger children, this is merely an attempt to present. If something happens that is no age appropriate or you find it is ill-ly rated or in the wrong genre I'd like you to tell me.
Pairings: Are still uncertain however there grim idea around it all.
In the beginning before the rise of men lived the children of chaos,
the tuatha de dannan, children of dana, the children of the trickster.
The faeri creatures lived peacefully till something else arrived,
wars broke out against the faeri and the beings called druids.
Beings blessed with abilities, domination and magics,
The wars carried on until the faeri were stomped
and disappeared from the world;
taking their magics with them leaving the druids to forget
the remenants left behind became slaves to the druids
who found themselves in turn at risk when men
without magic but like rabbits appeared.
They held them off for centuries
till the day they found themselves out numbered
outmatched and it was then they withdrew.
- Aisling Finnigan's translation of the Creed of Tara from its original form.
Chapter One: The Narcissus Jeunetyle
The Flower of Youth Blooms!!
Severus Snape, Pomona noted as she stared at both his abnormally large nose and slicked back hair, would not have made a particularly nice addition to her botany collection. If he had been a flower she was sure he'd would've been one belonging to a hybrid of the marigold, monkshood and some grimy weed. It would mean to the language of flowers Beware! Deadly foe! And Crueltly! Jealousy! And oddly grief! The flower Severus Snape she would only use for torture and then exterminate. Oddly enough such a flower she often thought to use on her 7th Year Herbology class, which was why he often accompanied her to it.
Every year without fail she'd make him give some kind of lecture about the importance of plant care especially in his field. It left the students quiet, docile and obedient for the rest of the year which meant she was often in a very good mood, not that the head of Hufflepuff ever showed herself in a bad mood but she loved being in a very good mood. By Seventh Year most students had a habit of being taller than her and would often try the use of cheek: The threat of introducing Severus Snape for a lesson talking about horticulture was enough to nip those feelings in the bud.
That was her only use for the hooked beak man. She did not like interacting with him mostly because of their often reverse personalities. He was gloomly and often showed the feeling of the hybrid that she had just described, she being a Hufflepuff was very friendly and loyal and in a very good mood. Today however was one of those one out forty thousand days that she was not in a good mood and she found herself going into his fifth year potions class in her outdoor gear; thick plastic apron, long plastic gloves, hair tied back firmly with pins and various spells and a mask tied firmly to her face. If she'd taken a moment to look in a mirror the red head would've realised that she looked like something out of a muggle science fiction novel. She did not look like she had come from the green house as there was no dirt, or anything relating to the ground on her. She was clean. Very clean. Too clean for a herbology teacher which lead to the assumption that she'd used a scourgify charm on herself recently.
Severus Snape raised an eyebrow and the smallish woman as she glowered and removed the facial mask. She'd interrupted a very important test between the Ravenclaw-Gryffindor class. A class he liked to torture as much as possible with tests, and practices and so forth. He heard rather than saw two girls – one a certain redheaded Gryffindor the other a blonde Ravenclaw high-five each other. He made a mental note to remove housepoints from them later.
"Severus. I don't suppose you have an explanation why my Hebecho's have taken to bloom." And that was the reason that Professor Pomona Sprout was experiencing a rare occurrence of a bad day.
…Three and a half hours earlier…
Harry Potter, aka the Boy-Who-Lived, knew he needed to get up, it was seven o'clock and that meant that if he continued to stare at the gloomy pastel ceiling that pretty soon somebody would pull the curtains away and force him up, and then he'd have to force himself to Divination where he was simply going to be told that he was going to die. Again. It was a repetitive cycle that he knew he had to complete.
"Harry, mate! Are you up?" He could hear somebody moving the curtains trying to get in and thanked whatever god had helped him that night that he'd remembered both the silencing charm as well as a concealment charm. It saved him from having to face Ron, or Seamus, or any of the other peppy Gryffindors. Just watching them carry on their pathetic lives had been enough to make his blood boil and make him feel somewhat depressed all over again. It had been worse that August when he'd left the Dursely's House and been transported (rather forcefully) to Grimmauld Place. Mrs. Weasley had almost force feed him and forced him into the shiny new robes she'd bought him but Harry hadn't wanted that.
He liked his muggle clothes, his hand-me-down jeans and his overly large tee-shirts. A girl had asked him if he could skate, it had been during the summer; when Petunia had tossed him out of the second bedroom so it could be aired properly to look clean and neat, and he'd decided to walk melancholily to the park ever aware of the wizard that was doing the worst job of stalking in the world. She tripped over the ends of her jeans and collapsed beside him, her stripped hoody getting stuck on her ponytail. She'd talked to him in a bizarre language afterwards, that he was only sure was almost English by the fact that he recognised most the words. She had then asked him out and he'd had to tell her that he was already seeing someone.
And he was. Technically.
Everytime he looked at Sirius's mirror gift he saw Sirius look back at him. And wondered why he'd been so stupid. Why he hadn't looked at the gift before. Why to so many questions it almost drove him insane. He hated feeling like that, and when he wasn't feeling like that he'd wonder why he was even involved in the war anymore, sure he didn't like people hating other people just because of their blood but he didn't like to fight but nobody saw another way around it. His only reprieve from the almost obsessive thoughts had been when Hermione had appeared one day on the doorstep looking a tad lost and wanting to speak to him.
She had a sister – she's three and her name's Helena. Harry had watched her face curiously. Hermione was wearing makeup – something she said she didn't have time for and her hair was almost covering her face. Hermione didn't feel to good about the little sister. She was completely muggle.
They'd talked a bit, confided and then she left and he wondered if that had been the real reason she'd come – to drag him back to reality. He didn't want anyone to hurt her, he realised as she sent a glare Dudley's way and he backed off. He didn't even have to hear the high pitched shriek of her voice. He didn't want anybody to hurt her, or Ron or even Ginny. Harry sat down again and sighed and was moody till he was collected.
He liked being muggle, he realised as Mrs. Weasley tried to convince him to change into the more culturally excepted wizarding robes. He liked the wizarding world for all its fun and excitement but he also liked the muggle world for the safe, normal, free feeling it gave him.
And normal and safe was a feeling he wanted, especially in Grimmauld House so close to all the memories.
"Harry!" That was Hermione's voice and she was outside the curtain, for a moment she fumbled before she sat on his bed through the curtain. She could've removed the spells but she didn't. She could hear the other boys shouting for her to leave, or get him up and she just told them in her McGonagall voice to leave – she needed to talk to Harry. They all left and he could hear her comment: "Honestly Ron, you too. Don't pretend to me that you've finished your Potions essay. You have twenty-minutes until Divination, if your lucky it should be completed. I had mine done weeks ago." Ron groaned and left muttering about know-it-all show offs. Hermione chuckled and them leant against the curtain again.
"Are you going to take the charms off. This might me comfortable for you but it's hell on my back." Harry resisted the smile and took the spells off and her back fell through the curtain. She ended up with her head on his knees looking at the roof.
"You scared?" She asked in a quiet voice and she could hear his scorn through his knees.
"Of school?" Hermione rolled her eyes, well at least he knew her enough to know she rolled her eyes.
"No, school doesn't keep you up at night-" When Harry was about to protest she raised her hand.
"and it doesn't leave you with nightmares screaming about losing us." He didn't ask how she knew, Hermione knew everything. It was her job to know everything.
"Yeah." He said slowly. "I'm scared. I mean, I'm fighting for Dumbledore – a man who I know as much as a Chocolate Frog card about and the only thing I know is I'm fighting because if I don't the other guy will kill me." Hermione smiled.
"That's war." He snorted.
"That's face-to-face war but if I never fought he'd still want me dead."
"Yeah, well, think of all us Muggle-twits. We either give up our wizarding ways and hope we aren't tracked down and murdered, or have to assimilate into the wizarding world and become resistance fighter so we don't die. It's one world or the other." Harry smiled and sat up. Hermione didn't move and Harry looked at the huge brown bushy mass that was her hair.
"That sounds rather tragic." He said in a low voice and she sighed, he could feel it within his knees.
"Life's tragic, a dude is a camel's penis, a twit is a pregnant goldfish and Fuck was an abbreviation meaning fornication under consent of king, Muggleborns have to choose one world or the other." Harry patted her head and his hand bounced back before he touched her skull.
"You choose the wizarding one." She sighed.
"I wish they'd told me about Helena." She said slowly and Harry smiled and realised, suddenly aware that he was still in his pajama's. He sprung up and decided to go through the monotonous search for his wizarding robes.
"Harry, did you get the dreams back home?" Hermione asked on the end of his bed and he shook his head as he found a stray sock. Hermione smiled.
"Maybe you should wear your muggle clothing to bed instead of the house pyjama's." He gave her a weird look and she shrugged.
"I read somewhere that unconscious occulamacy works better if one feels completely safe and secure in their surroundings." He glanced at her alarmed.
"I feel safer when I have my wand under my pillow, a book on my nightstand and Akai the teddy bear smothering my face," Harry found his left shoe and put it on the bed and continued searching.
"I suppose it could work…" He muttered and she rolled her eyes and sat up. Her hair worse, if it were possible than before.
"I'll lend you Crookshanks for the week to guard you if you like. He'd like it." Harry smirked as he found shoe number 2.
"Your only doing this because your scared that Lavender will hex him if he brings you another mouse." She grinned.
"I'm not scared of Lavender and her hexes!" She exclaimed with a florish.
"No, your scared of McGonagall telling you that you've failed." Hermione flushed and glared at him.
"Be quiet – I have a full proof way to stop dementors but I'm still shit scared." He raised an eyebrow and spotted something that looked suspiciously like a grey sock under the bed. He dove for the reclusive object.
"You never did tell me why, when you have to admit we've seen much much worse why your frightened of the fail grade. Hermione is that anymore nerdy." Hermione glared and fiddled with a silver necklace that was around her throat. He'd never noticed it before and had half a mind to comment on in next time… he spotted the remaining sock.
"I dunno, when I was little my parents always told me to do my work or the bogey man will come and get me." He looked at her innocent smile as he went over to the old chest and opened the lid.
"That's lame." He told her and she flushed, and went downstairs huffing. Below he could hear her uprooting the younger students from whatever they were doing and making them go to breakfast. Harry smiled sadly. The last dream had been awfuller than most.
Tom Riddle had been reminiscing about a girl from his childhood given him a book about the Slytherin Bloodline which had lead him to the Chamber of Secrets. He remembered as he relished in the basilisks destruction of a unicorn, a creature of purity, innocence. Tom had whispered to the mirror that she was next. Harry didn't even want to know who she was.
…Three hours earlier…
Marianna Spinks and Quianna Rivers were the only Gryffindor's who didn't share any type of relationship with Potter, Weasley, Finnigan, Thomas or Brown. Qui found them loud, noisy and foreboding and she didn't like how they had the ability to think they owned the place. Lavender with her attempts to act like 'such a good girl,' Quianna snorted at the pureblood born but muggle raised girl. She knew practically nothing when it came to the wizarding world despite her heritage. She didn't like Thomas and his blatant support of the Westhams (whoever they were. She'd never heard of them so they mustn't be that important) and she didn't like Weasley who complained about his families wealth when other people were by far more worse off. She didn't like Finnigan who seemed to get nothing right but he was a wiz when it came to Arthmancy or Herbology. It came from his mother, he'd shyly commented when Hermione had questioned him.
The two didn't mind Hermione, she put in the work required for her marks but Qui couldn't stand the way she spoke out in class, and attempted to now stuff about the wizarding world. Her world. It was like she was trying far too hard to fit in. Hermione also knew that they existed, which was amazing as the two had the tendency to blend into the brickwork. Harry Potter she didn't mind but she liked his moodier self. It was less perky.
Qui glowered and returned to her book, as she finished watching the procession of students pass through the portrait with Hermione straight behind. Pretty soon the older houses were leaving and Marianne watched with bated breath as Dean Thomas left and Qui closed her eyes. The two of them were opposite as day and night. Marianne was restless with long white-blonde hair, fair skin and aristocratic features that came from the Malfoy blood that she received from her grandfather. She was also very shy when it came to meeting new people and had a voice to meditate to. Qui was different. She had was quiet, she enjoyed both the past times of brooding and reading and her appearance was dark due to the strains of various pureblooded lines. Her eyes were a dark blue, her hair a dark brown. They had the ability to disappear and be forgotten if they wished be so. Marianne poked her and she raised an eyebrow at Dean Thomas's exchange with Seamus Finnigan's girl friend as Seamus stood beside them smirking. He knew apparently and as Dean Thomas and Parvati left, Marianne Spinks blinked down at her timetable in astonishment and swore.
"Seamus! Wait!" She called as she darted out into sight and crashed into him force. Seamus blinked at the rather small, birdlike girl and Marianne felt her face colouring. She did not like attention at all, she preferred to simply sit in the shadows, contribute her bit and that was that. She had yet to fully understand why the blasted hat had put her in Gryffindor. She assumed it was simply because she wasn't sly, and didn't have genius level intelligence and by the time it had reached 'S' Hufflepuff had enough loyal people to send Pomona insane.
"Your 'Spinks', aren't you?" The Irish boy asked lilting his words carefully and she felt her face colouring slightly but the pureblood carried on with her original intention.
"We have herbology first, don't we?" She asked looking down at her shoes that her father had sent her. They were very nice, very pretty black shoes that drew the eyes… or maybe it was just her eye.
"Are you in advanced Herbology?" Seamus asked with an emotion akin to surprise. Marianne nodded and he looked curious.
"Never seen you there." He stated bluntly and Marianne's face coloured even further and she began to wonder if there was house of Gryffindor drop outs who weren't really that courageous.
"That's because me and Qui- that's the dark haired girl sitting on the couch with her book – usually end up blending into the scenery." Seamus blinked and studied her.
"You do blend in don't you?" She ignored that comment and looked at him with big hazel- yellow eyes.
"Do you know if we had any homework? I had to miss Herbology last week because of choir and I completely forgot about it. I completely forgot about asking about homework – we have to do it anyway – and Qui wasn't there either because of womanly- " Seamus interrupted her without wanting to hear any more.
"Why didn't you ask Hermione, she's in the class as well?" Marianne blushed. Hermione was just so loud and scary and often came off as condescending. The honest truth was that the muggle girl scared the pureblood far more than Brown and Patil combined.
"She's very…" She let her words run off and Seamus nodded.
"All we have to do is write a description of the Narcissus family of plants." Marianne nodded gratefully - Professor Sprout didn't care unlike certain teachers how long it was or if it was in sentences as long as the major points were covered.
"Thank-you so much." She whispered and was about to retreat to the far end of the common room when Seamus grabbed her elbow.
"Do you want to come down to breakfast with me?" Marianne coloured and looked to her bestfriend who was sitting on the couch. The dark haired girl's eyes were running over the words of her novel and she wasn't paying attention.
"I usually go with Qui…." She trailed off and Seamus grinned.
"QUI?" He said loudly then looked to Marianne with confusion. "What's her last name he whispered comically.
"It's Rivers." She whispered back and his eyebrows shot up.
"Your both purebloods." He whispered back. Marianne nodded and remembered that Seamus was a halfblood. Her father wouldn't like that…
"Rivers? Do you mind if I steal Marianne for this morning? You can have her back for Herbology." Qui looked up from her book and gazed at Marianne and winked. Marianne flushed. Qui was never one to care about traditions, it was ideals she cared about.
"Go ahead. Tory has just travelled back to Atlantis." (AN:/ Qui's reading A Echo in Time By Traci Harding. It's the second in a very good trilogy. A recommended read + it's written by an Ozzie) Marianne sighed and Seamus gave her a confused look as he escorted Marianne out of the common room, so Marianne found herself having to explain her strange friend and her fiction tendencies.
…Two hours earlier…
"Well I'm stuffed!" Sophie said as she sprawled out over the Great Hall bench which she was sitting on and rubbed her bare stomach.
Megan, her proclaimed bestfriend, rolled her eyes and her eyes watched the Ravenclaw table or more specifically one of the boys at the Ravenclaw table.
Ernie looked at Sophie with an emotion akin to disgust and whispered to her in a pompous voice that they'd all gotten used to in the past six years. It was his Scottish accent they were sure that made him so unable to whisper.
"I'd say Roper. That's unlady-like." Sophie stuck out her tongue not carring about dignified or not and Ernie's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth again.
"Your robes are meant to be closed and we shouldn't see the skin under it." Sophie smirked and did a show about closing her robes mockingly and sitting up straight.
"Where's Hannah?" Justin asked in a slow, soft voice as his eyes glanced over the hall searching for the pigtailed fiend who became part of their odds-and-end trio. A pureblood who traced their ancestors for at least nine generations, a muggleborn aristocrat and a muggleborn girl who managed to lighten the atmosphere.
"I think she's mediating. I walked in her 'dis morning and she told me she was trying to find her inner eye. She's got Trelawney first up and the woman keeps telling her to look within herself and calm her thoughts to awaken her inner seer. I think it's a lot of jack shi- " The halfblood caught Ernie's disapproving glance and finished the sentence lamely.
"-take mushrooms." Cornfoot smirked.
"Of course you do. We all do that's why we choose Advanced Herbology."
"I thought it's because none of us were prepared to face the other godforsaken subjects on at the same time." Lisa Turpin asked as the three Ravenclaws that Megan had been moodily staring at crossed the floor to sit with the five Hufflepuff's at their table.
"That too... and I actually enjoy Herbology." Said Justin and watched in amusement as Michael Cornfoot and Michael Corner made a show of meeting each other.
("Hello Michael C." Said Corner and Cornfoot looked up. "By Jove! It's Michael C! How are you doing Michael C?" "I'm doing fine Michael C, and you?") Padma snorted in irritation.
"Six years I was sure you'd grow out of that!" She said twisting her nose and Corner looked at her in an emotion akin to surprise.
"Padma! Darling. Your not jealous are you? I'd never forsake you." The Indian prefect rolled her eyes.
"This from the boy who talks non-stop about how seventh years hold far more intelligent conversations." The Hufflepuff's looked on in bemusement and Lisa simply pushed herself between Megan and Sophie.
"But Cho Chang loves my wit!" Michael declared for the hall to hear and Cho was walking with her friends turned to look at their table with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you Cho?" He yelled as he realised he had her attention.
"As much as Su Li loves your cooking." Cho replied in kind as a fellow Ravenclaw marched her out of the hall. Kevin and Paul who had entered just laughed. One with a guitar strapped across his back, the other holding what looked to be a baby Chimera.
"You do cook well don't you Corner." Said Paul laughing and Michael glared at him as they joined the Hufflepuff table. Kevin let out a squeak as the Chimera nipped Kevin with his tail for moving unexpectedly and they both began to pile their plates high.
"Eat your own food Ravenclaws!" Ernie said as Kevin grabbed a large piece of bacon that had been sitting in front of him and Paul looked at him in amusement.
"But Erns! I thought this was the Herbology table and the fifth years have taken over ours." It was true it seemed like a large portion of fifth years from all houses had taken over the Ravenclaw table. Apparently Snape had announced a quick potions written test and 5th years no matter which house were cramming as fast as humanly possible. Ernie glowered and Padma grinned.
"Do you remember those days?" She said sweetly and Michael Corner took the opportunity to drape his arms over Padma and guide her to sit down.
"The Ten of us in love for the summer." He said dramatically and Cornfoot rolled his eyes.
"You forgot Boot and Goldstein." Corner blinked and was going to comment when the baby Chimera bit his finger. He scowled. Paul, Kevin and himself had decided to do something out of the country during the holidays and had saved allowances and begged – actually Paul been the only one who did it elegantly with his guitar sitting in the middle of Liverpool trainstation. He'd been removed but only after he'd received enough money for them to go to wizarding Greece. The baby Chimera had taken a liking to Kevin and had even stalked him home when they'd portkeyed away.
"You lil'-" He began than looked at Kevin Entwhistle.
"I'm sure Hagrid would love the addition to his garden." The Chimera shrieked and went to hide under the Slytherin table which lead to a number of screams mostly from girls. Draco Malfoy's eyes met his as he grabbed a piece of egg and fed the Chimera. Kevin visibly shuddered. Malfoy hated the Chimera and the fact that it was not a 'pure animal' with it's lions head and upper body, goats lower body and behind and it's long scaly tail which ended in a snakes head. As it grow older it would grow the horns of a goat but that would take at least five more years. Draco thought that Lions and Snakes should never be part of the same being.
Kevin went to the Slytherin table to regain the Chimera called Hero, short for Herodotus. Jeers followed him back.
…One hour earlier…
"Maybe we should go look for her?" Millicent asked as Tracey was scanning through her trunk to find out if she need anything else.
"Dragonhide gloves. Check." The in descript brunette added as she put the thick gloves in her bag.
"I mean it's almost been three hours now. I think something might be wrong." Tracey rolled her eyes and wondered about the possibility of Millicent being related to a banshee. It could be wear her looks and her hair came from… or it could simply be lack of care in her physical appearance.
"She could've been ambushed by the sixth year Gryffindors. They really don't like her." She added worried and Tracey wondered if there was a possibility Millicent should've been in a different house. She simply cared too much about Pansy. That was not the Slytherin way. Slytherin's didn't care about anyone but themselves. When others had friendships, they had alliances. It stopped a lot of heartbreak.
"Or she could've been kissed by a prince and been turned into a lovely princess that looks similar to me." Daphne said and Millicent glared at Pansy's second and decided to stop pacing at least in front of her. Millicent nodded at Tracey and grabbed a thick leather bag.
"I'm going to see if there's anything I can do. See you in Herbology Davis." Millicent said and stalked out of the common room. Daphne rolled her eyes towards Tracey.
"Honesty, she cares far too much." Tracey agreed with her but was not going to tell the tall, blonde blue eyed girl that.
"She probally wants to move higher in the ranks, now that her half-brother is here." Daphne looked at the portrait door with amusement.
"Really? She's going to be in for a big surprise." Tracey looked up from her list of things to take to Herbology.
"You didn't do anything to cause a stir in the heirachy did you Daphne? I thought you were content to be Pansy's second." Daphne frowned and tilted her head.
"Why would I want that? I'm merely inquiring Tracey, dear if you want to move and take my position?" Tracey looked at the pureblood with a raised brow.
"What did you do that means you can play that deeply in house politics." She said slowly and Daphne opened her mouth.
"Your now looking at the new 'Malfoy's Girlfriend'" said an eerie voice with a slight irish lilt behind them. Tracey knew who it was but turned to meet the unnaturally blue eyes of one Lilith Moon anyway.
"Let me guess, Pansy caught you two in the middle of a heated session which involved stripping, kissing and basic teenage love. That's why she missed breakfast and is now sitting in Myrtle's bathroom to be comforted by Millicent when she arrives." Tracey's eyebrows went straight up at the sight of the girl with thick straight black hair, streaked with dark green strips. Lilith was never wrong.
"Daphne. You didn't?" Tracey said her mouth hanging open. Daphne smirked.
"Really, she shouldn't be so upset. It's not like we actually have friendships here, merely alliances." Daphne quoted Tracey's earlier thoughts and the words of the fifth year prefect that had shown them the rules of Slytherin.
"So, Tracey whose side do you choose? Pansy the has-been, or me?" Tracey knew the right path to take. After all, it's not like those in Slytherin had friendships. Millicent and sometimes Pansy forgot that. Nobody asked Lilith what she would do. The Irishwoman never cared about house politics and most groupwork she paired herself outside the house. She was, for lack of a better word, almost unapproachable and distant. She was a manipulator who lived to witness chaos. Tracey shivered.
"That answer should be obvious." Tracey stated slowly and picked up her canvas bag.
"Slytherin's for Herbology!" She called out and a thump was heard from the in the direction of the left wall as Theodore Nott and Vincent Crabbe made their way down stairs, each holding a thick bag. Lilith smirked as she picked up her own bag and waved tá-tá to Daphne. The next few weeks were definitely going be chaotic in the Slytherin year especially with Daphne picking up the pace. Tracey couldn't help but wonder if the change was a good thing or not.
…Half-an-Hour earlier…
"I feel so bad for Pansy." Millicent, Pansy's only supporter, was saying as the Slytherin's walked in the direction of the herbology department. The reactions of her fellow Slytherin's left room to be desired.
Tracey rolled her eyes heavenward.
Crabbe took another bite of the muffin that a house elf had kindly made him and said something that suspiciously sounded like.
"If Pansy was a muffin she'd be banana. Daphne would be strawberry. These muffins are nice."
Lilith let a smile grace her face as Qui Rivers joined their group from behind. It would be amusing to see how long it would be till the Slytherin's actually worked out that Qui was in actual fact a Gryffindor.
Theodore snorted an as Millicent turned to glare at him told her to start behaving like a Slytherin and not like a Gryffindor.
"I take offense to that." Said Qui quietly and Theodore whirled around to face the dark haired girl she shrugged.
"We do not act so sappy, I must say she acts like a Hufflepuff whose lost her chew toy." Slytherin's almost united against the silent brain till Theodore clicked his fingers.
"See! Even a Gryffindork thinks your not acting like a Slytherin." Qui mimicked him perfectly.
"Yeah, Bulstrode. Even a Gryffindor thinks your not acting like a spastic slytherin." Theodore glared at her and Qui did a curtsy and rushed on ahead to enter the darkened green house and attack Marianne Spinks from behind. The blonde hair squeaked in a high pitched note and they burst out laughing.
Paul Runcorn and Kevin Entwhistle, the boys that Marianne had band with rolled their eyes and Lilith smiled as Seamus Finnigan looked mildly affronted.
Everyone else was carried up in their own convesations and the Slytherin's had been the last to arrive out of the twenty students.
Quianna Rivers had been with their group had started to animatedly chat to her Marianne Spinks with the mere contributions of Paul, Kevin and Seamus.
Ernie was scolding Sophie Roper for doing something unladylike that was disgraceful behaviour for a witch while Justin and Megan seemed to think it was very amusing. The twinkle evident in Sophie's eye told all that whatever the Hufflepuff was yelling at her for had done had been on purpose. Noticing her clothes and her hair– her robes were open showing muggle jeans and a tartan shirt (that had probally been the reason Ernie was getting up her this time. He had a fond belief in pride in ones own tartan and Sophie had decided to wear the MacMillian tartan as a shirt. It was his not hers.) and her hair was a straw-blonde and had been tied in a shaggy plait (It was untidy apparently). It was easy to see why Ernie was yelling at her.
The two Michael's sat together with Lisa Turpin, Padma Patil and oddly enough the remaining Gryffindors; Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. They were talking avidly about something but Lilith paid no mind as to what. Millicent took one look at the situation and opened her mouth to complain – Pansy's, and non-Slytherin traits forgotten instantly when there was something new to do.
"Why is it so dark in here?" She demanded and before Hermione could answer with something intelligent she pointed her finger in Hermione's direction.
"Not you mudblood." Hermione lifted an eyebrow as if to say 'Your funeral.'
"I think we need some light." Millicent said and stalked to the middle of the room.
"Magnum Lumos." Hermione gasped as did some of the other Ravenclaws and students of the class as Millicent's eyes fell on the twenty pots of gigantic plants. Each had a steam – or as they looked like – trunk that two adult hands could only just touch each other. They had two colossal greenish leaves and the flower head were shaped like daffodils of assorted colour. Each head now was raising itself at the sight of the light, turning itself almost inside out to reveal what looked like a human head inside the heads themselves turned themselves and looked fascinated at the sight of the light. Slowly, each head began to sing a soft hymn that if they'd asked either Seamus or Lilith they'd say they it was a ballad of sorrow that there mother's used to sing to get them to sleep. Millicent blinked and tried to get rid of the light.
"It's too late, Bulstrode. They've been affected by the light. They won't go to sleep again." Hermione's dull voice penetrated the beautiful tune and Millicent went and tried to turn to glare at her and found herself unable to move.
"It's one of the protective aspects of the Hebecho, better known as the Narcissus Jeunetyleor Flower of Youth. It realises the tune to immobilise any predators before it begins to realise it's spores so nothing interrupts it's reproductive cycle when it begins. It should only take twenty-minutes. Don't worry, we'll be fine." Millicent felt anything but fine. She couldn't move but then Megan Jones gasped and uttered an entire sentence in Welsh, then realising what she'd done she translated it.
"Reproductive State? Neville! Are you saying that we can't friggin move and we'll have to watch flowers have sex." The boys in the room shuddered and Hermione burst out laughing.
"Jones? You're a halfblood! Didn't you hear in muggle science that plants reproduce asexually? It means that - " Four flowers began to release multicoloured, shiny spores into the air.
"Those spores are the like the male sperm, they'll float around and eventually land on in the area's where the flower germinates – or where the 'egg' is and that'll be it." Millicent felt like hurling, and five more flowers released their spores. The haunting song was also beginning to hurt her ears and make her feel drowsy.
"There's sperm floating around us!" Justin exclaimed and they all knew the condescending look Hermione gave him, eight more flowers started to emit their spores.
"There is another effect of hearing and witnessing the spores with them touching us." Neville whispered, his voice softer now as everyone began to feel the mind-numbing state of that only the haunting lilting hum of the song the Flower of Youth emits.
"And what's that?" asked someone from Qui's direction.
"… can't… remember…" Neville broke off as they all slumped down in their chairs or onto the floor where they'd been standing and that was how Professor Pomona found them all after the Narcissus Jeunetylehad finished its song and been germinated. The Multicoloured spores now ingrained in their skin.
She swore and that was the ended of Professor Pomona Spouts' good day.
Take Three! I tell you if you recognise this sort of thing from before… I apologize. I haven't gotten past the first few chapters each time so this time I decided to take a completely different approach. I've already written the next two chapters so so far it's got a good flow. I want you to comment about the length (I'm worried about that. It's the longest chapter story I've ever attempted. And It's kind of hard for me to edit because I lose track of the style I'm writing in. I promise later chapters won't have so many characters in I just wanted to get personalities across this time.) What do you think?
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