The Black Pegasus

by Idahohorsegirl92

Summary: This is set in at the beginning of sixth year. Nice Draco, Harry friendship. Somewhat nice Severus. Will be future... happiness... between Sev and Velni. Nothing in detail.

Authors Note: I hope I can finish this. I think that my mind is obsessed with this one enough that I'll have too. Anyway, I have no idea where this came from so I'm just going with it. Hope you like it!

Night. Darkness. The unknown. That is why I am feared. The Wand Users feared us, they did not wait to see that we are not evil but as good as our white cousins. My name is Velni, it means true. I am 735 years old. That last of my kind, alone. I am... the Black Pegasus.

HP

My reason for standing in this crowded alley suddenly doesn't seem so worth it. A curtain of the blackest, straight hair hides me from the Wand Users. To them, I look like every sulky sixteen year old. I am doomed no matter what. Headmaster Dumbledore already accepted me after some fancy correspondence on my part.

My right hand fiddles with the shrunken black trunk in my robe pocket. My new wand is ironically made of elm and unicorn hair.

Another cousin. I snort to myself as the thought crosses my mind.

Suddenly, I feel the reason for my being here walk past me within a herd of red-headed Wanders. I see a shock of messy black hair and I smile to myself. The cries of agony that I've felt for five years has been coming from him, and he finally has a face. I've seen him on the papers distributing news. Harry Potter.

Still smiling, a pair of green eyes spot me and widen as he takes in my appearance. A group pass in front of me and I take my opportunity to silently leave the alley.

September 1, 1996

Trains. Filthy things that pollute my Earth. The Hogwarts Express is run by magic and so I don't mind. The platform has long ago disappeared and I find myself watching the landscape pass by. No-one has paid me a mind and I don't care at all. I've heard about the pureblood obsession from passers by and I don't care. I am a pureblood by any other name. Just not as what they all think. My school robes already on, I have nothing to do but wait for arrival.

A long ride later, the moon has risen and I rise to follow the others onto the platform.

" First years! First years o'er here!" a gruff voice yells above the melee that is a bunch of young humans in the same place. I walk towards the half-giant with the pigmies watching me in near awe.

Oooooo. This is going to be fun. Not. I think with an idol concern for my sanity.

I slide into an empty boat and ignore the poor souls who got stuck with me. My first sight of Hogwarts is amazing, even to me, but a part of me can't help but think this is where they all learned to kill us.

After the boats land I step out and follow them into a room with a stern woman giving instructions to wait here until their ready.

I sigh and lean against a wall. Every muscle in my new body tight as a string.

" Who are you?" a young boy asks.

I peer at him through my hair, wary of all the eyes staring at me. Opting not to answer, I glance at the doors the woman disappeared through, willing her to return.

Finally she comes back and leads us to a large room with four long tables full of children. Great. I plead insanity! Glaring the whole time that the names are called one after the other I almost miss mine.

" Zanel, Velni."

Not that it is necessary. I'm the last to be called. I sit down and a black cloth is placed on my head. A small voice whispers in my ear, " Ah... finally, something new and exciting. A black pegasus? Very rare indeed. What brings you here?"

" To make the lives of the pained better. Don't know why, but I am" I answer back in my mind.

A low chuckle, " Yes. I can see it. You fear more than you can ever hate the witches and wizards who killed the others. You come here now to help, not to hurt. The one who brought you here... Mr. Potter? Oh, yes. Only he could have attracted your attention enough."

I sigh, " Not to be rude, but can you move on? I can feel more hurt and evil magic in this room than I've felt in a long time."

"Mmmmm. Yes, yes. Very well. Now, lets see here. You are very courageous to have come, and your Mr. Potter is in this house... Gryffindor?"

I stop to think about it but it doesn't feel right. I tell this to the ratty old hat.

" No? Very well. You though this through and you have a wonderful mind. Ravenclaw?"

" No."

The hat sighs, " You are difficult. I know that you are loyal to those who deserve it, but you would not fit in Hufflepuff I fear. That only leaves one house. Are you sure? It might cause an uproar for your kinds name if you do."

As much sense as the hat is making, I had long ago thought of my reasons, " Yes."

" So be it. You shall go to SLYTHERIN!" the last word is yelled out loud and one of the tables erupt in applause. I take the hat off, hand it to the frowning woman, and walk to that table. I ignore most of them as I sit down. Just glad that I've made it this far.

I can feel evil magic and pain coming from a blond young man down the table. A girl next to him calls him " Draco." I smile at the name. Dragon. Figures.

Food of every kind appears and the gasps of the first years is almost comical, and everyone launches at the feast. My upper lip curls slightly at all the meats before me. Grabbing a few apples and a piece of bread, I eat the meal, not caring about the curious glances I am attracting.

When I finish eating, I wait for the others to finish so that I can begin helping. I will help Dragon tonight when all sleep. Then I will rest. Tomorrow I do not know how I will proceed. I sigh as we are given leave and I follow the others of my new house down to the dungeons. I nearly choke with laughter at the password. " Pureblood."

No imagination.

Everyone lines up and focuses on the entrance from first to seventh year. I don't care, I'm leaning in the shadows out of sight. When a pale, thin man in black robes enters, I can feel that he hurts as much as Harry Potter. Sighing again, I realize just how busy I'm going to be here. I listen to the pained man talk but I don't hear the words. As the man turns in a whirl of robes and the other move off, I follow them, planning all the way.

A/N: Soooo? What do you think? Good? Bad? Love it? Hate it?