My first fic! I'm so excited. Anyway here goes...
Summary: Olympiya Blayton is a new student at Hogwarts, however it is all not what it seems.
Spoilers: I guess OotP and PoA, I will alert you to any others throughout. Spoilers are little way off yet so you can all sleep peacefully.
Rating: R, not quite yet. I know I hate it too when the author says in a while, but believe me there will be some writing worthy of the rating.
Disclaimer: *sob* I don't own them, don't sue I haven't got the cash.
Notes: This has a long way to go. This fic involves Hogwarts and beyond so hang on please the exits will be pointed out, however they are all locked!
Other: This has slash – Sirius/Remus, hurrah! Snape/OC, yey! Lots of Snape is good. We also have some violence for good measure.
Please Read and review all comments welcome!
~*The Inevitable Sorting*~
"Wyrall Blayton, Olympiya!" A shrill voice echoed through the great hall.
It reverberated off the decorated walls and the enchanted ceiling, of which resembled a starry night. The ever watchful table at the front, that was occupied by all the teachers, leaned forward slightly as it did with all students to see which path they would embark on.
A slight girl stepped forward to claim the seat and have the sorting hat placed upon her head. As the aging hat was put upon her, a strand of dark hair fell out of place, picking up her hand to move it back; voices began to interrupt her motion.
"Ah I can see what house you shall go to..." A musty voice shuddered as if it hadn't been used in centuries, carrying on it professed, "Clouded your future, plighted you will be, but your house will help you there. I see you are loyal, knowledgeable and thoughtful." The heavy voice then boomed, "You shall be in SLYTHERIN!"
Polite applause came from all tables; though amused faces came from the Slytherin table as well, another magical being to corrupt.
I sat down on my house table, anticipating the worse as the horror stories that have come from the train are nothing but of hate and evil behaviour. Others were called up to have their fate administered to them secretly. I didn't notice faces all I heard were names as my face was directed at the space between my feet. Another solemn face sat by me after a while, all I gathered was that his name was Severus Snape. It was only after the last name was called out and the headmaster read out a number of warnings and reminders, that food appeared along the newly filled tables. Every table was adorned with colours representing the house, then with completely filled students lazily talking about the coming year.
I noticed that the person next to me was about to start a conversation so I readied myself with the expected automatic answers.
"My name is Severus Snape, I didn't catch yours before."
"Olympiya Blayton."
"So...um...what lesson are you looking forward to?"
"Don't know really, my parents aren't magical, so I am not completely up with what lessons we have."
"How did you get here then?"
"I don't know..." This made me think how my parents actually found out about this place.
"I'm looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Sounds fascinating." I added dryly trying to mask it.
It was only a few minutes following that the food melted away from the plates and the students from their seats.
"Follow me Slytherins!"
"This way Ravenclaws!"
"Gryffindors, follow me this way!"
"Please, this way Hufflepuffs!"
The hall slowly emptied leaving behind the glorious magnitude that is the Great hall. Approaching the entrance to the Slytherin common room that would lead to the dorms the prefect proceeded to explain the function of the portrait and the password. I was immensely bored by this as I found it quite obvious.
"For the time being the password is broken glass." The sour face carried on, "we do this because of the troubles we have had with those from Gryffindor." Several mumbled curses followed.
Finding my comfortable bed I lay face down trying to steady my breathing from the conversation earlier. I hadn't realised it then but there was something about Severus that my finger had no grasp on. The other girls were already talking about which boys they wanted to get to know.
"Lucius Malfoy with that blonde hair is a dreamboat!" A plump girl fantacised.
"I know what you mean!" Her underweight counterpart replied.
"What do you think?"
I assumed that it was directed at me so I rolled over to face them and answered, "He's alright, looks a bit sickly if you want the truth."
"What-ever." The first girl retorted.
Knowing that I had to make friends I back tracked without changing my opinion. "It's just, he isn't my type. I prefer them dark and mysterious."
"Oh. Sorry. Jumped off the deep end then." She put forth her hand to offer her friendship, "I'm Angelina Parkinson and this is Kat Vidal."
"As in the feline? I'm Olympiya Blayton." I cut in shaking her hand.
Catching their disapproving looks I followed the down into the common room where most had gathered.
"Slytherin is not like any other house I'll have you know!"
A formidable woman screeched. Her tall stature filled the fireplace, as she stepped out, her shadow darkened the flames. The room of first years immediately silenced as she carried on, "I am the Slytherin head, my name is Professor Stainback."
My head lolled about, I already knew that I wasn't going to fit in, but deciding to make the most of it I became fixated on a familiar head of mussed hair. He was listening intently moving his head slightly from left to right at the right moments in masked agreement with our house head. Even now, in these first few hours I could see myself perpetually sat in her office mulling over why I got caught.
I thought to myself "I might as well have a bit of fun."
Summary: Olympiya Blayton is a new student at Hogwarts, however it is all not what it seems.
Spoilers: I guess OotP and PoA, I will alert you to any others throughout. Spoilers are little way off yet so you can all sleep peacefully.
Rating: R, not quite yet. I know I hate it too when the author says in a while, but believe me there will be some writing worthy of the rating.
Disclaimer: *sob* I don't own them, don't sue I haven't got the cash.
Notes: This has a long way to go. This fic involves Hogwarts and beyond so hang on please the exits will be pointed out, however they are all locked!
Other: This has slash – Sirius/Remus, hurrah! Snape/OC, yey! Lots of Snape is good. We also have some violence for good measure.
Please Read and review all comments welcome!
~*The Inevitable Sorting*~
"Wyrall Blayton, Olympiya!" A shrill voice echoed through the great hall.
It reverberated off the decorated walls and the enchanted ceiling, of which resembled a starry night. The ever watchful table at the front, that was occupied by all the teachers, leaned forward slightly as it did with all students to see which path they would embark on.
A slight girl stepped forward to claim the seat and have the sorting hat placed upon her head. As the aging hat was put upon her, a strand of dark hair fell out of place, picking up her hand to move it back; voices began to interrupt her motion.
"Ah I can see what house you shall go to..." A musty voice shuddered as if it hadn't been used in centuries, carrying on it professed, "Clouded your future, plighted you will be, but your house will help you there. I see you are loyal, knowledgeable and thoughtful." The heavy voice then boomed, "You shall be in SLYTHERIN!"
Polite applause came from all tables; though amused faces came from the Slytherin table as well, another magical being to corrupt.
I sat down on my house table, anticipating the worse as the horror stories that have come from the train are nothing but of hate and evil behaviour. Others were called up to have their fate administered to them secretly. I didn't notice faces all I heard were names as my face was directed at the space between my feet. Another solemn face sat by me after a while, all I gathered was that his name was Severus Snape. It was only after the last name was called out and the headmaster read out a number of warnings and reminders, that food appeared along the newly filled tables. Every table was adorned with colours representing the house, then with completely filled students lazily talking about the coming year.
I noticed that the person next to me was about to start a conversation so I readied myself with the expected automatic answers.
"My name is Severus Snape, I didn't catch yours before."
"Olympiya Blayton."
"So...um...what lesson are you looking forward to?"
"Don't know really, my parents aren't magical, so I am not completely up with what lessons we have."
"How did you get here then?"
"I don't know..." This made me think how my parents actually found out about this place.
"I'm looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Sounds fascinating." I added dryly trying to mask it.
It was only a few minutes following that the food melted away from the plates and the students from their seats.
"Follow me Slytherins!"
"This way Ravenclaws!"
"Gryffindors, follow me this way!"
"Please, this way Hufflepuffs!"
The hall slowly emptied leaving behind the glorious magnitude that is the Great hall. Approaching the entrance to the Slytherin common room that would lead to the dorms the prefect proceeded to explain the function of the portrait and the password. I was immensely bored by this as I found it quite obvious.
"For the time being the password is broken glass." The sour face carried on, "we do this because of the troubles we have had with those from Gryffindor." Several mumbled curses followed.
Finding my comfortable bed I lay face down trying to steady my breathing from the conversation earlier. I hadn't realised it then but there was something about Severus that my finger had no grasp on. The other girls were already talking about which boys they wanted to get to know.
"Lucius Malfoy with that blonde hair is a dreamboat!" A plump girl fantacised.
"I know what you mean!" Her underweight counterpart replied.
"What do you think?"
I assumed that it was directed at me so I rolled over to face them and answered, "He's alright, looks a bit sickly if you want the truth."
"What-ever." The first girl retorted.
Knowing that I had to make friends I back tracked without changing my opinion. "It's just, he isn't my type. I prefer them dark and mysterious."
"Oh. Sorry. Jumped off the deep end then." She put forth her hand to offer her friendship, "I'm Angelina Parkinson and this is Kat Vidal."
"As in the feline? I'm Olympiya Blayton." I cut in shaking her hand.
Catching their disapproving looks I followed the down into the common room where most had gathered.
"Slytherin is not like any other house I'll have you know!"
A formidable woman screeched. Her tall stature filled the fireplace, as she stepped out, her shadow darkened the flames. The room of first years immediately silenced as she carried on, "I am the Slytherin head, my name is Professor Stainback."
My head lolled about, I already knew that I wasn't going to fit in, but deciding to make the most of it I became fixated on a familiar head of mussed hair. He was listening intently moving his head slightly from left to right at the right moments in masked agreement with our house head. Even now, in these first few hours I could see myself perpetually sat in her office mulling over why I got caught.
I thought to myself "I might as well have a bit of fun."