A.N: Wee! Wee! Wee! Wee! *Gets cut off by a banana that is thrown at her head.* Fuc-* Gets cut off by another banana that is thrown at her head.* Shi-* Gets cut off by Haruka's space sword.* Damn-* Gets cut off by Hotaru's glaive.* Gah! *Starts sobbing.* Okay, okay! I'll get on with it, just stop abusing me!
Haruka: *Growls threateningly.*
Rainbow: Ahem. Anyway, this is gonna be fun! Yay! *Stops when she receives a few glares.* Erm, yeah. Anyway, this is based LOOSLY upon 'The Faculty'. Except...different. But there is a drug dealer, heh. Okay, read now.
Disclaimer: I don't own JKR's characters, she owns 'em. But I do own MY characters. So don't steal 'em.
*NOTICE*: This is an alternate universe fic, and it contains SLASH. As in m/m and f/f relationships. Don't deal? Then leave.
The Hydra and the Raven
Prologue
By ColorlessRainbow
Aero, New Mexico (1)
1999
The world was the same; bitter and antisocial. It would be same tonight, tomorrow, the next day and the day after that. I think I've finally figured that out now, and it particularly doesn't bother me. It wasn't like it was going to last out forever, anyway. It would slowly poison itself with its hate and shrivel to the ground. Then the empire of earth would be no more. Such a shame, isn't it?
I'm probably sounding like a malicious little son of a bitch, eh? Its not like I *try* to be, I just simply state the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. If people can't handle that then I guess they went get along with me very well. Speaking of which, I don't have very many friends. Sure, I have a few, but I don't spend my every breath of moment with them. I guess you could say I'm not very sociable. I preferred it that way as it was the only way I could avoid the moronic people that attended Adams High School. Being alone isn't that bad, at least no one pesters you with there pointless problems. And since ninety-nine percent of the school ignores me, I don't get rumors started about me. Lucky break for me, huh?
Sighing, I tossed my cigarette into the trashcan of the bathroom. Before I left the bathroom, I glanced at myself in one of the dirty, cracked mirrors. I looked decent, I decided. My unruly, ash-blonde hair could use a combing, but other then that I looked fine. I glanced at my watch, pushing the door of the bathroom open. I was going to be late for class...*again*. I'm surprised none of my teachers have given me a detention yet. But then again, they can be pretty clueless.
I sauntered down the almost-empty hall, hands stuffed in my pockets and head burrowed down towards my chest; eyes directly focused on the floor. Removing a pencil from behind my ear, I stopped in front of my first class for the day. I opened the door, and went in, not caring if I stirred attention to myself. My English teacher, Miss Anikan, eyed me narrowly as I took my seat, clutching a book tightly in her hands. I merely raised an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Malfoy." She said stiffly, turning her back to the class, facing the blackboard. I carelessly presumed she was probably going to write something and expected us to write it in our planners, which I obviously didn't have on me.
I shrugged, twirling my pencil between my fingers. "No problem. Just doing my duty to society."
She chose to ignore me, and turned back to the class, gesturing to someone, who I just now noticed, standing beside her. "Class, this is Harry Potter. He's a transfer student from England."
I frowned, leaning forwards in my desk. *Another* British transfer student? We already had two in the past four weeks. Hermione Granger, a girl with mounds of brown hair and a I'm-smarter-than-you kind of attitude. Ron Weasley, a guy with a hot temper and some sort of obsession with staring at people. I didn't get along with both of them; they were idiots. Why should I waste my time on them when I could be doing so many other things with it?
"Another one?" I drawled, placing my pencil back on my desk. "What're you guys doing there? Getting kicked out of school or something?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my desk again and said, "Nevermind." then added a, "dumbass" under my breath.
After the new boy said a few things about himself, he went to take a seat a few desks behind mine. I watched him carefully as he passed me, noting his slender, feminine-like figure beneath a sweater a size too big for him. He wasn't all that bad looking; beautiful green eyes and a mass of black hair. In fact, he bordered along the lines of being pretty, which was usually only something you found in an anime or something.
I was pulled from my train of thought when Miss Anikan's ear-shattering voice said, "All right. Please turn your book to page 105, if you will."
Of course, I didn't have my book so I just sat there and half-listened, half-thought. I stared blankly out the window, noticing the large oak tree that stood outside it. It was always hot in Aero, the sun was usually blistering down from the cloudless, blue sky. It only rained about once a month or sometimes it didn't at all, so I suppose that's what lead us to all our droughts and such. I didn't mind it, the heat that is, it was just another thing that I had grown use to after being here most of my life. if you lived here, you probably wouldn't complain either.
I twisted my head around, catching Harry out of the corner of my eye. He had his head burrowed in the book so I figured he was probably one of those all A students; something that I would never be. I was good in school, I just didn't want to focus my attention on it, or at least that's what my teachers say. Hermione sat next to me, yet another classic teachers pet. That girl just annoyed me to no end. She put on this act like she was shy and everything, but you know she isn't. Such a dumb, slutty bitch. But, of course, she was right up there with the jocks and the *beautiful* popular people. I didn't hate her because of that; I just hated her because I could.
Hate was the only thing that I could fully feel and completely understand. I didn't like to like other people, and I most certainly didn't like to love. They're all lies when someone tells you it. How can they be true when so many have been hurt by it? All though it's not like I would care or not. All the relationships I've been in were solely based on lust and sex. Some understood, and in a way I would guess they were a bit like me. As for the ones who didn't? I didn't care if I broke their hearts or not. It was their fault for getting involved with me, anyway. The girls are the ones who took it more seriously, who wanted more from the relationship. With guys, you didn't get it as much.
I did, once upon a time, believe I was in love. It was five years ago, when I was around thirteen. Unbelievably, I was quite popular back then and had a lot of friends. There was this one gorgeous boy a grade ahead of me that I ended up falling for. But when I told one of my friends, he freaked out on me and told the whole school. The guy I liked found out and the fucker said some nasty shit to me. I didn't cry or anything but it still hurt. And thus, is why I'm an outcast to society and no longer 'popular'. The results? I like it a hell of a lot better than when I was the center of attention.
My head snapped up when I heard Miss Anikan say my name. I blinked, looking at her, "What?"
She frowned at me, clucking her tongue in an annoyed fashion. "Mr. Malfoy, I really wish you'd pay attention. This will be on the test tomorrow."
I drew out a long breath, and retrieved my pencil back into my hand. Ripping a notebook of the desk next to mine with a small protest from its owner, I yanked out a sheet of paper before tossing it back to the annoyed girl. Placing the paper in front of me, I looked back up at my middle-aged teacher, waiting expectantly even if my intentions were intended to hold a spite of mockery in them. She nodded shortly, obviously overlooking the scorn and continued to the book.
She droned on and I didn't bother to take any notes; forgetting all about the paper and pencil. Finally, after what seemed hours, the class let out. I pulled myself from my seat, and ignoring the pointed look from Miss Anikan, I made my way from the classroom. On my way out I bumped into Harry. Already having my annoyance cited, I snarled, "Watch it, pretty boy."
Both of his eyebrows shot up in either amusement or shock; I wasn't quite sure. He said nothing, just brushed past me and continued his trek down the hall, disappearing behind a corner. I grumbled, and started the same way he did, heading towards my locker. When I reached it, I pulled the lock down after placing the code in it, and fished around for my math book. That was the only class that I actually paid attention in, as I found it the only interesting one and besides, it was easy.
With a sigh, I closed my locker and turned, heading to my next class. Day after day after day and class after class after class. It was all the same, I realized grudgingly. After awhile you would begin to think that nothing could stop your unbreakable schedule. Yes, after awhile you become oblivious to the rest of the world.
End Prologue.
End Notes: Well, wasn't that short? No slash in this chapter, may be some in the next chapter. The only way you'll find out is by reviewing. *Hint-hint-wink-wink.*
(1): No such town, you say? There is now. Anyway it's my story, my rules.
Haruka: *Growls threateningly.*
Rainbow: Ahem. Anyway, this is gonna be fun! Yay! *Stops when she receives a few glares.* Erm, yeah. Anyway, this is based LOOSLY upon 'The Faculty'. Except...different. But there is a drug dealer, heh. Okay, read now.
Disclaimer: I don't own JKR's characters, she owns 'em. But I do own MY characters. So don't steal 'em.
*NOTICE*: This is an alternate universe fic, and it contains SLASH. As in m/m and f/f relationships. Don't deal? Then leave.
The Hydra and the Raven
Prologue
By ColorlessRainbow
Aero, New Mexico (1)
1999
The world was the same; bitter and antisocial. It would be same tonight, tomorrow, the next day and the day after that. I think I've finally figured that out now, and it particularly doesn't bother me. It wasn't like it was going to last out forever, anyway. It would slowly poison itself with its hate and shrivel to the ground. Then the empire of earth would be no more. Such a shame, isn't it?
I'm probably sounding like a malicious little son of a bitch, eh? Its not like I *try* to be, I just simply state the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. If people can't handle that then I guess they went get along with me very well. Speaking of which, I don't have very many friends. Sure, I have a few, but I don't spend my every breath of moment with them. I guess you could say I'm not very sociable. I preferred it that way as it was the only way I could avoid the moronic people that attended Adams High School. Being alone isn't that bad, at least no one pesters you with there pointless problems. And since ninety-nine percent of the school ignores me, I don't get rumors started about me. Lucky break for me, huh?
Sighing, I tossed my cigarette into the trashcan of the bathroom. Before I left the bathroom, I glanced at myself in one of the dirty, cracked mirrors. I looked decent, I decided. My unruly, ash-blonde hair could use a combing, but other then that I looked fine. I glanced at my watch, pushing the door of the bathroom open. I was going to be late for class...*again*. I'm surprised none of my teachers have given me a detention yet. But then again, they can be pretty clueless.
I sauntered down the almost-empty hall, hands stuffed in my pockets and head burrowed down towards my chest; eyes directly focused on the floor. Removing a pencil from behind my ear, I stopped in front of my first class for the day. I opened the door, and went in, not caring if I stirred attention to myself. My English teacher, Miss Anikan, eyed me narrowly as I took my seat, clutching a book tightly in her hands. I merely raised an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Malfoy." She said stiffly, turning her back to the class, facing the blackboard. I carelessly presumed she was probably going to write something and expected us to write it in our planners, which I obviously didn't have on me.
I shrugged, twirling my pencil between my fingers. "No problem. Just doing my duty to society."
She chose to ignore me, and turned back to the class, gesturing to someone, who I just now noticed, standing beside her. "Class, this is Harry Potter. He's a transfer student from England."
I frowned, leaning forwards in my desk. *Another* British transfer student? We already had two in the past four weeks. Hermione Granger, a girl with mounds of brown hair and a I'm-smarter-than-you kind of attitude. Ron Weasley, a guy with a hot temper and some sort of obsession with staring at people. I didn't get along with both of them; they were idiots. Why should I waste my time on them when I could be doing so many other things with it?
"Another one?" I drawled, placing my pencil back on my desk. "What're you guys doing there? Getting kicked out of school or something?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my desk again and said, "Nevermind." then added a, "dumbass" under my breath.
After the new boy said a few things about himself, he went to take a seat a few desks behind mine. I watched him carefully as he passed me, noting his slender, feminine-like figure beneath a sweater a size too big for him. He wasn't all that bad looking; beautiful green eyes and a mass of black hair. In fact, he bordered along the lines of being pretty, which was usually only something you found in an anime or something.
I was pulled from my train of thought when Miss Anikan's ear-shattering voice said, "All right. Please turn your book to page 105, if you will."
Of course, I didn't have my book so I just sat there and half-listened, half-thought. I stared blankly out the window, noticing the large oak tree that stood outside it. It was always hot in Aero, the sun was usually blistering down from the cloudless, blue sky. It only rained about once a month or sometimes it didn't at all, so I suppose that's what lead us to all our droughts and such. I didn't mind it, the heat that is, it was just another thing that I had grown use to after being here most of my life. if you lived here, you probably wouldn't complain either.
I twisted my head around, catching Harry out of the corner of my eye. He had his head burrowed in the book so I figured he was probably one of those all A students; something that I would never be. I was good in school, I just didn't want to focus my attention on it, or at least that's what my teachers say. Hermione sat next to me, yet another classic teachers pet. That girl just annoyed me to no end. She put on this act like she was shy and everything, but you know she isn't. Such a dumb, slutty bitch. But, of course, she was right up there with the jocks and the *beautiful* popular people. I didn't hate her because of that; I just hated her because I could.
Hate was the only thing that I could fully feel and completely understand. I didn't like to like other people, and I most certainly didn't like to love. They're all lies when someone tells you it. How can they be true when so many have been hurt by it? All though it's not like I would care or not. All the relationships I've been in were solely based on lust and sex. Some understood, and in a way I would guess they were a bit like me. As for the ones who didn't? I didn't care if I broke their hearts or not. It was their fault for getting involved with me, anyway. The girls are the ones who took it more seriously, who wanted more from the relationship. With guys, you didn't get it as much.
I did, once upon a time, believe I was in love. It was five years ago, when I was around thirteen. Unbelievably, I was quite popular back then and had a lot of friends. There was this one gorgeous boy a grade ahead of me that I ended up falling for. But when I told one of my friends, he freaked out on me and told the whole school. The guy I liked found out and the fucker said some nasty shit to me. I didn't cry or anything but it still hurt. And thus, is why I'm an outcast to society and no longer 'popular'. The results? I like it a hell of a lot better than when I was the center of attention.
My head snapped up when I heard Miss Anikan say my name. I blinked, looking at her, "What?"
She frowned at me, clucking her tongue in an annoyed fashion. "Mr. Malfoy, I really wish you'd pay attention. This will be on the test tomorrow."
I drew out a long breath, and retrieved my pencil back into my hand. Ripping a notebook of the desk next to mine with a small protest from its owner, I yanked out a sheet of paper before tossing it back to the annoyed girl. Placing the paper in front of me, I looked back up at my middle-aged teacher, waiting expectantly even if my intentions were intended to hold a spite of mockery in them. She nodded shortly, obviously overlooking the scorn and continued to the book.
She droned on and I didn't bother to take any notes; forgetting all about the paper and pencil. Finally, after what seemed hours, the class let out. I pulled myself from my seat, and ignoring the pointed look from Miss Anikan, I made my way from the classroom. On my way out I bumped into Harry. Already having my annoyance cited, I snarled, "Watch it, pretty boy."
Both of his eyebrows shot up in either amusement or shock; I wasn't quite sure. He said nothing, just brushed past me and continued his trek down the hall, disappearing behind a corner. I grumbled, and started the same way he did, heading towards my locker. When I reached it, I pulled the lock down after placing the code in it, and fished around for my math book. That was the only class that I actually paid attention in, as I found it the only interesting one and besides, it was easy.
With a sigh, I closed my locker and turned, heading to my next class. Day after day after day and class after class after class. It was all the same, I realized grudgingly. After awhile you would begin to think that nothing could stop your unbreakable schedule. Yes, after awhile you become oblivious to the rest of the world.
End Prologue.
End Notes: Well, wasn't that short? No slash in this chapter, may be some in the next chapter. The only way you'll find out is by reviewing. *Hint-hint-wink-wink.*
(1): No such town, you say? There is now. Anyway it's my story, my rules.