Heya guys! Having just finished Deathly Hallows, I naturally wanted to write a Harry Potter fanfic, so here it is. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes cuz I don't have spellcheck. I'll do my best! Also, this is set in the 4th book / Goblet of Fire.

Disclaimer : I don't own 'The Boy Who Lived.'

The Purest Blood - Chapter 1 : New Arrival

"This is our new student, Jet Black." Severus Snape announced in his usual drawl, to the rather bored-looking potions class before us.

"Is she a pureblood?" blurted out a tall Sytherin boy with short white-blond hair.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" retorted a lanky Gryffindor boy with red hair and loads of freckles.

A ripple of appreciative laughter spread across the Gryffindor table and the rather pleased-looking red haired boy was patted on the back in congratulations by those nearest to him.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," Snape snapped, instantly silencing them."Weasley, learn to keep your mouth shut. And yes - Draco, she is pureblood." He gestured to the Slytherin table and I ended up sat, much to my displeasure, right next to Draco. The potions class was rather uneventful. I failed miserably at making Wolfsbane potion, earning me a detention, which isn't so bad because Malfoy got one too, this geeky Gryffindor girl got it perfect though. As we were leaving the dungeon I caught up to the red-haired Weasley kid and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, um...thanks, for back there." I murmured to him, as so none of my house, Slytherin, would hear. They wouldn't approve of me talking to a Gryffindor, not that I give a damn what they think. My cousin Sirius was a Gryffindor when he was at Hogwarts.(1) The boy blinked, looking suprised at my thanks.

"It was nothing, I can't stick Malfoy, I'm Ron by the way!" he said, slightly nervously, holding out a large hand. "You seem okay for a Slytherin."

I laughed and shook his hand, "And you seem okay for a Gryffindor!" I joked "Anyway, I'm Jet! See ya around!" And then I jogged forward to catch up with my fellow Slytherins as they headed back to the common room, I stuck close behind them, I didn't want to get lost! 'Or,' I added, mentally, 'locked out, I don't know the password, after all.'

As we headed through winding passageways and dark corridors a staircase came into view.

"Be careful," A Sytherin girl I didn't know warned me, "The stairs...like to change."

She wasn't half right! The staircases were massive and led up so far that I couldn't see the topmost floor; and they all moved, parts of the stairs broke off from others and turned and twisted so that they led to a different floor than they had a few moments before. I gasped.

"Bloody hell." I muttered in my generic British accent.

The girl turned around and laughed at my stunned expression, "It's not that bad!" I merely nodded and followed her, 'At least someone in my house is being nice to me,' I thought, running my fingers nevously through my long black hair as we continued decending the seemingly endless staircase. Finally, after what must have been at least 10 minutes of just climbing on and on, we reached a door in what must have been the dungeon.

"Armadillo bile." drawled a horribly familiar cold voice in a monotone.

Draco. I glared at the back of his bleach-blond head, hoping it would explode or something. Sadly, it didn't and the door swung open at his command to reveal a large, dark room, dimly lit by strange green lights, skulls randomly dotted around rather artistically. 'This my kind of room'

The girl who had helped me before turned to me again and said, "Oh! I didn't introduce myself, how rude of me! I'm Pansy Parkinson!"

"Jet Black." I replied, nodding politely.

Pansy leaned closer to me and added, in a whisper, "What do you think of Draco, super hot or what?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'll go for ' or what', he seems a bit of a prat to me."

Pansy giggled girlishly, "Suit yourself, I'll show you to the dorms shall I?"

I nodded again, I felt like bunking early, I was tired, and maybe just maybe, when I woke up, Malfoy would have died of some sort of disease, yeah.

"Earth to Jet, come in Jet!" Pansy was saying, snapping me out of my 'happy' thoughts, "I thought I'd lost you for a moment there, this is the Sytherin 4th year's girl dorm." She added, swinging open an old wooden door that let out a protesting creeeeaaaaak.

The dorm was as morbid and dimly lit as the common room, Pansy ran and jumped on her bed with a contented sigh, burying her face in the pillow .

I gestured to the bed next to hers, "Is this free?" I asked.

"Yup." she replied, her voice muffled, as her face was still buried in her pillow.

"Good." I murmured, more to myself than Pansy and collapsed dramatically on the bed. I was both happy and suprised to find that the beds were not rock hard but were actually, suprisingly comfortable. Quickly, I changed into my pyjamas, and slid into bed shivering and pulling the thin, emerald green, snake embroidered blankets over me. I closed my ice blue eyes and allowed a dreamless sleep to engulf me...

(1.) Yup, Sirius Black's her cousin

Well, that was fun! Sorry for the crappy ending but I was running out of plot bunnies. Next chapter should be up before Friday, cuz on Friday I'm going on holiday for a week.

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