Forgiven, Fallen
By Quicksilver Fallen
Author's Note: This is NOT in any way a slash or romance story. Anyone is welcome to read it, for it is not insulting to anyone. If someone finds the story offensive, please talk to me, and we can sort it out.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters, except for Val Lethon, okay?
Harry Potter hoisted his groggy self up from a warm bed. It was September 1st, the beginning of his new term. He walked swiftly down the creaky stairs to the kitchen, bumping into a bleary-eyed Ron Weasley.
"OW!" yelled Ron, "What'd you do that for Harry?' he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry Ron- Didn't see you there." Answered Harry, who was trying to work a magical toaster. He wanted to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible. It seemed Ron wanted to do the exact opposite.
A plump woman with flaming red hair, Mrs. Weasley, pulled up a chair and sat down at the kitchen table.
"We'd best be going soon." She stated, looking at the clock, "The train leaves in two hours. Ron, you have your things packed?"
"Yes Mum." Said Ron with a stifled yawn; "I'm so tired."
"Serves you right for going to bed so late. Now go wake up your sister, Fred, and George." The woman ordered.
"Yes Mum." Obeyed Ron with another yawn as he walked like a zombie towards the hallway.
"Seems you're up and ready to go, Harry." Remarked Mrs. Weasley.
"Cant wait 'till we get to Hogwarts." Said Harry.
"I see that." said Mrs. Weasley with a chuckle.
Fred and George stumbled into the kitchen. They had obviously dressed while they were half-asleep. George's sweater was inside out, and Fred was wearing a large sock on his head, having mistaken it for a hat. Ron and Harry stifled their laughter. Ginny walked timidly into the room, blushing a fierce shade of red when she met Harry's gaze.
They all sat down to eat a rushed breakfast, each of them stuffing food into their mouths. Ron has finished gulping down his orange juice, and Mrs. Weasley announced,
"Okay, we should be off." She motioned to the door, and they jumped into a few black cars supplied by the ministry,
Hedwig didn't have such a great time in the car, Fred's Wet-Start, Filibuster Fireworks exploded next to her cage when George spilled a bottle of water. The fireworks has singed her feathers and dented her cage, making her an irritable and annoying owl for a while.
The car stopped abruptly outside London Station. They all walked in, and easily found Platform 9 ¾. Harry and Ron met up with Hermione in compartment 3.
"Hello Harry, I missed you! You too Ron!" she shouted gleefully, her lap filled with books.
"Hey Hermione," questioned Ron, "Don't you ever stop it with the books?"
"Arithmancy is a wonderful subject Ron! Come on and sit down." Harry and Ron did so. The rest of the compartment was near empty. There was a group of Ravenclaws, and near the back of the compartment sat a girl none of them had ever seen before. She had short blond hair, a fair, thin face, blue eyes, and was already wearing her Hogwarts robes. She looked around the age of a 5th year.
"Who's she?" Harry asked Hermione in a whisper. "I haven't seen her before, and she's definitely not a 1st year,"
"I don't know," answered Hermione, "You ask her yourself."
"I will then." Said Harry with a determined grin, as he headed over to the blonde girl, who was drawing something in a sketchbook.
"I haven't seen you here." Harry said to the stranger. "What's your name?"
"Val." She answered, "Val Lethon."
"My name's Harry Potter. You're new to Hogwarts?"
Val's eyebrows raised involuntarily at the words 'Harry Potter' but she kept the conversation going.
"Yes, I'm a transfer. From Durmstrang."
Harry paused for a moment. At Durmstrang kids were taught the Dark Arts, and the headmaster of the school was an ex-Death-Eater. However, Viktor Krum, who was from Durmstrang, was very nice. Harry figured he shouldn't be prejudiced against Val.
"Which house do you think you'll be in?" he asked her curiously, hoping she'd be in Gryffindor. It seemed to be the better house at welcoming people.
"Slytherin." She said shortly, almost as if she desired to be in that dark house.
"Seriously? You know," he lowered his voice to an almost-whisper, "Slytherin turned out a lot of Dark Wizards. I doubt you want to be serving Voldem- I mean, You-Know-Who."
"No, I don't. I just think I'll be in Slytherin. I doubt that it's really that bad." Val said with confidence in her voice.
"It is that bad." Answered Harry.
"I have a feeling you're against the Slytherin house." Said Val, with some sarcasm in her voice. Harry was oddly reminded of Professor Trelawney, always having feelings about things and making lame predictions, she was.
"Well yeah." Harry admitted. "Draco Malfoy has been making my life miserable since day 1. Him and his gelled up hair. he thinks he's so perfect, going around calling people Mudbloods." Harry told her, a deep hatred soaking his words.
"What?" broke in Val, "What's so bad about the word Mudblood?"
"You're kidding me. Mudblood is a horrible insult for someone to hear." Replied Harry; this girl was confusing him.
"At my old school, they use it all the time."
"Oh." said Harry with realization, "I suggest you not say it around here, people, including me, really take offense."
"Thanks, Ill be sure not to say that here." Said Val, "So, about this Draco character, I should avoid him?"
"If you're a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, yes. He's a lazy prejudiced git."
"Hmm. I'll take that advice. I prefer to stay on the better side of people."
"Me too," replied Harry, "I guess Ill see you around."
"See ya." Said Val as Harry turned to leave, and she turned back to her sketchbook.
Harry approached Ron and Hermione.
"Soo. Who was she?" asked Ron, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Val Lethon, she's from Durmstrang."
"Really?" questioned Hermione, "Did she say anything about Viktor?" she had gotten close to Krum after she had stayed with him over the holidays. Some were starting to spread rumors of love blossoming. Ron refused to believe them.
"Nope, the one thing she said about her school was that everyone said Mudblood (Hermione flinched) a lot." Said Harry to his two friends while munching on a chocolate frog.
"Which house do you think she'll be in?" asked Hermione yet again, oddly curious about this new girl.
"She thinks Slytherin, and I think she likes it." Replied Harry with disgust.
"Either she doesn't know what she's talking about, or she's plain old mad." Said Ron with a snicker.
"I doubt both of those. She had some sense. I think her parents are Death- Eaters."
"Oh come on you two!" broke in Hermione, "Don't cook up rumors about someone we've just met! She's not a Malfoy."
"She seemed cool on the subject of Malfoy though, as if the fact that his parents are Death-Eater's didn't scare her in the least bit." Said Harry in a whisper.
"Give her a chance Harry, she might be in Gryffindor, you never know. I hope she is." Remarked Hermione.
"Me too." Said Ron and Harry at the same time; all of them giggled at the irregular timing of their remarks.
"Wonder where Malfoy's gotten to," commented Ron, as if he were talking about the clouds in the sky, "Wouldn't we have heard a ton of his fat lip by now?"
"Probably skulking somewhere with Crabbe and Goyle." Answered Harry darkly.
At that precise moment the compartment's door creaked open, Draco Malfoy slipping silently into the opening. His skin, if possible, was paler than ever imaginable, a haunting white. His silver-gray eyes were blank, his face emotionless. His robes hung extremely loose around his body, making it look like he had lost 35 pounds in two days. Malfoy sat in the very back of the compartment with out an insult, or even a word. He was completely alone.
"Speak of the Devil, literally." Muttered Ron.
"Wonder what's up with him." commented Hermione, a little above a whisper to ensure Malfoy couldn't hear.
"Maybe mean old Daddy probwy didn't get little Draco a Firebwolt like he pwomised." said Ron into Harry and Hermione's ears, imitating a baby's voice. All three of them burst into laughter. In the back, Malfoy seemed unaffected by this, resting his pointed chin in his hands, his eyes gazing out the window.
The train slowed to a stop as Val put her notebook back into her pack. She tried to shake off her nervous feelings, as everyone got off the train. Val stepped out onto the pavement, and got her first look at Hogwarts.
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~Quicksilver Fallen~
By Quicksilver Fallen
Author's Note: This is NOT in any way a slash or romance story. Anyone is welcome to read it, for it is not insulting to anyone. If someone finds the story offensive, please talk to me, and we can sort it out.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters, except for Val Lethon, okay?
Harry Potter hoisted his groggy self up from a warm bed. It was September 1st, the beginning of his new term. He walked swiftly down the creaky stairs to the kitchen, bumping into a bleary-eyed Ron Weasley.
"OW!" yelled Ron, "What'd you do that for Harry?' he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry Ron- Didn't see you there." Answered Harry, who was trying to work a magical toaster. He wanted to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible. It seemed Ron wanted to do the exact opposite.
A plump woman with flaming red hair, Mrs. Weasley, pulled up a chair and sat down at the kitchen table.
"We'd best be going soon." She stated, looking at the clock, "The train leaves in two hours. Ron, you have your things packed?"
"Yes Mum." Said Ron with a stifled yawn; "I'm so tired."
"Serves you right for going to bed so late. Now go wake up your sister, Fred, and George." The woman ordered.
"Yes Mum." Obeyed Ron with another yawn as he walked like a zombie towards the hallway.
"Seems you're up and ready to go, Harry." Remarked Mrs. Weasley.
"Cant wait 'till we get to Hogwarts." Said Harry.
"I see that." said Mrs. Weasley with a chuckle.
Fred and George stumbled into the kitchen. They had obviously dressed while they were half-asleep. George's sweater was inside out, and Fred was wearing a large sock on his head, having mistaken it for a hat. Ron and Harry stifled their laughter. Ginny walked timidly into the room, blushing a fierce shade of red when she met Harry's gaze.
They all sat down to eat a rushed breakfast, each of them stuffing food into their mouths. Ron has finished gulping down his orange juice, and Mrs. Weasley announced,
"Okay, we should be off." She motioned to the door, and they jumped into a few black cars supplied by the ministry,
Hedwig didn't have such a great time in the car, Fred's Wet-Start, Filibuster Fireworks exploded next to her cage when George spilled a bottle of water. The fireworks has singed her feathers and dented her cage, making her an irritable and annoying owl for a while.
The car stopped abruptly outside London Station. They all walked in, and easily found Platform 9 ¾. Harry and Ron met up with Hermione in compartment 3.
"Hello Harry, I missed you! You too Ron!" she shouted gleefully, her lap filled with books.
"Hey Hermione," questioned Ron, "Don't you ever stop it with the books?"
"Arithmancy is a wonderful subject Ron! Come on and sit down." Harry and Ron did so. The rest of the compartment was near empty. There was a group of Ravenclaws, and near the back of the compartment sat a girl none of them had ever seen before. She had short blond hair, a fair, thin face, blue eyes, and was already wearing her Hogwarts robes. She looked around the age of a 5th year.
"Who's she?" Harry asked Hermione in a whisper. "I haven't seen her before, and she's definitely not a 1st year,"
"I don't know," answered Hermione, "You ask her yourself."
"I will then." Said Harry with a determined grin, as he headed over to the blonde girl, who was drawing something in a sketchbook.
"I haven't seen you here." Harry said to the stranger. "What's your name?"
"Val." She answered, "Val Lethon."
"My name's Harry Potter. You're new to Hogwarts?"
Val's eyebrows raised involuntarily at the words 'Harry Potter' but she kept the conversation going.
"Yes, I'm a transfer. From Durmstrang."
Harry paused for a moment. At Durmstrang kids were taught the Dark Arts, and the headmaster of the school was an ex-Death-Eater. However, Viktor Krum, who was from Durmstrang, was very nice. Harry figured he shouldn't be prejudiced against Val.
"Which house do you think you'll be in?" he asked her curiously, hoping she'd be in Gryffindor. It seemed to be the better house at welcoming people.
"Slytherin." She said shortly, almost as if she desired to be in that dark house.
"Seriously? You know," he lowered his voice to an almost-whisper, "Slytherin turned out a lot of Dark Wizards. I doubt you want to be serving Voldem- I mean, You-Know-Who."
"No, I don't. I just think I'll be in Slytherin. I doubt that it's really that bad." Val said with confidence in her voice.
"It is that bad." Answered Harry.
"I have a feeling you're against the Slytherin house." Said Val, with some sarcasm in her voice. Harry was oddly reminded of Professor Trelawney, always having feelings about things and making lame predictions, she was.
"Well yeah." Harry admitted. "Draco Malfoy has been making my life miserable since day 1. Him and his gelled up hair. he thinks he's so perfect, going around calling people Mudbloods." Harry told her, a deep hatred soaking his words.
"What?" broke in Val, "What's so bad about the word Mudblood?"
"You're kidding me. Mudblood is a horrible insult for someone to hear." Replied Harry; this girl was confusing him.
"At my old school, they use it all the time."
"Oh." said Harry with realization, "I suggest you not say it around here, people, including me, really take offense."
"Thanks, Ill be sure not to say that here." Said Val, "So, about this Draco character, I should avoid him?"
"If you're a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, yes. He's a lazy prejudiced git."
"Hmm. I'll take that advice. I prefer to stay on the better side of people."
"Me too," replied Harry, "I guess Ill see you around."
"See ya." Said Val as Harry turned to leave, and she turned back to her sketchbook.
Harry approached Ron and Hermione.
"Soo. Who was she?" asked Ron, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Val Lethon, she's from Durmstrang."
"Really?" questioned Hermione, "Did she say anything about Viktor?" she had gotten close to Krum after she had stayed with him over the holidays. Some were starting to spread rumors of love blossoming. Ron refused to believe them.
"Nope, the one thing she said about her school was that everyone said Mudblood (Hermione flinched) a lot." Said Harry to his two friends while munching on a chocolate frog.
"Which house do you think she'll be in?" asked Hermione yet again, oddly curious about this new girl.
"She thinks Slytherin, and I think she likes it." Replied Harry with disgust.
"Either she doesn't know what she's talking about, or she's plain old mad." Said Ron with a snicker.
"I doubt both of those. She had some sense. I think her parents are Death- Eaters."
"Oh come on you two!" broke in Hermione, "Don't cook up rumors about someone we've just met! She's not a Malfoy."
"She seemed cool on the subject of Malfoy though, as if the fact that his parents are Death-Eater's didn't scare her in the least bit." Said Harry in a whisper.
"Give her a chance Harry, she might be in Gryffindor, you never know. I hope she is." Remarked Hermione.
"Me too." Said Ron and Harry at the same time; all of them giggled at the irregular timing of their remarks.
"Wonder where Malfoy's gotten to," commented Ron, as if he were talking about the clouds in the sky, "Wouldn't we have heard a ton of his fat lip by now?"
"Probably skulking somewhere with Crabbe and Goyle." Answered Harry darkly.
At that precise moment the compartment's door creaked open, Draco Malfoy slipping silently into the opening. His skin, if possible, was paler than ever imaginable, a haunting white. His silver-gray eyes were blank, his face emotionless. His robes hung extremely loose around his body, making it look like he had lost 35 pounds in two days. Malfoy sat in the very back of the compartment with out an insult, or even a word. He was completely alone.
"Speak of the Devil, literally." Muttered Ron.
"Wonder what's up with him." commented Hermione, a little above a whisper to ensure Malfoy couldn't hear.
"Maybe mean old Daddy probwy didn't get little Draco a Firebwolt like he pwomised." said Ron into Harry and Hermione's ears, imitating a baby's voice. All three of them burst into laughter. In the back, Malfoy seemed unaffected by this, resting his pointed chin in his hands, his eyes gazing out the window.
The train slowed to a stop as Val put her notebook back into her pack. She tried to shake off her nervous feelings, as everyone got off the train. Val stepped out onto the pavement, and got her first look at Hogwarts.
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~Quicksilver Fallen~