I don't own Harry Potter, and I'm not claiming to be JK. So you can't sue me. This story is an original fic, so sorcerers are different. They aren't human, a very rare bunch of wizards.
They are born when lightening strikes marble.
Sorcerers are a part of mythology, they have white eyelashes, dark wavy hair, and can't get sick or sleep. They can fly, and only need to air to live. But they can eat/drink for the pleasure of it.
They don't have any family, and are pretty tall. (Boys around 6'4, and girls about 5'10)
It's important to know a charachter, so I'll be using lots of stuff from our world. You can hear Eris's favorite band at www.TheVines.com, to sort of see what stuff she likes. (Get Free is the best song!)
ERIS is prounounced (Air-is), and Bronwyn in pronounced (BRON-WIN).
There will be some romance in this story, but it isn't a soap opera.
The idea of this story just popped into my my head, when I thought how horrible it would be. ^_^
DON'T WORRY, EVEN IF IT MAY SEEM LIKE I WAS HEADED FOR THIS, ERIS IS NOT A LONG LOST RELATIVE TO THE MALFOYS. OR ANY OTHER HP CHARACHTER. (i'm not that tacky and plot-desperate)
This story actually has a very dark and adventurous plot, and I sincerely hope you don't mind the possibility of the bad team winning.
Good doesn't always triumph evil. *hehe*
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LEAVE IT UP TO FATE
Chapter One- She'll Know Herself
'I have no family, as I am a sorcerer.' Eris wrote, bored of the long summer. 'My "mother" Ms. Stryker won't say much about my past, because she doesn't know much.'
'All Ms. Stryker says is that two dark, cloaked figures had somehow known she had wanted a daughter, knocked on the door, and handed me over, and said my name was Eris.'
'I used to always beg for more as a child, wondering about my past, and Ms. Stryker would eventually go on and, very impatiently, repeat what she saw.'
'She said she could barely make out fair hair beaneath the cloaks, one was a man, one a woman, both very tall. But they won't likely be my parents as my hair is the darkest brown.'
'Ms. Stryker might have wanted a daughter, but she sees me as more of a pet, or a science experiment, something to pamper, then neglect as a child so often does a goldfish.'
'She's a squib, and has lived her spent her whole life harboring her jealousy of wizards, so she was very displeased when I recieved my letter from Beauxbatons, it was actually quite funny.'
Eris paused her writing, and laughed as she looked back on that day fondly. Ms. Stryker had finnaly let Eris go, but only because she had Ms. Styker at wandpoint.
'I had gone to Beauxbatons untill the end of my fifth year, where I got expelled for a few pranks that the the Headmaster blew way out of proportion.'
'It hurt too, as I rather liked the school, had made some friends, and had to leave before I could get credit for my genious prank.' Eris wrote, listening for her "Mum."
Ms. Stryker was going on vacation in Bei-Jing in two days, but she was supposed to come home today, and it was about time for Eris to leave for Hogwarts.
'I'd better go, as I'm expecting Ms. Stryker back from France about now, but I'll write more later. I've got lots of damned packing to do." she hastily wrote, slamming her book shut.
Eris dragged herself over to the huge closet, and pulled out her Hogwarts robes. She hated packing, and especially cleaning. She shoved in a few cds, her money, and her school books.
She reached far back into her deep closet, and pulled out her wand. Fourteen inches, Dragon Heartstring, Ebony. It seemed to hum lazily in simple hapiness of being held by her.
She took more time deciding on her outfit for the train ride there, because she always beileved that first impressions can make or break you.
Eris decided on some flattering black jeans, and a black and white "The Vines", T-shirt. They were her favorite group.
Eris looked for a decent jacket in her closet, and groaned as she pulled out the ones she owned.
Most of them were in various shades of pink, and made her look like a country western barbie doll, Ms. Stryker loved shopping for her, and actually did most of Eris's shopping.
She pulled out another coat bought by her mother, like almost everything she owned, as all her Mum did was buy her stuff, thinking that was love.
It was a very expensive looking, italian leather, black coloured trenchcoat, that made her look something like Trinity from "The Matrix."
She sighed, thinking she looked very stupid, and zipped it up, surprised at how warm and soft it felt, she turned and looked in the mirror.
Eris was very beatiful, and she knew it, always being told so. She had very long, dark, wavy hair. Her skin was very smooth, and quite pale.
She had an excellent figure, and was tall, (around 5'8), and thin. Eris also had the palest blue eyes, framed with long, curled, white eyelashes, the mark of a sorcerer.
Eris had always had trouble buying makeup, since she was so pale, and no makeup company she could find designed the right colour mascara, being so pale eyeliner made her look gothic.
She turned slightly, gazing in the mirror, nervously approving her reflection, as she only knew two people at Hogwarts, and wanted to look nice.
Eris scooped up her bags, but dropped them in sudden fright as her raven-coloured owl Bronwyn suddenly appeared in the fogged up window.
She pulled open the windows, as Bronwyn flew around the room, just out of reach. "Oh, Bronwyn!" shouted Eris, impatiently, putting her hands on her hips.
"Give it up, or there'll be no dessert!" she scolded, as the large, dark bird sulkily dropped the letter in the far corner of Eris's room.
Bronwyn flew onto Eris's arm, and pecked her arm sharply. "Bloody bird." mumbled Eris, half joking, as Bronwyn hooted happily, knowing she didn't really mean it.
Eris absentmindedly picked up the letter, and tossed Bronwyn a dead mouse she had caught earlier. Eris knew who it was from, and she tore it open expectantly.
Eris,
Where on earth are you?! You were supposed to meet us 20 minutes ago, the train leaves in eleven minutes, but don't worry, we'll wait for you!
-Hermione
Eris clapped her mouth in shock, grabbed her bags, pulled aside her curtains, and threw open her double door windows.
She couldn't beileve she had forgotten, she had thought she had over an hour left! At least she didn't have to sat goodbye to Ms. Stryker.
Eris jumped out of the window, and rocketed straight upward, eyes shut with concentration. Eris had the ability to fly, but in sad, or anxious moods, it was difficult.
Eris had to strain her mind to stay in the air and keep control, and always had a terrible headache afterward.
She sometimes shot up a few inches in the air when she laughed, or was very happy, it was increadibly easy to float/fly then.
Eris pushed the clouds aside, still straining to stay in the air, and saw King's Cross from a few hundred feet up. She had to land soon, because the air was very thin.
She lowered herself slightly, pinpointing the exact landing area. She hated flying while in anxious moods. It was difficult.
Eris tried to slowly drop, but felt herself lose it. It was like going down on an elevator, in free-fall. She stifled a scream, the landed a hair's width above the ground.
Eris bent her knees, expecting impact, and straighted back up, looking at the faces of three shocked looking teenagers, casually slumped around.
Her landing was perfect, exact. She had never done so well before. She shrieked in glee. But then Eris realized what it looked like to them.
To them, it was as though she had dropped out of the sky, and landed on her feet, without even taking note of it.
Unlike her, they had no bags with them. The tall one with the red hair had his mouth dropped open, and the skinny one with glasses looked stunned.
Eris stood there blinking, not sure what to say, as Hermione Granger stepped forward, and grabbed her hand, then turned back to Harry and Ron.
"This is Eris, she's a sorcerer, we'll talk about this ON THE TRAIN!" she said impatienly, with increadible emphasis on the last three words.
Eris weakly smiled at the pair, then yelped as Hermione pulled her through the barrier, and onto the platform.
Hermione and Eris ran to the train, which was about to take off, and hopped on, Hemrione dragging Eris the entire time.
Ron and Harry were there a split-second later, and the four of them looked around the long train's corridor.
This whole section of the train was as crowded and violent as any mosh pit, because the cart lady had just loaded up on candy, and there was a terribly low sale.
They pushed through the almost violent mob, and walked for a while, far back into the quieter area of the train.
"Ah, here we are." said Hermione, still the ringleader. She jerked open a squeaky compartment door, and hopped in.
"I'm so glad you made it, Eris!" shrieked Hemrione, leaning over as they all settled in, giving Eris a hug.
Harry looked quite confused, but Ron merely dug into a pack of Chocolate frogs, choosing to ignore this girl talk.
"Oh, Harry, I met Eris at the park when we were little, she pushed me off the swing after I wouldn't let her have a turn!" Hermione said, fondly remembering.
Harry simply stared at Eris, she was quite attractive. 'Wow, she must be part veela.' he thought.
"She's a sorcerer, you know." said Hermione, sounding quite proud, as though talking abour her daughter.
"She doesn't even have a surname!" Hermione excalaimed, completely fascinated.
Harry smiled at Eris, "Wow, I've never met a sorcerer before, or even seen one!" he said, leaning forward, also very interested.
"Well, I've never met someone as famous as you before." she said, grinning and shaking his hand. "Famous Harry Potter... not bad." Eris said, smiling.
Harry didn't exactly take interest in her, he just couldn't help but admire her unearthly beauty that was almost veela-like.
Hermione definatley noticed, but boys had always been like this with Eris, and she harbored no jealousy, as she had grown quite attractive herself.
"Excuse me." said Eris quite politely, "I have to go to the bathroom." she said, quickly getting up.
Harry quickly stood up, "Oh, I've got it." he said, opening the door for her. "Thank you." said Eris, really appreciating it. Boys didn't open doors much anymore.
As Eris exited, Hermione just looked at Harry, with a slight smirk. "Thought so." Hermione said, thinking aloud. Harry simply frowned.
"What?"Harry said curiously, not getting her little joke. "Don't be thick mate, you like the girl." Ron said, butting in. "Who wouldn't?" Ron added, grinning wrly.
Hermione laughed as Harry struggled for words. "I'll admit she IS pretty--" he said, as Ron interupted "You mean GORGEOUS?" Ron said, loud and blunt.
Harry got a little angry. "Look, she is very attractive, but I don't think I like her that way." he said, impatiently. "I think I would know." he said, glaring at Ron.
Ron looked a bit excited at this. "So I get dibbs on her then!" Ron exclaimed, though he was only joking. Hemrione's mouth dropped open.
Harry doubled over, as Hermione mouthed words of complete shock that wouldn't come out. Then she blew up.
"RON WEASLEY, I OUGHT TO TELL YOUR MUM, OF ALL THE DISGUISTINGLY LOW THINGS YOU'VE EVER SAID..." she screeched, looking like she might kill him.
Ron's ears turned red. "I was only joking." he mumbled, eyes not quite meeting Hermione's bulging ones.
Meanwhile, Eris was walking through the dark halls of the Hogwarts Express, trying desperatly to find the bathroom.
She heard an almost silent footstep behind her, and she looked back as she turned a corner, and ran into something that felt like a large rock, that sent her backwards.
Eris did a sort of backflip with a very awkward twist in the air, trying not to fall over. She landed on her feet, catching herself, and looked up at the being in front of her.
He was quite tall and built, with very pale skin and silver eyes, he had light blonde hair that was a little shaggy and unkept, and fell into his eyes.
Eris thought him very handsome, and felt a rush of embarasment, as she blushed and looked down.
"Sorry about that." he said cooly, dripping in confidence. "Nice trick." he added, his gray eyes smiling for his mouth. Eris smiled a bit, feeling increadibly aware of herself.
He looked at her pale eyes, and felt as though he missed a step going downstairs, as her saw her snow-white lashes.
"What's your name?" the boy asked quickly, not sounding quite as cool this time, even a bit awkward and bossy.
Eris looked at him, as he continued staring. "Eris." she said, trying to smile, but wondering what was wrong.
Draco didn't show it, but he was in total and complete shock. This was her, here, at Hogwarts.
Eris looked up at him, and his eyes stopped smiling, as his mouth broke out in a huge grin.
He took her hand politetly and kissed it. "I'm so pleased to meet you." he said, as though talking to a queen. Eris blushed, quite flattered.
It was quite odd to watch a person's coldness melt away so quickly, Eris was still wondering about his attitude earlier.
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." he said, sounding quite proud of himself.
"Sixth year Slytherin, and you'll be the same I expect?" Draco asked, pausing suddenly.
"Yes, I'm in the sixth year, but I'm new." she said shortly, still marveling at his cloudy gray eyes, wondering if they were contacts.
"Oh yes, you'll be Slytherin for sure." Draco said, looking as though he had given her a very generous compliment.
"You have that look of greatness about you." Malfoy said, generously. "Trust me, I know when I spy a Pureblood." he said, eyes smiling.
Draco paused, "Come on over to my compartment." he said, turning and heading down the dark hall, not asking her, but more like commanding.
"I shouldn't, Harry, Ron, and Hemrione are all waiting for me." she said, sure they were wondering where she was.
Eris looked up at him, and Malfoy's eyes had something very different in them, she wasn't sure she liked what was in them.
Draco's face went cold again. He seemed angry as soon as she began mentioning thier names, and she assumed they might have had a few rows.
"What's the ma--" began Eris, cutting of as Malfoy took her arm. "You'd better come with me." he said grimacing, pulling her down the hall.
She struggled, jerking her arm away, and pulling away from him.
Eris tossed her hair angrily, and shoved past him, Malfoy grabbed her arm gently, but firmly. "I have something important to tell you, Eris." he said, impatiently.
"Well, why can't you tell me here?!" Eris said exasperatingly, trying to pull away. She had always been very strong, but he was stronger.
"You'll know soon, and you'll be glad you listened." Draco said shortly, gazing around for others, then taking her arm.
"Malfoy... would you just... STOP DAMN IT!" she shouted, breaking free of his grip.
Eris raised her hand, about to slap him. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled it back down to her side, smiling wryly.
"I like your cheek, I've never met a girl who told me no." Malfoy said in a annoyingly charming manner, grinning sheepishly.
Eris lost it, she had no more patience left. She had never been one to get pushed around. She paused for a moment.
Then Eris threw him a nasty punch right in the jaw, he only staggered a few steps backward, but she could tell it hurt as the bruise was already forming, and it hurt her knuckles.
"And I bet you've never met a girl who can bench press 196 pounds, either?" she asked cooly, turning and stalking off down the abandoned corridors.
Eris felt a bit guilty about denting his perfect looking face, but she didn't apologize, or even look back.
Draco was infuriated at her refusal to listen, he stormed down the hall, his long, dark robes swishing behind him.
He realized he had been very pushy, and he knew he should have been a little more polite. But he wasn't expecting snappy comebacks, or a hard pop in the jaw, either.
Malfoy felt his jaw and smiled as he felt the swelling. But he had no idea why she wasn't showing any interest in him. All girls did, except perhaps Hermione Granger.
Draco could have easily put her under the Imperious Curse, and almost regretted that he hadn't. He really needed to talk with her about it.
He was very upset that she was hanging around the Gryffindors, but he knew she'd come to her senses, and that she was a pure Slytherin, through and through.
Draco booted his cronies Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy out of his compartment, needing privacy. He pulled his brand new light gray owl, Kronous, out of his cage.
He quickly ripped out a sheet of parchment, and a quill, and hastily started a letter, scribbling down words.
Mother and Father,
I'm on the train to Hogwarts, and I've found her, she won't listen to me though, I got popped in the jaw for trying.
Don't worry, she soon will... by her own choice or by force of any means. She's as great as they always said she would be, powerfull and strong.
I plan to get closer to her, then strike. Don't worry, I've got it under control, she'll soon know herself.
-Draco
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PROFFESOR TRELWANY SEES FOR CHAPTER TWO:
(Absolutley almost guranteed certainty!)
~Eris is paid to advertize on a commercial for Bertie Botts.
~Death is creeping slowly, soon to pounce on poor, unsuspecting, Harry Potter.
~Malfoy will be wrong. Eris is a Gryffindor, and he gets real pissed off.
~Hermione and Eris get into a little CATFIGHT!
~Ron and Eris are like Draco/Harry, they just don't hang out.
~I see a new class, dedicated to the Arts with a starstruck teacher, and Hogwarts puts on a Shakespherian play!
~Ron pathetically asks Eris to the first dance.
~Eris doesn't like Hogwarts, and quits school.
~Eris, though perhaps in Slyhterin, can't mix with Snape. They hate each other.
~Harry and Eris connect, both having no parents, as friends or more. Maybe he forgets Cho?
~Eris tries out for the quidditch team, and doesn't make the cut.
~Proffesor Trelawny's predictions were all predicted by Proffesor Trelawny, to be correct!
They are born when lightening strikes marble.
Sorcerers are a part of mythology, they have white eyelashes, dark wavy hair, and can't get sick or sleep. They can fly, and only need to air to live. But they can eat/drink for the pleasure of it.
They don't have any family, and are pretty tall. (Boys around 6'4, and girls about 5'10)
It's important to know a charachter, so I'll be using lots of stuff from our world. You can hear Eris's favorite band at www.TheVines.com, to sort of see what stuff she likes. (Get Free is the best song!)
ERIS is prounounced (Air-is), and Bronwyn in pronounced (BRON-WIN).
There will be some romance in this story, but it isn't a soap opera.
The idea of this story just popped into my my head, when I thought how horrible it would be. ^_^
DON'T WORRY, EVEN IF IT MAY SEEM LIKE I WAS HEADED FOR THIS, ERIS IS NOT A LONG LOST RELATIVE TO THE MALFOYS. OR ANY OTHER HP CHARACHTER. (i'm not that tacky and plot-desperate)
This story actually has a very dark and adventurous plot, and I sincerely hope you don't mind the possibility of the bad team winning.
Good doesn't always triumph evil. *hehe*
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LEAVE IT UP TO FATE
Chapter One- She'll Know Herself
'I have no family, as I am a sorcerer.' Eris wrote, bored of the long summer. 'My "mother" Ms. Stryker won't say much about my past, because she doesn't know much.'
'All Ms. Stryker says is that two dark, cloaked figures had somehow known she had wanted a daughter, knocked on the door, and handed me over, and said my name was Eris.'
'I used to always beg for more as a child, wondering about my past, and Ms. Stryker would eventually go on and, very impatiently, repeat what she saw.'
'She said she could barely make out fair hair beaneath the cloaks, one was a man, one a woman, both very tall. But they won't likely be my parents as my hair is the darkest brown.'
'Ms. Stryker might have wanted a daughter, but she sees me as more of a pet, or a science experiment, something to pamper, then neglect as a child so often does a goldfish.'
'She's a squib, and has lived her spent her whole life harboring her jealousy of wizards, so she was very displeased when I recieved my letter from Beauxbatons, it was actually quite funny.'
Eris paused her writing, and laughed as she looked back on that day fondly. Ms. Stryker had finnaly let Eris go, but only because she had Ms. Styker at wandpoint.
'I had gone to Beauxbatons untill the end of my fifth year, where I got expelled for a few pranks that the the Headmaster blew way out of proportion.'
'It hurt too, as I rather liked the school, had made some friends, and had to leave before I could get credit for my genious prank.' Eris wrote, listening for her "Mum."
Ms. Stryker was going on vacation in Bei-Jing in two days, but she was supposed to come home today, and it was about time for Eris to leave for Hogwarts.
'I'd better go, as I'm expecting Ms. Stryker back from France about now, but I'll write more later. I've got lots of damned packing to do." she hastily wrote, slamming her book shut.
Eris dragged herself over to the huge closet, and pulled out her Hogwarts robes. She hated packing, and especially cleaning. She shoved in a few cds, her money, and her school books.
She reached far back into her deep closet, and pulled out her wand. Fourteen inches, Dragon Heartstring, Ebony. It seemed to hum lazily in simple hapiness of being held by her.
She took more time deciding on her outfit for the train ride there, because she always beileved that first impressions can make or break you.
Eris decided on some flattering black jeans, and a black and white "The Vines", T-shirt. They were her favorite group.
Eris looked for a decent jacket in her closet, and groaned as she pulled out the ones she owned.
Most of them were in various shades of pink, and made her look like a country western barbie doll, Ms. Stryker loved shopping for her, and actually did most of Eris's shopping.
She pulled out another coat bought by her mother, like almost everything she owned, as all her Mum did was buy her stuff, thinking that was love.
It was a very expensive looking, italian leather, black coloured trenchcoat, that made her look something like Trinity from "The Matrix."
She sighed, thinking she looked very stupid, and zipped it up, surprised at how warm and soft it felt, she turned and looked in the mirror.
Eris was very beatiful, and she knew it, always being told so. She had very long, dark, wavy hair. Her skin was very smooth, and quite pale.
She had an excellent figure, and was tall, (around 5'8), and thin. Eris also had the palest blue eyes, framed with long, curled, white eyelashes, the mark of a sorcerer.
Eris had always had trouble buying makeup, since she was so pale, and no makeup company she could find designed the right colour mascara, being so pale eyeliner made her look gothic.
She turned slightly, gazing in the mirror, nervously approving her reflection, as she only knew two people at Hogwarts, and wanted to look nice.
Eris scooped up her bags, but dropped them in sudden fright as her raven-coloured owl Bronwyn suddenly appeared in the fogged up window.
She pulled open the windows, as Bronwyn flew around the room, just out of reach. "Oh, Bronwyn!" shouted Eris, impatiently, putting her hands on her hips.
"Give it up, or there'll be no dessert!" she scolded, as the large, dark bird sulkily dropped the letter in the far corner of Eris's room.
Bronwyn flew onto Eris's arm, and pecked her arm sharply. "Bloody bird." mumbled Eris, half joking, as Bronwyn hooted happily, knowing she didn't really mean it.
Eris absentmindedly picked up the letter, and tossed Bronwyn a dead mouse she had caught earlier. Eris knew who it was from, and she tore it open expectantly.
Eris,
Where on earth are you?! You were supposed to meet us 20 minutes ago, the train leaves in eleven minutes, but don't worry, we'll wait for you!
-Hermione
Eris clapped her mouth in shock, grabbed her bags, pulled aside her curtains, and threw open her double door windows.
She couldn't beileve she had forgotten, she had thought she had over an hour left! At least she didn't have to sat goodbye to Ms. Stryker.
Eris jumped out of the window, and rocketed straight upward, eyes shut with concentration. Eris had the ability to fly, but in sad, or anxious moods, it was difficult.
Eris had to strain her mind to stay in the air and keep control, and always had a terrible headache afterward.
She sometimes shot up a few inches in the air when she laughed, or was very happy, it was increadibly easy to float/fly then.
Eris pushed the clouds aside, still straining to stay in the air, and saw King's Cross from a few hundred feet up. She had to land soon, because the air was very thin.
She lowered herself slightly, pinpointing the exact landing area. She hated flying while in anxious moods. It was difficult.
Eris tried to slowly drop, but felt herself lose it. It was like going down on an elevator, in free-fall. She stifled a scream, the landed a hair's width above the ground.
Eris bent her knees, expecting impact, and straighted back up, looking at the faces of three shocked looking teenagers, casually slumped around.
Her landing was perfect, exact. She had never done so well before. She shrieked in glee. But then Eris realized what it looked like to them.
To them, it was as though she had dropped out of the sky, and landed on her feet, without even taking note of it.
Unlike her, they had no bags with them. The tall one with the red hair had his mouth dropped open, and the skinny one with glasses looked stunned.
Eris stood there blinking, not sure what to say, as Hermione Granger stepped forward, and grabbed her hand, then turned back to Harry and Ron.
"This is Eris, she's a sorcerer, we'll talk about this ON THE TRAIN!" she said impatienly, with increadible emphasis on the last three words.
Eris weakly smiled at the pair, then yelped as Hermione pulled her through the barrier, and onto the platform.
Hermione and Eris ran to the train, which was about to take off, and hopped on, Hemrione dragging Eris the entire time.
Ron and Harry were there a split-second later, and the four of them looked around the long train's corridor.
This whole section of the train was as crowded and violent as any mosh pit, because the cart lady had just loaded up on candy, and there was a terribly low sale.
They pushed through the almost violent mob, and walked for a while, far back into the quieter area of the train.
"Ah, here we are." said Hermione, still the ringleader. She jerked open a squeaky compartment door, and hopped in.
"I'm so glad you made it, Eris!" shrieked Hemrione, leaning over as they all settled in, giving Eris a hug.
Harry looked quite confused, but Ron merely dug into a pack of Chocolate frogs, choosing to ignore this girl talk.
"Oh, Harry, I met Eris at the park when we were little, she pushed me off the swing after I wouldn't let her have a turn!" Hermione said, fondly remembering.
Harry simply stared at Eris, she was quite attractive. 'Wow, she must be part veela.' he thought.
"She's a sorcerer, you know." said Hermione, sounding quite proud, as though talking abour her daughter.
"She doesn't even have a surname!" Hermione excalaimed, completely fascinated.
Harry smiled at Eris, "Wow, I've never met a sorcerer before, or even seen one!" he said, leaning forward, also very interested.
"Well, I've never met someone as famous as you before." she said, grinning and shaking his hand. "Famous Harry Potter... not bad." Eris said, smiling.
Harry didn't exactly take interest in her, he just couldn't help but admire her unearthly beauty that was almost veela-like.
Hermione definatley noticed, but boys had always been like this with Eris, and she harbored no jealousy, as she had grown quite attractive herself.
"Excuse me." said Eris quite politely, "I have to go to the bathroom." she said, quickly getting up.
Harry quickly stood up, "Oh, I've got it." he said, opening the door for her. "Thank you." said Eris, really appreciating it. Boys didn't open doors much anymore.
As Eris exited, Hermione just looked at Harry, with a slight smirk. "Thought so." Hermione said, thinking aloud. Harry simply frowned.
"What?"Harry said curiously, not getting her little joke. "Don't be thick mate, you like the girl." Ron said, butting in. "Who wouldn't?" Ron added, grinning wrly.
Hermione laughed as Harry struggled for words. "I'll admit she IS pretty--" he said, as Ron interupted "You mean GORGEOUS?" Ron said, loud and blunt.
Harry got a little angry. "Look, she is very attractive, but I don't think I like her that way." he said, impatiently. "I think I would know." he said, glaring at Ron.
Ron looked a bit excited at this. "So I get dibbs on her then!" Ron exclaimed, though he was only joking. Hemrione's mouth dropped open.
Harry doubled over, as Hermione mouthed words of complete shock that wouldn't come out. Then she blew up.
"RON WEASLEY, I OUGHT TO TELL YOUR MUM, OF ALL THE DISGUISTINGLY LOW THINGS YOU'VE EVER SAID..." she screeched, looking like she might kill him.
Ron's ears turned red. "I was only joking." he mumbled, eyes not quite meeting Hermione's bulging ones.
Meanwhile, Eris was walking through the dark halls of the Hogwarts Express, trying desperatly to find the bathroom.
She heard an almost silent footstep behind her, and she looked back as she turned a corner, and ran into something that felt like a large rock, that sent her backwards.
Eris did a sort of backflip with a very awkward twist in the air, trying not to fall over. She landed on her feet, catching herself, and looked up at the being in front of her.
He was quite tall and built, with very pale skin and silver eyes, he had light blonde hair that was a little shaggy and unkept, and fell into his eyes.
Eris thought him very handsome, and felt a rush of embarasment, as she blushed and looked down.
"Sorry about that." he said cooly, dripping in confidence. "Nice trick." he added, his gray eyes smiling for his mouth. Eris smiled a bit, feeling increadibly aware of herself.
He looked at her pale eyes, and felt as though he missed a step going downstairs, as her saw her snow-white lashes.
"What's your name?" the boy asked quickly, not sounding quite as cool this time, even a bit awkward and bossy.
Eris looked at him, as he continued staring. "Eris." she said, trying to smile, but wondering what was wrong.
Draco didn't show it, but he was in total and complete shock. This was her, here, at Hogwarts.
Eris looked up at him, and his eyes stopped smiling, as his mouth broke out in a huge grin.
He took her hand politetly and kissed it. "I'm so pleased to meet you." he said, as though talking to a queen. Eris blushed, quite flattered.
It was quite odd to watch a person's coldness melt away so quickly, Eris was still wondering about his attitude earlier.
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." he said, sounding quite proud of himself.
"Sixth year Slytherin, and you'll be the same I expect?" Draco asked, pausing suddenly.
"Yes, I'm in the sixth year, but I'm new." she said shortly, still marveling at his cloudy gray eyes, wondering if they were contacts.
"Oh yes, you'll be Slytherin for sure." Draco said, looking as though he had given her a very generous compliment.
"You have that look of greatness about you." Malfoy said, generously. "Trust me, I know when I spy a Pureblood." he said, eyes smiling.
Draco paused, "Come on over to my compartment." he said, turning and heading down the dark hall, not asking her, but more like commanding.
"I shouldn't, Harry, Ron, and Hemrione are all waiting for me." she said, sure they were wondering where she was.
Eris looked up at him, and Malfoy's eyes had something very different in them, she wasn't sure she liked what was in them.
Draco's face went cold again. He seemed angry as soon as she began mentioning thier names, and she assumed they might have had a few rows.
"What's the ma--" began Eris, cutting of as Malfoy took her arm. "You'd better come with me." he said grimacing, pulling her down the hall.
She struggled, jerking her arm away, and pulling away from him.
Eris tossed her hair angrily, and shoved past him, Malfoy grabbed her arm gently, but firmly. "I have something important to tell you, Eris." he said, impatiently.
"Well, why can't you tell me here?!" Eris said exasperatingly, trying to pull away. She had always been very strong, but he was stronger.
"You'll know soon, and you'll be glad you listened." Draco said shortly, gazing around for others, then taking her arm.
"Malfoy... would you just... STOP DAMN IT!" she shouted, breaking free of his grip.
Eris raised her hand, about to slap him. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled it back down to her side, smiling wryly.
"I like your cheek, I've never met a girl who told me no." Malfoy said in a annoyingly charming manner, grinning sheepishly.
Eris lost it, she had no more patience left. She had never been one to get pushed around. She paused for a moment.
Then Eris threw him a nasty punch right in the jaw, he only staggered a few steps backward, but she could tell it hurt as the bruise was already forming, and it hurt her knuckles.
"And I bet you've never met a girl who can bench press 196 pounds, either?" she asked cooly, turning and stalking off down the abandoned corridors.
Eris felt a bit guilty about denting his perfect looking face, but she didn't apologize, or even look back.
Draco was infuriated at her refusal to listen, he stormed down the hall, his long, dark robes swishing behind him.
He realized he had been very pushy, and he knew he should have been a little more polite. But he wasn't expecting snappy comebacks, or a hard pop in the jaw, either.
Malfoy felt his jaw and smiled as he felt the swelling. But he had no idea why she wasn't showing any interest in him. All girls did, except perhaps Hermione Granger.
Draco could have easily put her under the Imperious Curse, and almost regretted that he hadn't. He really needed to talk with her about it.
He was very upset that she was hanging around the Gryffindors, but he knew she'd come to her senses, and that she was a pure Slytherin, through and through.
Draco booted his cronies Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy out of his compartment, needing privacy. He pulled his brand new light gray owl, Kronous, out of his cage.
He quickly ripped out a sheet of parchment, and a quill, and hastily started a letter, scribbling down words.
Mother and Father,
I'm on the train to Hogwarts, and I've found her, she won't listen to me though, I got popped in the jaw for trying.
Don't worry, she soon will... by her own choice or by force of any means. She's as great as they always said she would be, powerfull and strong.
I plan to get closer to her, then strike. Don't worry, I've got it under control, she'll soon know herself.
-Draco
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PROFFESOR TRELWANY SEES FOR CHAPTER TWO:
(Absolutley almost guranteed certainty!)
~Eris is paid to advertize on a commercial for Bertie Botts.
~Death is creeping slowly, soon to pounce on poor, unsuspecting, Harry Potter.
~Malfoy will be wrong. Eris is a Gryffindor, and he gets real pissed off.
~Hermione and Eris get into a little CATFIGHT!
~Ron and Eris are like Draco/Harry, they just don't hang out.
~I see a new class, dedicated to the Arts with a starstruck teacher, and Hogwarts puts on a Shakespherian play!
~Ron pathetically asks Eris to the first dance.
~Eris doesn't like Hogwarts, and quits school.
~Eris, though perhaps in Slyhterin, can't mix with Snape. They hate each other.
~Harry and Eris connect, both having no parents, as friends or more. Maybe he forgets Cho?
~Eris tries out for the quidditch team, and doesn't make the cut.
~Proffesor Trelawny's predictions were all predicted by Proffesor Trelawny, to be correct!
