A/N: This is a sequal to Twisted Time. The collection of stories posted here will focus on Harmonia's time at Hogwarts and the antics which follow. Hope you enjoy.
- Illusinia
A flurry of paper, books, and clothing lay scattered around the room and various pieces of furniture, hiding the fact that this space was actually a bedroom. It resembled a storm-ravaged landscape at the moment. And in a cleared circle at the "eye" of the storm sat a girl with bushy brown hair, bright brown eyes, and an almost frazzled appearance.
Draco chuckled lightly at the sight. "You know, school doesn't start for another week Princess. You don't have to pack all at once."
The chocolate eyes never lifted from the worn book which lay open in the 11 year old's lap. "I know Father. But I want to be prepared! There is so much to consider..."
A bright smile bloomed at his daughter's impatient eagerness. "Well, maybe I can help Harmonia. I did attend Hogwarts myself after all."
The little girl paused in her reading then nodded as her eyes finally left the book. "That would be wise. Do you remember what books the library has?"
"Well, not ALL the books..." replied Draco. "But some, yes. I know, for example, they have a copy of their own history book so you probably don't need to bring yours."
Her eyes grew wide. "I but mine has earmarks of my favorite parts and margin notes of things I want to see!"
"Harmonia!" exclaimed Draco with a laugh. "You're just like your mother!"
She pouted in response. "I just want to be prepared!"
"You'll be plenty prepared Princess," assured Draco with a soft chuckle.
"How do you know father? What if I forget something important?" questioned Harmonia insistently.
Draco shook his head as he waded towards his daughter's clothing-strewn bed. "Then we'll owl it to you."
Harmonia was still outing as he began to examine the objects laid out next to her trunk. Most were mundane objects: books, clothes, and other necessities. A glint of silver and green caught his eye, and Draco nearly choked.
"Harmonia, Princess, isn't it a bit early to decide your house?" questioned Draco as he lifted his old green and silver cloak from Haromia's bed.
She barely glanced at the object before shrugging off her father's comment. "I have about a 3-in-1 chance of getting to wear it, assuming I have a 25% chance of getting into any house. Which, given I'm a quarter muggle, is a generous assumption. In reality, I probably won't be sorted into Slytherine which means a higher chance I can wear that cloak."
Harmonia's logic sometimes confused Draco. He knew his daughter was easily twice as intelligent as him. And that was generous to his own intelligence. As a result, it often took him a moment to determine what his daughter was saying. This time his mind drew a blank.
"I'm sorry Harmonia, but can you run that by me one more time?"
Harmonia sighed slightly, but the smile she game him proved she wasn't actually annoyed. "If I must. It works like this Father: I hate most of the students bound for or currently in Slytherine and they hat me. So, if a "tainted" individual like me wears their precious colors of purity, its like spitting in their faces, only far more sanitary."
Draco mulled over what his daughter had said for a moment. "So you are planning to wear my old cloak to spite the students you hate?"
Harmonia nodded. "If they're going to say nasty things about Mother, than all bets are off."
Anger briefly bristled across Draco's face before he settled and reminded himself that his family was worth more than any amount of wizarding purity. "You are going to start a fight within the first week of school."
Harmonia shrugged. "Only if I'm put in Slytherine. Otherwise I give it two weeks."
All Draco could do was laugh.
A/N: Please review regardless of if you like it or hate it. However, if you hate it, please be constructive. "You suck" or anything with the word "suck" in general doesn't qualify as constructive.
