A new student has been enrolled at Hogwarts and right away- to many
students anger- she was appointed Head Girl of the house she is
sorted into. When Draco comes to lay down the rules to her, see seems both
uncaring and unimpressed and of course pays him no mind. What will happen
and what is the purpose of this stoic girl. Rumors start flying after
certain events unfold a strange power within this girl. What other powers
does she hold? And why is Draco acting weird? Why does she linger in the
shadows near him? Caution OotP spoilers! Rated R for stuff. Lot-O-Language.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except my original character, and even then I
only claim the features I have given her.
This is my first Potter fic. be kind ............................................................................ .............................
Harry awoke suddenly from another dream of Sirius just like every other one he had had since his godfather's death. The startling images still lingered inside his mind as he sat up. It was hot, unbearably hot, and the air itself seemed suffocating, as if invisible hands encircled his neck and choked him. He threw off his covers and stepped away from his four-poster bed. Quietly, in hopes of not waking his housemates, the Boy-Who-Lived crept to the window beside Neville Longbottom's bed and opened it, stopping dead when the air hit his face. Something was definitely wrong. Even the air seemed strange.
Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply, as if trying to hear a whispered message from the breeze.
Evil.
Something very evil was gathering.
He touched his scar; nothing. Not even a twinge to show that Voldemort was feeling any emotion what so ever. No this must be something else. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought. In his bed Ron moaned and rolled over.
"I don't wanna get up mom."
"I'm not your mother Ron," Harry stated dryly.
"Huh?!" the red head said, sitting up too fast, then falling back down, clutching his head and grumbling, " Oh sorry Harry.Damn mornings anyway.no use for them.ungodly hour.bloody hell."
"Well you needed to get up anyway, we have classes today, double potions with the Slytherins," Harry snapped, the looming lesson with his least favorite teacher was not helping his mood any.
The raven-haired boy had thought- and been very happy with the notion- that he would be able to drop potions after fifth year, but sadly he had been informed that to become an Auror one must qualify for and pass N.E.W.T level potions.
/Screw potions,\ he thought bitterly, scowling, /Leave Snape's class to Malfoy and his Slytherin goons.\
The name of a certain blonde enemy brought on a whole new train of thought for the Gryffindor. One that he had better derail lest he wish an embarrassing situation to arise, which he did not. Ron looked at the clock and cursed, snapping Harry out of his thoughts of one Draconis Malfoy.
"We still have an hour before class," the redhead whined.
Harry sighed, shaking his head; it was going to be one of those days.
Twenty minutes later he, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were dressed and heading for breakfast.
Upon entering the Great Hall the Gryffindors found that nearly every student was already there, staring up at the staff table.
"Blimey mate, look at her, she's gorgeous!" Ron said, his finger pointing in the direction of the staring eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow at his friend and looked around quizzically for a moment before he realized.
In front of the staff table stood a beautiful girl, about his age, with waist-length jet-black hair, pale skin and violet eyes. She wore knee-high ribbon boots, a black skirt and a sparkly blue shirt under her black robes. The clothes mixed with her features made her look gothic, in a hot way. The girl screamed sex appeal, standing confidently in front of everyone, holding their gazes evenly.
Harry swallowed hard as he sat down, trying to control his body's reaction to such a creature. He could tell that many other boys were doing the same, with various degrees of success. Dumbledore came to stand beside her and with a single clap of his hands all commotion stopped.
"I would like to introduce you all to our new student, Alcyone Shinoda. She has just transferred from a muggle school in America, her magic was somehow overlooked and she has spent the past month's of this year catching up to her rightful class, and has done extraordinarily well," he said in his all- knowingly wise tone that didn't demand, but politely asked for attention. "Professor Mcgonicall if you would be so kind."
"Of course Headmaster," she said carrying over a stool with the sorting hat and sitting it about ten feet away from them.
Before anyone else could speak the hat sprung to life and began it's song- which was new by the way-.
~One time a year I am taken off my shelf Disrupted from my slumber, and thinkings of myself This year though is different as you all can see In the middle of the year here sits little old ugly me Which means for all you smart enough that a new student is here And though it is out of ritual there is no need to fear For this one child I shall be allowing an excuse Simply because my talents need barely be of use Even from this distance her mind screams her direction And Slytherin is where we'll find, she becomes perfection.~
And with that the face disappeared, leaving only a normal raggedy old hat.
This is my first Potter fic. be kind ............................................................................ .............................
Harry awoke suddenly from another dream of Sirius just like every other one he had had since his godfather's death. The startling images still lingered inside his mind as he sat up. It was hot, unbearably hot, and the air itself seemed suffocating, as if invisible hands encircled his neck and choked him. He threw off his covers and stepped away from his four-poster bed. Quietly, in hopes of not waking his housemates, the Boy-Who-Lived crept to the window beside Neville Longbottom's bed and opened it, stopping dead when the air hit his face. Something was definitely wrong. Even the air seemed strange.
Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply, as if trying to hear a whispered message from the breeze.
Evil.
Something very evil was gathering.
He touched his scar; nothing. Not even a twinge to show that Voldemort was feeling any emotion what so ever. No this must be something else. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought. In his bed Ron moaned and rolled over.
"I don't wanna get up mom."
"I'm not your mother Ron," Harry stated dryly.
"Huh?!" the red head said, sitting up too fast, then falling back down, clutching his head and grumbling, " Oh sorry Harry.Damn mornings anyway.no use for them.ungodly hour.bloody hell."
"Well you needed to get up anyway, we have classes today, double potions with the Slytherins," Harry snapped, the looming lesson with his least favorite teacher was not helping his mood any.
The raven-haired boy had thought- and been very happy with the notion- that he would be able to drop potions after fifth year, but sadly he had been informed that to become an Auror one must qualify for and pass N.E.W.T level potions.
/Screw potions,\ he thought bitterly, scowling, /Leave Snape's class to Malfoy and his Slytherin goons.\
The name of a certain blonde enemy brought on a whole new train of thought for the Gryffindor. One that he had better derail lest he wish an embarrassing situation to arise, which he did not. Ron looked at the clock and cursed, snapping Harry out of his thoughts of one Draconis Malfoy.
"We still have an hour before class," the redhead whined.
Harry sighed, shaking his head; it was going to be one of those days.
Twenty minutes later he, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were dressed and heading for breakfast.
Upon entering the Great Hall the Gryffindors found that nearly every student was already there, staring up at the staff table.
"Blimey mate, look at her, she's gorgeous!" Ron said, his finger pointing in the direction of the staring eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow at his friend and looked around quizzically for a moment before he realized.
In front of the staff table stood a beautiful girl, about his age, with waist-length jet-black hair, pale skin and violet eyes. She wore knee-high ribbon boots, a black skirt and a sparkly blue shirt under her black robes. The clothes mixed with her features made her look gothic, in a hot way. The girl screamed sex appeal, standing confidently in front of everyone, holding their gazes evenly.
Harry swallowed hard as he sat down, trying to control his body's reaction to such a creature. He could tell that many other boys were doing the same, with various degrees of success. Dumbledore came to stand beside her and with a single clap of his hands all commotion stopped.
"I would like to introduce you all to our new student, Alcyone Shinoda. She has just transferred from a muggle school in America, her magic was somehow overlooked and she has spent the past month's of this year catching up to her rightful class, and has done extraordinarily well," he said in his all- knowingly wise tone that didn't demand, but politely asked for attention. "Professor Mcgonicall if you would be so kind."
"Of course Headmaster," she said carrying over a stool with the sorting hat and sitting it about ten feet away from them.
Before anyone else could speak the hat sprung to life and began it's song- which was new by the way-.
~One time a year I am taken off my shelf Disrupted from my slumber, and thinkings of myself This year though is different as you all can see In the middle of the year here sits little old ugly me Which means for all you smart enough that a new student is here And though it is out of ritual there is no need to fear For this one child I shall be allowing an excuse Simply because my talents need barely be of use Even from this distance her mind screams her direction And Slytherin is where we'll find, she becomes perfection.~
And with that the face disappeared, leaving only a normal raggedy old hat.