Ayy. Hey, so, this is my first fan fiction on here, so I still am in need of a beta. Feedback is always appreciated, no matter how harsh.
Sincerely hoping this doesn't suck, but if it does, I apologize.
Soo, on to the story?
disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Harry Potter
Good God Almighty
Who is that?
"Santana! Santana!" The young Latina's head snapped up from her textbook, hearing her best friend call to her. The energetic blonde seemed to be out of breath, her face flushed and her chest heaving.
"Yeah, Britt? I'm kinda busy," Santana looked on with worry as her friend grinned maniacally, despite being slightly doubled over. She held up a finger, signaling she needed a minute to collect herself.
"San! There's- there's flying carriages! Gotta come see! Knocked Hagrid flat on his butt!" Without another word, the energizer bunny of a Hufflepuff tugged her best friend to her feet and dragged her to the courtyard, said best friend protesting the whole way.
"B, calm down! Good Merlin, I'm coming!" She laughed as Brittany pulled her through the throngs of people watching the arrival of these flying carriages.
"Isn't it so cool, San?" Brittany clasped her hands in excitement and kept her eyes trained on the carriages and the animals pulling them.
"Yeah, B" Santana allowed a small smile to grace her face, "it's co-"
Santana was cut off by the loud sound of something breaking through the water. Immediately, heads turned to see a large, dark ship rising from the waters. 'Ooh's and 'Aah's resounded through the crowd of students, causing Santana to roll her eyes.
How childish can you get? It's just a ship coming out of water, they act as if they haven't seen magic more complicated than that.
Before Santana could delve any deeper into her own thoughts, Hagrid's gruff voice jostled her to reality.
"A'right, kids. Git to the Great Hall, it's time fer sortin'!" He clapped and led everybody to the building before they could even get a glimpse of the occupants in the ship and carriages.
It was all groans and whining on the way to the Great Hall, and frankly, it was working on Santana's last nerve. Instead of voicing her feelings, Santana just linked pinkies with Brittany and pushed through the horde of musty students with a nose wrinkled in disgust. She just couldn't understand how people could be ok walking around smelling so dirty, especially the boys. She could find no appeal in them, in fact, she was mostly repulsed by their presence.
Finally pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, Santana gave Brittany a hug before strutting over to her respective house table. On the first day at Hogwarts, everyone must sit with their house, so as not to confuse the first years. Santana plopped herself down between Puck and Quinn, not really caring that she had interrupted their conversation.
"Well, hello to you too, Lopez. Now if you'll excuse me," Puck grinned and leaned forward on the table so he could see Quinn, "I am so joining that Tri-Wizard Tournament shit! I plan on kicking some major ass." Quinn just snorted in response, with a confused Santana in the middle of them.
"What's that?" Santana turned to Quinn, who just shushed her and pointed to Professor Dumbledore, just in time to hear him introduce the Beauxbatons.
Although she'd deny it until the day she died, Santana was completely mesmerized by the pale, French girls fluttering down the pathway, damn near drooling, actually. Santana noticed every curve on every girl's body, her thoughts quickly moving from I want that body to I want to fuck that body. Startling herself with her thoughts, she quickly snapped out of her trance, shaking her head, thankful that nobody around her seemed to notice, more specifically, Puck and Quinn. She wouldn't be able to live it down, much less avoid the questions that would undeniably come after the initial shock was gone.
"...Sons of Durmstrang! And their High Master, Igor Karkaroff." Santana briefly wondered why they even bothered calling themselves the 'sons' when there were clearly a few girls in that mix. Unless they are trannies, but hey, not likely to be that many of them. But whatever. Once again, she was shaken out of her oddly placed thoughts, but this time it was by Puck, his hand gripping her arm unnecessarily hard.
"Merlin! Santana, that's Victor Krum! He's here! Look!" Puck's enthusiasm was over the top, but to humor him, Santana watched Krum walk into the Great Hall like he was royally pissed that he had to be here and was not to be bothered. The way he was holding himself annoyed Santana just a bit, but she forgot all about him when Quinn's voice broke through to her.
"Forget Krum. Who is that? That person behind him." Santana's eyes flickered from Quinn and back to the pathway in the center of the Great Hall. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched this figure stride down the aisle like she owned the place. She dressed in all black, furs and everything. There was an air of power and enigma surrounding her. She also noticed the irritation and exasperation in her facial features. Santana studied her some more, noticing that her eyes were delicately lined with something heavier than eyeliner...
"Is that kohl? What in the hell does she think this is? And why is she even wearing it?" Santana couldn't help but snort at Quinn's indignant tone. But at the same time, she silently agreed, because what even was that that was drawn around her eye? She expressed this thought to Quinn, who scoffed and shook her head, explaining to Santana that it was the Eye of Horus like she should've already known.
"Sometimes I think she would have been better sorted into Ravenclaw," Santana whispered in Puck's direction, who nodded with a hearty laugh. Quinn shot both of them a glare with intent to kill, causing Santana to giggle while Puck's laugh only got louder.
"Finally, we agree."
It took a minute to get the visitors situated, but when they did, it was hardly a surprise that the Durmstrang students sat with Slytherin. They were a school of the Dark Arts, something or other. The Beauxbatons were seated with the Ravenclaws, for whatever reason.
The feast had yet to begin, and Santana was bugging for some food. However, when Crouch began explaining the rules for the tournament, she put her hunger on the back burner. As soon as he said you had to be seventeen to participate, there was an uproar of aggravated complaints, but there was one in particular that stuck out.
"Why in God's name was I dragged here if you have to be seventeen? I could be at fucking school, being useful. I'm having some words with that incompetent miscreant, Igor." Santana turned her head to the girl in black, who was not sitting too far away from her, actually. She stared in wonderment, trying to comprehend how someone could speak so lowly of their High Master.
Thankfully, her attention was on Victor Krum, who was seated next to her. She paid no mind to Santana, which gave Santana the opportunity to study her features close up. Her jawline was strong, her skin a few shades darker than Santana's. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail, with the sides of her head partly shaved.
But her eyes, her eyes are what intrigued Santana the most. They were grey, but the shine to them made them more silver than anything. She saw a hand move up to wipe the kohl away, only to be slapped down by Krum.
"What? The important part's over. I don't need this shit on anymore, Krummy. Lemme take it off." Santana noted that she didn't have the same gross accent that most of her peers had, a British one. Being from Spain herself, she noticed different accents, and she wondered where this girl came from, since her accent wasn't even relatively European.
"Take it off when we get back to the ship, Miguel. Keep Karkaroff off our backs for one night, would you?" So Miguel was her name.
"I told you to stop calling me that, jit. Fuck Karkaroff, he can suck it for all I care." So maybe not.
The girl caught Santana's eye and Santana flushed with embarrassment at being caught, so she diverted her eyes and returned to her meal.
She didn't notice the storm cloud colored eyes glancing at her throughout the rest of the meal.
Back in the common room, Santana had herself draped over the armchair Quinn was sitting in, so she was practically in the blonde's lap, despite her protests. They were having light conversation about their timetables when Puck burst through the door, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Hello ladies," Puck nodded in some third years' direction, then at Santana, "and Quinn." Santana stifled a chuckle while Quinn huffed.
"Whatever, Puck. Why do you look like that?" She motioned to the odd smile on his face, and he shrugged.
"Maybe 'cause I found out about the mystery girl from Durmstrang; you know the one with that stuff around her eyes?" Santana rolled her eyes, but nodded. There was no point in correcting Puck, he wouldn't even listen.
"Yeah, Fuckerman, what about her?"
Puck smirked, "Well," he drawled, "her name is Aaron Riviera. She and her family are from Egypt, could guessed that much though, but she grew up in America for whatever reason. I was talking to this Durmstrang dude, by the way, he said he would teach me some charms to prank the teach-"
"Puck!" Santana cut him off, "Off topic. Continue, dumbass." She rolled her eyes at Puck's short attention span and crossed her arms.
"Well, damn, Lopez, want information on your new crush, much?" His tone was playful, but Santana inwardly cringed. "Anyways, I asked him what was up with all the black, like was she mourning or whatever?" Quinn and Santana leaned in out of interest, because the girl had really intrigued the both of them more than they would like to admit, but for varying reasons. "He said it was to represent her blood. He said it's like a 'thing' with the grown wizards, or whatever. Apparently it's the purest of the pure, like they could trace it back to beyond the Ancient Egyptians, dude. She came from a bloodline full of pharaohs! Bloody hell, she's practically royalty."
Quinn and Santana giggled together at Puck's enthusiasm, "You sure it's not you who has a crush, Puckerman?"
Puck flushed, but ignored Quinn's comment, "He said she hates it, though. Apparently, Karkaroff parades her around, because it's something that's envied by a lot of people or whatever. She's always doing shit to get in trouble. He said she was pissed as hell when she was dragged here to be shown off like a trophy, so she hung Filch up by his trousers in the corridors! It was hilarious! He was screaming bloody murder to be brought down! She wants to leave for Durmstrang immediately, but she can't do so without Karkaroff's consent, and he won't let her go." Puck shrugged and sat down, signaling the end of his tale.
"Wow...well," Santana was at a loss for words, so she stood and clasped her hands together, "thanks for the bedtime story, Noah, but I'm going to sleep. I'm entirely too tired for this crap." She grinned and made her way to the dorms, her mind on the girl- Aaron, the whole way.
Even though Puck had given her information about the girl, she wanted more of it She felt like there was more to whatever it was Puck was talking about, so she wracked her brain all night, trying to think of ways to speak to Durmstrang's mysterious student. She figured she could just sit next to her at breakfast the next morning, and maybe let things happen from there. Feeling content with her solution, she turned over and allowed sleep to take over.
Meanwhile, in her quarters of the Durmstrang ship, Aaron was staring up at the ceiling, thinking of the small Latina she had noticed earlier, wondering who she was. Krum had informed her that the girl had been watching her rather intently before Aaron had seen her. Aaron fiddled with her wand, remembering the dark chocolate eyes she'd looked into for a brief second, and she grinned at how the girl had blushed and looked away, like she'd been caught doing something bad.
Aaron set her wand down and closed her eyes, falling asleep with thoughts of who the raven haired beauty was.
a/n woo, intro-ish thing this is. anyways, i didn't really know how to explain the way Aaron looked, but if you want, I know I pictured her hair the way BlasianJas 's hair looks, but to make it easier, we can just say that she looks like BlasianJas. So there you go :) reviews are appreciated, even though I'm pretty late in the game with these fanfic options, since both series are over, so i'm not really expecting a lot, but they're still appreciated. Thanks.