For all of you who might be confused since this does not seem like a parody, the first chapter is just a fake really, but it is necessary because it is incorporated in the next chapter.
Chapter 2 is Where the REAL Parody begins!
Anaxerete Bellona Astraea hopped off the Hogwarts Express looking around her nervously. The cold September chill whipped her long honey-colored hair around her chin. Her grey eyes peered intently through the fog, trying to make a distinction in the large castle shaped figure hidden behind the fog. She silently followed a group of first years twittering with excitement at the prospect of starting life at Hogwart's. At seventeen she was much older than those surrounding her, and she stood out, but Dumbledore had informed her earlier that she still needed to be sorted like everyone else.
As she entered the large banquet hall she took her place at the end of the line. Dumbledore said she was to be sorted last, after all the first years. After awhile they had reached Marilyn Zetes and only Anaxerete was left. She felt all eyes on her as she made her way up to where Professor McGonagall stood.
"And now for a transfer student from a prestigious wizardry school in Greece, a seventh year student Anaxerete", the professor smiled at Anaxerete over her glasses and made a motion for Anaxerete to sit.
The sorting hat rested on her head for a while, silent, and made Anaxerete wonder if the famed hat had perhaps stopped working. Then all of a sudden, it made it's voice heard.
"A hard one to sort. Hard indeed. Witty, yes, and kind too. But no, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are not for you." The hat frowned. "There is so much Slytherin and so much Gryffindor in you. Tis' a thin line you walk. Courageous and ambitious. You have much power, but what will you do with it?"
The room was silent and it seemed as if all of the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables were sitting forward, waiting for the sorting hat's final word.
"BETTER BE…. SLYTHERIN!"
Anaxerete walked over to a table of cheering Slytherins and sat next to a quite good looking boy with platinum blonde hair. Draco Malfoy looked Anaxerete over, admiring her slim figure and pretty Grecian looks.
"I'm Malfoy." He said nodding an acknowledgement.
"I'm Anaxerete." "Why'd you transfer to this spectacular dump we call Hogwart's?" he said.
"It's a long story, but the summary is my mum died and my dad wants nothing to do with me."
"Sorry bout your mum", he said, shoveling food into his mouth. Anaxerete shrugged, "She didn't like me much anyways." Anaxerete saw Draco little over the course of the week and was spending much time with the only friend she had made at Hogwarts since she had arrived; Neville Longbottom. At first Neville had been weary of her, thinking her to be an evil, indignant Slytherin, but to his surprise, she had turned out to be quite friendly. They now sat in the grass out by the Quidditch pitch, sharing stories. "That's awful about your parents." Anaxerete said chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. "Yeah, well, you lost your mum too." "Oh but she didn't like me." Anaxerete said to the complete surprise of Neville. "How can a mother not like her own daughter?"
Anaxerete tried her best to explain.
"My mother was not known as… well, to put it simply, she was not a supporter of abstinence, so it came as no surprise when she got pregnant with me at 16. My mother was from a very respected wizarding family, and she was betrothed to a son from another powerful wizarding family. However, when I was born, her betrothed's family broke of the engagement; they couldn't have her staining their family line with her mark of disgrace. And so she blamed me for ruining her life, for keeping her from marrying into a wealthy family and gaining power."
"But what about your father?", Neville asked.
"She never told anyone who my father was. She took that secret to the grave." Anaxerete was walking down a corridor with Neville when she bumped into a boy with messy black hair. She fell backwards and her books were sent flying in every direction. "I'm so sorry." The boy said as he and Neville scrambled to pick up her books. "That's quite alright." She said, getting up and dusting of her uniform. He handed her a book and his bright green eyes met her soft gray ones. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." She smiled. "I know who you are." "These are my friends, Ron and Hermione." He said, motioning to two people standing behind him whom Anaxerete had not noticed earlier. "Anaxerete, nice to meet you", she said, extending her hand. Ron shook it but Hermione simply looked at her. "You're a Slytherin, are you?" "That's what it says on my robe", Anaxerete said pointing to her house patch. Hermione wrinkled her nose at Anaxerete. "I've heard the professors talking about you; they say you're a powerful witch." Hermione leaned in close and whispered to Anxerete in a voice so low only she could hear. "Lets make one thing clear, I am head girl, I am the smartest witch in this school and I won't let you take that away form me." Harry, Ron, and Neville were eyeing this confrontation but didn't interfere. Anaxerete decided at that moment that Hermione was everything that Draco had warned her she was, an egocentric little prat. Anaxerete whispered back, "I'd like to see you test your power out against me…. Mudblood." Hermione pulled away, her face red with rage. "Nice to meet you all", Anaxerete said and then continued walking down the corridor with Neville.
The next day in potions class Anaxerete kept noticing Harry was shifting uncomfortably in his chair and turning around to look at her every couple of minutes. Apparently Snape noticed too.
"Mr. Potter, since you can't seem to concentrate perhaps you would like to here my lecture again today, in detention." Harry grimaced and Draco sneered at the back of Harry's head. Snape went back to lecturing and Anaxerete took down notes, she had already learned all of this material in her old school but she still took notes because she knew sooner of later Neville would want to borrow them. Next to Anaxerete Neville was now taking a nap and Anaxerete was hoping that Snape wouldn't notice. Draco turned to tell Anaxerete something and noticed Neville sleeping. Draco started to open his mouth to notify Snape but Anaxerete stopped him.
"Don't Draco!" she whispered urgently, grabbing onto his arm.
"Why not? The squib deserves it." He said.
"Please Draco, just leave him be."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Why do you hang out with Longbottom anyways? You're a Slytherin, you should stick to your own house."
"You can't tell me what to do!" she protested.
"Maybe I can make you." Draco said, smirking at Anaxerete behind a strand of hair.
"What do you mean?" Anaxerete asked. She was suspicious of the knowing look Draco had.
"Let's just say I know something about you that you yourself don't know. I could be useful blackmail."
Anaxerete was about to reply when Snape's voice pierced through the air. "Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Astraea, perhaps you would like to join Mr. Potter in detention this evening."
Anaxerete blushed as she realized that Snape was standing by her desk and probably had been for awhile. Draco made a face at Anaxerete. Snape bent over Neville's sleeping figure and yelled in his ear.
"MR.LONGBOTTOM." Neville awoke with a start and turned red as he realized the whole class was looking at him.
"Longbottom. Detention." Snape said coldy and suddenly seemed frustrated with the class entirely. "Dismissed."
That night in detention they sat in silence for the first 30 minutes. Neville was asleep again and Anaxerete was trying to burn a hole in the back of Draco's head with her glare. Harry was busy contemplating whether he should start a conversation with Anaxerete and if so, about what? Anaxerete couldn't stand the silence anymore; she got up from Neville's side and sat next to Draco. "Couldn't resist me eh?" Draco said with a smirk. "What do you know?" Anaxerete asked. "A secret about you." "I know that, but what is it you know and how do you know?" Draco decided to answer her last question first.
Malfoy leaned in even closer to Anaxerete's surprise and whispered in her ear.
"I know who your father is."