Demon Child
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.
This idea has been traipsing through my mind for some time now. I know the whole 'Usagi is Voldie's kid' thing is been used a lot, but I'm trying to make this different. I hope that what I type resembles what I had planned out....
The 'Dream Team' is in their 6th year.
//- Sorting hat
""-talking
''- thoughts.
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"Let the sorting begin!" Dumbledore, the gray haired Headmaster of the most prestigious school in the wizarding world, took his seat at the front of the hall. Minerva McGonagall brought out the familiar stool and pointed hat.
Most of the older students were already bored with the ceremony, but some turned to stare at the new students arriving. They saw the usual line of terrified eleven-year-olds. Then they caught sight of the taller, cloaked figure at the back of the line. All of those watching pointed her out to those who weren't paying attention. All eyes in the hall were glued to that mysterious person.
"Ariss, Eileen." The first name was called, and the Hufflepuffs clapped mechanically as she was sorted to their house.
Quite a few more names had been called, but the person at the end of the line hadn't stepped forward yet.
"Riddle, Serenity." All whispers in the hall stopped much like when Harry Potter's legendary name had been called. Everyone present in that dining hall, aptly named 'Great', knew of only one other person that had that surname.
Thousands of eyes followed the cloaked stranger to the front of the room.
"You will have to remove the hood of your cloak, Miss Riddle." McGonagall frowned down at the girl. The professor already knew that she wouldn't like this girl. She wasn't told the girl's story, only Dumbledore knew about her past, and he refused to divulge any of her secrets.
A soft sigh was heard throughout the room and a pale, slim hand reached out from the depths of the black material. The hood of the cloak fell back, and the entire student population simultaneously gasped. A jagged scar running from her forehead, over her eye, to her chin ruined what would have been a gorgeous face.
Her hair was a pure silver, and emotionless wine red eyes stared out at the shocked faces.
Serenity looked up at the unnerved transfiguration professor and raised an eyebrow.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Sit down, girl."
Serenity gracefully lowered herself onto the three-legged stool, still looking out at everyone.
She didn't even blink as the hat slid onto her head.
//What do we have here? Voldemort's child? Your place is easy to find, you should be in Slytherin, Demon Child.// "SLYTHERIN."
The silver haired girl ripped the tattered old hat off her head and tossed it on the ground before her.
"If you ever mention that name to anyone, I will shove you in a fireplace and watch you burn."
Shocked whispers flooded the hall. No one at the Slytherin table clapped, they were also talking about Voldemort's child. Serenity stood and walked through the Hall, feeling everyone's eyes boring into her. They all leaned away from her as she passed them by. Despite their actions, she didn't flinch, she just lifted her vacant eyes, and walked slowly to her place at the Slytherin table. There was an empty seat at the end of the table closest to the professors, and Serenity sat there. When she did, there was a mad rush by all of Slytherin students to rush to the other side of the table. She looked at them all calmly, not appearing disappointed or annoyed in the least.
A few more names were called, but everyone was still too preoccupied with the frail looking girl called 'Riddle'.
A/N- Tell me if I should continue... I hope this makes sense eventually....