Chapter One - Descendant of Merlin
My name is Isabella Marie Fellstone, and I'm a witch. In fact, everyone in my family is. I'm a pureblood and I'm quite proud of that fact, but I don't discriminate against those who aren't lucky enough to be from an all magic family. I'm a chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team at Hogwarts. Slytherin hasn't lost a game in five years and we just continued the streak by destroying Gryffindor. Just in time for the winter holidays too.
I walked back up to the castle that served as my school from the Quidditch pitch feeling very pleased with myself and how the match had turned out. It was a long game; it took our seeker nearly eight hours to catch the snitch. I still can barley feel my fingers.
I smiled as my best friend Lynx practically tackled me from behind. Her squeal told me that she was proud of the 56 points I had earned. I laughed as I looped my arms with her, and soon we were joined by out favorite guy. Allistor. Even he seemed to be impressed, which was quite rare.
"Great game, Fellstone!" he greeted with a friendly smile. I wrapped my hand around his waist and pulled him and Lynx happily to me. They were the greatest friends I could ever ask for.
Allistor is from a very old blood line and his parents are huge blood-purists. They love me because of my blood status, but Lynx is a different story. Aliistor's parents tolerate her very well, but her grandmother is a muggle so they look down on her.
"Thanks Alice!" I beamed earning me a low growl from Allistor. He despises it when I call him Alice, but as of late I've taken a great liking to pushing all his buttons. A light coating of snow dusted the ground and Allistor took this as a window of opportunity for payback.
He quickly grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it down my back before running into the castle, laughing hysterically. I shrieked out in rage and ran after him. Lynx just died laughing and ended up rolling on the snow in glee completely covering her robes in a fine powder.
I lost track of Allistor down a dark corridor, so I trudged up to my dorm room on half dead legs. Riding a broomstick for eight hours straight is extremely exhausting in every way imaginable. There was a celebration party going on in the Slytherin common room for the team. I promised I'd be right back and went down to my room to change into dry robes.
Dressed warmly I slipped back up to the party where I was shaken and pulled and jostled from all the people congratulating me. I loved the after parties almost as much as I loved playing Quidditch itself. This time, however, I was too tired to pay much attention. I could tell most of the team was, but at least there was a fire going and food being passed around.
It wasn't long before Lynx and Allistor found me. I shot Allistor a light-Hearted glare at which he laughed at and then handed me a warm butterbeer. I greedily gulped it down and took a pastry from a nearby floating tray.
"That was a bloody brilliant game!" cheered Lynx with a bright smile. She was gorgeous in her normal muggle clothes, but the school robes hid her perfect womanly figure and even took away some of her beauty from her light blonde hair. She had secretly fancied Allistor since third year, and I had a strong suspicion he fancied her too. They would make a cute couple, I had to admit.
"Everyone was on the edge of their seat. I think I even saw Snape stand up as Giovani lunged for the snitch!" Lynx continued animatedly. Gregory Giovani is our seeker. He isn't the best Slytherin has eve had, but he gets the job done.
"I'm afraid I did get a bit taken with the excitement of the moment,"droned a deeply velvety voice from behind my, just to my left. I jumped and spun in time to see Professor Snape practically materialize from the shadows of the corner. It gave me chills.
"Professor!" I gasped in surprise. He had started teaching at the beginning of my third year at Hogwarts, and I had never seen him in our common room for any reason whatsoever. Needless to say, it was a shock to see him now.
My reaction made him lift his brow with a look of bored contempt. I quickly recovered and smiled softly. Most students didn't fancy Professor Snape much. He frightened them. Not to mention most believed he was a support of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was intimidating, that was for sure, but I fully trusted Dumbledore's judgement.
"Yes," he said slow as if speaking to a mentally impaired child, "You did well. It was a good game. I trust you will spread my thoughts to the rest of the team." With that he strode past my friends and I; his robes billowing famously behind him. I watched as he cut straight through several groups of students without seeming to notice the dirty looks he was receiving.
"Well, that was strange." Lynx commented perplexed. I nodded with a slight laugh.
"I think he just complemented me." I said incredulously.
"It's Snape, how can you tell?" Allistor asked. We all laughed then, our voices joining in with the low roar of the common room.
"That was completely creepy how he just showed up like that! I had no clue he was there!" Lynx said throwing her hands up into the air expressively. She casually let her hand fall on Allistor's shoulder, and I saw a faint smile come to his lips.
I wasn't sure if I'd call Snape creepy, but he did seem to appear at the strangest, and most often inconvenient, times...
The party lasted about another half an hour before it started winding down. I headed to my dorm. Lynx and I shared a room which was sectioned off from the other rooms. All the dorms were connected by doorways, but had walls to add extra privacy. I heard that the guys had four to a room but their rooms were a little bigger. It didn't matter much to me. I was happy the way things were.