Lilith pov
It is not easy to face the present; it is not easy to face the future. However it is the past that is the most frightening of all, because we can't change the past, it has already happened and we must face the skeletons in our closet. Still it is from this that we grow strong, my experienced shaped me this way. My attempt and fail at true love and the hardest yet equally magnificent decision of my life... my daughter.
It is simple enough to say I was not happy with the events that have led me to once again board the Hogwarts Express. I never thought I would be back on this blasted train let alone on my way to Hogwarts. Merlin knows how my experience with the school was I can only hope Dema's will be better.
My worries were sadly interrupted by the ever constant banging on the compartment.
"Mom!Open up this stupid ass uniform itch terribly!" Dema's voice wined through the opposite end. Though she is known for her dramatics I sympathized so with much reluctance I made my way to the door.
"Dema darling, if I could wear that absolutely dreadful uniform for seven years then you can wear it for four." when the door opened you could see the irritation pulsing off her. Dema as anyone in a 4 mile radius could tell was not happy about our return to Britain. But she knew as well as I that we had too.
"Mom, I get that what we need is here...somewhere, "she dragged on her head casted down, "but do we have..."
"Darling, I know you are worried but everything is gonna be fine so don't be so nervous." I told her hoping my words would put an end to her nerves.
Dema released a dramatic sigh," Fine! Fine! "she gave in, " but just so you know I am not gonna like it here, this place has snob written all over it!" she dragged on " Nobody here even looks like me! They're all so tight and conservative, they look boring!" her face twisted into a grimace as the words left her mouth. For Dema that was the worst thing because if she was anything it would not be conservative, in any shape of form.
"I don't expect anyone could look like you here dear," My Dema would stick out like a sore thumb at Hogwarts. I already knew it. Her image alone would receive a few turned heads back home so here I am expecting to see the Exorcist.
It's not that she is beyond hideous to the eyes. No, she has got my families genes so there is the prominent look of a pure blood. If she wanted to I am positive she could befriend even the most prestigious slytherin. However much to my dead ancestors dismay Dema liked to stand out with her dark blue tipped hair (which at first I was against) and striking pale complexion. She definitely attained her aristocratic features it was just hidden underneath all the black she wore.
"My dear I thought you liked to stand out?" I tried to sooth her nerves. I know why she is like this.
She looked up at me ", I do it's just..." she paused, "he will be there."
Just as I thought he was the reason. "Don't worry about him..." I went to give her a hug, "he doesn't matter."
Dema must have noticed the sudden dismal in our mood.
"Ok, so maybe Hogwarts won't be that bad," she said changing the subject, " you will be there and since you're my teacher I am bound to pass with flying colors." she joked ," however as soon as I am sorted there is no way in hell I am keeping the uniform this way. I feel like a prude in this skirt!"
I burst in to laughter at my daughters antics. I know when the sorting ceremony finishes she will shock everyone and it won't be because of the way she dresses.
Our laughter though came to an end when we felt a sudden jerk, then the train came to a halt. "Mom, are we there already?" she questioned looking out the frosted window.
"We shouldn't be... Dema go have a look around I'm gonna see if I find engineer" We still have a good 39 minutes till we reach the castle so I am definitely getting to the bottom of this.
Dema's POV(authors' note)
"Okay…... Mother," as I gave my mother one last look I exited are compartment. I was certain we still had a good 39 minutes to go. It's still like a dream being here back in Brittan, especially here going to Hogwarts where he will be. I know why we were going, and just how important it is that we are here. My gut keeps telling me though that something will go wrong and it will be to late.
Everyone here seemed a little judgmentalalready on my walk back to the compartment earlier, either by ignoring me or giving me dirty looks. Then there is the ever current uniform problem, I swear it is as long as a nun's habit. All this mused in my mind as I walked down the hall. People poked there head out of there compartments to see what was going on, whispering and yells were heard all about. All these thoughts of what is going on? Kept plaguing my head what is happening?
Then I noticed the light start to give out and flicker, the air partially froze. It was when a sense of dread began in me thatI knew what was going on. I ran full speed to try and pin point where or more specifically what was causing it. A few seconds later I found it a Dementor sucking the happiness of a longed black haired boy with glasses.A long curly red head and, boy sat by startled by the creature, and a professor slept oblivious in the corner. Wow what a great teacher.
Then raising my hand I thoughtExpecto Patronum knowing fully well I was capable of wand less and nonverbal magic. Unlike most wizards I took quiet a shine to it and from mothers observations I have made progress others my age wished they could. As my spell quickly took effect a silver wolf took corporal form and ran towards the Dementor; the two remaining red heads turned towards me in shocked silence just as the professor woke up. With its task done he returned staying in form till I dismissed it.
"Who arrree you?" stuttered the red haired boy looking at me with widened eyes, "and how did you doo that, how did you know what to do?" the boy dragged on his words in disbelief.
"A corporal patronus is hard and requires great focus and power from someone you age." stated the professor who seemed to be fully awake now. Great I thought just wake up at the end why don't you.
I panicked what should I say to make it better without revealing myself? "Make sure he gets chocolate" I commanded as I turned to flee. Stupid, Stupid mom is gonna kill me I thought as I ran down the hall I suddenly crashedinto someone. "Sorry" I mumbled as I continued on my way only to look back once to see a pair of two cute red hair twins. Well maybe this place won't be so bad. When I finally reached the compartment I could tell mom was in there. Wow she must have gotten here before me. "Mom, I messed up…" I stated as I entered. Looking up I didn't just see my mother, that professor was there as well. Great let my misery begin.
"Dema I would like you to meet Professor Lupin," she stood up to introduce us, "he use to go to school with me." The professor's face was a sight he definitely remembered me, awesome.
Mom turned back to the Professor "Lupin this is my daughter Demonica," as soon as she said those words the air became awkward. Mom always tells me that I love to shock people and I do it gives me a thrill, but mom can achieve a shock that I never could. She was the queen of it all, where else would I have learned it all.
"Nice to meet you, please call me Dema," I finished with an innocent smile.
His facial expressions changed as he shook my hand "Pleasure." He continued on "You were quiet brave back there. Your daughter is quiet the young witch Lilith, she takes after you. Took down a Dementor all by herself." We went to sit down. "Wandless magic if I am not mistaken; you seem to have quite a talent for it."
Mom must have sensed my reluctance to speak. "Yes she does, I tend to teach her a little too much for her age."
The man didn't seemed shocked by her answer, "It's good that she knows how to defend herself. I too am thinking of teaching that spell this year."
It seemed it was Mom's turn to be shocked. "Teaching?" she questioned.
"Yes."
"Defense…How strange "she calmed herself, "I was under the impression that was the job I was to receive on my return to Hogwarts.
The rest of the ride was very uneventful after the Professor returned to his compartment with its startled occupants'.
After the rest of that awkward ride I had to bid Mom ado, since she would get to the castle a different way. Leaving me alone and lost to how would reach that dreadful castle. Looking around to see how I would be getting there, I spotted the black haired boy from the compartment and decided to ask him. "Ummm hi! I'm new here but I'm not a first year, I'm actually a third year can I ride to the castle with you guys please."
He looked startled "umm yaa..." was as far as he got before he got cut off.
"Oye I know you, you're that one girl who did wicked magic then ran off, bloody hell brilliant you were." the red head boy exclaimed.
"What spell did you use? And exactly how did you already learn it if your just a third year like us? You didn't even pull out your wand." The frizzy hair girl suddenly bombarded me with questions; a slightly jealous could be found in her narrowed eyes.
"It was you you're the one who saved me..." cut in the black haired boy pausing "why did you run away?" curiosity sounding clear in his voice. No luck for me I guess…
"Well you see my name is Demonica,and as for the no pulling out a wand I can actually do wand less and… nonverbal magic." I tried to slip it in casually hoping they wouldn't continue their questions, "Look I'm sorry I ran away it's just everyone been kind of cold to me so I panicked." I told them while looking down. It wasn't honest but hey it was believable.
Right away I noticed a change in frizzy haired girl. "I'm sorry how rude I'm Hermione Granger, the red head is Ron Wesley and this is Harry Potter, the black haired one." You could tell she sympathized with my little fib, maybe from one of her own experiences?"I'm sorry everyone has been being rube, hopefully we can be friends. "Stated Hermione her hand outreached.
I gave her my perfectly practiced smile as I took her hand. "Of course," I answered sweetly looking to her left I turned to face the darker haired boy. "Harry Potter...hmm well I truly hope you won't get offended if I don't fan girl. So don't get offended if I don't believe you can walk on water." I stated nonchalantly. Their mood towards me seemed to lighten when I said that.
The rest of the ride was spent talking and trading spells. When the carriage finally stopped and we stepped out a pompous voice was heard.
"You fainted is that right Potter? Is Longbottom here telling the truth? You actually fainted? A blue eyed blond hair boy sneered. You can tell from his overly cocky persona that he was a pure blood and if his long green trimmed robs were anything to go by that he was a slytherin.
Now I am in no way against the house, after all it was both mother's and her mother's house before her. However seeing that snobbishly, lest I saw handsome boy smirk and taunt at Harry's accident. I could feel my annoyance build up "Fainting from a Dementor attack is actually not that uncommon; imagine all the happiness leaving your body." I stated as I circled the blond boy like he was prey,"The feeling of nothing but emptiness and pain seep inside you burning you up. Do you honestly think the human body can handle that you ass... sorry I mean prat." After coming once again at level with him I stared into his piercing grey eyes as I closed up the space between us. "I don't know about you but I would prefer fainting to going complete insane."I state curtly before anyone else could open their mouth. Who did this guy think he was, to judge and ridicule without all the facts, he made me mad. As Icontinually stared at him I heard some Professor call my name.
"Demonica, follow me please," A tall female professor with a pointy hat called to me.
With that I gave the blonde one last glare before mumbling good bye to the others as I turned to follow the led me down the halls and turned to speck.
"I am professor McGonagall, please wait here until all first years are sorted then I will call your name and it will be your turn." with a final nod she left me in silence for what felt hours till I finally hear my name "DEMONICA SNAPE". I took one deep breath and open the door. It's show time people and with a smile I walked out.