Slytherin Princess
This story is based on the characters and setting on the Harry Potter series.
I do not own anything you recognize.
Introduction:
This story is assuming that Voldemort never rose back to power after his killing curse rebounded off of baby Harry. It will be focussing on the characters and setting (ie. Hogwarts Hogsmede) of the Harry Potter universe.
The story begins in Harry Potter's sixth year...
Chapter 1
The Hogwarts great hall was abuzz with students fresh from the holidays. Everywhere, friends were filling each other in on all their summer activities; girls catching up on the latest who's dating who, guys giving each other exact accounts of quidditch games they won.
"And then, at the last second he flew out of thin air and snatched the snitch from his-"
"Could you give the colour commentary a break for a bit, Ron!" Hermione interrupted her friend. Ron Weasley was in the middle of describing his and Harry's quidditch adventures at the Burrow to Dean Thomas. "The first years should be filing in at any moment."
"Jeez, Hermione, you think I care about a bunch puny firsties?"
"Ronald!"
"He's got a point you know," defended Harry. "Now, Ron, get back to the part where I..."
At the Slytherin Table, Blaise Zabini was recounting his own summer adventures to Draco Malfoy.
"-so when my step-father hired that hot piece of arse to be his newest intern, I knew I had found myself a new conquest. And that was that."
"Well done, Blaise," congratulated his friend while giving him a pat on the back.
"So you shagged her right?" inquired Gregory Goyle from across the table.
"Yes, Goyle, he did," sighed Malfoy, sending the boy his infamous eyeroll.
"So how as your holiday, Draco?" asked Blaise.
"Ah, my friend, you know I never kiss and tell."
"Haha, not what I meant, but somehow you've wound up with that reputation of yours!" implied Blaise.
"Sure, Zabini," teased Draco. "Whatever you say!"
"Hey Draco!" called Pansy Parkinson. "Aren't you going to wish me a-"
Pansy was cut off by the creaking of the great hall doors opening. In marched Professor McGonagall followed by a bunch of nervous looking first-year students, all anxious to be sorted and begin their time at Hogwarts. Behind them glided in an older student. She had long wavy hair, coloured a dark golden brown. She stood confidently at about 5'5, and had a thin, fit frame. She was not wearing the school uniform, or at least not in its traditional form. She wore a high-waisted charcoal grey skirt, into which was tucked a white ruffled blouse. On top on the blouse she wore a black fitted cardigan, matching her patent black pumps. The small heel on her shoes, along with the back seam on her sheer pantyhose, gave her legs the appearance of going forever. The girl stood out clearly from the rest of the new students and captured the attention of many onlookers.
"Who's the new babe?" whispered Ron to Harry from the Gryffindor table. The two were ogling the girl shamelessly.
"Don't know, but I'd sure love to find out. Reckon she's an exchange student or something?"
"She must be. Pray she gets into Gryffindor, mate."
"Boys..." muttered Hermione to herself. But she had to admit, she herself was curious about this new student.
Several similar whispered conversations were taking place among the four house tables. The chatter stopped, however, as Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and read the first name to be sorted.
"Logan, Caroline."
The girl in question, the girl everyone was wondering about, as a transfer student was first to be sorted. She strode up to the stool, had the sorting hat placed on her head, and waited. As did every other person in the hall, until the hat shouted:
"Slytherin!"
The silence in the room broke. Several sighs of disappointment were heard from across the Great Hall, particularly from the Gryffindor table. The Slytherins however looked smug, as did their newest member. Caroline stood up, and with a flick of her wand her outfit was transformed. The sweater now sported green and silver accents, and the shoes: snakeskin. She strut to the Slytherin table, took an open seat, and waited for the sorting to continue, all the while paying no attention to the stares that followed her across the room.
"Conroy, Elizabeth."
"Hi, let me introduce myself. I'm Theodore Nott," smoothly greeted the boy sitting next to Caroline. "You're new to Hogwarts?"
Caroline turned to look at the boy who had spoken to her. "Yes I am. My name's Caroline Logan."
"It's very nice to meet you Caroline," responded Theo with a wink. "And I take it from you're accent you're from America?"
"Canada, actually," she replied with slight disinterest.
"Wow, way up north. I'll be looking forward to you showing me how you all keep warm up there..." he said suggestively.
"Hansen, Peter."
"Ugh, this is boring me already!" complained Harry.
"You're just upset that you're dream girl got sorted into Slytherin," pointed out Hermione to her friend.
"Do you blame me? Just look at Theodore Nott trying to chat her up already! God, what a slimy bastard!" Hermione looked in the direction Harry pointed out and from what she could see Nott was sliding closer and closer to the new girl. She didn't appear too thrilled by that fact, however.
"Harry, just give it a rest with your tantrum. It could be worse."
"Ya, it could be Malfoy." agreed Harry.
"Prewett, Georgia."
Caroline was indeed uninspired by the boy's lack of tact. Could people at this school really be that dense?
"So, I'll bet you need someone to show you around the Slytherin dormitories," Theo continued, as he leaned towards her.
"Theo! Professor Snape would like to speak to you after the sorting," interrupted a girl from across the table. "I think he mentioned it being about the letter your mother sent him detailing all the foods that make your body sprout splotchy red hives?" Caroline laughed at the girl's comment, unlike Theodore who flushed with anger and embarrassment.
"I'm Taylor, by the way Taylor Donovan. Welcome to Hogwarts, and Slytherin. I'd be happy to show you the common room myself," she continued turning to Caroline.
Caroline looked back at Theo for a second, raised an eyebrow at the boy, laughed once and answered Taylor.
"That would be great."
"Wilson, Antony."
"Hey Draco, check out Theo! He's as red as a tomato!" laughed Blaise.
Draco Malfoy swatted away Pansy's fluttering hands to look down the table at their fellow six year. Theodore Nott was definitely sporting a bright red blush; Draco had never seen the boy this flustered. He caught the new girl sitting next to him give him a look of clear superiority and distain. 'Ah,' he thought to himself. 'He got shot down by new girl already.' Draco laughed under his breath, before responding to Blaise.
"Looks like Hogwart's newest bird is breaking hearts and stealing dignities already."
VC
Author's Note:
I would love to hear all your comments and ideas about the story so far! I look forward to continuing the story, but it would really motivate me to read what the readers feel about it. I will be posting pictures of most of the main characters on my profile, so feel free to take a look if you are interested!