SUMMARY: When the daughter of the most powerful pureblood line is orphaned, she is sent back to the origin of her family's name, the British Wizarding World. Due to live until the end of her school term encased behind the magical walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there she enters the world of the Second Wizard War and meets the ever-changing sides inside the student population themselves; the Phoenix and the Serpents. While doing her best to figure out the people behind the murders of her parents, Allegra Peverell delves deeper into the tensions that are rising as well as doing her best to ignore the devious, passionate attraction between her and the dangerous leader of the Serpents: Draco Malfoy.
WARNING: Draco/OC story with strong profanity; set in the time of the Second Wizarding War and Harry Potter's 7th year. Compliancy: until the end of the second of the sixth book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and Dumbledore's death did not happen as well as their trip to Voldemort's cave for Slytherin's Locket.
Toulouse, France; August 23rd, 1997
The warring winds blew through the tangled strands of her wet hair and the sky thundered with an unmatched anger. Her clothes were matted down against her paled skin as she continued to stare in shock at the lifeless bodies of what were once her parents; mutilated to the point of no recognition. Their blood, a jarring red, mixed with the water as it ran down what was left of the flesh upon their bodies. A single glance down at their torsos revealed the messy words in bold: blood traitor.
What is a blood traitor? Who could be this-this evil enough to do such a thing? Her mind raced with thoughts as she tried to figure out whether this was an unsightly illusion or an unfortunate dream, but to her dismay, she was well alive and er parents were dead. Blurred bodies draped in the practical color of black and the unmistakable flash of green and red lights were all she could comprehend, before the familiar tug in her stomach snapped her back to the reality of her situation and she screamed out in protest, fighting against the constricting hands upon her wrists.
"Mum! Dad! No!" She cried out, struggling and scratching and biting like a wild animal to get to her parents with an earnestness like never before. She had to hear them breathe, to feel her mother pat her cheeks whenever she felt flustered, to feel her father grab her in a tight hug and lift her up high in the air. But that was not realistic, nor will it ever happen. Because with a single glance at their bodies, she knew they would never be alive once more.
And that was the one thing that made her body limp and let her mind surrender to the spreading darkness in her eyes.
Hogwarts; September 1997
It was on a dreary September morning that news came in. Two boys, one with strawberry-blonde hair and the other with black curls, were found in the Great Hall of their school much too early while others decided to sleep in late. Only a few were awake enough to see the school owls fly in and dump a large rolled-up paper on their plates, and curiously, they opened it up to find a large headline staring boldly at them in their eyes. The boys gasped out loud as they skimmed over the article, looked at each other, then jumped over their bench and darted out of the doors for their common room.
Harry looked up from his ongoing board game of Wizard's Chess that he was playing with Ron, and Hermione's head swiveled around to find out what had caught his attention for so long. To her utter confusion, she watched as a crowd of students began to surround Seamus and Dean, and the whispers began to float to her ears. Some in shock, others nervously.
Ron frowned impatiently, "Oi! Finnegan! What's going on?" He bellowed from across the room in query. Attention turned to the Golden Trio, sitting by the fireplace, and watched as the slightly bulky form of Neville Longbottom rushed up to them with the Daily Prophet in his hands. He plopped down on the floor in-between the three and unrolled the bunched up newspaper.
"What? Another article from that horrendous woman, Rita Skeeter?" Hermione said aggravatedly.
Neville shook his head and pointed at the pictures at the top of the paper, "Look."
Hermione set her book down and stood up while Harry and Ron peered over his shoulder, both curious as to what the fuss was about. Three sets of horrified intakes of breath was soon heard, and Neville's face paled even more at their reactions.
"A-are those muggles?" Ron said.
Hermione shook her head and pointed a quivering finger at the clear depiction, "No, Ron. They were muggleborn and half-blood supporters, see? Look at-"
"Peverell."
Three heads swiveled to Harry; whose flashing green eyes lingered on a single line in the article. Hermione frowned at her friend and Ron stared back and forth between his friends with a blank, i'm-not-getting-this-will-you-please-explain-it-to-me look on his face. Hermione's eyes followed Harry's to the paper, and with a sudden eagerness, took it out of Neville's hands and began to read it aloud.
"It is with a sadness and grief that we inform the Wizarding World of the deaths of Margaery and Damascus Peverell..." She trailed off and a dawn of understanding came upon both her's, Ron's, and Neville's faces.
It had been a very long summer for all who supported Dumbledore and Harry; battles against the Death Eaters lasted for days and the three would sit up all night waiting for the adults to come back to Grimmauld Place, with hopes that they were still alive. News came in every morning until they became a common occurrence: deaths of innocent muggles and muggleborns alike, the loss of many Ministry jobs for all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, the often sightings of Dark Marks found in the skies. The death of their best dueler, Alastor Moody.
After the attempt on Albus Dumbledore's life, it had changed everything, and it had signaled the start of war. And with the resignation of Albus Dumbledore from his post as Headmaster of Hogwarts as well as his disappearance from public eyes, they were met with Severus Snape as Headmaster at the Welcoming Feast and the recruiting of Professors from Durmstrang because of the sudden, suspicious disappearance of their other teachers. Unfortunately to their disbelief, Dumbledore's last wishes for them was to attend their last year of school, and he spent every available time that he could to teach them about Voldemort's past, his secrets, the Deathly Hallows. The only good thing that they could find was that their Head of Houses; McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Slughorn, and even Hagrid still remained, to their relief. And with the arrival of fellow housemates the Golden Trio did not feel as threatened as they should have.
However, the rudeness and sneers between the Gryffindors and Slytherins had grown into pure malice and a dangerous tension that was felt by everyone, and whispers of students who were members of the Order of the Phoenix or others with the Dark Mark upon their arms began to spread. It was not safe to walk around by yourself if you were siding with the light or the dark. The two sides; to which were called the Phoenixes and the Serpents, were like push-and-pull. Both had leaders, both held powerful witches and wizards, both were equally balanced. An unspoken agreement was felt by all the students that you would not go around without friends; else you would find yourself bruised and bloody. Worse, dead.
"...the last living adult purebloods of the Peverell line. Not only were they large contributors to the advancement of St. Mungo's medicines, but they were widely respected and loved by many. 'Margaery was like any other mother: loving, caring, and much too worrisome for her young age. I used to tell her when we were young that we don't get any younger and her wrinkles will still continue to grow bigger', said Horace Slughorn, a friend to the Peverell's as well as renowned Potions Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Bloody hell," Ron exclaimed and peered down at the picture, "Look at their bodies! They weren't just killed, they were mutilated!"
Hermione shot him a glare at his awe-filled excitement and snapped, "This isn't a game, Ronald Weasley!"
Neville gave them a small smile and changed the subject, "Look here, Hermione." Hermione glared at Ron one last time before turning her head back to the Daily Prophet and gasped.
"Damascus Peverell was known widely for his contributions to Arithmancy as well as his knowledge in the creation and production of spells. His most famous spells were the Patronus Charm and-"
Ron and Harry exchanged exasperated looks over her head and Neville shook his head in amusement at the girl; her interest in knowledge was always a topic of humor amongst many of the students in their year.
"Harry!" The aforementioned person jumped in fright at her loud shriek as she yanked on his sleeve and jabbed her finger into the paper, "Harry! They had a child! See! 'Their only child and last heir to the Peverell line is Allegra Peverell, who has been taken under protection and to her parent's will, will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry until further notice."
Harry exchanged looks with Hermione, Ron, and Neville and immediately decided that he did not like the situation at all. If she truly was a child of the Peverells, then she must have been powerful. And if she was to be sorted into Slytherin, it would become an even bigger problem.
He did not find any problems with the Slytherins at first, but as time passed, his hatred of them grew. He did not like their choice of side. Voldemort was a poison and his followers helped inject it into kids who could had potential to become something great, but were now harsh and unrelenting to their supposed 'enemies'. Everyone was either filled with distrust, wariness, or a fear that should not have existed in the souls of students at school. He worried for his friends, for Ginny, for what would happen to him and everyone else.
But most of all, he worried for what was to become of his last school year.
A/N: short author's note, VERY SORRY for the confusion at first, that short two paragraphs was not the first chapter. ;_;. I'm new to and it's publishing/new story process so please bare with me as I try to get a feel of the new tools I'm presented with! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter/prologue. Did you like it? Was there anything wrong with it that you have a desperate need to comment on? Anything to improve it to your liking is welcome in the reviews! ;Victoria