Blaze
Amber and Ruby
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't our property. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter two: Fire
I opened my eyes. I felt a bit strange… Like last time, the Dementors brought back the saddest memory that I had; the memory that I didn't remember. The vision was hazy.
There was a boy with brown hair… I couldn't see his face. He was on the ground… his clothes were torn and bloody…
It was a short vision but it connected me to my past. Who was the boy?
"Are you okay?" Yanika asked looking worried.
I tried to smile. "I'm okay. Don't worry."
"You don't look okay, Blaze," Josephine replied frankly.
I took a lollipop from my jeans pocket and started devouring it. I was drained out.
Bryony sighed. "That Dementor made me feel unusual."
Josephine gave a sad smile. "Me too. Harry Potter also fainted."
"Potter?" I said with venom.
"No need for hard feelings Ms. Slytherin," Yanika mocked.
"Shut up," I hissed.
I hated Potter's gut. He always glared at me and I always glared at him. We were 'enemies' from distance. I didn't know why I disliked him so much and I didn't think it was because he was a Gryffindor and I was a Slytherin. Richard, my adoptive brother, was a Gryffindor and I loved him dearly. However, he is my brother so he's not the best example. He is the only Gryffindor which I talked to.
Josephine, 16, is in Ravenclaw. She has short, black hair and blue eyes. I have to admit that she's really good in Astrology. Bryony, 17, is a Hufflepuff. She's Josephine's cousin and it was Josephine who introduced us. She is crazy about Quidditch. Yanika, 15, is a Ravenclaw. She hates slimy things and other slimy stuff…
And me? Well, I'm known as Blaze Hughes and I am seventeen. I'm a Slytherin and people describe me as a stuck up. No one has really told me that in my face, but I know what they think and whisper. The only person who seems to like me at school, and is not Richard, is Severus Snape. Why? Well, because I'm the only one who pays attention in his class and the only one who got an O, meaning Outstanding, in Potions. Besides potions, I really like Ancient Runes. I got an A, Acceptable, in it. The other subjects? Let's say that they're all a failing grade.
A few seconds ago, I've told you that the only person who seems to like me at school, and is not Richard, is Severus Snape. What about Yanika, Josephine and Bryony?
They're not 'friends'. They're just people who I hang up with. Why do they stay around and deal with with me? Who knows? Maybe, it's because they're too scared to tell me to leave them in piece.
So, about my life…
Seven years ago, the Hughes found me in the back garden covered with blue fumes. They tried to help me. The asked me what my name was, where I lived, about my relatives but I remembered nothing.
They didn't even know my age, but Mr. Hughes performed some weird spell and got to know that I was exactly 10 years old. They raised me up as their daughter and gave me love. It was Paul, 18, the eldest son of Anelie and Áed Hughes, who decided to call me 'Blaze'. Mrs. and Mr. Hughes (respectively) got uncommon names right? Anelie is German and Áed is Irish. The rest of the journey was what one could describe as normal.
Then, we arrived at Hogwarts. I was so happy and eager to start school… not really. I felt like a fish out of water or like a dragon that was unable to breathe fire.
I sat at my House's table. Draco kept chattering and talking… I felt like cutting his tongue and burn it in front of the headmaster. I sighed. Patience, I chanted in my head.
Dumbledore began by giving a great speech. However, McGonagall quickly got his attention to get to the point. The man with white beard introduced the new teacher; R.J. Lupin. He also announced that Hagrid was going to teach 'Care of Magical Creature'. I heard groans coming from my table. I didn't blame them. Hagrid didn't seem to fit as a teacher.
However, the groans were silenced by the claps (most coming from the Gryffindor table) and Hagrid turned the shade of a cherry.
Then, the headmaster warned us about the Dementors. They were going to guard the castle. With the mention of Dementors, I saw Draco pretending to faint. I was ready to give him a piece of my mind, until I noticed him looking at Potter.
That was my first day at Hogwarts as a seventh year student.
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