Again, there is no owning of anything Harry Potter related on mine and Eva's part. We just came up with the characters Eva and Iris.
Hey guys, so this is chapter two! Eva and I are very much enjoying writing this story. You have no idea how much of Harry Potter nerds we both are. So anyway, enjoy!
The next morning both Eva and Iris rushed to Breakfast, each hoping to see the other. Fate was on their side as they ran into each other at the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Iris! Good morning! Hope you slept well. It turns out I have potions with you! Isn't that great?" exclaimed Eva as soon as she approached her. Iris smiled with excitement and hugged Eva.
"I'm so glad" she said as she let go of Eva. "So we'll sit next to each other than? IT doesn't matter that we're in different houses does it?"
"Of course! Why should it matter? If it doesn't bother you, I could care less what everyone else thinks." Said Eva, as she walked towards her table. She spotted the red-headed brothers again. Actually it was kind of hard to miss them, they were on the table dancing and simply being nuisances. Eva couldn't help but smile, they kind of reminded her of her brother who was also outgoing and a bit of a prankster himself.
"I don't mind so it'll be great, we'll be friends no matter what anyone else says!" Iris exclaimed bringing Eva back from her previous thoughts. Eva turned to Iris and smiled. She was glad that she could have at least one friend who wasn't interested in her because of her family.
"Hey Iris, I saw you talking to those boys yesterday. Who are they? They seem to be quite the troublemakers." asked Eva.
"They're the Weasley brothers. The ones on the table are the twins, Fred and George, they're second years. The two redheads trying to get them down are Charlie and Percy. Charlie is a seventh year, he's head boy, and Percy is a fourth year, I think." Iris answered "Why do you ask? Fancy them? They are quite handsome, aren't they?
Eva couldn't help but blush a bit. "Of course not! I was just curious is all! One of the twins was staring at me like he wanted to talk to me so I at least wanted to know his name."
"Ok calm down. I was just messing with you." Iris smiled a bit. "I like your hair by the way. It looks nice curly." Eva thanked her for the compliment. She had quickly tied her hair into 2 pigtails today in hopes of getting ready faster, it was childish but effective. Iris had her curly hair loose which made her look older than Eva.
"I-" Before Eva could finish her sentence the twins, Fred and George she remembered, had made their way over to where they were standing.
"Well, well fraternizing with the enemy, eh? I am so disappointed in you, Iris" said the taller one, it was barely noticeable a few centimeters but Eva was good with details.
"Yeah and with a Slytherin no less!" exclaimed the other.
"Oh be quiet, Fred!" said Iris "You too, George. I can be friends with whomever I want there's no rule that says a Gryffindor and Slytherin can't get along."
"Yeah!" agreed Eva. "I have enough of that from my family. I don't wanna deal with those types of limitations here too."
The twins looked at each other and smiled. They had thought that the girls would immediately separate or back down like all first years do but it seemed these girls had more backbone than most first years. Before anything else could be said, the oldest Weasley brother interrupted.
"Stop bothering girls you two! How many times have I told you that? And first years at that!" Charlie exclaimed as he grabbed his brothers by the collar of their shirts. He looked like an older version of the twins, nicer though.
"Aw, Charlie we weren't being mean, right George?" said Fred
"Yeah we were just making sure they were getting on alright." Said George.
"Right and mum's decided that she's letting me grow out my hair and get a tattoo. Come on, boys." Said Charlie
"Actually, Head Boy, they weren't bothering us. They were just wondering why Iris and I got along considering we're from different houses." Eva defended. She couldn't explain why but she felt the need to defend the boys from the wrath of their older brother. They had, after all, said nothing particularly insulting.
"Is that so, Miss...?"
"Sinclair, Eva Sinclair."
"Well, Miss Sinclair I'll take your word and I'll let these miscreants live. You're lucky this pretty girl defended you boys." With Charlie grinned and turned to stop some boys from blowing up their breakfast. The boys grinned at Eva.
"Thanks never thought I'd be defended by a Slytherin, though." Said George.
"Right you are George but stranger things have happened. Thank you, Miss Sinclair, we owe your our behinds. Mum would have pulverized us if we got in trouble so early." grinned Fred.
"You're Welcome." Eva said, blushing once more. "Please, call me Eva."
Fred smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Fred Weasley, by the way. What poor manners of me to not introduce myself to our savior and a pretty one at that." Fred winked as Eva shook his hand.
"I'm this git's twin, George. Nice to meet you, Eva." He also shook her hand. "Well you better get some breakfast before you're late to class. We gotta run anyway, eh Fred? Mischief and all that." He turned to nudge his brother who was shamelessly staring at Eva and left.
"Huh? Right, better get going then. Hope to see you soon, Eva. You too Iris." Said Fred before turning to follow his brother.
"Well that was unexpected, huh?" said Iris. "I think Fred likes you Eva."
"Really? What would give you that idea?" answered Eva. "Him staring at me or the fact that he said he hopes to see me later? He's a Gryffindor, Iris and a Weasley at that! My Grandmother would never approve!"
"Really? That's too bad he's really sweet and he seems to genuinely like you. You shouldn't listen to what your family says, Eva. Follow your heart, that's the opinion that really matters."
"If only I could Iris, If only I could" Eva said sadly.
"Oh, you're being such a party pooper!" Iris exclaimed, exasperated. "Come on, let's get to Potions! We can't be late for our very first class."
Iris practically dragged Eva through the corridors and down the changing staircases. "You're so slow," Iris kept saying over her shoulder.
Finally, and with three minutes to spare, the two reached the dungeon and entered the Potions classroom. A few students were already there, eagerly waiting by their cauldrons. Iris quickly spotted two empty cauldrons next to each other and practically sprinted across the room to acquire them before any other student could.
"You know," Eva commented, "you confuse me. One second you're very quiet and subdued, and the next you're practically giddy with excitement. I don't get you."
"Yeah, no one really does," Iris bounced up and down. "But this is Potions! How can you not love Potions? It's only, like, the greatest subject ever!"
"Wow," Eva said, trying to contain her laughter. "Um, okay?"
"You'll love it!" Iris practically screamed. She quickly covered her mouth upon realizing the Potions Master had walked into the room. Professor Snape. Fred and George had told her that he was a slimy git who hated Gryffindor and never seemed to wash his hair, but Percy told her that as long as you stayed on his good side, he was more or less a fair teacher. She wasn't sure who to believe.
"Welcome to your first Potions class," Professor Snape began. "I do not expect many of you to find this class easy. Nor do I even expect some of you to pass this class with anything above an Acceptable. However, that is neither here nor there, so we may as well begin the first lesson so you can get the suffering over with and leave this class disheartened and disappointed in your very existence."
"Not a very cheerful character, is he?" Eva whispered.
Iris shushed her and kept listening with rapt attention. She found this all so fascinating.
For their first lesson, Professor Snape had them brew a simple sleeping potion – used to help any witch or wizard drift off into the world of slumber. A few times throughout the lesson Eva looked to Iris pleadingly, totally at a loss for what to do. Quietly, Iris offered help to her friend, only to find that Eva still had trouble with the Potion. Iris didn't understand Eva. It was all so simple. Each ingredient worked in harmony with the next to help build, strengthen and fortify the potion until, after an hour and a half, it fully came to fruition.
By the end of the class, Iris was standing beside her cauldron with a look of pure triumph on her face, while Eva was standing there utterly defeated and trying not to make eye contact with Snape. She felt guilty for letting down her own Head of House. She knew he expected better from her.
As Snape inspected each cauldron individually, Iris couldn't help but glow with pride. Hers was clearly the best in the class, and she was hoping Snape might reward her efforts with some House points. He didn't.
"Miss Sinclair," Snape said, coming to a halt beside Eva's cauldron. "Despite your best efforts, this potion has resulted in nothing short of revulsion." Eva cringed. "However, unlike many of your fellow classmates," Snape continued, glaring pointedly at Iris, "you acted alone and of your own will. This horrendous potion is your making and yours alone. 5 points to Slytherin."
What? Iris thought. That wasn't fair! Eva was the one who had asked for help with her potion, not Iris. Those House Points should be hers.
Iris saw a glint out of the corner of Snape's eye and had to stifle a gasp. He knew Eva had been the one who needed help. He knew Iris's potion was perfect. He was just being a selfish git and awarding the points to his own House instead. Iris was beginning to side with Fred and George about what a prick Snape could be.
When Snape dismissed the class, Eva began to walk out with Iris.
"I can't believe I just got 5 House points! On my first day and everything!"
"Yeah. Good job-."
"Miss Felix," Snape's voice cut through the din of the dispersing class. "Kindly remain behind for a word."
Eva and Iris exchanged confused glances.
"Uh, I guess I'll meet up with you later then," Eva said. She waved good-bye to Iris and left for her next class.
Iris remained until the last of the students had filed out of the class. Snape was busying himself with charming away the potions left behind in the cauldrons. When he didn't speak for a few moments, Iris decided to break the tension in the room. "Yes, Professor Snape?"
"Dumbledore has brought it to the attention of the entire staff about your condition," he said, now placing the potion ingredients back in their rightful places in the cupboard. He never once paused to look at her. "He's asked me to brew a special potion for you: the Wolfsbane Potion. I'm sure you are familiar with it."
"Well, yes," Iris said, hesitantly. "But I've never actually taken it before. I have to admit I'm kind of nerv-."
Snape cut her off. "You are to come to my office three hours before sunset on the day of your transformation. You will drink the potion, and then I will escort you to the Whomping Willow where you will follow the path beneath the tree that leads to the Shrieking Shack. You are to tell no one of where you will be. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Iris replied quietly. "But -."
"Good. Now leave. I've another class about to begin."
Iris wanted to talk more about the arrangements made for her, but knew Snape was done talking. She would only get herself into more trouble if she stayed. She grabbed her books and headed for the chamber door, almost colliding directly with Percy Weasley.
"Iris," he smiled at the sight of her. "What are you still doing here? Your class ended a few minutes ago."
"Professor Snape wanted to speak with me."
"About what?" the fourth year questioned.
"Oh, nothing important," she responded quickly, pushing past him to leave the dungeon.
The last thing on this earth she wanted was for Percy Weasley to know about her condition. What would he think of her if he were ever to find out?
Eva walked into her Charms class wondering what Snape could possibly want with Iris. The previous class had just ended as she entered. Her books where knocked out of her arms by the soon-to-be banes of her existence. Fred and George Weasley once again, she thought. Yet she couldn't find herself to be angry especially since Fred stayed behind to help her.
"Sorry about that. We really don't see where we run off to sometimes and we always cause trouble, willingly and unwillingly." He smiled as he picked up Eva's books. "I'll put these on your desk for you."
"No, Fred, really you don't have too." Eva said trying to stop him.
"Nonsense! I dropped them, it's the least I could do." He winked at Eva and put her books on a desk he chose for her. "Besides, a pretty girl deserves to have her books carried for her."
Eva couldn't help but blush and look away. She never had a boy pay her this kind of attention before. She decided she liked it, even if this boy was a Weasley and a Gryffindor. She looked up to find him grinning at her.
"You're really cute when you blush." He said. "Bet you already knew that, though. You must have a ton of boys after you."
"Well not really." Eva said. "I usually ignore most boys who talk to me."
"Oh, I'm special then?" he laughed. "You're really something else, you know? As lovely as it has been speaking to you, Miss Sinclair, I must get to class or I'll be in a world of trouble." He picked up her hand and kissed it. He grinned and winked at her again before turning to leave.
Eva had never felt herself go as red as she did that moment. She was pretty sure she rivaled his hair color and that she enjoyed every minute of it. As Iris was walking into the classroom, Fred was exiting after leaving a very flustered Eva behind.
"Oh hey, Iris! Good luck in class!" yelled Fred as he ran to his next class.
"Thanks!" yelled Iris. She was thrilled to find Eva had another class with her. She took the seat next to Eva and quickly noticed something was different.
"Something happen?" asked Iris concerned. Eva looked dazed and was a little pink.
"No, nothing. I just had a moment with Fred Weasley." Eva told her smiling.
"Really! What happened? I wanna know every detail!" Iris exclaimed. She was thrilled Eva had hit it off with Fred. Even more that Eva was so distracted telling her all about her encounter with Fred, she didn't ask about her meeting with Snape. Professor Flitwick decided he'd start with an easy spell.
"Wingardium Leviosa, is the easiest spell for first years to learn." explained Professor Flitwick. "So give it a try."
After many burnt feather and flying objects destroying half the classroom, it was decided that class was over. It was then time for lunch. Eva and Iris sat together and chatted about the events of the day.
"How cool is it that we have all our classes together!" asked Eva. "I can't believe our luck."
"Yeah, you're right." said Iris. "Eva, have you noticed the Slytherins have been pointing and laughing at you?"
"Yeah, I noticed. Can't say I really care though." said Eva nonchalantly. Iris was surprised that Eva was strong enough to ignore it all. "It's probably because of what happened with Fred."
"Why would that matter?" asked Iris.
"Well the Weasleys are known as muggle-lovers and they're poor. At least that's what my grandmother tells me. I usually block her out when she starts ranting though." explained Eva. "I'm expecting an owl from her actually. I know someone ratted me out."
"That's horrible! Why should it matter?" said Iris.
"Yeah but that's the way things are with pure-blood families, Iris. That's the way it's always been. It started with my great-great-great grandfather, Salazar Slytherin." Said Eva, she quickly covered her mouth when she realized what she had said. Iris dropped her spoon and her mouth hung open. Eva hadn't just said she was Slytherin's descendent, had she?
"What?" Iris asked incredulously.
"Nothing," Eva said quickly. "No, it's nothing."
"Eva, it's not nothing," Iris said, still shaken. "It's a very big something. It's… it's…."
"Nothing we need to talk about," Eva asserted. "No one needs to know. I'm not actually supposed to tell anyone."
Eva looked down sheepishly, clearly embarrassed and pissed at herself for making such a careless mistake. Her grandmother was going to royally kill her.
"Not supposed to tell anyone what?" came a voice from behind the two friends. They both turned quickly to see Percy Weasley standing there, looking at them with curiosity.
Eva froze. She hadn't expected the boy to be there, and her mind suddenly went blank as to what to tell him.
"What her parents do for a living," Iris answered simply. If Eva hadn't known the real answer to that question, she would've thought Iris was telling the truth. "Apparently they're very high up in the Ministry, but Eva refuses to elaborate as to what that actually means."
The two girls exchanged quick glances in which Eva thanked Iris for covering for her and Iris gave a look that said Don't mention it.
"Well, then if she's not supposed to tell, she should be allowed to keep her secrets." Percy smiled at Eva. "Anyway, Iris I was wondering if you wanted any help with your homework. I know some professors like to weigh their students down with homework on the first day, and if you were free, I'd be willing to give you a hand."
"Oh," Iris said, taken aback. "Well, I was going to hang out with Eva."
Eva gave Iris a nudge. "No. Go right ahead. I should get back to my House table anyway. Snape's been shooting glances over here for ten minutes now. I think I'm an embarrassment to his House or something… That's kinda awesome!"
Iris laughed and gave Eva a playful shove. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Night," Eva said over her shoulder as she stood and made her way toward the Slytherin table.
"Well, then," Percy said. "Shall we?"
"We shall," Iris responded. The two walked side-by-side back to the Gryffindor common-room.
Percy spent the next few hours with Iris, helping her with assignments and beginning papers, explaining to her what certain professors expected in class and how to earn House points from McGonagall. In all actuality though, the homework was nothing Iris couldn't handle herself, but she loved hanging out with Percy so much. He was kind and friendly and a true gentleman. She felt so comfortable around him.
Before they both knew it, the common room had emptied except for the two of them. At least, until Charlie strode down from the Boys' Dormitory.
"What's going on?" the Head Boy asked. "Iris, it's past midnight. You should be in bed. Percy, how could you let a fellow student stay up so late into the night? And a first year at that. If you want to make Prefect next year, you'll have to do better than this."
"We were just finishing up, actually," Percy defended. "Iris, you should probably go up to bed. I'll see you at breakfast."
"Oh," Iris said. "Alright then."
Before Percy could get out a proper "goodnight", Iris had already bounced up the stairs and pulled the door to the Girls' Dormitory quietly behind her.
She thought about climbing directly into bed and falling right asleep, but she decided to compose a note to Eva before slipping into Dream Land. She quickly grabbed a quill and parchment and wrote:
Eva,
Sorry about leaving you like that at dinner. But Percy was just so sweet to me while I worked on my homework. I think… well I think I might actually like him. I'll have to tell you all about it later! And speaking of things to tell, I still want to hear all about how Salazar Slytherin is your great-great-great grandfather. You can't just leave me in suspense like this!
-Iris
When she was done, she quickly grabbed Fester, handed him the note and sent him out through the window into the night. She then proceeded to climb into bed and fall asleep.
Meanwhile, in the Boy's Dormitory Fred and George were busy stifling their tittering as they gently dipped Lee's hand into a bowl of warm water. It was juvenile, they knew it, but the opportunity was just too great to pass up.
"Hey, what's that?" George whispered to his twin and pointed out the window.
"That, my dear brother," Fred replied, "is an owl."
"And it appears," George continued, "to have come from the Girl's Dormitory. Our new friend Iris, perhaps?"
"Oh, I am all over this!" Fred quietly exclaimed as he scurried to the window. He threw it open, pointed his wand at the bird and said, "Accio note."
The note Iris had written not three minutes before sailed through the open window and into Fred's hand. He quickly shut the window before Fester could fly in and peck him to death.
"What does it say?" George asked, coming to a halt beside his brother.
Fred unfolded the note and read it twice before handing it to George who read it three times then looked up at Fred incredulously.
"Iris is having feelings for Percy?" George asked.
"Eva is a descendent of Salazar Slytherin?" Fred asked.
And that was the sound of the shit hitting the fan.
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