Behind The Mask
Chapter 1: The Reunion
A/N: I know I only just posted but I want to get this story underway so people don't have to wait if they're interested. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, but this story will be very slow moving- I want to build characters.
He couldn't stop staring at her. She was wearing skin tight black jeans, dark green trainers and a tight dark green top under an unzipped brown leather jacket. He couldn't see her face, but she had tumbling black curls that almost reached her waist. He told himself that he was only staring at her because of the platinum blondes that surrounded her, but Teddy couldn't fool himself. He was staring at her because she was beautiful.
"So, who is she?" Harry's voice startled him.
"What?!" He yelped. If he was honest with himself, he didn't have a clue. Also, he didn't want Harry to know. They both tried to judge people on their insides, not their outsides.
"Oh, come on; tell me who you've staring at?" Did Harry even see the people she was with?
"I was just wondering why the Malfoy's are here, that's all." Teddy said, in a hope to distract him from the girl. It worked.
"Malfoy? Where?" Harry enquired. Teddy nodded in their direction, and heard Harry take a deep breath in. "Well I never. I can see why you were staring at her, though." Teddy looked at Harry. Damn, he had seen the real reason why Teddy had been looking at the Malfoy's.
"Perhaps we should go over" Harry suggested, after a while. He had been watching Teddy stare at her. Looking around, he had seen quite a few other boys staring at her too. Remembering Fleur DeLacour, he wondered if she was part Veela.
She could feel eyes on her. She could always feel eyes on her. That's because there always was eyes on her. Not that she could help it.
She stood with Draco, Astoria and Scorpio, not speaking. She hadn't spoken to any of them since she realised the near impossible task of achieving being in Slytherin House. Instead, she was left to dwell over how she was ever going to manage it. She didn't want to think of their reaction if she missed out on being in the best house. They would understand, and that would just be worse. Oh, damn her mother!
"We have company" She heard Draco mutter, and turned to see the famous Harry Potter. With him were a red head (who she presumed was his wife) and 4 kids. One of them was her age, but the rest were much younger. "Potter. Weasley. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Malfoy. Greengrass. Likewise." The way in which they spoke was civil, but left her wondering why they were speaking at all. They obviously weren't friends.
"Actually Malfoy, I just wanted to ask if we could put the past behind us. I never managed to thank your mother for what she did." This bit caught her interest, and she could feel her ears lengthening in order to hear more. She quickly shrunk them back to size, and hoped that Draco could shed some light on what Aunt Cissy had done.
"I shall pass them on, Potter. And I suppose we could put a few things in the past." Here he deliberated, "Like Sectumsempra. And the Astronomy Tower, if you don't mind."
Potter shook his head. "Not at all." In fact, he looked rather relieved.
"Now then, introduce me to your family. Then I'll introduce you to mine." Potter gave a slight smile.
"Well, obviously you know Ginny. These are my sons, James and Albus-"
"Um, Albus looks just like you." Draco cut across with his remark. Potter gave a slight smile before continuing.
"This is my daughter Lily, and-" He broke off what he was about to say and asked Draco a question, "Do you remember Professor Remus Lupin?"
Dessilava-Svetlana's heart began to race, and she heard a snarl rip through her throat. How dare he mention that name in her presence?! She glared at Potter, before realising that everyone was staring at her. More specifically, her eyes, which had turned red. Luckily, Draco stepped in.
Teddy stared at her blood red eyes in shock. Why had she reacted to his father's name like that? He only blinked when he heard Malfoy speaking.
"This is my cousin Dessilava-Svetlana Malfoy. She's a little sensitive about that name," He paused, clearly wondering how to continue. How would it be any more sensitive to her, than to me? "You see, that man was the one who killed her father." Teddy could feel his eyes widening in shock, and he wondered how that could have happened. Surely her father wasn't a Death Eater? "Oh and please ignore the eyes. She's a Metamorphmagus. I'm sure she'll calm down soon."
"Or not." Harry muttered under his breath.
Harry cleared his throat and said audibly, "Well, my godson here is Teddy Lupin," He paused to let it sink in, then said (to make it completely clear), "Remus' son. And he's also a Metamorphmagus." It happened in a flash. As soon has Harry had finished saying this, Dessilava-Svetlana had launched herself at Teddy Lupin and punched him in the face. Immediately the bruise disappeared.
Rage ran wild in her blood. The part of her that was like her mother longed to be set free, to destroy that werewolf cub. She let it take over. She saw only red.
A/N: So this is the first chapter (second part if you count the prologue). Please review.
