'Ello, Muggles.
Disclaimer: Yes, this story has lines from the real book, but no, I do not own them. Levina is my character, but everyone else is JK Rowling's.
Enjoy.
Levina ate a hasty breakfast that Friday morning.
Hermione suggested that she slow down before she threw up, but Levina was excited to get to her classes.
Finally, I can't wait! I wonder what I have first...Levina scanned her schedule, her eyes running along the parchment as she read over each class. Beside her, Harry and Ron were comparing schedules.
"Double Potions with the Slytherins ("Potions sounds like fun!" Levina piped up.). Snape's head of Slytherin house. They say he always favors them- we'll be able to see if that's true."
"Oh, you mean the greasy-haired dude?" said Levina with a frown. "The first night we were here, he was giving me this look as if he knew me, like we were friends or enemies or something."
"Enemies sounds about right," said Ron, flipping through The Daily Prophet.
Heading into his class, Levina decided that Ron was probably spot-on: They entered into the dungeons, which were very dark and lit dimly with faint lights. The classroom was noticably cold inside and had many jars of pickled animals on the shelves.
Levina shuddered and slid in between Harry and Ron, taking out her quill and notebook, laying each item out on her desk neatly.
The dungeon door swung open and Snape entered into the room. Levina winced as he passed by, his dark black eyes sweeping the room, and right away he began roll call. In the 'P' section, he paused when he got to Harry's name.
"Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter, our new-celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friends sniggered behind their hands. Levina shot him a death glare, which he returned in kind.
Continuing roll call, Snape paused again in the "S" section. Levina winced, knowing he would comment.
"SnowPetal, Levina." His dark black eyes, that were like tunnels, bored into Levina's, and she shrunk in her seat nervously. He snorted as if reading something ridiculous and continued calling off names.
Relieved, Levina attempted to listen at attention as Snape began to lecture the class, but her mind, as usual, wandered about the room.
She glanced along the rows of many shelves in the dungeon, and as she caught sight of a rather pug-like Slytherin girl, she felt a piece of paper catch in her hair.
Levina peered up from her table to see Draco smirking back at her. Untangling the paper, Levina unfolded it to find inside of it, written neatly, were the words, "Last chance, SnowPetal. You sure you don't want to be friends? I mean, this is an honor, you know, considering you're a Gryffindor."
Irritated, Levina crumpled the paper up as small as she could, and, keeping one eye on Snape, flicked it back across the room at Malfoy.
Draco's eyes narrowed, and he lifted his eyebrows as if to say, "I take it that's a 'no'?"
"Never," Levina mouthed.
She turned away from him, frustrated, and listened in on Snape's lecture just in time.
"Potter!" Snape barked, and Levina jolted. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
A what root of what to a what of what? Levina thought. Surely if I don't know this, then Harry doesn't...
Hermione's hand shot up like a rocket, but Snape ignored her.
"I don't know, sir," Harry admitted.
"Tut, tut- fame clearly isn't everything," Snape sneered, his lip curling. "Let's try again, Potter. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Why's he asking Harry all of these questions? Levina thought, her eyes narrowing again into a scowl. At least he's not grilling me, though...
"I don't know, sir," Harry repeated, and Levina shot an "I'm going to kill you if you don't shut up" glare at Draco, who was shaking with laughter.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
Harry was now sinking into his seat.
"What is the difference, Potter, between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
Hermione was now standing up with her hand nearly touching the ceiling.
"I don't know, but I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
A few laughs came from several people around the room.
"Sit down," He snapped at Hermione. He began rambling, yet again, about the difference between the two. Levina's eyes wandered to the Slytherin table again, where Draco was now whispering something to the pug-looking girl, who let out a giggle like a high-pitched shriek. Snape didn't seem to notice.
After a while, they were all sent to mix potions while Snape glided around the room, bat-looking, as he stared at their work.
Levina crushed snake fangs into her potion and stirred it carefully, praying she wouldn't mess up.
Snape passed her cauldron and looked at it, seemed to not have anything harsh to say about it, and continued walking.
Levina heaved a quiet, relieved sigh and continued stirring. With an irritated look across the class, Levina found that it seemed Snape was criticizing everyone's potions except for Malfoy's.
Continuing her stirring, suddenly there was a loud hissing noise and it appeared that Neville had managed to somehow melt Seamus's cauldron. In merely seconds, everyone was jumping into their seats as his potion flooded the ground. Levina yelped and leapt into her seat, pulling up her cloak to keep it from burning like acid in the potion.
"Idiot boy!" snapped Snape. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
"Take him up to the Hospital wing," He added to one of the students.
Suddenly, he rounded on Harry.
"You-Potter-why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd made you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."
Then, he turned right at Levina, who shrunk in her seat even though she hadn't done anything wrong.
"And you, Miss SnowPetal- you were too busy perfecting your own potion, when you could have easily helped Mr. Longbottom."
Levina's mouth opened, but all that came out was a pained squeak of fear.
"Yet another point from Gryffindor."
Gathering her things up in a haste, Levina scurried out of his classroom at top speed, Harry and Ron at her heels.
"That was completely unreasonable!" Levina shrieked in anger, storming up the dungeon steps. "If I'd known that Neville needed help, then I would have gladly assisted him! I didn't see Snape helping him either!"
"Cheer up. Snape's always taking points off Fred and George. Can I come and meet Hagrid with you?"
"You guys go on ahead," Levina mumbled, turning away. "I'm going to go and get some fresh air, since we have the afternoon off."
"Suit yourself." Harry and Ron turned down the stairs and out to Hagrid's hut, Levina following halfway and changing directions to head over to where a crowd of students were chatting and reading.
Settling herself on a bench, Levina slid a photograph out of her journal. On the picture were a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and matching eyes, and a handsome male with darker brown hair and almost-black chocolate eyes. They were both smiling and sitting on a bench in the snow. The man leaned over and kissed the woman's cheek, making her smile wider. They were holding hands and they were both wearing jackets.
Dad, is it possible that you really are alive somewhere? Levina thought miserably. She knew the chances were extremely slim, however; after her dad left her with a muggle family he knew, he dissappeared. No one truly knew what happened to him, so it was said that Voldemort found and killed him as well. '
Levina felt a lump of guilt forming in her throat; she was the one that her mother was protecting that night. She was the one who Voldemort was after. She was the one with apparently some extremely rare power that Voldemort was trying to get. If she hadn't been born with that power or if she hadn't existed at all, then her parents- and whoever else was killed in the process of trying to get to her- would still be alive.
"Hey, SnowPetal. You made a wrong decision."
Levina whirled around to become face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was accompanied by, of course, Crabbe and Goyle.
Sliding the photograph back into her journal, she boldly stood up, glaring as harsh as a twelve-year-old could, and snapped, "What do you want?"
"Nothing, nothing..." Draco paced back and forth, his eyes still on her.
"Will you just get lost?" Levina gathered up her school supplies and books. "If you have nothing to say, then kindly leave me be."
"I noticed that most people here seem to think you're a freak with some sort of 'special power'. What is it, Snow? What's that 'so-called power?'"
"Not that I'd tell you if I knew, but I don't," Levina muttered, getting to her feet with her bag and turning away.
Draco reached out and grabbed her arm. "Did I say that this conversation was over, SnowPetal?"
"Let go!" Before Levina could try to get away, Fred and George had come to the rescue, shoving Draco out of the way.
"Hey, Lovina," said Fred.
"Uh, it's 'Levina', not 'Lo-'"
"Oh, I know," said Fred with a wink.
"Malfoy bugging you?" said George, and Draco took a step back.
"Whatever, if she's not going to say anything then I don't care," Draco mumbled, but he hesitated as if to see if she would say anything.
Levina glared at him. "I'm not telling you anything, so you may as well leave, Malfoy."
"I'm surprised your brother could afford to come to school this year," Draco drawled in retalliation to the twins. "After all, with as many children as there are in your family, I'd imagine you all have to cram into a cardboard box, eh? Hogwarts must be like a five-star hotel to you."
Fred and George advanced on him with their wands, but Levina threw out one arm to stop them. "He's not worth it, guys."
"Ah, you're right," George decided. "Go on then, get out of here you git."
Crabbe and Goyle following behind him, Draco turned away and headed uphill, leaving them behind.
"So how come you're out here all by yourself?" Fred ventured.
"Harry and Ron are at Hagrid's, but I didn't feel like coming," said Levina, shrugging.
"All right, well, want to hang with us?" said George.
"That'd be brilliant!" said Levina, beaming.
Hi! Sorry this chapter was really short, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless.
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