The enchanted sky in the Great Hall looks magical, Dominique smiles at me, a huge grin on her face. James spots me staring at the ceiling and says, "Don't worry, its only enchanted. My Aunt Hermione told me – you know the know-it-all." I laugh at the tone of his voice, and his eyes come alive. Although at first take, they look brown, when his eyes light up, the green becomes prominent.
"Weasley, Dominique!" The Sorting Hat is placed on her head, and it bellows, "Gryffindor!" Dominique takes a seat, so Professor Dean calls out the next name "Greyback, Jessia!" A wave of disgust fills the room, so much so I feel ashamed. I walk up to the Professor's table, which seems to take an eternity.
Silence fills the room, and Sorting Hat says quietly, "Gryffindor…"
I wake up suddenly, for a minute I feel as if I'm in the Great Hall again, awaiting my Sorting. Then I remember who I am, where I am, Jessia Greyback, a loner fifth year who is hiding out in The Room of Requirement so that I don't have to face my Dorm Mates. The look on James' face, the happiness and excitement, pains me more than ever.
James Sirius Potter
"Look James I'm sorry!" "Sorry? You're sorry. I mean, why are you sorry? Your Dad is just a murdering werewolf who scratched my uncle, and bit Teddy's Dad. You should hate him, hate yourself." Her eyes darken, the gold inside dying and changing to brown. "Don't you think I do?" "Well you should. You should hate yourself so much because I hate you." I spit. "Do you really mean that?" Jessia growls. "Yes, I do." Her face is full with pain, "Fine then." She whispers and leaves me, full of regret.
"James, JAMES!" My eyes open, and my cousin Fred is in front of my face.
"James, its Defence's in ten minutes."
"SHIT!" Even though I rush, its thirty five minutes till I'm ready. What the heck, when your Dad's Harry Potter you can get away with anything.
Jessia Greyback
When I enter the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom, it's empty. Defence is my best subject, I'm expected to get Outstanding; I want to be an Auror when I leave Hogwarts. I sit down in my usual place: in the right hand corner, the furthest away from everyone. A tall, blue headed man comes in, with electric purple eyes. "Hi I'm Teddy Lupin and I'm going to be…" He stops suddenly, staring at me strangely. His scent smells like the forest… like a wolf. My eyes widen, and I truly look at him. As Full Moon is approaching, I have heighten sense of smell, sight, taste, touch and hearing. Underneath his fierce features, he has dark brown hair, and golden eyes. Sure signs of being a werewolf. Faint scars cover his face, also he's thin, even though he tries to cover this up by wearing thick robes.
"You… you're a… a…" I nod my head.
"Where you bitten?" He asks, looking at me with curiously.
"No, my father was a werewolf." I whisper.
"Same, they think that the gene can't be passed down the line."
"They were wrong there." I say with disgust.
"Who is your father?"
I gulp, "Fenrir, Fenrir Greyback."
He shakes, "Your Dad bit my Dad."
"Yes but..."
"…That means you're my Blood Brother."
"Wait what?" I ask, getting more confused by the second.
"We are related through Blood, your father was my fathers' blood brother. Now I am yours, and you are mine – well, I mean you're my blood sister."
I nod, confused and excited at the same time. James and his cousin Fred enter the classroom. The tanned skin on James' knuckles turn white and his eyes turn brown, the green vanishing. Fred looks the complete opposite of James: honey brown hair, warm black eyes. His face is wide and is the image of innocence. I have never seen Fred without a smile on his face.
"What's this?" James asks suspiciously, his voice full of anger.
"Professor Lupin is going to give me tutoring." I lie smoothly. "You know, so I can get outstanding in my owls and get become an Auror." James nods, and Fred smirks.
The rest of the class comes in, so Teddy claps his hands. "Right class, my name is Teddy Lupin and I'm going-"
The lesson is usual: interesting, but in partner work. I never, ever have a partner so I don't do the work. Only one thing is different; the look on James' face. Its lunchtime, and I'm sitting on my own, at the end of the Gryffindor table. James and his friends are sitting in the middle, laughing and joking, demanding the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. The bell signalling the end of lunch rings, so I drag myself up, and walk slowly to the potions dungeon. On the way out, James spots me, and I find myself staring into those hazel eyes that look straight through me.
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James Sirius Potter
She hates me, its certain. Why else would she look at me with so much hatred, then just walk out? She's impossible, she's inhuman. Jessia always sits alone, never talks to anyone apart from professors. It's as if she's punishing herself for her father. When I was younger, until the third year, I wanted her to feel pain, for lying to me and Dom, for being who she is. Now I wish she would just forgive herself.
With all of this swarming round in my head, I'm twenty minutes late for potions. Professor Prince, cousin of Serveus Snape, hates me, because she hated my grandfather who I unfortunately look a lot like. Well, apart from the crooked nose, glasses and arrogant ways. Kerry Prince is also the Head of Slytherin, with long greasy wavy black hair, steel grey eyes and harsh features. To be honest, I was shocked to find out she was happily married.
When Prince spots me, she smirks and her eyes flitter dangerously. "Potter." She spits.
"Prince." I say with equal hatred. Her nostrils flare, and the moustache on her upper lip appears to be thicker.
"Sit next to Greyback, unluckily for you your little Gryffindor friends are already partnered up." I scowl at Fred and Oli, who send me an apologetic look. I'll get them back later, I note. Slowly, I walk to where Jessia is sitting at the back of the classroom. I'm out of my comfort zone, usually I'm the centre of attention, sitting in the middle of the classroom, mucking and joking around.
"Alright class, today we're going to be brewing the wolfsbane potion."
Jessia gulps, physically shaking.