Magnolia: And finally, we have chapter two done! Well...actually...we had it done a long time ago….
Shannel: But we don't want to give it all to you at once so we waited and proofread it to the best of our abilities beforehand so here you go!
Magnolia: Shall I do the disclaimer Shannel, dear?
Shannel: Yes, please, Magnolia.
Disclaimer: Neither Shannel or I own Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K Rowling, the muse of writing. (in a mortal disguise)
Chapter two
Adelyn tied her abnormal long hair back in a high ponytail. Even when tied up high, her hair still reached past her shoulders.
Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team repeated his usual speech, which consisted of threats, insults and orders to win. Adelyn felt the urge to take her bat and slam it into Marcus. She resisted though, it would only out Slytherin at a disadvantage if she knocked out the captain.
The green robed team marched into the field, each of them emitting an aura of confidence and power. Adelyn's eyes analyzed the opposing Gryffindor team. She wasn't very surprise when she saw Harry Potter on the opposing team, his father she'd heard, was also a pretty good Quidditch player. When her eyes met that of George Weasley's, he winked at her. Adelyn felt her face heat up and she promptly turned away.
Adelyn lifted off into the air on her Cleansweep Seven, her smooth, wooden bat gripped tightly in her hand. Adelyn could hear Lee Jordan, the announcer speaking.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle - that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger, courtesy of the Slytherin's beater, Adelyn Hayden - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDORS SCORE
Adelyn scowled. This game wasn't going as planned. No, not at all. Lee Jordan continued to announce what was going on.
"What's this? One of the Gryffindor beaters, Fred or George, we don't know, seems to be following Slytherin's beater, Adelyn Hayden! What are those Weasley up too? - Back to the chasers! Slytherin has the quaffle! - Not anymore! Katie Bell is once more in possession of the quaffle - Better watch out Katie! Both bludgers being sent your way by Adelyn Hayden! - Slytherin back in possession of the quaffle - What's this?! Gryffindor's beater, George, seems to be flirting with Slytherin beater Adelyn!
Adelyn stifled a yell of annoyance. This Weasley was latching onto her like a persistent bug. It was getting quite frustrating.
"Come on Lyn! Just one date! One trip to Hogsmeade with me, I'll make you change your mind!" George begged, following Adelyn when she tried to fly away.
Adelyn glared at him, fire burning in her emerald green eyes. She was about to snap back a snarky retort when George suddenly added "You look hot when you're angry."
Adelyn snarled, her hands both gripped her bat tightly. A flash of black was heading their way, perfect. With a well aimed blow, Adelyn swung her bat in a large semi circle, hitting the bludger and sending it straight into George Weasley, who was still too focused on Adelyn to dodge.
"STOP FLIRTING WITH ME!" Adelyn screamed loudly before flying away, not even turning around to see if the bludger had hit. The massive yells from the Gryffindors told her all she needed to know.
. . .
Silvia had abandoned her spot at the Ravenclaw side to sit next to Hermione and Ron Weasley. Silvia had spent a couple of moments with the trio and had gotten to know Ron and Harry Potter like she knew Hermione. Silvia was cheering on Harry as it was his first Quidditch match and also cheering on Fred Weasley who happened to be her boyfriend, the two had recently gotten together over a class project. Silvia couldn't help but laugh at the bludger aimed at George for she knew Adelyn wasn't interested, she wondered if she could change her mind on the matter.
Hagrid came over to sit by them and they started talking about Harry and the Snitch. Silvia was barely listening as she followed the match closely looking for signs of the Snitch. Harry had spotted the Snitch and was diving towards it when Marcus Flint blocked Harry on purpose. Gryffindor was given a free shot at the goal posts. Silvia was on the edge of her seat as the search for the Snitch continued. Silvia was barely listening to Lee Jordan commentate as Harry started jerking on his broomstick.
"What's going on?" Silvia asked to anyone listening around her.
"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus Finnigan asked. Silvia turned to look at Hagrid who said that it wasn't possible unless dark magic was involved. Silvia turned back to where Harry was struggling to stay on his broom, worried that he might fall.
"What are you doing?" Ron moaned, looking gray-faced. Silvia turned to see that Hermione was using Hagrid's binoculars but she wasn't watching Harry but rather searching through the stands.
"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape - look." Silvia turned to look to where the teachers were sitting but she couldn't see quite clearly. Confused, Silvia looked back to where Ron was looking through the binoculars.
"He's doing something - jinxing the broom," said Hermione.
"What should we do?"
"Leave it to me," Hermione said disappearing through the crowd. Silvia turned back to the match in confusion. Why would Professor Snape be jinxing Harry's broom? She watched desperately as Harry continued to struggle. Before she knew it Harry was able to clamber back onto his broom. Silvia didn't know what Hermione did but it worked. Harry was flying towards the ground when he clapped a hand to his mouth as if he was going to be sick. He fell on all fours on the ground and then something gold fell out of his mouth and into his hand. Silvia gasped.
"He's got the Snitch!" she yelled excitedly. Gryffindor won the match.
Silvia hurried towards the Gryffindor locker rooms just catching Fred as he walked out. She ran towards him and hugged him. Fred laughed and hugged her back.
"You were brilliant!" she praised him. As she pulled away she caught sight of Adelyn leaving the Slytherin locker rooms. "Hey! Good game Adelyn!" Before Adelyn could reply to Silvia, Silvia was ambushed by George Weasley.
"You know Adelyn Hayden?" he exclaimed. Silvia couldn't help but smile.
. . .
Adelyn stormed out the Slytherin change room, she didn't bother to stay and chat or strategize for the next game.
"That bloody Weasley!" Adelyn yelled out in frustration as she stomped off to the Slytherin common room. She could faintly hear someone calling out something to her but Adelyn was too angry to care. Last year, the Slytherin team was unbeatable. The practically shoved Gryffindor to the ground. But because of Harry Potter, the had lost this game. Or maybe it was because of that damned Weasley.
Adelyn made her way toward the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located. She laid a pale hand on one of the bricks and stated clearly in the proud tone that was required to open the entrance "Serpent Venom".
A few eyes turn to acknowledge Adelyn when she walked in. The air felt cold but oddly comforting, just like it had always felt.
Adelyn took a seat on beside Draco on the midnight black couch. She laid her head against the couch and closed her eyes for a few moments, enjoying the peace and quiet.
"I saw the match. You would have easily won had Potter not been there. The Slytherins are quite proud of you for taking out that Weasley though." Draco remarked casually.
Adelyn didn't say anything, but she knew Draco understood. Draco stood, brushing his pale blonde hair out of his face.
"Good night Lyn." Draco murmured softly before he headed to his dorm.
Everyone eventually retreated to bed. Adelyn was the only one left in the common room. Adelyn stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her robe before she opened the door to the common room and left. Adelyn knew wandering the halls after curfew was punishable, but she'd never been caught before. There was nothing to worry about. One quick stroll won't hurt anybody.
. . .
Silvia didn't notice the time when she left the library. She had unknowingly fell asleep while writing an essay for Transfiguration. She was hurrying towards Ravenclaw tower when she ran into someone while turning a corridor.
"Oomph," Silvia steadied herself and the person she ran into. Focusing on the person, Silvia realized she had run into Adelyn Hayden. "Oh! Adelyn! What are you doing wandering around here at night?" she asked, surprised. Adelyn found her footing and looked at Silvia.
"What are you doing wandering around at night?" she countered. Silvia frowned.
"I fell asleep in the library. I was heading back to the Ravenclaw common room," she replied. Adelyn nodded and sighed.
"I was just taking a walk," she explained. Silvia nodded and before she could say anything they heard footsteps.
It's probably Filch!" Silvia whispered exasperatedly. Adelyn took hold of Silvia's hand and led her down another corridor. The footsteps were drawing nearer so Adelyn took them into the nearest classroom. Adelyn closed the door behind them and locked it. Silvia noticed that the room must have been abandoned for the desks and chairs were up against the wall. As she turned she realized there was a magnificent mirror off to the side. She approached it cautiously.
"Adelyn," she whispered and Adelyn turned from the door to see what Silvia was muttering about.
. . .
Adelyn walked cautiously towards Silvia, or more specifically, towards the mirror beside Silvia.
"It's beautiful," Adelyn whispered in an awe filled voice as she lightly traced the outline of the mirror. Adelyn suddenly gasped when she looked into the mirror. She'd been expecting her reflection, but instead, Adelyn saw something else.
Two people in their early twenties were waving and smiling at her. The woman was stunning, she had soft, chestnut brown hair that reached past her waist. Her eyes were the exact same shade as Adelyn's. The man was tall and lean, Adelyn could tell the man had muscles, even if his frame didn't show it. His hair looked like it had been in a hurricane, raven black locks fell everywhere, framing his face quite nicely. Both of them we're wearing robes, proving that they were wizards.
Adelyn was broken out of her trance by Silvia, who looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Let's get out of here!" Silvia stuttered as she grabbed Adelyn's wrist tightly. It seems she'd forgotten all about Flitch.
Silvia practically dragged Adelyn out of the abandoned classroom. Her bright green eyes were wide with an emotion that was surprisingly, not fear.
Adelyn yanked her arm out of Silvia's grasp. They were halfway to the Great Hall already. Adelyn left without saying anything, Silvia was too shocked to stop her.
Silvia had seen her parents in the Mirror. She recognized them from all the pictures her guardian had shown her. But her guardian had never spoke of anyone else, so why was there a figure standing beside her and her parents?