Souls reincarnate every 500 years. They start a new slate with no memories of their pasts, even if their soul's previous form and instincts remains. And Sarah Potter happened to be the reincarnation of a certain Black Crane. YYH X-OVer

First Year in Hogwarts

After that Summer, it was time to go to Hogwarts. Sarah took one last look at her makeshift home, as she neatly packed her belongings in her trunk. After this school year, she plans on moving in into Potter Manor. So she packed her clothes and shoes into her trunk, under her school things.

'Well...' she mused. 'Time to leave this abandoned building for good.' she told herself. 'Maybe in Hogwarts, I'll get a break from demon slaying for a change.' well, slaying demons weaker than she had been tiring. She wanted to face a stronger demon that could give her a challenge, if she ever hoped of getting stronger.

She has the skills...all she needed was power. She needed to get stronger. She left her home of four years and decided that another homeless would benefit, should they discover her room. And she was homeless no longer, as her parents left her two homes to go back to. Her mother's old house, and the Potter Family Manor.

She flagged a taxi and had it take her to King's Cross Station. Granted, she hasn't had breakfast yet, so before the train departs at 11:30 am, she went around buying food off stalls for breakfast and sat at the benches. She ate her fill, before buying more food as a packed lunch, incase she went hungry during the trip to school. After buying necessities, she went into the Platform, and claimed a compartment for herself near the bathrooms.

'People should be arriving real soon.' she mused as she took out a book in her trunk and began to read. She took out her Potions book which was so far, the most difficult as it is recipes of liquid, bottled magic. She sighed.

'Oh boy...cramming all this into my head will take quite, a while.' she mused as an hour later, families began coming in droves with their children, kissing them goodbye and remind them of what to do and NOT to do.

She never had anything like that. Also, she never saw anything like this as the school bus takes kids to her elementary school while she had to walk her way there as there was no bus stop where she lived.

She felt her heart sink and crushed, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She envied these kids and she knew it. They grew up with love and happiness, she grew up in hate, disdain and loneliness. She locked her compartment with locking charms so nobody would see her in such a mess. Crying out what she could never have. She never had a mother to get comfort from, go shopping with and never grew up hearing a lullaby. She never had a father to dote on her and protect her. She had been alone since day one as her maternal relatives despised her, so there was no love lost there. She hardened her heart over the years to protect herself and focus on her goals...

But seeing what she saw on the platform now...caused her pent-up feelings of envy and bitter, loathing hatred to burst forth. This was another thing that made her different from these kids who have happy homes...

An invisible wall had been erected at that moment. She never let anyone in her compartment no matter how many times they knocked. She can't be like these people. These people who had love and an enjoyable, pampered life. She had it hard, and had to toughen herself up to survive...close off her heart to stave off loneliness and her sadness.

Her hatred of her relatives, her loneliness and sadness festered in her soul as the trip went on. After some time feeling sorry for herself and begrudged these kids and teenagers for having what she could never have and most likely took it for granted, she sealed off her heart again. She swore that never again would she get hurt. Never again would she feel such feelings...and focused her being on surviving and adapting. It was all she had.

All she cared about now, was living and surviving.

xxx

Later that night...they finally arrived in Hogsmeade Station.

Nobody ever noticed that the girl the whole community worshipped is among them. 'Firs' years o'er here! Firs' years o'er here!' a giant of a man with bushy untamed hair and beard hollered over as First Years flocked to him. The giant led them to the shore of a lake where numerous boats with lanterns were docked.

'No more'n four to a boat!' the giant called out as the students scampered to get into a boat. Once there were four people, Sarah took note that the boat moved on it's own, sailing towards Hogwarts. There were oohs and aahs as they soon saw the sight of the majestic castle...where they would live and study for about ten months. As soon as they got to the shore leading to school, the giant led them to the front of a great oak door, where Minerva awaited them.

'The Firs' years Professor McGonagall.' said the giant.

'Thank you Hagrid, I'll take it from here.' said Minerva as she turned to gaze on the students. 'Welcome to Hogwarts,' she announced. 'Now, before you join your fellow students, you will be sorted into your houses. They are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Points will be awarded for academic achievement and other triumphs. However, any rule breaking, and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, a great honor here at this school. The Sorting Ceremony will begin shortly. Do try to smarten yourselves up before then.'

She glanced pointedly at a few students before leaving, and returned soon after a few minutes, and ordered everyone to quiet down. She then told them to form a straight line, and they did so before she led them back into the main foyer and into the room where all the chatter had come from before. The Great Hall did justice to it's name. It's a huge hall where there are floating candles that lit up the whole room, and four long tables each containing 60 students, Sarah counted. Well, in a class, there's always 40 students, right? That would mean that there would be 10 newcomers to each house.

And there's quite a lot of First Years too, including herself, as they lined up before a stool with a ragged hat. The Sorting Hat she knew, would soon start singing.

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep you bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The whole hall clapped in applause, as as Minerva took out a parchment. 'When I call on your name, you will sit on the stool and put on the hat. 'Abbott Hannah!' and so...names were called in alphabetical order and Sarah began sorting out these people in her mind, and which house they belonged to...and each house had five boys and five girls. Soon, her turn came.

'Potter, Sarah!' Minerva called out as the whole hall fell silent as Sarah stepped to the front, walking with poise and grace as all eyes were on her. But the dark, cold steely gaze in her eyes disturbed a few others who noticed as Minerva put the hat on her head. But as soon as she did, the hat shuddered and meeped before calling out, 'SLYTHERIN!'

Many jaws dropped at this.

Scratch that, the WHOLE HALL is in shock. A Potter, moreover, the girl-who-lived of ALL people, in Slytherin? It took five seconds after Sarah sat with them, did the Slytherin table break out in applause while 3/4ths of the hall, save for clueless, unknowing first-year muggleborns, fell silent with shock.

The sorting ended with Blaise Zabini being sorted into Slytherin after a few more people later.

'Before we tuck in I would like a few words to say...Nitwit, oddment, blubber, tweak! Thank you!' Dumbledore announced cheerfully. Sarah rolled her eyes, wondering what she got herself into, as she began eating her meals while emitting a dark aura that effectively made her unapproachable. Draco Malfoy who wanted to suck up to the girl-who-lived, felt a chill down his spine...not in a good way.

Up at the Staff Table...

Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore discreetly watched her eat her meals with good table manners. As if she was taught how to act like a well...noble. But getting sorted into Slytherin...will cause quite a ruckus soon...and how. After dinner, Albus stood up to make another announcement.

'Just a few more words now that you're all fed and watered. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.'

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed towards the Gryffindor table. To a certain pair of twins.

'I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind all of you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested to play should contact Madam Hooch. Also this year the third floor corridor is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Finally I must welcome Professor Quirrell to the defense against the Dark Arts post.'

There was a quiet and polite applause as the man with the turban stood up.

'Alright then, first years follow your prefects back to your common rooms, off you trot!' the headmaster said his eyes twinkling happily as all students stood up to follow the Prefects who led them to their dormitories and Sarah quickly began to memorize her way around, even if Hogwarts, a History said that Slytherin Dorms were located in the Dungeons.

They weren't kidding. The entrance is a wall in the cellar. 'Now then First Years, this is the Entrance to our Common Room. Unlike other common rooms, our entrance is completely, and totally hidden.' said the Slytherin Prefect, Kenneth Waldorf. 'Passwords change every month so always check the Bulletin Boards a day or two before the next month starts. This month's password is Excellence.' the wall vanished to let everyone in.

'First Years remain in the Common Room!' Kenneth barked. 'Everyone else to your dormitories.' so the older years trooped away. 'First Years, we are Slytherins, the house that houses strictly only Purebloods or those who came from well-known, powerful families and in turn, powerful witches and wizards in their own right. However, even long before the First Wizarding War started, our house gained a dark and evil reputation, as Slytherin was the house of the Dark Lord, before he left the school and started his reign of terror and Slytherin is also where he recruited his infamous Death Eaters. Therefore the three other houses think, that we'll be future dark lords and ladies. That stigma is immediately stamped on us just because we are sorted here.' he said darkly.

'We'll be automatically labelled evil, and therefore, expect malicious verbal cruelty or pranks from the other houses. We are outcasts because everyone thinks we'll turn evil.' Kenneth continued flatly. 'You are only safe because the weight of your name protects you. To those who don't have political clout, do not wander off alone. Go in twos or in groups as bullies only target if you're alone. Due to all this, your only family is the Slytherin House, your upperclassmen who has been there, done that. Although this year might be different due to Ms. Potter's presence...quite, the unexpected Slytherin.' he said as all eyes fell on Sarah. 'If bullying becomes too much, approach our head of house, Professor Snape, also our Potions Teacher. He will be quick to deliver punishment and protect you. In the meantime, study defensive spells and offensive hexes to protect your person as you wander these halls. Do not antagonize your yearmates as all you have here, is each other.'

'Slytherin in fact, is a house that may be only accepting of Purebloods and children from Noble Families...it also accepts students who have cunning and ambition as you already know. Cunning is a form of intelligence to get what we want and fulfill our ambitions no matter what it takes. People from Slytherin, due to these traits become achievement-oriented, shrewd, unpredictable which is a must. They also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes of a decision and how these outcomes would personally impact them. That is not cowardice, we call that common sense. Which unfortunately, most people lack.' said Kenneth disdainfully. 'Before you hit the sack, brush up on spells and remember to travel in groups of threes or pairs tomorrow. That is all. Dismissed.'

In the 1st year Girls Dormitory...there were five beds as there were only five girls. Sarah, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass.

'OK, that was quite a speech and a rather nasty foreboding.' said Tracey Davis darkly. 'We'll take the brunt of hell because of things people did long before we even came here!' she grunted hotly as she sat on her bed. 'It's not as if we participated in the war or whatever Death Eaters did. We weren't even born then!'

'That's a dangerous thing to say Davis. Have you forgotten that there are Death Eater kids in this house? Watch what you say.' said Pansy Parkinson.

'Yes but it's their fault why we, their children have to endure the stigma and suffer punishment for their crimes.' said Daphne Greengrass. 'We haven't done anything yet and they see us as a future crook already.'

'Looks like things will get interesting.' Sarah snorted. 'Let's see how things will go during our time here...' she chuckled.

'Easy for you to say, you're the girl-who-lived...' Millicent grumbled. 'They probably won't harm you.'

'Let's put that to the test. And instead of accepting this stigma, shouldn't we be fighting it?' Sarah asked her dormmates. 'Me aside, I'm sure none of you asked for this. None of you asked to be labelled a Death Eater-in-training. None of you asked to be born to Death Eater parents. And none of you asked to be forced to carry the weights of the sins your relatives and parents committed.' she told them stiffly as she crossed her arms as the other girls fell silent. 'In that case, we should prove them wrong. Our generation will be different. We will cleanse that stigma off our year and fight for survival during our years here. Anybody interested?'

xxx

Headmaster's Office...

The whole staff gathered before the Sorting Hat. 'Sarah Potter in Slytherin...what will the community think?' Minerva choked weakly. 'I'm sure everyone's seen how the students reacted when she was put in Slytherin!'

'Yes...I could hear a pin drop if I dropped one. The whole hall's in shock.' Filius Flitwick, Charms Teacher squeaked out.

'We shall ask the hat.' said Albus Dumbledore as he looked at the hat. 'You shivered as you sorted young Ms. Potter...may I ask why is that so?'

'I am charmed to safeguard confidentiality of what I see in the students' minds before I sort them Albus. I will not tell you of her memories and thoughts due to confidentiality but I can at least divulge about feelings.' said the Sorting Hat. 'I have seen her life...and the festering darkness in that girl's soul.' it said grimly. 'The darkness caused by her envy, loneliness, sadness, and bitter loathing of her life...considering her upbringing.' it remarked snidely before sighing. 'She once sealed away her heart while attending that Muggle School and focused on surviving and adapting, a Slytherin Trait. However, this morning...her feelings long suppressed burst forth like a broken water dam when she saw parents kiss and hug their children goodbye...something she could only dream of, but never have.' the faculty fell silent at this.

'She cried a lot as she locked herself up in the compartment...and her dark feelings grew when she saw a few children take their parents' disciplining them and doting on them for granted. She would kill just to have a family and here they are taking it for granted, they who grew up being loved and cared for, while she grew up never knowing love, and lived knowing she was alone and unwanted by her own blood relatives. And they reminded her of that everyday too before she went missing.' the hat finished. 'Her darkness is so great, that is why I shivered before chucking her to Slytherin.' it told them.

'Soon, those feelings will become a bitter hatred of the world if we don't do something about it soon and young Ms. Potter is a powerful witch with raw, untapped potential. She could very well become the next Dark Lady if she continues living alone, never knowing love or being loved by anyone.' Severus, Filius, Pomona and other Professors shivered at the mere thought of it. 'And the fact that she is sorted into Slytherin due to her qualities just about destroyed her chances of making true friends she could count on. Girl-who-lived or not, I'm sure you know very well of the stigma of the Slytherin House.'

'I...see...' Albus choked, looking clearly disturbed by the hat's words.

'You never listened to me eleven years ago Albus, about how horrible her relatives were.' Minerva told him in a bitter hiss. 'All this, is your fault. I will do what I can but I'm just one person.' she said sadly and despairingly.

'I know. I will do what I can to prevent such a scenario from happening as well.' Albus sighed regretfully. 'Even if I have to provide her a family willing to have her to do it but many people would kill to have her in their home, and use her fame and status. 9 out of 10 will surely do that, and finding young Sarah a decent family who would truly care for her will be quite difficult. I would need everyone's cooperation. We will observe her for the time being until we can find her a suitable family. Everybody dismissed.' and the teachers left his office, leaving the old Headmaster to sigh.

'Dear me...is sixty years ago happening all over again?' he wondered as he kneaded his temples.

'It could, if you don't nip this in the bud.' said the hat snarkily.

xxx

That same night...

Voldemort who was in Quirinus Quirell's head, had been thinking.

He was thinking deeply about the situation, and Sarah Potter whom the Sorting Hat predicted could become a Dark Lady due to the darkness in her heart. He chuckled at this. The girl who was known to have destroyed him with accidental magic...famous as a beacon of light has already been festering darkness before she stepped foot into Hogwarts. Ironic.

But this has potential. A huge potential of her both becoming a threat, or an ally. But this requires more observation...

xxx

In his quarters...

Severus Snape had been thinking. Thinking of HER daughter, Sarah Potter. Her lovely daughter who had inherited her face and her eyes, thank Merlin, yet she had her own brand of beauty, as she is more beautiful than her late mother...a kind of incomparable beauty. But possessing a darkness that could lead to her becoming a Dark Lady in the near future caused by her upbringing...he could not blame the child for her feelings but the mere thought of her replacing Voldemort would surely make his dear childhood friend and love interest roll in her grave.

He began thinking...should he do it for her sake...or have Albus find her a family...either way, he would have to show that he cared...

All for her sake.

xxx

Next morning...

School officially began. Started by breakfast, of course. The start of what could be official hell from the other houses soon. But Sarah was different from her fellow Slytherins. She could fight on her own...and she knew she could kill. But she put that particular trait aside until the need calls for it.

On the way to the Great Hall for breakfast however...

'ICKLE FIRSTIES! HEEHEEHEE!' Peeves the Poltergeist cackled as he began dropping flour bombs on the First Years.

Big Mistake when he got close to Sarah and is about to drop a flour bomb on her when he saw something that caused him to freeze in his tracks. He knew nobody could see this as they'll be screaming bloody murder right now if they could...but around one of the firsties...is an image of death, with her in its embrace, staring at him with a warning...look?

He meeped and zoomed away in fear.

'What happened to that bloody poltergeist?' one Ravenclaw wondered aloud, even though nobody could really answer him...and the only one who knew kept her mouth shut.

"That illusion spell using my...other power came rather in handy." Sarah thought with a smirk.

xxx

After breakfast, classes definitely began. Her first subject, was History of Magic. She expected lessons concerning Hogwarts a History, but their teacher seems fixated about Goblins. So she simply spent her time reading on about Potions and her other subject books for a little advanced reading. Her first day so far, had been uneventful but in Charms, her spells were quite, overpowered but effective nonetheless, but Professor Flitwick advised her to use enough power to use her spells otherwise she would be too tired to perform in her other subjects.

Oh really now? She has her magic...and the power she uses to slay demons. She's quite a living battery, thank you very much.

Transfiguration came next...Lunch, then Potions.

'There would be no foolish wand-waving in this class.' said Severus Snape, Potions Teacher coolly. 'I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death...if you aren't dunderheads I usually have to teach.' he said coldly. 'Now then...' and he pointed his wand at the blackboard and a recipe appeared, and the student cupboards opened. 'Get working.' so the students scrambled to get a piece of the ingredients needed, before they went back to their work tables.

The recipe was the Boil Cure Potion...Sarah figured that they'll start with medicine before advancing to the nasty stuff. According to the books, it indeed can cure Boils...but if applied on a skin surface with no boils...the exact opposite will happen and you'll sport boils. Potential weapon indeed. And she didn't do too badly either in her first try.

While she worked and finished her work, she noticed the eyes of her Head of House and teacher, Professor Snape who had been observing her with a thoughtful look in his eyes. She made a note to keep an eye on this man.

After his class, it was flying lessons using old, rickety school brooms. The first way to see if you have control a broom, one had to raise their hands over the broom, and command 'Up!'

'Up!' Sarah's broom instantly rose to her hand while everyone else's took a while...although when told to mount and fly, Neville Longbottom's broom went berserk, and Sarah was the first to prove that not all Slytherins are evil, while everyone else stupidly watched poor Neville being tossed around by his broom.

She sent sickle-shaped blades to destroy his broom, and conjured a giant feather-filled pillow to break his fall. When people turned around to see who did that, Sarah made sure she was pretty obvious, with her wand arm still raised.

'What spell was that?' Daphne asked her in a low whisper. 'I never heard of a spell that conjures...whatever those were. I'd understand pillows but...'

'No idea. I just made that up.' Sarah told her.

'No way, seriously?' Daphne asked her incredulously.

'...I grew up in a muggle household and city. Go figure.' Sarah drawled. 'I make things up as I go.' Daphne shook her head at this.

'Hoo, boy.' after that, class went on as normal although only those who can fly without fear could fly. Apparently, fear and insecurity causes the brooms to go berserk, and to Sarah's annoyance, Madam Hooch warned them of that a little too late. Damn woman.

First day, was pretty much uneventful. To Sarah, Human School was much more interesting and months went by. She excelled by working hard, and found free time writing her next book: Education. By the time it was almost Halloween, she was approached by Muggle Studies Professor, Charity Burbage. 'Ms. Potter, can we talk for a bit?'

'Sure.' said Sarah as she was 1/4 done with her next book. 'What is it, Professor uh...' she croaked as she does not know this teacher.

'Oh, I'm Charity Burbage.' Professor Burbage introduced herself as she sat with Sarah in the library. 'I became the Muggle Studies Teacher when Quirinus became the Defense Teacher. Albus recommended your first book to me for next year but when I read it, I think it ought to be read only by Seventh Year students. It's contents are quite too much for young minds for students in 3rd year up to 6th.' she said. 'Especially regarding...certain topics.' she said with a grimace.

'Oh...well that's OK I suppose.' said Sarah with a shrug. 'I'm writing my second book, Education. It's a pretty big book because Muggle Education is several times more complex than ours.' she told the professor. 'It'll take out poor, left-behind community a lot while to catch up with the times. I decided to write because this community is so horribly backwards.' she snorted. 'And I want to compare two cultures as I write.'

'Yes...your first book is written partly didactic and partly point of view and what you think about it.' Professor Burbage commented. 'What other titles do you intend on writing so I can see which books to recommend for what year?'

'Well, my second book Education, then Technology, Jobs, Entertainment and Leisure and I'm still thinking what to write for my final book.' said Sarah. 'What has the Muggle Studies Subject done so far?'

'Well, we cover how Muggles live in order to pose as one starting from 3rd year up to 7th year...'

'Oh...maybe I should have included Lifestyle in the list...' and the two females laughed.

'Well, I'm looking forward to your books!' said Professor Burbage as she patted Sarah's back. 'It would be nice to learn from the point of view of someone who lived in the Muggle World...I mean, I learned what I know from a wizard...'

xxx

Indeed, starting day one, Sarah was never seen without a bundle of parchment and always focused on writing. She never had time to socialize as she kept writing who-knows-what on parchment...and the Purebloods took note that she used Vellum Parchment, a high-quality parchment, and for a paperweight, she used a compact mirror.

'Hey, what are you writing?' Tracey Davis asked her as one time, Sarah was caught in the Common Room alone. 'You've been writing everyone seems to think you're doing present and future essays or something.'

'Oh, you'll know when you're in your third year if you're ever interested in learning about humans.' said Sarah with a shrug. 'Calling them muggles is too comical.' Tracey took a look at the contents of the papers on pile on the table to see the Introduction...

'You're writing a book about Muggle Education?' she croaked as she got the gist in the Introduction page written in Sarah's neat , very legible handwriting.

'Yes. Already published one.' Tracey's jaws dropped. 'But Profesor Burbage said it's something only 7th Years must read due to way-too-adult content in it.'

'Adult content?'

'Yes. Meant for true-blue adults and that's what Seventh Years will be when they graduate.' Sarah said wryly. 'I caused enough ruckus back at the Publisher at Diagon Alley...'

That got Tracey Davis curious sure enough. She plans on using the holidays in finding the book the mysterious and secretive girl-who-lived wrote that apparently wasn't meant for the eyes of little kids just yet. This was just too interesting. I mean, an eleven year old write AND publish a book? And due to all her writing, she missed the Halloween Feast...and Tracey thought that Sarah was lucky she did because a TROLL of all things got into Hogwarts!

At that same time, she was still at the Common Room, eating dinner she asked a House Elf to bring her. She asked for meatball soup, fried chicken legs, spaghetti and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert, and nice cold water, before she resumed writing when she felt numerous presences fast approaching the Common Room. It was bad enough that Tracey knows, she quickly hid her writing and took out her unfinished sketchbook about a man she had been long fixated with. And she drew him using color pencils.

'...what on earth...?' she crowed as her housemates soon poured into their house, looking like they'd seen a ghost.

'There you are! We couldn't find you anywhere!' Pansy shrieked. 'There's a troll on the loose!' she cried as Sarah looked unfazed while still drawing.

'Intriguing...' Sarah commented. 'But they're stupid and can't tell left from right so maybe some fool led one here...and if that fool did, they obviously want something, and led that thing in here for a distraction so he can sneak away and get what he wanted in the school. Judging by how you look like you nearly had a date with death, he did quite a marvelous job.'

'So the school has something he wants then?' Daphne asked her.

'That is only theory but not too far off. I mean, what can they want in a school with nothing but kids and library books?' Sarah asked her. 'Unless our teachers had something to hide of course.'

'Like what?'

'An important artifact or embarrassing blackmail evidence a teacher or older students have or documents important for politics and also blackmail. But either way, a Troll's too much for a school.' Sarah pointed out.

'I agree, Halloween and that moron decided to give us a real scare.' Pansy scowled. 'The Feast will continue in the common room soon and I barely ate anything and that stuttering moron we call teacher yelled to the whole world that there's a Troll in the Dungeon! By the way, what's that?' she asked as she took a peek at Sarah's drawing. It was a beautiful, golden-eyed man with a well-sculpted body wearing a white toga, with long silver hair, furry ears on his head and a long tail. He was accompanied by a just-as-beautiful black-haired man with long black hair, elf-like ears and feathery wings in a black ragged shirt, pants and a white sarong thingy around his waist with leather straps on his arms. On his head was a top-less hat. Both were sitting on a pile of treasure and checking out artifacts and jewels out of Sarah's imagination.

'Heeey, not bad.' Pansy commented. 'No idea you're good at drawing.'

'Years of practice does that.'

'But what's with the half-breeds?'

'Fascinating, I guess. Half human half beast yet they possess more beauty...beauty that we mortals can only dream of having.' said Sarah with a dream-like expression on her face. 'Too bad our beauty is determined by who our parents and relatives are. Afterall, we inherit what they have, don't we?' she chuckled. 'Bits of them.'

'The food's here!' the Prefect called out. 'After dinner, go straight to bed!' everyone obeyed as they all ate their fill, save for Sarah who ate enough already but that didn't stop her from taking more desserts. Although their peace of twenty minutes was short-lived, when an announcement rang.

/Attention Slytherin Students! Back away into your Dormitories immediately!/ Minerva cried as the Slytherins froze. /The Troll will soon crash into the entrance!/

It didn't take long for everyone to panic and scamper into their dormitories with much pushing, nobody noticed that Sarah chose to stay behind as she conjured a pair of chained sickles with her other power. When the Troll crashed in, the panic and pushing got worse...and she had her sickles hack the Troll into pieces...much to the everyone's horror and disbelief at the sheer brutal display of taking down a Troll with a giant chained sickle.

'...what? It's killed anyway.' was all she said.