A/N: If you have any questions regarding Elle's family, they'll be answered in the next couple chapters. Hope you enjoy! And please, leave a review! It makes me smile like an idiot. (Which I'm sure is an entertaining thought!) And ooOoo, a dream sequence lies ahead! I wonder what it will be about?
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Chapter Two: Settling in –and a Strange Dream
After the sorting ceremony and the beginning of term feast, Elle and Lucretia led the new first year Slytherins down into the dungeons. They settled into their own dormitory, and began to unpack.
"Do you know what I heard?" Lucretia began.
"What?" Elle absent mindedly asked, setting her quills and parchment neatly upon her desk.
"I heard that Gryffindors have five bed dormitories. And Hufflepuffs have single bed dormitories. I have no idea what Ravenclaw might have, but isn't that a bit odd?"
"I suppose. At least it's just the two of us, though. Right? And I believe Ravenclaws have five bed dormitories, just like Gryffindor. It's probably because there rooms are in towers. Towers that are far more narrow than the dungeon or ground floor dormitories," Elle finished. Lucretia rolled her eyes.
"Despite how annoying it is, you do know everything," Lucretia grinned as Elle filled her drawers with the clothes from her trunk. "How were rounds?"
Elle smirked. "I walked into his wand, he called me stupid, and he openly acknowledged that he does certain things solely to put me at a disadvantage." Elle brought her fingers over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "All in all, it went pretty well." Lucretia laughed and threw her trunk on the ground.
"I'm too tired and full to finish unpacking tonight. I'm going to sleep," Lecretia said through a loud groan. "I feel like my belly's going to explode." Elle smiled and finished her unpacking.
After placing her empty trunk under her bed, Elle took her brown, leather bound journal and sat at her desk. Opening to a fresh page, she wrote:
September 1st, 1941
So another term begins. Before getting on the train, Auntie Shannon gave me a few Galleons as an early birthday present. I suppose she knows I won't be going home for Winter Holiday this year, either. It took her long enough to realize. Ignatius has been made Head Boy. Finally a pure blood Slytherin worthy of the title has been graced with the badge. The last few years a Hufflepuff and two Gryffindors made Head Boy. I also learned who the other 5th year prefect it. Tom Riddle, unfortunately.
Anyway, all throughout dinner I heard whispers about Grindelwald and the war. I won't lie; it does frighten me. I know I'm safe here at Hogwarts. But it isn't my safety I'm worried about. It's Paul's. January first, his birthday, will mark five years since I've seen him. I can't bare to loose him. If I haven't already. I barely even remember father. And mother, obviously I can't remember her. But Paul is different. I remember him vividly, and everyday of my life. Of course, you've heard this all before. I just hope nothing has happened to my dear brother. I-
Lucretia stirred in her bed. "Aren't you going to sleep yet, Elle?" she asked in a cracking voice.
"In a minute."
I don't know quite what to do with myself anymore. All I can think about is making prefect and Head Girl, like he had. Well, Head Boy. I know he'd be so proud. I have also been thinking: When I turn 17, will Aunt Shannon turn me out as she had him? That thought is almost as frightening as Grindelwald, himself. I suppose all I can do is wait and see.
Elle closed he book and reached for her wand. With a swish, she whispered a sealing charmed then stashed the book away in one of the desk drawers.
After changing into her pajamas, she crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
Elle walked into the empty classroom and took a seat at a desk near the center. She looked around the room and gasped when she saw him, leaning against the wall behind the open door. His eyes glinted as he sauntered towards her, slowly and gracefully.
"Tom," Elle whispered. She stood from her seat and turned towards him.
"Hello, Elle. I've been waiting for you."
His black hair hung over his forehead and obscured one of his eyes. With a flick of his long fingers, he pushed the lock away and smiled seductively. Elle backed away from him and around the desk behind her. "What do you want? Why were you waiting for me?" Elle asked, nervously.
"I wanted you, Elle. I want you, now," he explained through a wide grin. Elle's eyes lowered as he cheeks turned a slight pink. She stood still as Tom walked very close to her. He ran a hand up her arm, and placing it behind her neck, pulled her hard into a kiss. Elle tensed but immediately relaxed as Tom placed his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her fully into him. Parting her lips with his tongue, he delved into her mouth with more passion than Elle had ever known possible. She brought her hands up to his head and ran her fingers through his silky black hair.
"Elle, Wake up!" Lucretia yelled, shaking her almost violently. Elle labored to open her eyelids and squirmed out of Lucretia's grasp. "I think you were having a nightmare, Elle. You were tossing and turning and groaning. I didn't know what to do."
Elle readjusted her pajama blouse and sat up. Her face flushed as the memory of her dream flooded back to her. Bringing her hands up to her face to cover her blush, Elle rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as a pretext. "Er… What time is it, anyway?" she asked in a low morning voice.
"It's half seven. I suppose you should be getting up anyway. But, did you have a nightmare, then?"
"Oh… Yes. It was about… uh… Paul," she quickly lied. "I dreamed that he was fighting one of Grindelwald's followers."
Lucretia lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Elle. I didn't know that's what you were dreaming about. I thought you'd just be dreaming of a banshee or a hag or something," Lucretia apologized. Elle stood up and looked for a towel to use.
"It's fine. How could you've know, right?" Elle pointed out, before leaving to the showers. As she walked through the halls, her mind wandered back to the dream she had. Tom Riddle? Come on, Elle. I must've ate something bad last night, she thought.