Hey! This is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it's terrible. I do not own Harry Potter. Only Evelyn, Sister Gertrude, and any other amazingly wonderful characters that I might add later on to the story. PLEASE REVIEW! Or don't. But it would make me happy if you did. Especially If you happen to be a fellow Slytherin. That would really make me happy.
*BANG *
I cracked my eyes open, and reached under my pillow for my knife (a custom made, black steel dagger with black opal inlays and a handle wrapped in black leather with a steel bird skull attached to the end).
It was Brother Greyback, the idiot who had helped raise me in this stupid orphanage and insisted on acting like my best friend, standing over me with a pot in one hand, a wooden spoon in another, and a stupid grin on his face. I considered throwing my knife at him, but Sister Gertrude had confiscated it for a week last time I had done that, so I opted not to.
"What do you want?" I croaked out in my "I-am-over-tired-and-should-be-sleeping-right-now" voice.
"Well, it's 5 o'clock in the evening and I thought you might want dinner… and, um, Sister Gertrude wanted to see you… and uh, please don't throw that thing at me again." He winced at the memory and hid behind my ornate full-body mirror that stood in the middle of the room.
I won't hurt you this time. But next time… DON'T TICKLE A SLEEPING DRAGON!" I shouted at him.
'What does that mean?" he looked really confused as he peaked out from behind the mirror.
"It's a metaphor!" I screamed, not wanting to admit that the line sounded a lot better in my head.
I grudgingly crawled out from under my warm blankets and quickly slipped on my fuzzy black robe that had skull and cross bones all over it. I then flung the door open, managing to hit Greyback with it, and stormed down the corridor to Sister Gertrude's room. I did not appreciate being woken up before 6:30 P.M., and Gertrude was fully aware of this.
I swung the door open. "Hello, Sister Gertrude," I said coldly, shooting tiny little poisonous daggers at her with my eyes. "I certainly hope you have a good reason for waking me up so early."
"Ah! Evelyn! Please, take a seat why don't you?"
"No thank you. I would much rather stand. I don't intend to stay very long."
She sighed. "Very well. A letter came in the mail yesterday. Open it here, please." She handed me a letter.
I glanced at her suspiciously and opened the yellowed, parchment-like envelope. I looked at the piece of paper in my hands and read the first couple of lines.
"Congratulations! You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft or Wizardry!" It said in a black, swirly cursive handwriting.
I looked at Sister Gertrude. "Is this some sort of joke or something?"
"She smiled. It was the first real smile I had ever seen from her. "I assure you. This is no joke. The letter you hold in your grubby little hands right now is an authentic acceptance letter to the best wizardry school in all of Britain. You will be attending in the fall. Because of that, you will need all the supplies on the list there. Sister Narcissa will be here in half an hour to bring you to Diagon Ally to purchase all of your needed materials. I can't very well have you going dressed like that however. You would stick out like a wartless toad. Here, put these on." She handed me a bundle of clothing that when I unwrapped, found it to be a deep, midnight black gown of some sort with emerald green accents and metallic silver trim. I slipped off my robe, quickly replacing it with the cloak I had been given. I will admit, it was rather attractive looking on me, not that I'm particularly surprised. The black cloak matched my glossy, ebony colored hair, and the green made my emerald eyes seem brighter than ever. The silver trim served to make the shining silvery blonde streaks in my hair appear even more lovely than before. What can I say? I'm just too beautiful to look bad in anything.
I had just finished this train of thought when Sister Narcissa came storming into the room.
"Well? Come along, you little brat." She hissed at me. Who did this woman think she was? Daring to hiss at such a superior being such as myself?
Since she clearly did not know what an amazing creature I was yet, I let it slide. This time. Instead of saying all of the wonderfully helpful threats and comments I could have spat at her, I simply nodded to her and we headed out into the evenings light.
