The Slytherin dorms were very Spartan and Harley wondered how the pampered children of the upper class would even be able to survive. She thought that while pulling various furniture pieces out of her trunk. Her special beanbag went by the fire. Apparently, Slytherin had been such a great wizard that the rooms would move by years and thus, they didn't have to furnish their rooms again. As she looked around her cozy room, she realized that her throat was starting to get a little raspy. Making quick changes to her attire, she decided to go hunting. Who would want to go to the first day of class with bloodthirst?
Pansy whined at him as he continued to stare at Potter. Draco couldn't help it. She was simply too beautiful to be human. He wondered if the Potter family had any traces of Veela blood. The Black family probably also contributed to her power. Draco shivered, he still remembered how she had oozed power when she had said his name. He would definitely be getting to the bottom of this.
Ron didn't know how he was going to be friends with a slimy Slytherin. He couldn't! He would just tell Dumbledore that there was no way that he could be friends with such an evil person. He was sure his mother would help him. Ron hissed as he realized that his rat had bitten his finger. He removed the digit and quickly sucked on his finger to prevent more blood loss. He then proceeded to eat his breakfast in great haste.
Her first class was, of course, with the Gryffindors. They all stared at her as though Harley had gone and murdered their puppies. She smiled darkly and thought," Only if they tasted especially well." She soon blanked her face and entered the defense classroom. Defense Against the Dark Arts was such a pretentious name, Harley thought, because they were learning to defend themselves against light spells, not dark spells. As soon as she saw the teacher, however, she slammed down her scent shields. There would be no use in letting her werewolf professor know that she was a primum-vampire.
Remus Lupin had been praying for this day to come, ever since he had gotten the news that Sirius Black, his once best friend had gone and murdered his pack members, James and Lily, by selling them out to the most feared Dark Lord of all time. He watched as the third year students walked in warily. Smiling at them, he picked out the bright red shade of hair that belonged to the only really important person in the room. Harley Potter was a beautiful young woman, but even Remus was confused. She had an ethereal beauty about her that seemed too artificial and too dangerous. His wolf paced agitatedly and he took a breath to calm his nerves. Even Lily Potter had not been celestially beautiful.
Harley's classes were fine, but now her guard was up and nothing would get past her notice. She had researched Remus Lupin through her many contacts. He was apparently a friend of her father's and was also the only one out of jail or alive. Researching a bit more, she found that Peter Pettigrew's body had never been found and that Sirius Black had gone to jail without a trial. It was all very suspicious and, considering that she had yet to find an academic side project, Harley decided to get to the bottom of it.
"A medium sized car, perfect for suburban families, stopped by a damp and dark alley. An absolutely obese man with no neck and blonde hair struggled to get out of the car. Finally lifting his immense weight from the car, which groaned as its tires were no longer strained, he walked to the back of the car and softly popped open the trunk. A small bag was lifted from the inside and the man held it away from himself as though it were diseased. He looked around, to see if anyone was watching, and then, deeming himself clean of any incriminating witnesses, he dropped the bag near a close by pile of trash. Hopefully, the bag would never be traced to him and his family. The car drove away with great speed and the man sighed happily, thinking of his loving wife and child.
As he drove away, a certain being, who was about to sneak up on the man to enjoy a late night snack, curiously watched the bag. The being could feel, hear, and taste the heartbeat that was inside the bag. To satisfy his curiosity, the being quickly tore open the bag and found to his astonishment and anger a baby. His anger raged as he realized that the baby had been abandoned and left for dead in a plastic bag that was sure to suffocate the child. The being lifted the child from its basket and noticed that a letter fell out. 'You're a witch then, mia bella?' The being said. He smiled a cold smile. After all, it was not often that you received the perfect opportunity to get back at your enemies and betrayers. He grabbed the child, the letter, and the basket and quickly departed the scene."
Harley woke up breathing hard. She had had that dream about the time Achemed found her again. Harley didn't know why she kept having dreams about him, but it made her heart ache as she thought about the fact that her only family was dead now. However, Harley knew that Achemed would not want her to mope about and thus decided to get the revenge he had vowed on the wizarding population.
