Ch Two: Hogwarts New Enmity
Everyone who had heard of Hogwarts knew of the ongoing hatred between the Slytherins and the other three houses. How long it existed exactly, we cannot be sure of but we all know its there. It was impossible to think that any other enmity could surpass the one between the Sytherins and the rest of Hogwarts, Gryffindor in particular. That was until the year 2010. (A/n: Don't really think of it as the future, but I'm a math girl so in my stories I often think of dates which end up in the story.) They were only first years, so it was hard to believe they could cause so much a commotion. 'Oh the problems they caused,' and to think it all started over a piece of bread.
The sorting had gone fairly well, with the exception of the shock it brought. It was Headmistress Hermione Grangers' second year in the position and she was smiling at the fact that her daughter, her only daughter, only child in fact, was starting at Hogwarts.
"Granger, Leniera," called Professor McGonagall. A cheery girl with loose blonde curls ran forward and sat on the stool. She sat there for a near 10 minutes as the hat argued with itself, trying to find a place to put her. Most assumed it was considering Gryffindor, like her mother, or Ravenclaw, because her mother had brains beyond most. So surely, it was a shock when the hat announced, "SLYTHERIN." Hermione Granger chocked a bit on nothing but air, as Minerva McGonagall dropped the scroll of first years, both left in a daze from what they had just heard. Leniera, being the happy-go-lucky type of person she is, took off the hat and skipped over to the Slytherin table with a smile on. Hermione and Minerva's eyes met for a moment, both knowing exactly how Leniera had gotten to be a Slytherin; it was all because of her father. Professor McGonagall muttered something as the scroll flew into her hand and continued on with the list. When she came to "Malfoy, Maliegha." Hermione choked again, this time on her drink she had been sipping. Maliegha Malfoy sat down and a moment later the hat announced her to be "SLYTHERIN" as well. Soon enough all the first years had been sorted, ending with "Witherbee, Margariet", "RAVENCLAW" and it was time for The Headmistress' opening speech. "There will be a time for speeches, but now is not one. Let the feast begin."
Leniera Granger and Maliegha Malfoy had ended up seated across from one another, though neither had acknowledge the other. As the left-over food was disappearing from the bowls and platters, not to mention the plates of the students and staff, both girls quickly reached for a roll. They managed to get one, but that was it. Both Maliegha and Leniera had grabbed the same roll.
"It's mine." Maliegha stated. "I had it first."
"Are your eyes damaged? Because you obviously saw wrong." Leniera argued.
"My eyes are perfect, thank you very much and this roll is mine."
"She's right you know. She did have it first." A boy with curly brown locks intervened on Maliegha's behalf.
"Fine," Leniera scowled, pushing the roll at Maliegha, who instinctually released it, so that it ended up hitting her square in the forehead. Leniera smirked at the scene. Maliegha was about to retaliate when Hermione stood up and began her speech. "To our first years, welcome to Hogwarts; to everyone else, welcome back to another year. I'm sure you all want to get to your dormitories but a few quick reminders are necessary before you leave. First off, the Forbidden Forest is, as always, forbidden to all students..."
"Just so you now," Maliegha whispered to Leniera. "This isn't over."
"Oh and you realized that all by yourself?" Leniera retorted. "I really should congratulate you on that, oh except for the fact that you don't deserve to be congratulated for anything."
" ...Prefects if you would lead the first years up to your respective common rooms. Good Night." As the Headmistress finished her speech, students in every house began to rise.
"Slytherin First Years, over here." A Fifth year boy yelled out. Leniera went over to him but before she reached him she tripped and landed at his feet. "Are you all right?" the Prefect inquired.
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you!" Leniera answered, standing up. She turned around and saw Maliegha smirking at her. "This should be fun." Maliegha whispered to newly found enemy as she pushed past her.
The hostility between these too only got worse over the years. You'd think they'd put their energy into hating another house, so that Slytherin wouldn't loose points, or look bad in any way, but no, not these two. Both Leniera Granger and Maliegha Malfoy are original, true characters, who refuse to "play nice" for the sake of the Slytherin house. These two first year girls never expected to tear the house apart but that is precisely what they did. You were either a Lenie or a Mal, and they had ways to tell you apart. All the Slytherins wore ribbons, pinned to their robes and backpacks; decorating their quill and broomsticks; the girls even wore them in their hair. If you wore a "Lenie", you never went anywhere without a green and silver ribbon, but if you had chosen to side with Mal, you were forever with a black and silver one. Even the other houses had joined in. The ribbons could be spotted on Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors, and an occasional Hufflepuff (remember they are supposed to be the nice ones). One could stop and wonder if these girls meant to create such a rift in Slytherin, or if they even wanted it, but nonetheless, it was there. Their hatred was so vicious that the concept of topping it seemed surreal. Well, Maybe...
Hermione Granger held her breath as she walked into her daughter's room. In her hand she held a thick envelope with the Hogwarts Crest. "Lenie," She said in a flat tone.
"Head Girl or not?" Lenie asked, not looking up from her book.
"Lenie, um why don't you just-" Hermione began but Lenie cut her off. "It was a simple question, mum, but considering your stutter, I assume that's a no. But please tell me that disgrace of a witch Malfoy didn't get it." Lenie didn't know why she bothered to ask; she already knew the awful girl had been chosen over her, since Malfoy was the only one capable of matching her intellect level. "Lenie-" "Save it mum. It's ok, I'm fine with not being made Head Girl."
"You should get packing, my dearest Leniera, we need to be going soon as you know." Hermione told her daughter.
"Don't worry, Mum, I'll be down in five." Hermione chuckled, thinking Lenie was kidding, but noting her daughter's serious look, Hermione regained her composer. "Really dear? Five minuets?" inquired a very shocked Hermione Granger.
"Minuets!" Lenie let out a laugh so similar to her mothers. "Surely you knew I meant hours?" Hermione smiled as she placed Lenie's Hogwarts letter on her desk and made her way towards the door. Pausing in the archway, she stated, "You'll be downstairs, all packed and ready in twenty minuets." Then she continued on her way.
"Thirty minuets, at the least!" Lenie yelled after her, but Hermione took no notice. With a whip of her wand all her school supplies were packed. Lenie, having decided to be more careful when packing her clothing, (she couldn't fold her clothes with just her wand quiet yet) was all packed for Hogwarts nearly ten minuets later and could finally turn her attention to her hair. Oh how she hated that awful color and those tight little curls. 'I look like a child, like Gildeylocke, from that muggle story mum likes,' thought Lenie, 'But now that I am finally of age, I can easily change that.' After several more whips of her wand, Leniera Granger had pin straight hair with various shades of blonde highlighting the original white blonde color. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself as she spun around and admired her work. "Oh, the things that magic can do," she cooed, smiling to herself. Lenie marveled over her hair a while longer, but when she caught a glimpse at the time, she realized her mother had demanded her be ready and waiting almost ten minuets ago. Grabbing her trunk, Leniera Granger rushed down her stairs, for the last time for her final year at Hogwarts.
Maliegha Malfoy jumped in excitement. She was Head Girl. Not that stupid little princess who's mother just happened to be Headmistress. Her, yes her. Maliegha Malfoy.
"This is wonderful, my darling Malie. We need to celebrate. And of course, I need to get you something." Her father, Draco Malfoy rambled on about how proud he was, but Maliegha blocked him out. 'He doesn't really care. He only pretends to love me because he has to,' Maliegha thought. 'Nora is his little princess, and Braiden is his only son. I'm like the step sister. No, I'm like the nanny. Ever since Mum's death I've been the one to take care of Nora and Braiden and this stupid manor we've moved to.'
"Well done, Mal. This will be better for my first year. I'm the brother to Head Girl." Her eleven-year-old brother, Braiden, congratulated her. "Yes, Mal, this is great," Agreed fourteen-year-old Nora. "You've finally done something to make me proud to call you family. Unlike the stupid war you've gone and started." she mumble the last bit in an undertone.
"I heard that," Maliegha retorted, but with a smile. She looked at her siblings. Both had straight, platinum blonde hair (Nora's hung to the middle of her back, but was often knotted into a bun) and cold, gray eyes. They were definitely their father's children. She, however, had been born with chocolate brown eyes, and curly, strawberry blonde hair, which she had convinced her mother to change to a shocking midnight black when she was nine. Accidentally, Mrs. Malfoy had used a forever spell, meaning Maliegha's hair could never change from black. Maliegha in fact was perfectly okay with this.
"Sorry, but I cannot agree with the fact that you split Slytherin. I mean there are some people who are really great that have sided with Granger and therefore do not give me the slightest time of day and-" "Nora, if there was a girl like Leniera Granger in your year, you would behave in the same manner. Besides I'm Head Girl now, so I doubt I will have time to mess with her."
"I still can't get over the fact that you're Head Girl. I thought the Headmistress would weasel her daughter into the position." Draco Malfoy interrupted.
"Yes, well, I deserve it. Not to mention someone needs to bring back the pride and prestige that was once associated with the Malfoy name," replied Maliegha in a cold, vicious tone. She noticed her father flinch in anger, or maybe it was in memory. "Maliegha Isabella Malfoy, you will NOT MENTION SUCH TIMES!" his voice steadily rising into an angry roar.
"Yes, Father," replied a very calm Maliegha Isabella Malfoy. She shot a slight smirk in her father's direction as she exited the room.
