DISCLAIMER: Be aware, all names of Harry Potter belong to JK ROWLING. Not ME! Therefore, I rather you not sue me. Domo!
Chapter Three: Malfoy Meets The New Girl
Laughing as they walked out of the pub, the Hogwarts students suddenly stopped (well, Tamora did anyway) when they heard it. Tamora suddenly felt tired and sick again.
"Straight from the magic presses!" A boy infront of the wizarding bank, Gringotts yelled, holding paper. "Another Acid Witch sighting in Romania!"
Tamora and Hermione grimced.
"Sorry, Tamora." Harry said, knowing about her Asicu experience.
She fought back her tears agressively and sighed, looking at the all the wizards and witches crowding around to get a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"No, it's alright." Tamora said, weakly. She started to walk toward the crowd.
"Uh. . .Tamora!? Where are you going?" Ron asked.
She turned. "I want to get a copy."
Her new friends were dumbfounded.
"Has she lost her mind?" George whispered.
Tamora smiled. "I have to move on. I want to see if the Acid Witch has changed at all."
"Change!?"
Tamora started to walk away from them again.
"But - but she destroyed - ouch!"
Hermione had elbowed Ron, and followed Tamora. So did the others.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry watched Tamora's expression as she read the article, leaning against the wall of the Leaky Cauldron. She looked very calm and at peace.
She's really brave. He thought. Look, it doesn't even seem like she's going to cry. . .wow. . .
Well, that was because Tamora was right; the Acid Witch had change.
In the article, it was reported that a wizard by the name of Dominick Abreu claimed he was saved by the Acid Witch the same day the Asicu School of Magic was attacked by the same person.
"It's so screwed up..." Ron said, after reading it. "She's confused on whether to be good or evil."
Tamora ignored the comment and read on.
Dominick Abreu had also said that the Acid Witch had silvery-green hair, and white eyes. She was riding an Aviatger (a flying white tiger), and was wearing shining-aqua cape. The Ministry is now on the lookout for these qualities all over the world.
"Well that won't help." Tamora said frowning and folding the article.
"What do you mean?"
She sighed. "Well, the Acid Witch transforms, doesn't she? That's what she must look like when she does. If Cornelius Fudge is keeping an eye out for a girl who has those characteristics, he'll never find her."
"Oh, that's right." Hermione said, remembering that was what she had learned in her secind year in DADA.
Everyone agreed.
"They'd have to use an Inner-image potion to reveal the Acid Witch, and I doubt that they'll do that."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"How about this one?"
"No, I don't think a snake will go well with my image." Tamora said.
The salesman picked up a black cat with silver stripes. "Nedja here is exceptionally good at-"
Tamora shooked her head. "I don't think so."
The man looked stumped. "And you didn't like any of the selections of owls and frogs I've shown you?"
"Nope."
Tamora and the Hogwarts students had went to Gringotts, taking out enough money for their supplies for the upcoming school year. Since Asicu did not require Tamora to have a magical pet, she was now in the Magical Animal shop in Diagon Alley, looking for one, as Harry, Hermione and the others waited outside.
"Hmm. . " Then the salesperson snapped his fingers. "Ah, how many galleons do you have there, Miss?"
"Just 4-"
"Well, then!" He went into the backroom of the store, behind the cash regrister, and came back holding a cage with a sleeping owl inside. Tamora's eyes grew wide at it's beauty...
Meanwhile, outside, Tamora's new friends were talking about the Acid Witch and commenting how calm Tamora was about it.
"...what do you think Dumbledore'll say about the Acid Witch?" Ron said.
"I dunno...I hardly know anything about her. How does Tamora know a lot?" Harry asked Hermione
"Her father was a-"
"Whoa!" Ginny exclaimed suddenly. They are turned toward the door of the shop.
"Wow, Tamora, that's a beautiful owl!"
"No kidding! She must've been expensive."
They all greeted a smiling Tamora from their resting place on the side of the building. She showed them her new pet; it was a silvery-white snowy owl with a stripe of black feathers going down her back.
Tamora shrugged and placed the cage down. "Well, no, Ivory was on sale."
"Ivory. . .what a pretty name!" Ginny said, bending over and looking at Tamora's new pet.
"How much?"
"Not a lot. . .only 4 galleons-"
"Only 4 galleons!?" Ron exclaimed, his mouth dropped open.
Tamora looked at Ivory. "Well, yeah. My mother and father had, uh. . ." She looked uncomfortable as she tried to explain it. ". . .well-paying jobs before they died. All of their money went to me. I hate spending their earnings, though. But I suppose that's what my parents want."
"Like Harry." Hermione said, thoughtfully.
Tamora knodded.
The Weasley's gaped, staring at her.
"What?" She asked, perplexed at their motion.
That was when they heard laughing. Tamora saw her friends suddenly stare past her, and turned around to see why.
There stood a boy, a bit taller than Tamora, but approximetely the same age as her. He had pale blond hair and pale skin, with sort of a pointed face. Behind him were two other boys, they were bigger than him, more mean-looking and rougher. But those two were laughing with the other boy.
"Malfoy." Ron hissed. "What do you want?"
[POV change]
Picking on the Weasleys (or Weasels, as he puts them) was Malfoy's favorite thing to do. He did it on a regular basis, mostly ridiculing them for being so poor. But now. . .
Malfoy was just about to answer Ron Weasley (Weasel) when he catched a glimpse of that girl...
He hadn't seen her before at Hogwarts, or around Diagon Alley for that matter. But for some strange reason, Malfoy thought he had met her before.
When she had turned, something inside of Malfoy changed. He felt it, but ignored the fact that the girl was tremendously beautiful. He hid the fact that he loved the way her straight, shining black hair hugged her loving face, it reaching below her shoulders. Her emerald eyes glowed in the sunlight. . .
Malfoy pulled himself together, once he knew he was staring at her. "I couldn't help over hear yet another humiliating response from you, Weasel." He said, proud of himself.
Harry and George held Ron back from attacking him.
"And why would you say that?" The pretty new girl asked him. Her voice was soft, yet firm and the French accent captured him.
Malfoy snickered. "Because. These Weasels are so poor, they can't even fathom what a muggle pound is worth!"
Crabbe and Goyle exploded with laughter.
Ron beared his teeth at them.
Malfoy resulted to giggles when he caught the new French girl staring at him.
"What are you looking at, mudblood?" He snapped at her, his pride overcoming him.
She didn't flinched, or react at all.
"Argh! How did you know she was muggle-born, Malfoy?" Granger asked.
"Because only mudbloods hangout with Weasels and Potter." He eyed them.
She would have charged at Malfoy, but the new girl stuck outstretched her hand. Granger stopped in her tracks and the new girl shook her head "no". With a questionable look, Granger stepped back.
Then the French girl turned toward Malfoy and frowned. She asked, "What is your name again?"
He suspiciously responded,"Draco Malfoy."
"My name is Tamora. Malfoy, if you haven't noticed, the Acid Witch has been reborn into a 'mudblood' girl, so I suggest you watch what you say. People like you is exactly what angers her and makes the girl dangerously powerful. Watch it."
Shocked that this girl, Tamora, was speaking to him in such a manner, even if she was down-right gorgeous, Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but Tamora turned to walk into Flourish and Blotts with her friends who had already started to walk there.
He was furious.
"Hey!" Malfoy called back to her.
Tamora stopped. She turned with a sly grin on her face and said,"See you at Hogwarts then, Draco Malfoy."
And with that, Tamora ran off leaving Malfoy flabbergasted.
Crabbe and Goyle were laughing at Malfoy hysterically, half expecting a ridiculing remark from him. But it never came. He just stared after Tamora as she ran off.