Sly among the Brave
Neo Sailor Slytherin
Me- Chapter 3! We've made it this far! Thank you all for your reviews!! OH YEAH, I'M NOW NEO SAILOR SLYTHERIN!!!
Everyone- Yeah…
Me- gets out Sailor Moon items
Snape- If it's Sailor Venus, I'll torcher you, and then kill you.
Me- It's not Sailor V. IT'S SAILOR PLUTO!!!! Oh yeah, Seamus isn't going to Slytherin after all , here Ron, put this on….
Harry- NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Me- What's with him?
Snape- We watched the episodes where they all get killed last night.
Me- That gives me an idea…….
Ron- Oh noes…
sigh I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! I ALSO OWN NO SONG USED IN THIS STORY!
Chapter 3- Things come to light
Evangeline woke up, exhausted, trying to remember the events of the night before. "Arrgh…I have to go to breakfast." Looking in the mirror, she saw what 700 years of life had done to her. She was a Portugese English, but her skin was terribly pale. Pale scars crossed her body. She had a class to teach, but she had the perfect idea for a lesson….
Harry had recovered quite well and yawned as he entered the Hall.
Cho slammed a Daily Prophet on the table. "She's been sighted!" she said, shaking. "The Crimson Harpie Wolf!" Slytherins started whispering, and all looked at Snape, who was over them, reading the paper with a look of genuine shock on his face. "The Wolf has been sensed near Hogwarts by resident demon and student, Pansy Parkinson, better known as Setsuna Hatake or Yonbi."
Setsuna nodded and said, "Towards midnight, I felt the strangest vibrations in the grounds, then I realized only one thing made those vibrations. I alerted the Headmaster immedeatly." She looked up, scarlet eyes glinting.
"Well, all students should be on the lookout." Evageline was standing near the table, frowning, wearing a black dress complete with corset, and a long crimson cape. "Professor, why do you want to teach both 6th and 7th year together?" Luna asked, voice serene as usual. "You'll see." She sing-songed. "Oh no. You've gone as batty as Sybill." Snape groaned.
"Dragons are for later in the year!" she laughed. "Severus, you take after your mother so much. It's a miracle you smile though, you should do it more. Maybe you could find a mate."
She brushed a strand of raven hair out of his face, humming one of Mozart's compositions as she did so. "It took you 700 years! Don't lecture me." She tugged on a black lock and laughed. "You always loved that song, Sevvy, what happened." Everyone stared, amazed when their professor started singing a Japanese song, with a voice that echoed off the walls, and melted everyone's heart:
Gomen ne sunao ja nakute Yume no naka nara ieru Shikou kairo wa shotto sunzen Ima sugu aitai yo Nakitaku naru you-na Moonlight Denwa mo dekinai Midnight Datte junjou dou shiyou Haato wa mangekyou Tsuki no hikari ni michibikare Nandomo meguri-au Seiza no matataki kazoe Uranau koi no yukue Onaji kuni ni umareta no Mirakuru romansu Mo ichido futari de weekend Kami-sama kanete happy-end Genzai kako mirai mo Anata ni kubittake Deatta toki no natsukashii Manazashi wasurenai Ikuseman no hoshi kara anata o mitsukerareru Guuzen mo chansu ni kaeru ikikata ga suki yo Fushigi-na kiseki kurosu-shite Nandomo meguri-au Seiza no matataki kazoe uranau koi no yukue Onaji kuni ni umareta no mirakuru romansu Shinjite iru no mirakuru romansu
The entire school broke into applause, and many 7th year boys cried. She looked fazed for a moment, until she said, "Ronald Weasley, Head Table, NOW." Ron looked….different, and he had a black and blue mark near his eye. "Due to your Ms. Brown's response to your objection to her…proposition, you will be transferred to Slytherin." She looked confused and then amazed. "That's 1,2,3,4,5,6,7….10?!" she counted. She turned to the other teachers. "We've made history!" They looked at her oddly. "Ten Fallen Angels in 1 generation!" The professors looked at her. "Ten?" She nodded. "I'll explain later." She swept out of the hall, scarlet cloak trailing behind her.
Ron took a seat at the Slytherin table, trying to ignore the dirty looks he received from the other Slytherins when he sat down. "Look Ron, I want to start over." Everyone stared as Draco Malfoy said this to Ron Weasley. "He was under the Impervius and the Crucio." Luna said in a voice that wasn't her own. "I sensed it. His arorua wasn't like all the humans own (a/n: in my story coming up, Change for the Better, Petunia will mention Harpeela are not human, but humanoids with an unusual beauty and grace. See my other story in my profile for more and PWEASE MAKE SUGGESTIONS!!!), it was as if…he were possessed. Like Ginny, five years ago. He was not truly living." Luna looked back up at him and said, "What….what freed you?" Ron looked up, the look of a man that had seen an angel crossing his face. "She…she said her name was Stilleto. She had silver eyes, and her hair, it fanned out, like a Veela, red like mine, but the tips… they were white blond, and her wings were the same as her hair. There was an odd colored dementor, and she used a partonus. She said, 'Look at the mirror, Daddy, look beyond the glass."
Harry walked in the hall, thinking as he went. He didn't notice a dark figure watching him until a faint crashing noise was heard from the dungeons. "Severus?" Snape was hunched over a photo, complete with a 40 foot black wingspan. "Potter, what are you doing here?" he snarled. He picked up the photo. "Is this your mother?" Attearemea had a baby Severus and was blowing bubbles with him, laughing as she did. "That is none of your business!" he snapped. Harry's eyes welled up with tears. "I just wanted the help, sir. If you want, I'll go now."
He was turning to go when Severus muttered,
"Your worst enemy may turn out to be your greatest love."
Harry turned around, and murmured, "Is that something your mother told you?" He nodded. "You remind me a lot of her, Harry. You really do. She would willingly sacrifice for friends, family, even people she didn't know. I ignored my mother and father's teachings, and for that I beg your forgiveness. He kneeled and kissed Harry lightly on the hand. "Your mother was a Dark Arts Mistress, your father a Potions Master, am I correct?" Severus nodded.
"Therefore fueling your intrest?"
"Mama would constantly read her books to me at night. It was comforting."
Harry held out a long-fingered, feminine hand and pulled him up. Two minutes later, Harry had soft lips pressed against his. He's kissing me! I can't believe it!Much to Snape's surprise, he deepened the kiss. "Ah…detention at six?" Snape asked. Harry smiled innocently at him and said, "Okay."
The D.A.D.A classroom had been redecorated. The chairs were about 15 feet high, with plushy cushions that had a color for each house. The armrests had either a badger, eagle, snake, or griffin. They were in a circle around a large rose sapphire table, that had all sorts of magical items on it. "Wow." Ginny managed to gasp. The chamber was illuminated by a thousand candles, all glowing different colors. "Do you like it, students?" Their professor was sitting in the center of the table, as there was a hole and a chair like thiers, except it was black. She wore a scarlet, strapless, backout dress, and two wings were shimmering in the dim light, gray-blue, with a 30-feet wingspan.
"Welcome to your first Defense against the Dark Arts class for the year. I am your professor, Evangeline Laveanre." Please, sit in whatever chair has your house color." The chairs automatically lowered to the ground, and as soon as a student got on, it went back up. Hermione sat next to Harry, who was still having problems due to his injuries, while Pansy and Luna sat next to each other, talking about Japanese mages. Draco had taken a liking to Ron, and Blaise along with Neville, sat with him. Cho had settled next to Ginny. "Alright students, we are going to learn about the solemn art of Magical Types. There are 7 Types of Magic. Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Light, Dark, and Unknown. You know what the first 6 are already, I'll explain the final one. Unknown is very rare and hard to control. It is a deep and sacred art, many have tried to control it and well…it didn't end pretty." The entire class winced. "And we're moving on." She adjusted her wings so that she didn't make herself uncomfortable. "I will place a charm so that your magical type will be determined. You will see a selected person's memories. When it wears off, go straight to lunch, and say this, 'Magica Incatras'." She cast the charm and Neville was thrust into a dark, warm abyss.
"W-W-W-W-Where am I? Who can hear me?" He got up, the darkness closing in on him. He found a light, and was floating above a small girl, with raven hair, and deepest blue-gray eyes, and was wearing an old-fashioned uniform that was used in Hogwarts around the 1300s. "Vampires can walk in daylight, Professor." She read, looking up every few seconds. "Very good Lady Lavearne." A red-haired lady was walking around the room, smiling with genuine happiness as she did.
The scene changed to a mid-spring's day, as she quietly did a report, and several girls came running up to her, red in the face and smiling. "Y-Y-You're Evangeline, right?" one asked. Evangeline looked up, face paler than usual, and a sickly look to her. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes." She stuttered, as the one speaking to her was Lustera Slytherin, granddaughter of Salazaar Slytherin. "You look paler than usual, Lady, are you alright?" She got up, staggering as she did. "Yes I am!" snapping, but she didn't make it far, because as she reach for her bag, and fell into deep oblivion.
She woke up, breathing heavily as she did. "Where am I?" She looked and there was Lustera, looking worried and stressed. "You've been out for a week now." Evangeline pulled on a loose strand of hair. "Hehehe…no kidding." She tried to get up, and lost balance. "Hey, don't move yet." Lustera caught her before she could hit the ground. "So…you're Evangeline." Evangeline nodded, and said, "I-I thank you." Lustera hugged her and said, "Anytime."
Five hundred years passed. Evangeline was standing in front of a headstone. It stated:
LusteraSilivaLitsuaiSlytherin III
Born: June the 15th, in the year of 1305
Died: December the 1st, in the year of 1829
Loved and Missed by many,
Hated by few.
Silent tears ran down her face. The wind swayed around her, once raven hair was gray with ebony streaks in them. "Well, goodbye Lustera…." She murmured and turned around, walking into the fog.
Neville felt himself thrust back into reality. He picked up his books and left.
Hermione left Harry in the Great Hall and went to a prefect bathroom to examine herself. Long mahogany hair with brownish tips fell into her now pale face. It was like an artist had taken a brush and enhanced her features. "'Ermione?" Fleur Delacour was standing next to her. "How 'av you been?" Hermoine's mouth went dry. She leaned forward, and heard Fleur murmur, "Zere is nothing that 'zill stop us, 'Ermoine. Zere not gonna get us, ma Cherie. She leaned more forward, and the space between them was closed. They kissed for what seemed an eternity. Hermoine then broke the kiss, as there was a fight outside, and a sickeningly familiar voice could be heard.
"Under the decree of the….."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT A BLOODY DECREE, UMBRIDGE! WHY DID YOU JUST STORM IN HERE AND TELL ME MY FATHER HAS BEEN SENT TO AZKABAN FOR NO BLOODY GOOD REASON?!"
"He was an extremely dangerous werewolf, Ms. Lupin-Black."
Hermione went outside and saw a 2nd year she recognized as Sirius and Remus' daughter, Elva (I will have all the explanations in my upcoming story, please see my profile for more!). "So. You're looking to sack Professor Snape and Laveanre as well, huh?" She growled, showing rows of sharpened canines. "Yes. Yes I am." Umbridge retorted. A breaking sound was heard as Neville ran towards Professor McGonagall now, panting as she tried to make out his French. "What? Evangeline is what?" She glared daggers at Umbridge now, and went to see what the problem was.
The Quidditch field was completely destroyed, making groans rise from the crowd. A fox, a black phoenix, and a blonde cat were in the center around a gray hippogriff that had been appeared to have been shot down. "Aunt Tuney!" (I repeat: see my other story!!!) Harry ran towards his aunt, who changed back and hugged him tightly. "Are you alright? Good." A blonde girl, small but apparently sturdy, shouted, "I found him!" Harry smiled and ran towards his cousin, who was named Destiny. "Dest, how are you…?" She was crouched over a large black wolf….with wings. The wolf then opened large navy blue eyes marked with pain, bared glinting white teeth, and advanced towards them.
Me- Well, another cliffy.
All- Awww…….
Since you have all been good, will youu tell me if I should do a karaoke chapter?
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