Chapter four. I still don't know what house to put Fern in, that's the reason I'm stalling the Sorting Ceremony chapter! I'm leaning towards either Hufflepuff or Slytherin, please vote! I do not own Harry Potter; I'm just a penniless eight grader :'(
Who is this guy again? Fern wondered and then his eyes fell upon Harry's scarred forehead. Oh, THAT Harry Potter! The guy Voldemort has to kill! I dunno, if the only reason blocking ol' snake face from world domination is this scrawny kid, he must be pretty pathetic...
"Your eyes are very interesting, are you wearing some kind of magical eye contacts?" Harry asked, breaking Fern's concentration.
The hippie teen snorted, "Ain't you never seen nymph eyes before? Well, I'm a half-nymph really." He bit his lip, waiting for either Harry grovel at his feet or flirt with him obnoxiously; most wizards considered nymphs as easy.
Harry surprised him by only giving him a fairly interested look and said, "Oh, that's cool."
Fern sighed in relief, "Yeah. So, like, what's new with you?"
Harry laughed almost bitterly, "Let's just say I've been better." Last year was awful, he still mourned Sirius' death. He was the closest Harry had at having a real family and the teen's promises of happiness had died along with his godfather.
And it was his entire damn fault. If only he hadn't been so irresponsible and hadn't charged into things without thinking. It might as well have been himself who pushed Sirius into the Veil. The abuse from the Dursely's hadn't helped things either; they kept picking on him now, never giving him a moment's peace. He'd rather be neglected than tormented by them.
Fern held his guitar in his hands and strummed a few chords, "Aw, don' get yerself down over bad times. It could always be worse, man."
Harry brightened a bit at Fern's words but he still had a wry smile, "Yeah well, looking back on the year I just had, I don't think it can get any worse."
Fern laughed warmly, "That's a good thing, if it can't get no worse then it can only get better."
The green-eyed teen couldn't help but grin, "That's a barmy way at looking at things."
The strawberry blonde shrugged, "But jus' try it."
"Try what?" A female voice inquired.
Fern looked up to see a girl with bushy brown hair followed by the tall redheaded boy he saw at the train station, Ron, if he remembered correctly. Fern stared at him until the other boy's ears turned red and he averted his eyes.
"Hey, Freckle Face, thank yer mum fer me when ya see her. Although I have to say, I didn't really like the way she looked at me and Maw." he said.
Ron's face almost turned as red as his hair, "Er, yeah, sorry about that. She's really old fashioned, that's all."
The hippie teen's eyes then lingered upon the brunette girl, "Hey, babe, what's shakin'?" he asked with a smile, his smile widened at the angry look on the girl's face.
"My name is Hermione Granger, not 'Babe', thank you very much." she snapped. Whoa, you mad, bra? Fern thought with amusement.
"So, Fern," Harry said, trying to calm Hermione, "Which school did you used to go to?"
"Oh, this is going to be m' first time bein' in a wizarding school. Y' see, I went to a local school for nymphs called Logios Academy until last year. M' mom wanted me to learn Fae magic before anything else." Fern explained.
Ron looked at Fern astonished, "You're really behind then, how'll you survive Hogwarts...how'll you survive Snape?" he asked with a shudder just thinking about the foreboding Potions master.
Fern smiled, "'Ey, jus' because I never went to an official wizarding school doesn't mean I don' no m' stuff. M' Dad went here when he had a kid n' he taught me wizard magic since I was eleven. I think I might even be a little more advanced than ya'll actually"
Hermione did not like the soun of someone being more advanced than her, "If you're so ahead of us, then what's the point of coming to Hogwarts?" she asked.
Fern snorted, "Believe me, hun, I hate the idea of goin' to a hoity-toity, mightier-than-thou Wizarding school, especially one where the Headmaster separate children into cliques and promote social fascism...I have m' reasons though." he said with a sniff.
"Maybe you aren't as advanced as you say you are." was the witch's response.
The strawberry blond smirked, "Fine, toots, check this out!" The nymph-halfa took out his wand and said, "Symphonia: Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig von Beethoven!" Immediately, the said musical piece came out from his wand. "Intermitto." The music stopped.
Ron and Harry looked impressed, "Wow, old Flitwick never taught us that before." Harry said, "Who invented that?" he asked.
"Phineas Faunabelle...Oh my God, you're his son!" Hermione said with an astonished looked and stared at Fern, "He's a famous inventor who mixes wizard magic with Muggle technology. I read all about him in his book called 'Machines: The Magic of Muggles'. I didn't know he had a son!"she exclaimed.
"Who?" Harry wondered, sometimes it really pissed him off that there was a lot of things about the Wizarding world he didn't know.
Ron gasped at Harry as if he had said something blasphemous, "He's only one of the greatest wrock heroes ever! I remember him from that cool band The Billywigs and then he had an even better solo career. I didn't even know he was married." he looked at Fern with the utmost respect.
Fern shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Well, it was his priority to make his private life n' work never mix. Daddy didn't want to raise a family in the limelight, which is one of the reasons why he n' Maw moved to California."
"Blimey, d'you think you can get me his autograph?" Ron asked excitedly.
The strawberry blonde frowned. Oh right, he thought, the public doesn't know about his death yet. "Well, that's gonna be a little hard because he...he died recently." he said in a hushed voice.
Hermione's and Harry's eyebrows shot up while Ron's freckled face had gone white and he stared numbly at Fern. He got up and leaned into Fern's face so their noses were only two inches apart, "Wha...what the hell? You're not serious!" Ron's big, blue eyes were looking desperately at Fern, begging the blonde to tell him that this was all a joke.
"I'm serious...he died about four weeks ago." he said. Harry looked at Fern with pained and empathic eyes but didn't say anything.
That caused Ron to recoil into his seat and two tears stream down on the boy's face but the redhead had wiped them so quickly you couldn't tell they were ever there.
Fern was humbled and a little angry that a fan of his father was brought to such emotions. Ron didn't have the right to cry over his father and yet Fern was very grateful that he was, it just showed him how much his father had touched people's lives.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Ron said, slightly red in the face for tearing up.
Fern averted his eyes and shrugged aloofly, "Thanks, Ron. He hasn't been properly buried yet, his body is currently in a glass coffin charmed with Preservation Charms, we've been waiting fer the right...environment." The forest wasn't in very good shape and the nymphs were waiting for it to be one hundred percent again to bury the beloved late singer.
"M' Maw n' me have been thinking about tellin' the world, but it'll be complicated since Daddy had hidden us from the public eye for years..." Fern added.
"If you're going to tell the public, let me give you a word of advice," Harry said, "Steer clear of a woman named Rita Skeeter, she'll twist up anything you say just to make you look bad."
Fern mocked an angry face, "See hear now, I can do that on me own, son!" he sniggered. His warm giggles had brought them all out of a morbid feeling.
"Oh, n' by the way, I'm rather familiar with Rita Skeeter's libel. She interviewed m' Dad when he was beginning his solo career and had jus' released his new single 'We All Die in the End'. That Skeeter bitch had made my father look bad by saying to lyrics showed allegiance to the Dark Lord." he said with a frown.
"But he wasn't, was he?" Harry asked.
"Cor, no!" Fern exclaimed and then said, "Well, I'm not gonna deny that the song didn't have to do with Voldemort -" Ron flinched. "But it wasn't praising him, y' know. It was a song of despair that Voldemort was terrorizing the world. Ya see, m' dad could get very pessimistic sometimes and he'd show it in a warped way. I could sing it for ya'll, I know all his songs by heart."
He picked up his guitar and played a peaceful and melancholy tune. (A/N: The poem can be sung to the tune of the first part of Siberian Breaks by MGMT)
"Hiding is useless and running only brings more..pain.
The Dark Mark upon the doorstep can only mean that...we all die in the end.
Can fight his power.
He feeds off joy just like a dementor.
The victims that scream in horror can only be drowned...by his maniacal glee.
The body count's still rising while Mom keeps bumbling on.
If you're not being hunted, you're Voldie's mindless pawn.
Make peace with God while you still can!
My friend, we all die in the end-"
The song wasn't over but Fern had stopped playing because
"What a lovely little ditty, I couldn't agree more with it. That was one of your father's very few good songs, wasn't it?" An unfortunately familiar voice drawled. There before them was the one and only Amazing Bouncing Ferret: Draco Malfoy.
Fern inwardly bristled at the comment, "G'day, Malfoy." he said in a tight voice. Malfoy sat in the seat next to Fern and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.
Ron looked between the two boys, "Fern, you know this poncey git?"
Fern shook his head, "No. I mean, like, I know him but I don't know-know him, ya know."
Draco waved his hand dismissively, "Pish, Faunabelle and I are rather close acquaintances." The Golden Trio did not look convinced and Fern eyed the Draco sketchily. The platinum blond then added, "Faunabelle, I've been meaning to ask you what blood your father had."
"What blood?" he repeated, "That's a weird question, I think he was Type O-"
Hermione laughed, "He doesn't mean that blood type, he's talking about your Wizard lineage."
Draco sneered, "Thank you, Granger, but I didn't hear anyone asking you to butt your smart-arse into our conversation."
"N' what a fine smart arse it is." Fern commented, earning a dangerous glare from the young witch.
He looked at the ceiling as if it had all the answers, "Uh...let's see, I think Daddy was a Half-blood. But then again, Meemaw's a Squib while Pops is a Muggle so I'm not sher if m' Dad would really count as a Half-blood..."
Draco looked terribly abashed, "A Muggle and a Squib for parents? Your father is practically a Mudblood." he said flatly.
It dawned on him that Fern was a Half-breed, a Half-breed with dirty blood at that. "Merlin, I hope you don't get sorted into Slytherin, it would tarnish our good name. You might get stuck in Gryffindor, they're very welcoming to Mudbloods." he said sneering at Hermione.
Hermoine, who was usually never too insulted by the term, had turned her head away quickly but one could still catch the tear that had shined in the corner of her eye.
"You've just gone too far, Malfoy!" Harry roared and grabbed the blonde's navy blue, tailor-made button-up shirt by the front, "I would have hoped to think that you'd get mature over the summer and learn to be considerate of others instead of being such a. Bloody. Fucking. Prick!" he jabbed Draco's chest with her wand to emphasize his words.
Draco backed deeper into the cushion of the chair, genuinely fearing for his life even though his impassive face showed none of it. Fern raised an eyebrow at what a punk this guy was. Sure he was totally hot and Fern was planning on flirting with him but Draco was all shit. The demigod decided to intervene because even though he deserved it, it'd be a pity if Draco's sexy face got hexed inside-out.
He got in between Harry's wand and Draco, "Dudes, calm down! Harry, put the wand down, s'not a real good idea to start a duel in such a confined place." he said in a calming, friendly voice. Harry was hesitant but after an encouraging nod he reluctantly put his wand back in his pocket.
Ron was furious, "Why would you help out such a creep like Malfoy, I would think you'd like to see his balls get cursed off after what he just said!"
Draco smirked at the redhead, "Cool it, Weasley, or you'll have Faunabelle to deal with."
Fern spun around to glare at Draco. Just because he was a little shorter than the Pure-blood didn't mean his presence wasn't intimidating. If looks could kill, Draco would have been on the ground mutilated beyond recognition.
He put one hand on his hip and used his other hand to snap in the platinum-haired boy's face, "Ex-ca-use me? Biatch, the only reason yer not bein' beaten into a bleedin' pulp is because I'm not gon' waste m' energy on shite like you. Plus, it'd be a damn shame if yer sexy face got hexed inside out. I'm warning y', sug, talk smack about m' Daddy again n' so help me Zeus, yer gonna be havin' to pick up yer pretty, straight, white teeth of the ground!" he said in a calm voice that had elevated to screaming in Draco's face by the end, "Now 'pologize!" he barked.
"How dare you! My father will-"
"I sher do hope y' like puddin', hun." Fern smiled sweetly but the wisps in his eyes were like the sea during a storm. He cracked his knuckled threateningly.
"I, er...apologize." Draco said grudgingly.
Fern grinned and plopped him down into the seat, "There y' go; now we're all friends, right?"
Harry made a face, "N-"
"Right?" Fern asked more forcefully.
"...Whatever."
The hippie then cuddled up next to Draco, much to the other boy's terror, and soon fell asleep for the rest of the train ride. In his slumber, Fern had a painful flashback.
"Daddy! Jus' hold on, Momma's got the blood right here! Don't die on me, ya hear?" Fern screamed as he held Phineas' pale hand in his, kissing it repeatedly. They had tried everything to help him since eleven o' clock and now it was around six in the morning. They used healing incantations, potions, magical herbs, they even tied giving ambrosia to Phineas, but his body had rejected it all.
Florence rushed into the room holding a vial of silvery liquid; willingly given unicorn's blood. There was a fire spreading through the other side of the forest but none of them gave a damn about that for the time being.
She was visibly shaken; she and her son were almost raped late last night and now her soulmate was on his death bed, "Drink this, sug. Cymbeline let me take this from her willingly so it's okay."
The older strawberry blond frowned a little, "Luv, your s'posed to be helping put of the fire. Leave me here n' do your job, I'll be fine." he said. His paper white skin, sunken cheeks, and black- rimmed eyes told a different story.
Florence shook her head, "My place here is with you fer now, I've just contacted the clan of water nymphs. They told me to stay with you n' they'll take care of everything."
Fern tipped the vial into Phineas' mouth gently and made sure he swallowed every drop. The effect had the exact opposite of what they wanted, though. Phineas' face contorted into even more pain and he pulled away from Fern to vomit blood over the side of the bed. Fern screamed and a new wave of fresh sobs came over him.
"Well...I guess there ain't nothing we can do now..." Phineas said with a numb expression on his face, he was trying his hardest to except the fact he was dying.
Florence wailed, "I'm sorry, Phineas, I - I jus' don' know how to save you! Oh, Fates, don' take him from me now, eighteen years with him isn't nearly enough! Don't take him from me..."
Since Florence was an immortal, she knew since the day she and Phineas got married that he would eventually die and leave her, although that would probably take hundreds off years. This was too early, too cruel for her to take; she felt that the Fates had cheated her of the happy life she had finally found after searching for fifty-three years.
Phineas weakly took his wife's chin and brought her into a kiss. It tasted strongly of blood but Florence allowed it, fearing it'd be the last one they would ever share. "Don't...worry 'bout me, Florence. Hades likes me, I'm sure...he won't give me too much work to get into Heaven."
Fern chuckled weakly, "Oh no, it's straight up to Heaven fer you. Yer a real saint, Daddy." he pecked his father on the lips and rested his head on the man's chest.
Phineas managed to snort, "A saint he calls me, whaddaya say to that?" smirked lewdly at Florence. The forest guardian laughed as some tears escaped her eyes, momentarily forgetting the situation they were in.
He looked up at her and said sincerely, "Florence, you were, is, and always will be the first best thing that ever happened to me." he turned to Fern and said, "N', you're the third best thing that ever happened to me. The second best is how me n' your Momma made you happen."
Fern couldn't help but chortle and sob at the same time. Leave it to Phineas to show his perverse sense of humor even to the end, "Daddy, don' go away. You never got to see me grow up to be famous, or see me get married to Goldie, Xerxes, n' Zora, or see yer grandbabies, or- or..."
Phineas let tears of his own fall down, "I'll see you do all o' that n' then some, Bambi. When I'm dead and go to live in the beyond, I'll be looking down at you everyday to see how my baby's growing up to be a fine young man. Even if Heaven's a giant a disappointment and I don't get to see you, I know that I'll always be proud of you, my beautiful, beautiful boy."
He planted a kiss on Fern's lips, "Fern, open the window and bring your guitar." his eyes barely had the twinkle of life left. He quietly sang 'Here Comes the Sun' hoarsely while Fern played the guitar and hummed along with him.
"It's alright...It's alright, luvs..." Phineas whispered, his breathing was labored and the light in his hazel eyes were dimming. Fern could tell that these were his final moments. He gripped his father's hand harder and resumed kissing it again while Florence cupped her husband's cheek and kissed his lips and rested her forehead on his, "Phineas, don't go, I'm not ready fer you to go. It's too soon...too soon."
Phineas smiled weakly, "If you love someone let 'em go, if they love you too they'll come back. I'll find a way to come back...in some way, shape, or form, I'll come back." he squeezed Fern's hand lightly, "I'll come back."
His hand then went completely limp.
"Faunabelle, wake up!" a voice yelled in an exasperated tone, someone was nudging him. Fern reluctantly opened his eyes, took of his sunglasses, and rubbed them. He discovered to his horror that his cheeks were wet. He looked up and found that he was still leaning against Draco's arm. The Gryffindors had left, leaving the two alone. Draco's shirt sleeve was wet with Fern's tears and the owner of the shirt had a pinkish tint to his pale cheeks. His eyes also bore a glint of...guilt?
Fern got up and stretched, "Mm, where am I?" he asked dozily. Draco made an audible sigh of relief and got up to move his weary arm in circular motion, "The train's reached it's destination, now we have to ride the school carriages to get to Hogwarts." he then added with a groan, "You were leaning on my arm the entire trip and now my arm's fallen asleep."
The strawberry blond scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly, "Oh, my bad. Here, lemme help you." Before the Pure-blood could even protest, Fern had grabbed his arms and started rubbing until it was brought back to life.
"Ah, thank you." Draco said slowly and then added; "Um, I know you don't know many people from Hogwarts so I was wondering if you wanted to ride with me and my friends." the pinkish hue had come back to his face.
Fern looked down at the floor, "Uh...naw, I don' think they'd like me very much." He suddenly felt self-conscious again.
"Don't worry about that!" Draco said quickly. Fern looked at him in a peculiar way and he cleared his throat, "What I mean is, they wouldn't dare give you trouble is you're with me. Please, think of it as a thank you for sticking up for me earlier." he said more eloquently.
"Oh, it's that the case then a'ight." Fern said cheerily although on the inside he felt apprehensive. As the two boys made their way towards the school carriages Fern asked, "Um...Malfoy, did I say weird things? When I was asleep, I mean."
The platinum blond stiffened a little, "No."
"Don' lie to me, yer karma is radiating with uneasiness."
"Well, you did mutter some things. You kept whimpering 'Daddy, Daddy' over and over."
Fern looked at Draco with eyes that swirled with hundreds of emotions and the aristocrat was almost afraid he would do something unpleasantly unpredictable. Whatever the hippie wanted to do was stopped when he caught sight of creatures he had never seen before.
The demigod approached a skeletal horse-like creature with bat wings and a reptilian face, "Hello, you're very beautiful. What are you?" he whinnied and snorted. Fern hoped this animal spoke something close to Unicorn and that his accent was well place. If what he just said was too highly pitched, it would mean " 'I hopped over the mountain,' flipped the pumpkin."
"Humans call my kind Thestrals. My name is Umbra," Umbra sniffed Fern and then grunted, "You do not smell completely like a human."
Fern shook his head, "M' daddy was a human, m' mom is a nymph, but that's not the point. You look very sad."
"I'm sad because my mate gave birth to a colt yesterday but he didn't survive, this is the second time this has happened." Umbra jerked his head in a shaking motion and whinnied loudly.
The strawberry blonde felt very sorry for the creature and suddenly hugged the horse-like animal's broad neck, "I know how ya feel, believe me, I do."
Umbra was taken aback by the hug, as no person has ever given him one before. He slowly warmed up to it though, Fern gave off a warm and trusting aura, "I would think so, since you can see me."
"What do you mean?"
The thestral dragged his hoof against the ground a couple times before answering, "Only people who have witness death can see my kind. That is why many humans fear us."
Fern frowned, "I don't think that's a bad thing - I mean it's sad people die n' stuff but when that results in meeting new beings that can sympathize with you, it's not all bad."
Draco grabbed the hippie teen's shoulder, "Uh, who're you talking to?" he began getting worried of Fern when he suddenly hugged thin air.
"Umbra the thestral of course, we nymphs are very keen on speaking the languages of other creatures n' thankfully, Thestral language is very similar to Unicorn language." Fern looked at Draco as if he were doing was the most obvious thing in the world.
The aristocratic teen had a glint of guilt in his eye again, "Oh." he mouthed.
"Um...Can you see them?" Fern asked, a little afraid of the answer he was going to get.
"...No." Draco turned so he couldn't look him in the eye.
"DRACO, HURRY UP, WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!" A female's voice screeched. A girl with short, jet black hair was running towards Draco and glomped the poor boy into the ground.
"Argh! Pansy, get off of me!" Draco growled and practically shoved her off.
Pansy made a pouting face until she laid eyes on Fern, she wrinkled her nose at him disapprovingly, "Oh, it's that nymph halfa Father talked about." said Pansy while taking in Fern's appearance and scowling.
The three of them entered the carriage to find Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. "About bloody time Draco and - Who's that?" he asked while looking at Fern disdainfully.
"This, is Fern Faunabelle, he's an acquaintance of mine." Draco said coolly.
Zabini raised an eyebrow, "'Faunabelle', as in Phineas Faunabelle?" he inquired.
"Yeah," Fern said, "Not a fan by any chance are ya?" he asked.
Zabini snorted, "As if. That idiot didn't know his place and he was indecisive. One minute he's singing about surrendering to the Dark Lord and the next, he's working with the ministry to put an end to him."
Fern's magical eye locked on Blaise, "You just don't understand the way he worked, he was always against the Voldemort!" he snapped.
Draco winced, "Faunabelle, hold your tongue when it comes to the Dark Lord." he corrected hastily.
Pansy sneered, "He was always on the Ministy's side, huh? Tell, me, Half-blood who's side are you on?"
Fern was silent for a few second before finally responding, "Nymphs have no interest in what humans do, and being raised mainly by nymphs, neither do I. My partnership with the Dark Lord is a matter of my interests and mine alone, the other patron guardians don't care." his tone was sharp and his accent had turned flat and cold.
"You say he's your 'acquaintance', Draco?" Crabbe said with a vicious smirk, "Mind if I borrow him sometime? I could certainly put him in the place a nymph belongs." he said.
Goyle shook his head and grinned wolfishly, "Tut-tut, Draco. Whadaya think of this, Pansy?"
Said girl had a face red with anger, "Draco! How could you cheat on me for a guy and a STINKY HIPPIE, no less!" she fumed!
Fern smiled friendlily, "Girlfriend, I'm going to ignore yer rudeness n' I'll jus' love n' tolerate the crap outta you. But while I'm lovin' n' tolerating ya, I jus' gotta say that ya need a new nose, 'cause that one obviously can't smell n' it looks stepped on too." he said in a bright tone.
Draco settled for a well concealed snicker before getting serious again, "Pansy, I'd never cheat on you. I couldn't on you even if I tried mainly because we are not in a realationship." he emphasized the last part clearly. Pansy was about to say something but a glare from Draco made her think otherwise.
"Also," he continued, "I want you to treat Faunabelle with decently, he's in alliance with the Dark Lord. We'll be seeing a lot of him lately so I trust you to get along with him."
A few mumbled 'Sure's and 'whatever's came from the surly teens and the rest of the carriage ride was silent but not too uncomfortable because Malfoy had a sort of protective look upon his face. Pansy, though, was glaring nastily at Fern through the entire trip.
"Ooh, is that the school? It's so friggin' huge!" Fern exclaimed as he looked out the window. The gigantic castle was marvelous and Fern could see a big green field with a bunch of weird hoops on tall sticks towering.
Seeing even farther, Fern could spot a lake with a giant squid happily wriggling its tentacles and a beautiful looking forest. That must be the forest Maw and Daddy first met, he thought with an weird sense of nostalgia. So this was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fern had to admit that he was impressed.
The strawberry blonde stuck his head and then his whole body out of the window, happily perching himself on the roof of the carriage, " 'Ello, Britian! Hide yer kids, hide yer wives, hide yer husbands, Fern fuckin' Faunabelle's gon' be tappin' all of yer arses!" he hollered.
The students turned to see who was making the commotion, a few girls and even some boys blushed and laughed as they continued their way into the school doors. Fern spotted Hermione walking with Harry and Ron. He yelled out and waved, "Hey, sug! I hope we take classes together!"
Hermione looked appalled at Fern's antics but had given him a small wave before disappearing into the bowels of the school. Harry and Ron, on the other hand were sniggering at Fern until they both stopped abruptly, both of them looked pale in the face.
"Faunabelle, come down from there this minute." a velvety voice said sternly.
Fern laid on the carriage upside down, making his tangled mane of hair fall down. He looked at the upside down man before his: tall, black greasy looking hair, black sinister robes, pale skin, black eyes, a large hooked nose, and a permanent scowl. Fern remembered this guy from the Death Eater meeting. Silvester Sniper or something like that.
The strawberry blonde back flipped off the carriage and grinned at the man donned in black, "Haiiiii thar, yer Professor Sniper, yeah?"
The man was not amused, "Professor Snape," he corrected, "It would have done me the utmost pleasure to take away house points from you but since you haven't been sorted yet I'll have to settle for giving you a detention." he said frostily.
Fern gaped at him, "But, like, I didn't even do anything. You can't give me a detention without a reason!" he protested.
"No, I couldn't, which is why I'm giving you a detention for misuse of school property and inappropriate language." Snape said.
Draco's friends snickered while heading for school, "Detention from Snape on your first day, this'll be a wonderful year for you, Faunabelle!" Pansy sneered.
Fern gave an over-enthusiastic smile and gave a thumbs-up, "I know right, fan-fuckin'-tastic!" his smile turned sheepish when Snape scowled at him.
"Watch your language, Mr. Faunabelle." he reprimanded, "Come with me, the Headmaster wants to see you." he sneered.
Fern followed Snape cautiously. This guy was a Death Eater and Voldemort's right hand man. He was most definitely not a happy man, he practically reeked of bad karma and it made Fern's ears flatten back against his head in fear. For all Fern knew, this could have been the same person who killed his father, the very notion of that caused Fern's heart to freeze momentarily...
CLIFF HANGER! (Yeah?) I was hoping to add some more stuff for this chappie but I'll save it for the next one. Please excuse the grammatical and spelling mistakes if there are any, the user I'm typing on currently doesn't have spelling or grammar check to I had to fix it the best I could on my own.
Oh, and I hope you noticed the slight Draco/Fern I'm beginning to think if I should make this a threesome pairing amongst Snape/ Fern/ Draco but I'll think about that later.
Please review guys and please vote which house Fern should be in :D
