With Darkness There Comes Light
By: PaintedDragon
A/N: Yay! Chapter 4! I'm sooo happy I finally got a review! Woooo! Ok, onto more important things, the story.
Disclaimer: Last I checked, my name wasn't Joanna Rowling, so, HP isn't mine, but the unrecognizable characters are.
Draco awoke to a loud rapping at his door. Without waiting for an answer, the door flew open, and in stormed his ex-girlfriend and fellow Deatheater, Blaise Zabani. She was waving a piece of parchment around wildly.
"Look at this," she cried, her accent thick with excitement. Blaise was a native of Spain, and as a result, her English always had an accent. Draco sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Look at what?" he asked thickly. She shoved the parchment under his nose.
"This!" her accent grew heavier by the increasing emotion. Draco took the parchment and read it. Blaise had received a letter by the Dark Lord asking her to befriend The Weasley girl and the new girl, Yokazuma.
"It just looks like orders from our master," he said. Blaise's violet eyes flashed.
" Just orders? Draco, Mi dragón de plata, did you read the entire thing?," the Spaniard asked.
"Yeah," he replied, looking out his window. It was still dark out; What time was it, anyway?
"Then you see why this is such a big deal!" she cried, throwing out her arms to the side.
"Blaise, mon espagnol s'est levé, what time is it ?" Draco asked sweetly.
"Quarter to five, but that is-" she was cut off.
"Quarter to five? Quarter to five? You wake me up at quarter to bleeding five in the morning to complain about being betty best buddy to two girls that are going to die anyway?" he bellowed.
"But Draco, corazón dulce, they're Gryffindors!" whined Blaise, sounding uncannily like Pansy.
"So? It's not like you'll have to date Potter or one of his wanker friends," Draco mumbled, throwing off his covers.
"But they're social outcasts!" she whined again.
"Right, like you're a Social Butterfly yourself, Miss "Let's call McGonagall a poofter to her face then skip her class to write on the castle walls and have a fag"," Draco retorted.
"Shut your gob," Blaise pouted. Draco studied his ex carefully. She certainly had changed since they broke up at the end of last school year. Blaise's once neat, raven black hair cascaded messily over her shoulders. Her purple eyes, which were enhanced by eyeliner and black eye shadow, glared at him, while her red lips pouted. Her ever-tanned arms were crossed over her full bosom. The green and silver plaid Slytherin skirt was rolled high over her knees. Her white school blouse was unbuttoned at the top button, and the tails hung sloppily over her skirt, under the gray sweater vest. Her Slytherin tie was tied loosely and hung over her sweater vest. She had on the uniform black knee socks, with the Hogwarts school crest on the knee, and thick heeled platform clog shoes that had laces in the front. This was all under her black uniform robes. Draco cursed himself for letting her go.
"Blaise, it won't be that bad. The youngest Weasel doesn't seem too bad, omitting the fact that she used to follow Potter around like a puppy-dog, I actually caught her sneaking off to smoke a fag. She could easily be corrupted," Draco said sinisterly. Blaise gave him a weak smile.
"How do you know her?" she asked.
"I don't know her, my dear, I observe her, like I observe everyone else," Draco answered sweetly, smiling at her.
"Right, you just wanted to shag her," She giggled, dodging a pillow thrown at her. Draco sighed as the door closed, then got out of bed to get dressed.
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Patricia McCarthy stood in front of her mirror trying to decide on what outfit to wear. Today she was starting her new job as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Dumbledore announced her arrival last night, but she wasn't there. Instead, she had been in the infirmary, receiving a potion for her laryngitis. She hadn't gotten a good look at her new students; she wondered if this job would be any different from training dragons.
"From one extreme to the other," she muttered.
"What ever are you talking about dear?" asked her mirror.
"I'm going from training dragons in Romania, to dealing with hormonal teenage wizards," replied Patricia, checking her outfit in the mirror.
"You look nice dear, but…," her mirror trailed off.
"But what?"
"Well it's just…well you're wearing muggle clothes under your roes. Most adults just wear the full wizard robes. You look like a student yourself," her mirror stated.
Patricia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She did look like a young school girl. She was wearing a jean skirt, white blouse, and a power blue, pastel yellow, and pale pink sweater vest over the blouse. Over her outfit she wore a plain black robe. She knew that older wizards always stood by the rule of wearing only robes, but the younger generation was now wearing muggle clothes because of the easier maneuverability.
"Oh, I don't care," she muttered, grabbing her things and walking out the door to the Great Hall.
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"Ginny, you didn't wake us up!" cried Sarabella Wood. Ginny Weasley looked up at her roommates from untying her shoe.
"I was at Quidditch try outs, Harry wants an early start for this year," she answered placidly. At the word "Quidditch", Sarabella flinched. She, unlike her brother, hated Quidditch. She rather sit and gossip with her cronies. Ginny really couldn't stand any girl in her year. They were all shallow and superficial.
"Ginny, don't you think you should quit the team?" asked Tracy Boot. Ginny sneered at them.
"I'm sorry I like to stay physically fit, unlike you heifers," Ginny muttered. That got to them. Sarabella and Tracy scrambled for the tape measure while the other three critiqued themselves. "Dibs on the shower!" called Ginny, smirking. As the door shut behind her, Tracy looked at Sarabella.
"She should have been a Slytherin," she said.
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Ginny trotted down the stairs after her shower, about to go down to the Great Hall. But she saw the new girl that she met on the train sitting in a chair in the common room. Ginny liked her; she was the only girl brave enough to try out for the position of beater.
"Hey," Ginny said casually, running a hand through her sun-bleached strawberry-blonde hair. She spent a lot of time outside the past summer and as a result, her skin was even more freckled, and her hair was lightened. Ginny liked the new look, it made her seem, grown up.
"Hey," she answered back. The girl had a strange accent, a spilt between Irish, Japanese, and English. The girl had straight black hair, olive skin, black, almond shaped eyes, and freckles across her nose. She also had a very competitive natural her, and held the stamina for a beater.
"What was your name again?" Ginny asked.
"Yokazuma, Maggie, you?" Maggie asked.
"Ginny Weasley. Were you waiting for someone?" she asked. The darker haired girl shook her head and grinned.
"No, not anymore. He's taking way too long," she answered. Ginny grinned. She knew all too well how vain teenage boys were.
"You wanna go down to the Great Hall with me?" asked the red-head.
"Oh, bril!" cried Maggie, jumping up and knocking the chair back on to Sarabella Wood. Ginny and Maggie caught eyes and giggled, as they picked up the chair. Once they left the common room, they broke out into hysterical fits of giggles. Both knew they found their best friend.
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A.N.: YAY! I'm done! I wanna thank my 1 reviewer, u made my day! Any Question Concerns, or Comments can be sent to desert_faerie@hotmail.com. T/y. oh and the bit about the heifers, it was not a weight comment saying thin people are superior ( If it was, I'd be a hypocrite). It was merely pointing out how superficial these girls were. Well, in any case, e-mail me! I WANT REVIEWS!