Author's Note:

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Chapter Six

"Emily? There's a parcel here for you." I turned and looked over the back of the sofa. We were sitting in a few of the seats round the fire, telling each other what we had done during the holidays. Daphne was holding out a small box wrapped in green paper, with a letter attached to it. The tag had my name on it, written in swirly letters.

I took it from her, and opened the letter.

Dear Emily, how are you fitting in?

Oh, Merlin. It was Narcissa. We had gotten used to each other, and were now friendly. But writing to me in Hogwarts? With a Ministry official most likely opening mail? I read on.

Your father wanted to give you a gift for getting into Slytherin, but he didn't know what to get you. I suggested getting you an owl, but he didn't agree. He did like the idea of a pet, however. So, he decided to get you a cat.

I stared at the letter. How did he know I was in Slytherin? That wasn't that much of a shock, though. He knew where I was going without me telling him, or where I already was. But a pet, a cat? I'll bet Severus had something to do with it, I thought, or Bella. They both know I loved cats. Draco nudged me.

"What's wrong?" He read the letter over my shoulder. "A cat? You've always wanted one, too." I glowered at him, and he realised I hadn't read all of it.

Inside the box is a cat completely made up of darkness. Your father fashioned her, and she will only obey you. If you don't want her to attack your friends, you shall have to feed a drop of their blood to her. She is also connected to your mind, but only once you give her a name will you be able to truly become her owner. Her stuff is in the box and it is charmed so only you can open it. Have fun with her, and don't cause too much havoc. Your father sends his love, as do the rest of us.

Love, Narcissa

P.S. There is an event planned so you can see us again at the end of the year. Severus will inform you. Have a good year!

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. An event is planned so I can see them at the end of the year? Are they crazy?

Yes, a small part of my mind said. They really are. I ignored all this, and have Draco the letter. He read over it, and when he got to the end he paled more than he already was. Which, to be honest, was very pale. The others didn't notice anything, they were too busy trying to open the box. I sighed, put the letter down and shifted onto the floor. Blaise gave the box to me, with a curious look on his face. "The box won't open for anyone else, only for me." Understanding came across his face, and he scooted back. I took a deep breath, and opened the box. Black mist floated out of the box, and hovered above it. I put it down to one side, so my lap was empty. The mist started to shape itself into a cat, and it sat down on my lap. She tilted her head, and waited. I guessed she must have been waiting on a name, so I thought quickly. I found the perfect, albeit obvious, name.

"Midnight." She miaowed out loud, but in my head I heard hello. I stared at her, and tried to talk to her in my head.

Hello?

Hi. So I wasn't imagining it. I absent-mindedly petted her, while I thought about this. I was aware she could hear every thought, but it didn't bug me. This has so many advantages. She would be the ultimate best friend. She miaowed again, but hissed almost immediately. I looked around, and everyone was looking slightly scared. "What's wrong, guys?" Draco answered me.

"She could attack us. Remember, you have to give her a drop of our blood." I had forgotten already, I'd been so fascinated in this.

Do I have to like these people? I jumped slightly at her would be a while before I got used to it. I looked at her and nodded, and she mentally sighed. You better hurry, then. I got up and walked over to a desk. I opened one of the drawers, took a pin and walked back to the others. Midnight had backed up on the couch, and her back was arched. I sat down, took Draco's hand and pricked one of his fingers.

"Aargh. That hurt." I looked at him. I picked Midnight up, and moved her to his hand. She licked the drop of blood that had pooled there, and purred. Draco moved his hand so he could pet her, and she started purring in earnest. I turned to Daphne, and she cringed.

"This isn't necessary, surely?" I nodded. She cringed again and moved closer. Midnight stopped purring. Her eyes slitted and she started hissing.

Stop it.

Tell her to back off.

You're about to get blood, so no.

She stopped hissing, and looked at me. I looked at Daphne, and she nodded. I stabbed her finger and she gasped.

You'd think they'd expect it to hurt. I giggled, and Daphne tilted her head. I shook mine, and Midnight licked her finger. As soon as the blood on her finger was gone, Daphne moved back.

"I'm not that good with cats, but one made of complete darkness I'd like to be on their good side." She smiled slightly, and I realised she was terrified. I nodded at her, and she smiled wider. I turned to Blaise, and he took the pin from me. He jabbed his finger and held it out to Midnight. She licked at it, and he moved to beside Daphne.

They must go out. Huh.

Don't sound so shocked, it does happen. I smirked, and Draco looked at me. "It's nothing." He moved beside me and started petting Midnight. She climbed out of my lap, and stumbled into Draco's.

I like this guy. He's hot.

I completely agree.

"What are you two talking about? I can see the concentration in your eyes. You look... Distracted, almost. Not quite, though." I cast my eyes about, trying to find a substitute topic.

"Erm... Nothing. Just... Stuff." Oh great. Stuff. I really said it. Draco lifted his eyebrows in doubt. He didn't believe me. "It's just random conversations. It is kinda weird having a kitten in my head." He nodded, but he still didn't believe me.

Well, when you do the shifty-eye thing, it kinda gives it away.

You be quiet. I don't want him to know that I love him. Because he doesn't love me.

You might be wro-

No. Don't. I've already done the whole maybe I'm wrong, and it didn't work. So just... No.

"Hey, guys!" I turned around, my thoughts scattered. They became even more disjointed at the sight of the boy in front of me. He was hot. Almost hotter than Draco. Almost. But still extremely hot. Long shaggy black hair, and the greenest eyes. Tall, lean body. Colourful clothes for a Slytherin: Monster t-shirt, green skinnies and blue hightops. Gorgeous.

"Oh, hey. You're Emily, the new girl, right?" Oh my God, he spoke to me. I blushed slightly, and nodded. He grinned. "Well, I'm Sam Curtis, I'm in your year?" I nodded again, still unable to speak. "Anyway, guys, there's another party this year. You wanna go?" Everyone perked up at this, including me. I didn't know this guy, but a party? I was in.

"Sure." Everyone looked at me in shock. I was barely new, and I was agreeing to a party? I was an oddity, but I didn't mind. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely going." Sam smiled at me and I smiled back, glad to be in control of myself again. Draco recovered and nodded to Sam. Daphne and Blaise agreed, too.

"Okay but it starts in an hour so you might have to hurry." The guys looked fine, whereas us girls... We were panicking. An hour to get ready? Wasn't happening.

"Daphne come one, we have to hurry." I already had a perfect outfit in mind. I picked out Midnight, and ran up the stairs with Daphne right behind me. We burst into the dorm, and Pansy squealed. She was sitting on my bed, with my stuff out around her. Midnight struggled in my arms and I let her go. She flew to my bed, and hissed like the world was ending.

"PANSY! What the hell are you doing?" Pansy fidgeted, looking guilty. I simply walked up to her, and slapped her as hard as I could.

How DARE she go through my stuff.

Our stuff, darling.

I do apologize.

"What the hell? You can't just slap me!" I smirked at her.

"Apparently, I can. I just did, and I'll do it again." I raised my hand and Pansy flew off my bed. "Did I pass your little exam, Parkinson? Well? DID I?" I stalked towards her, and she started screaming.

"DAPHNE! Stop her! Please!" I turned to look at Daphne. She looked livid and shook her head. I smiled and turned back to Pansy. All of a sudden, the door flew open.

"What the hell is - What are you doing?" It was a girl called Millicent Bulstrode, and she was Pansy's best friend. "What the fuck are you doing to her?" She looked pissed. Millicent walked over to me and knocked my hand down. She shoved past to Pansy. "Are you okay, Pansy?" Pansy just whimpered, looking like... Well, like a pansy.

I started laughing. "You honestly need Millie here to fight your battles? You're such a wimp!"

Can I attack her?Pleasepleaseplease. Midnight was in a frenzy.

Feel free. Midnight leaped across the room and scratched at Pansy's face. Pansy screamed louder than ever. "Don't. Ever. Go. Through. My. Stuff. Again. Or you might find your own at the bottom of the lake. Got it?" Every word I spoke, Midnight scratched her. Stop, she needs to answer. Pansy whimpered, and nodded. "Good. Leave." Pansy ran from the room, tears running down her face. I felt no sympathy however. Millicent threw me a dirty look and went after her. I turned to Daphne.

"I can't believe Pansy would be such a bitch! Honestly, you done good. I wouldn't have put up with it either, even if I was the new girl." I was worried at what she would think of me being so cold, but it seemed that the way I acted wasn't out of the ordinary. "Oh, well. Let's not let it ruin our night." I nodded, agreeing. "Shall we get ready?" I nodded again. Little did I know, this night would change everything.