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"You know you can go right?" Astoria told Fy as the two made their way up the steps towards the Headmistress' office.
Fy shook his head. "I can't. I was told to go with you."
"Do you really think anyone is gona find out? Just go, Fy."
"But I was told to do something. I can't just back out and lie."
Astoria let out a humorless laugh. "You're a Slytherin. You're supposed to look out for yourself. I know if it was you who got in trouble, I'd be running back to the common room."
Fy shrugged. "I told you I wasn't supposed to be in Slytherin."
Astoria rolled her eyes to the heavens and stopped in front of the large stone gargoyle and looked down at the tiny slip of paper that had the password..
"Oh if this isn't the most obvious in the world," she muttered softly before looking up from the slip. "Hogwarts."
At once the stone gargoyle leaped aside and Fy and Astoria shared a look of fright before going up the descending staircase.
"I bet we're the youngest students to be seen by the head mistress, and on the second day too. That's gotta be a record." Fy said, both in fear and in awe.
"Nope," Astoria corrected him smugly. "My mum told me my dad blew up three train compartments on the express before the start of his first year, and he was seen before the sorting even began."
"Why?"
"Because they were there. He was seen a lot by the head master his years here, with my mom as his accomplice most of the time, actually."
"Wow," muttered Fy, clearly impressed. "I wish my dad had done something cool like that when he went to school!"
"Well maybe he did but just never told you. What house was your dad in?"
A hot blush filled his face, as he muttered something unintelligible, kicking himself for mentioning his muggle father in front of his only friend so far.
Astoria was about to ask him if he could repeat his answer when they were in front of the door.
They shared a look of terror before Astoria raised her hand to knock on the large double doors.
"Come in," a female voice barked rather sharply, and Fy let out a small whimper of fear.
Astoria took a deep breath, straightened out and walked in as brave and as bold as an eleven year old girl could manage.
They only allowed themselves a quick glance around the office, dawned in awards and certificates. The walls were a red and green plaid pattern, and strange and complicated charts hung everywhere, mixed in with what looked like thousands of photos, and with a start, Astoria realized that it was every student Hogwarts had ever produced.
But the large and decorative office had not hold their attention for long, as Mcgonnigall cascaded down the inner steps and Fy suddenly felt that he was in the presence of an Army Drill Sargent.
"Sit," she ordered, and the two Slytherins all but ran to the two rather stiff wooden chairs in front of the large desk, and Astoria had to scream at herself for being ordered around by this woman who her mother despised both on feeling and principle.
Mcgonnigall neither sat, nor did she look like she planned to anytime soon, a large paper clutched firmly in her grasp.
"Who are you?" she barked at Fy, who sank down several inches in his seat.
"Fy- Fyro O'HIGGINS. Bu- but everyone ca- calls me Fy."
Mcgonnigall surveyed him through her spectacles, and he sank down lower. "And what part did you take in all this?"
"Noth- nothing. I wa- was just told t- to bring Ast- Astoria here and make sure sh- she got here."
"I see. Well thank you, Mr. O'Higgins. You can go now."
Fy shared a look with Astoria, and he turned back to McGonnigall, "I'd rather stay with her, actually," he said, his voice no longer sounding like a squeak. "If you don't mind, Head mistress," he added in a hurry, seeing her glare down at him, and even Astoria had to admit how he had guts.
"How noble, Mr. O'Higgins. However If you stay, you receive the same punishment as Miss. Lestrange here, and I assure you as an innocent party in this, you do not want to be subjected to that."
Fy and Astoria shared a look once more, and with a jerk of a head and a soft smile from Astoria, Fy turned back to McGonnigall.
"I'd rather wait with her," he said, his voice surprisingly strong.
"Fine. But one word, O'Higgins, and I will punish you twice as hard."
She turned to Astoria, who was looking at Fy with both admiration and thanks.
"So," McGonnigall snapped, and Astoria turned towards her, her dark eyes narrowed.
"So," she shot back, a smug smile on her lips, despite the fact she was frightened.
McGonnigall glared at her, but Astoria forced herself to remain ridged in her seat, to not show her fear.
"Well, Miss. Lestrange, I will not argue that when you arrived at Hogwarts, you looked exceedingly like your mother. However, I had hoped that her suffering was enough to teach you not to take the same stupid path she did."
"There was nothing wrong with my mothers path in life!" she growled, "except that she had the mis fortunes of dealing with traitors like you who did just as worse things, but it was masked by your name, so everyone thought it was perfectly fine instead of cruel. Like, say, I don't know. Kidnaping a child not even five minutes old and raising it to fit your own selfish needs."
Fy looked at Astoria in confusion before turning to McGonnigall, whose face seemed to have broken out a light blush.
"We are not her to discuss things that have happened more then twenty years ago. We are here to discuss the events of today in third period Herboligy."
The two glared at one another, and as much as Astoria hated to admit, she knew Mcgonnigall's glare worked a thousand times better then Astorias ever could.
"Is it true, Miss. Lestrange, that you not only came in late, but you also threatened, insulted, used foul language, and then tried to curse Professor Longbottom?"
"I was three seconds late with other students coming in late as well and he made no mention of either of them, he called my mother a cold blooded murdering whore, and then was about to curse me. And what threat? I told him that I would be seeing him again. Nothing threatening about that."
"Did you or did you not ridicule his parents?"
"I merely asked about how his parents were doing. After all, I'm sure you know my mom and his parents have somewhat of a history together."
McGonnigall sighed and rubbed her temple with two fingers while Astoria looked on.
"Despite what 'history' your mother has with Processor Longbottom's parents, you are not to bring them up again, and if you do, I will have you expelled, do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal," Astoria said dryly.
"As for your punishment, in addition to the two detentions that Professor Longbottom has given you, you will have detention every Friday and Saturday night this month."
"That's not fair!" she cried, but the stern look shut her up at once, and Fy had to bite his own tongue to keep from protesting.
"Also, another twenty points from Slytherin."
"This so isn't fair," she grumbled, angered by the tears that threatened to fall. "Because of who my mother is, I'm gonna get treated like crap the rest of my time here."
"No, Miss. Lestrange, that's not why I'm punishing you. I don't know what Bellatrix told you, but I am a very fair person, and I intend to treat you just as well or punish you just as harsh as any other student in this school."
She scoffed in disbelief. "Please. If I was to fly around the castle my first time on a broom stick, would you let me become seeker for our house team? Or if I crashed into the whomping willow with a flying car, would I be allowed to stay in school?"
"You've been listening to Draco Malfoy, haven't you?" McGonnigall said coldly.
Astoria smiled smugly, and McGonnigall sighed.
"Well never the less, I assure you as much as your mother and I... don't got along, I will not judge you because of her."
"Sure you won't," she grumbled standing up from the chair. "Can I go now?"
McGonnigall motioned to the door and followed the two Slytherins out of the room, not another word passing between them.
"Is there any way I can get out of Herboligy?" Astoria asked as the three stood in the doorway, her cold voice gone and replaced by one of pleading.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Lestrange, but it's mandatory you take that class your first two years. Then in your third year, you can choose whether or not you take it. However, you have to pass it both years in order to get out of it in your third year."
"You can't make an exception? He hates me, Processor," she whined. "There's no way I'll be able to pass his class."
'I'm sure Professor Longbottom is just as eager to get you out of his class as he is."
"Oh thanks," she said dryly. "Way to encourage a student to try."
"Would you rather have me lie?"
Astoria sighed and threw her hands up in frustration."Fine. I gotta go."
Mcgonnigall motioned her out of the room an Astoria all but slammed the door shut behind her.
"That's so not fair! A month of detention for something you didn't even do!" Fy protested. Astoria shrugged in indifference.
"She said she's being fair." She scoffed, showing her disbelief. "That she would treat any other student the same way. But I know that's bull. Remember in Defense Against The Dark Arts, when that stupid little mud blood started being an ass to my mom? Well that's for a reason."
"Why? I mean I read in modern history that she killed You Know Who. So why would Muggle borns hate her? I mean you said she did it on purpose, so shouldn't she be a hero?"
Astoria scoffed, looking at him in disbelief.
"I'm surprised your parents didn't tell you about her. My mother was The Dark Lords greatest follower. She was his right hand woman and second in command. She was willing to kill, torture, and be killed in order to give her children lives in a perfect world, with no muggles, mud bloods, half bloods, or blood traitors."
Fy stood silent for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. "She.. she was a murderer?"
"More then that," Astoria proclaimed proudly. "You wanna really know why Professor Longbottom hates me? Like a month after the Harry Potter incident, she went after his parents and tortured them into complete madness. They are completely gone, like they don't even recognize him anymore. Of course if she had just killed the stupid bastard, she would never have gotten caught because they extracted his memories and that's what they used as evidence against her. "
Fy swallowed a scream of fear and instead just nodded. "Oh... I see."
Astoria looked at him in confusion. "You okay, Fy? You look like you're gonna be sick."
He shook his head, and managed to place a rather large, fake smile on his face.
"I'm fine. Just um, just wishing my mom ever did something that.. cool."
Astoria offered him a small smile and began making her way down the steps, Fy looking after her in shock. Maybe he would let it slip he was a half blood after all. Because if she was anything like what she told him her mother was like, then maybe avoiding her was the best bet. And what scared him the most, was that she seemed proud of her mothers deeds. If his mother ever told him he tortured a couple to the point of complete insanity on purpose and then felt proud of it... he's not sure what he would do, but he certainly wouldn't brag about it to friends.
He shook his head and followed her down the steps, staying a few feet away from her.
They got to the potions room, and they were the first ones there.
"We got a while to wait," Astoria said as she slid down the wall, Fy sliding down on the opposite side. "Everyone's still at their third class but I am not going back there," she snapped.
"Is he gonna count us absent?" Fy asked, concern on the edge of his voice.
"I'll just tell him that the meeting with Professor McGonnigall took longer then we both thought, and she had you stay with us."
"Thanks."
Astoria gave him another smile, and he suddenly, his face filled with a deep blush, and he had to turn away from her, but luckily she turned to look at the large wooden doorway on the right of her.
"So," Fy asked after a few minutes of silence. "What did you mean in there. About the whole kidnaping thing."
Astoria looked down at the ground and shrugged.
"It's nothing. Just something that happened to my mum a long time ago."
Fy could sense her discomfort, so he quickly racked his mind for another subject.
"So... are you excited about this class?"
"Hell yes!" she said, and Fy was glad to see the smile return to her face. "I heard from my cousin Draco that Professor Snape favors his own class, like massively, and he hates Gryffindor. How much cooler of a guy can you get? Plus he was a death eater."
Fy narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he turned back to her. "Death Eater?"
"One of the Dark Lords followers. He was way up there, but not as important as my mother, or my father."
"Your father was a death eater too?" he asked, trying not to appear too surprised.
Astoria nodded. "Yeah and his brother was too, and my grandfather was one of his first followers, and my uncle was as well, and my cousin was in it too."
"Wow," he breathed. "So your whole family believes in the whole Pure Blood supremacy thing, pretty much?"
"Yeah. I mean we got a few bad apples in the batch, but doesn't every family? I mean I'm sure your family has it's share of squibs and traitors."
Fy nodded, having to remind himself that she did not know him as the son of a muggle born witch and a muggle father, but as a pure blood with a very heavy blood influence.
"I'm surprised you don't know this. It's common knowledge that the Blacks were major supporters."
"I'm from Ireland," he said, once again thanking the stars he wasn't from England like she was and wasn't expected to know this.
Astoria opened her mouth to surly ask more questions, but the bell rang.
They both stood up, and soon the fifth year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students began to shuffle out of the room.
They waited about a minute more, to be sure Professor Snape knew they didn't duck out of Herboligy early, before they went in the room.
They looked around a bit, not seeing professor Snape anywhere in the room.
The two slytherins both took seats in the front of the room, sharing the same table.
Fy began to get his things out not paying particular attention to anything, but as his arm brushed up against hers, the heavy blush appeared once more, and he moved his chair to the furthest edge of the table as he could, a small sweat breaking out that had nothing to do with the heat from the room.
Pretty soon, other students began filing in, and it was clear that the two groups wanted nothing to do with one another, as the Slytherins sat on one side, Gryffindor on the other, and only a few either very brave or very ill informed students from both houses sat on the 'wrong' side of the room.
After a while, another Slytherin walked in the room.
Slightly taller then Fy, he seemed to almost strut into the room. Sporting spiked hair a few shades darker then Astorias, and deep black eyes like Fy had seen in the poster of Astorias mother in Defense against the Dark Arts.
He had a frayed brown bag with different patches and sayings he had wrote himself all over it. The boys whole image seemed to scream coolness, from his spiked hair to his boots. Fy had a hard time thinking this boy was merely eleven.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked Astoria, smiling down at her.
She looked up at him, and the same blush that Fy had minutes ago was now on her face. All she could do was shake her head. Fy hated him with a passion already.
"Cool," the boy said sitting down next to them.
"Are you sure you're in the right class?" Fy asked, a little more snippy then intended.
"This is Slytherin first year potions, right?" he asked, and Fy glowered at him, hating that even as the boy looked anxious, his image had not been disrupted in anyway.
"Yeah, but how come I haven't seen you in any of our classes yet?"
"I slept in. Do you got a problem with that, boyle?" the boy asked, looking Fy over, smirking.
Beside him, Astoria let out a tiny giggle, and the boys smirk grew.
"It's Fyro, actually," he told him, trying his hardest to get rid of his strong accent.
"Whatever," the boy muttered before turning to Astoria, looking at her in slight confusion.
"Do I know you somewhere?" he asked, and Astoria shook her head, a far away and dreamy look on her face.
He looked at her a moment longer before he nodded. "Yes I have. Well, not you, but I've seen your mother or your aunt or someone in the history books. Bellatrix Lestrange?"
"She's my mother. I'm Astoria Lestrange," she told him, carefully looking over her face, trying to read his reaction, tracing her fingers of the carvings in the desk.
"Wow," he exclaimed, both excitement and admiration in his eyes. "You must be so lucky! To have a mother who was so high up on The Dark Lords ladder. I mean, she was like, second in command!"
A large smile broke out on her face, and Fys face fell even more.
"My parents never joined him," he said disgusted, rolling his eyes to the heavens. "They supported him, but they were too much of cowards to do anything."
"So you're pure blood?" she asked, scooting somewhat closer to him.
"Of course! I mean, would I be in this house if I wasn't?"
"You'd be surprised," she muttered, looking over at Anthony Peters, the boy who had insulted her and her mother in Defense Against The Dark Arts class.
He looked over to where she was pointing, and narrowed his eyes at the boy.
"I hate blood traitors,": he grumbled turning back to Astoria. "I mean, it's one thing to be born filth, but to turn into it... It's disgusting."
"I know!" Astoria agreed. "I mean most of my family believes in what the Dark Lord preached, but we had a few stragglers who ruined it for the rest of the family, you know?"
He nodded in understanding. "I know exactly what you mean. By the way I'm Thomas Saunders."
He let out another smile, and Fy turned to the front of the room, now suddenly very interested in making sure his cauldron was set up correctly.
The bell finally rang, and before the loud shrill ended, Snape slammed the door open and walked hastily to the head of the class.
"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class," he said coldly, and just as with Professor McGonnigall, Fy felt a sudden need to sit as straight as he could, and his heart began pounding against his chest.
Snape took role, and when he got to Astorias name, he paused, looking over the girl.
"Yes?" she asked, already not liking the new professor.
"How is your mother doing, Lestrange?" he asked, and Astoria narrowed her eyes in confusion.
"Why?"
"Simply wondering," he said, giving her a rather cold smirk before he turned back to the paper and read off the names.
By the end of the class, Fy decided that Astoria was right, that Snape did show the special treatment towards them. But then decided that if it helped him out in this class, and seeing how he nearly melted his cauldron bottom if Astoria hadn't of caught it and turned off the fire under it which Snape seemed to somehow miss, then he wouldn't really mind it.
The bell rang over head, and they made a move to leave, but Snape held out one hand. "I have not dismissed you yet," he said coldly, and they took their seats once more.
"Read chapter one in beginners potions, and summerize it, due tomorrow. Now you may go."
Fy took his books and stuffed them in his bag before turning back to his cauldron and tried to figure out how on earth you collapsed it.
"Come on, Tory," Thomas said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"It's Astoria," she told him, but unlike the cold tone she had used with Fy earlier in the morning when he called her that, her voice was sweet and apologetic, as if she was sorry she didn't like that particular nick name.
"Well come on, or else all the good seats will be taken," he said once more, and Fy hurried to try to get his cauldron stand to collapse, becoming frustrated every passing second.
Astoria looked between Thomas who was now tapping his foot rather impatiently, and Fy who struggled even more with the cauldron stand.
"I'm gonna wait for Fy," she told him, and Fy's heart gave a bound.
Thomas rolled his eyes as he walked away from the two of them.
"See ya, Tory," he called over his shoulder.
"It's Astor-" but he had already left the dungeon.
"Thanks," Fy told her as he wondered if it would just be easier to carry the stand full size.
"Here," she giggled, and with one quick motion, she managed to get the stand to collapse in the thin metal circle it was supposed to be.
"How on earth did you do that?" he asked in amazement.
"See that tiny little lever on the side? You just press that down."
"Oh," he muttered in embarrassment as he put the things in his bag. "Thanks."
The two walked out of the room, while Astoria sighed happily and a dreamy look appeared on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asked as they walked up the steps.
"I think I'm in love," she sighed once more, and Fys heart pounded against his chest.
"Really?" he asked, as casual as he could get his voice. "With who?"
"Thomas."
Fy felt another surging hatrid for the boy who had sat beside them in potions.
"You- you're only eleven, Astoria."
"So? I'm very mature for my age."
Fys face fell once more as the two friends walked to the great hall.
"Hey, I wanna say thanks for having my back there with McGonnigall," she said, smiling at Fy.
Fy shrugged in indifference, holding the huge doors leading to the Great Hall open for her.
"It's nothing," he told himself, looking over at her, "it's a crush. She'll be over it in a day or two."
They made their way to their table, where Thomas had saved Astoria a seat, and Fy groaned when he realized that Thomas had picked a seat where ther was not one other opening anywhere near them.
They made their way over to him, and Thomas once again flashed his smile at her, and Fy could see her sigh happily once more.
"Saved you a seat," he said, moving his bag from the empty chair.
Astoria was about to take the seat, before she looked at Fy.
"Oh," she muttered, looking between Thomas and Fy, and then at the surrounding chairs.
"He can go sit somewhere else," Thomas said, smiling up at her once more.
That was all it took. She sat down beside him, and Fys shoulder dropped.
"I'm sorry, Fy," she told him, a clearly apologetic look on her face.
He shrugged, trying to show that this did not bother him.
"It's cool," trying to portray that casual coolness that Thomas seemed to have oozing out of every surface of him, and failing miserably.
Fy walked away, once again trying to mimick Thomas walk, and once again, failing miserably and made people stare and wonder what jinx he was under.
He sat down a few feet away from them and picked up his fork, stabbing at his roast beef and potatoes.
He glanced over at them, and his heart fell even more when he saw Astoria laughing at something Thomas had just said.
"They look perfect together," he thought bitterly.
Each with pale skin and dark features, a sort of rebellion laid with each of them, both clearly wealthy, and nearly flawless faces.
"And both pure bloods," he added with a sigh, looking down at the table, no longer feeling hungry, wishing now more then anything he never worked up the courage to talk to her.
I wrote it and even I feel bad for little Fyro. Please review.
