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It's been a long month, very long indeed. Ever since my meeting with the king I've been training harder than ever to be at the top of my game. I hear my alarm go off beside my bed and reach over to slap the snooze button, mindful of my strength so I don't break it like the other ones. I run a hand through my messy hair and slide out from under my weighted blankets, already missing the comfort of sleep.
I stumble into my bathroom, flicking on the light switch with a wave of my hand and a mumbled spell as I step into the shower. I stand under the scalding deluge to wake myself up and quickly scrub down while absentmindedly humming. I turn off the water to leave some hot for the others and dry off will a fluffy towel, tossing it into the hamper as I pass by. I enter my closet and pull on a pair of fresh boxers while I decide on what to wear for my first day back, my first day back as Hadley Clarington.
The worst thing about being found out by the king was his insistence of me taking back my last name, or what would have been my last name. I finally decide on number one and tug on the black skinny jeans, sliding the belt through the loops with a deep sigh. I slip my shirt on over my shoulders and grab my dragonhide boots instead of the Converse, feeling like they'd make a better impact than muggle shoes. I button my shirt as I step through the door once again and over to my bed, grabbing my trunk and setting it on my bed.
I do a cursory check to make sure everything is there before sealing it with a murmured spell in Parsel. I shrink it down before putting it in my pocket and button up my shirt, donning my cloak as I head down to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of Firewhiskey from the fridge as I finally take in Rico sitting at the table, a knowing smirk on his face as he watches me down half the bottle in one go. I sit down in my spot as he slides me a plate of food and begin to eat, only looking up when Moony walks in.
"Morning Hadley," He greets happily as he pours a cup of coffee, "Are you ready to go back? I know Drake and Trey are sad to see you go, especially since you will only train during the breaks." I feel a bit of sadness creep in at the thought of not seeing my friends, but more so at not being able to keep training. If I want to be the best I need to keep training. Drake came in about the second week of August, having talked to Rico about teaching me to use Muggle weapons whereas Trey showed up about three days later claiming he could also help. Apparently living a life on the streets builds up knowledge on muggle brawling.
"I guess so, I am more ready to start implementing my plans." I reply, running a hand through my hair as I get up to place my empty plate in the sink. I pull Moony into a tight hug as I get ready to take my leave, as it's nearing time to board the train, letting go after a few minutes to do the same to Rico. I nod once to my friends before apparating on the spot, a skill that came in handy once I got my license and learned to do it properly that is. I ignore the 'squeezed-through-a-tube' feeling as I pass through to the platform and appear at the end of the train.
I ignore the large throngs of people as I brush past them, only to stop when the world's most amazing scent reaches me. A strong yet sweet smell of mint, vanilla, and rain water fills me and all I want to do is find the source of it. I push past people a little quicker but once I find the stopping point there's no one there, just an empty alcove. I swear under my breath and resolve to look into it later, climbing aboard the train to find a compartment.
I end up back at the end and in the last compartment, coincidentally the biggest one aboard. I plop back into a corner and pull out a shrunken book from my back pocket, reverting it back to its original size with a muttered ' finite incantatem''. I bring my legs up to fully lie on the bench and read, giving myself something to do on the eight hour ride. I get halfway through Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them when there's a knock on the door, the scent from earlier seeping into the compartment and making me open the door, only to see Malfoy and his gang.
"Hello Heir Malfoy, a pleasure." I state, holding out my hand as he did in our first year, hoping he accepts it.
"You as well, I'm sorry, I don't recognize you though." He replies haughtily, his eyes watching me as I subtly scent him, and then shakes my hand in greeting.
"Hadley Clarington, or as you knew me, Harry Potter." I explain, amusement distracting me as his eyes widen at the mention of both my names, new and old.
"Potter?!" He spits, backing up a bit and looking up at my forehead, presumably to find the scar that's no longer there.
"Yes, but it's Clarington now, my mother's maiden name. I'd like to apologize for my behavior in our first year, I can now see that I brought this upon myself." I correct, finally using the etiquette lessons Drake and Trey insisted on. Malfoy and his friends watch me, their gazes making my skin crawl and want to make them submit to me as they should, but I am not a wild animal and I won't act like it.
"I accept your apology Lord Clarington, I would like to extend one as well, for being a right prat these past five years." The blond replies, but there's something in his eyes that bothers me.
"Accepted Heir Malfoy, please, join me." I state, moving back to my spot to allow him and the others to join us before the door shuts. Once everyone is settled Malfoy points out the others joining us, myself only knowing two of them after all.
"You know myself and Theo obviously, but the handsome Italian is Blaise and the gorgeous Slytherin Ice Princess is Daphne." He points out, his eyes getting a bit soft at Blaise but I chose not to comment on that right now.
"Pleasure to meet you as well Lord Zabini, Lady Greengrass." I greet in turn, turning up the charm as I smile, noting the way each of them shift almost unnoticeably. I run a hand through my recently trimmed hair and turn to Malfoy, drawing my legs up to sit cross-legged so I'm comfortable.
"I assume you have basic knowledge of creatures, correct?" I inquire curiously, hoping to broach the subject of their identities as well as my own.
"Of course, all purebloods are as we most likely have creature blood in our lines." Malfoy states, his dull grey eyes watching me curiously from opposite me.
"Then you've heard of a Dracon." I state simply, allowing them to put the pieces together themselves.
"That's why you smell unfamiliar, I've never met a Dracon before as they're only royalty and I'm the only creature in over a hundred years." Daphne mutters, her pale skin and subtle scent giving away her identity.
"Yes, I am next in line to become king, not by my wishes though. It's strange that there's a Vampire, Ice Nymph, Veela, and Dracon in one space as well. I can't seem to figure out the rest of your scent Malfoy, or I should say, I don't understand how it's possible." I say lowly, my tone soft yet hard, a definite show of my control.
"It's Draco, and that's because instead of going with the stronger gene, I got a mesh of Veela from father and Ice Nymph from my mother. I'm only half of each so I'm not affected by certain things or given certain gifts." Draco explains easily, the haughty tone from earlier replaced with a cool air of flippancy. We sit in silence for a bit, Theo and I reading quietly while the others play Exploding Snap.
We reach the halfway mark of our trip with the trolley lady coming by and all of us buying some snacks for the last half of the ride. I finish my book within the hour and wish I had packed another because now I have nothing to do.
"Hadley, now that we are...allies, what happens at Hogwarts?" Blaise inquires curiously, struggling a bit with what to call our newfound truce.
"Well, I won't be going back to the Gryffindors, or the Light anytime soon. I have a feeling that things will definitely change once we're back, no doubt about that." I state cryptically, not eager to reveal my hand so soon. They accept my answer as it is, but I can tell the discussion is not closed, not by a long shot.
This half of the trek passes quicker and soon we're pulling into the train depot. We step off the train decked out in our uniforms but instead of my red and gold tie that I'd usually wear I'm just in the robes. The carriage ride is silent and so is the walk inside until Professor McGonagall stops me, a sharp glare sending the others into the Great Hall.
"Lord Clarington I assume, or should I say Lord Potter?" She accuses gently, those cat-like eyes watching my every move as if she's about to pounce.
"I'm not going to ask how you figured it out, but yes, it is Lord Clarington now." I reply smoothly, hoping she doesn't press on the subject.
"Since you technically are here for the first time you will need to be resorted, so you will be standing with the first years." She states clearly, leaving me no room to argue as she turns on her heel and strides into the Great Hall with the firsties following behind like eager puppies. I feel all eyes on me as we walk in, me being the tallest and obviously unfamiliar to most of the people in here, and I almost crack a smile. Almost.
The sorting begins after the annoying song is sung by the hat and I am soon I am being called up to the stand. As I sit down on the stool that's a bit too small on me now I hear that gravelly voice in my head.
"Ah, Lord Clarington, or should I say Lord Potter? It seems you are dye for a resort, you and many others."
"What do you mean?" I ask mentally, lowering my Occlumency shields a bit so he can see whatever he needs to see.
"The old man wanted me to falsify certain sortings, he altered the charms on me and chose my responses to certain people. You, should have been a Slytherin no matter how much you asked me. That is not how I was created to act, I was supposed to put you where you NEEDED to be." The hat explains, the pieces coming together as to why I was put in the wrong house.
" Well then, we best get on to it, place me where I need to be." I reply, ready when the hat yells out "SLYTHERIN".
I pull the hat off and hand it back to a shocked McGonagall and step down to join my new house. I walk to the very end to join Draco and the others as the sorting goes on. We get to the end of the list and McGonagall goes to put the hat away when he calls out for us to stop.
" It seems that we are in need of a resort, when you're name is called stand up. Hermione Granger, Ravenclaw. Ronald Weasley, Hufflepuff. Neville Longbottom, Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson, Hufflepuff. Luna Lovegood, Slytherin. And lastly, Parvati Patil to Ravenclaw." The hat bellows, all those who stood shocked that they were leaving all that they've known the past five years. I risk a glance at Dumbledore who looks pissed as hell, the fury in his eyes barely contained behind his half moon spectacles. I smirk softly as I turn my head to the food that appears in front of me, eating slowly as I listen to the many conversations around the hall.
I scent the air cautiously as Neville slides down the bench a little closer and smiles over at me. 'Earth Nymph, interesting.' As well as his scent I smell something like at the platform, but it's totally different. It's like old books and toothpaste, a hint of cinnamon under all of it, and it's the only one that truly stands out in here. After the feast ends we're all sent to our house, or new ones for the resorts, leaving us Snakes to head to the dungeons.
As soon as we walk in Snape is there looming over us and glaring down at the first years. We all congregate around him and I even see some of the firsties even cling to their friends, probably scared of the intimidating man cloaked in black.
"Welcome to those who are new and those who are returning, this is Slytherin house. We have one rule here, if you decide to do something stupid, do not get caught. You reflect upon not only yourself but our house as well, so I hope for your sake you do not fail. Here you will find your true allies, only if you provide a strong front. Breakfast is at nine, do not be late." He drawls, turning on his heel with a swish of his cloak and leaving us to our own.
I move away from the firsties as the Head Boy and Girl explain simpler rules, standing beside Draco as I cross my arms over my chest. He nods and motions for me to follow as he strides down the hall where there's three door on either side and one at the end of the corridor. Draco leads us to the last one on the right side and pushes the door open to reveal another corridor, bloody school. All the doors are labeled with two last names and it seems I'm with Neville, a good idea to the other boy it seems as a look of relief passes over his face.
"I'll see you in the morning Hadley, Heir Longbottom." The blond intones, smiling softly as he goes into the room opposite ours, one he apparently shares with Blaise. 'Obviously something is going on between them.' I shake away my random thoughts for now and push our door open, glad that it's nothing like the Gryffindor ones. The walls are obviously stone with two four-poster beds on either side of the room, a desk at the foot of each, a bookcase beside the door, another door opposite this one, and two loveseats on either side of that door.
"Wow, guess it pays to be a house full of rich purebloods." Neville comments softly, awe showing in his eyes as he peers around the room curiously. I nod as I claim the bed on the left and pull out my trunk, enlarging it once again with the required spell. I set it on my new bed and select the level with the dial from the outside before opening it to find my clothes, pulling out my black shorts and t-shirt. I get changed quickly as Neville chooses to change in the bathroom and set my trunk beside my bed, sliding under the covers with a tired sigh as Neville comes back out and does the same.
"Goodnight Hadley."
"Goodnight Nev."