A/N: Hmm... It's chapter 11, not 10.

Part 1 of Slytherin Pure Bloods - Shadowed Past

Chapter 11

First Night At Hogwarts

Sarah and Kerrie had been having such a good time, that they hadn't noticed everyone leaving the Great Hall. Rushing to catch up, they didn't find their house prefects. They headed back to the Great Hall. Standing outside they got worried. How were they going to find their dormitory? At that moment someone stepped out of the Great Hall. They looked surprised to see them.

Snape, his gaze raking over them, sneered, 'Shouldn't you be in bed?' His tone was a little too sharp for her liking.

'Surely they have a reason, Severus?' Dumbledore told Snape, most likely thinking of their well-being.

Thinking it best to be honest, she replied, 'We lost track of the prefects, Professor.' Snape scowled.

Snape was watching them with his black eyes, Sarah got the impression he could read minds. He didn't look entirely pleased by this statement, but...

'Follow me.'

He left Dumbledore to himself as he headed for the Slytherin Common Room. Not wanting to get lost again, they hurried after him. Sticking close to Kerrie, she followed Professor Snape. He led them down into the dungeons. They walked down many stairs; she hoped that she'd be able to remember the way.

'You're lucky I was delayed by the headmaster on my way down here,' he said silkily as they trooped after him, 'otherwise you'd have never found the common room,' he fell silent for a moment, thoughtful, 'at least not tonight, anyway.'

Finally, when they had come to a wall, which looked like stone, he turned towards them and gave a short explanation.

'Some places, like the common room, can only be opened by passwords,' turning back to the wall, Snape said, 'Serpent.' The wall opened to reveal an entrance. Snape was scowling at them as they entered.

Inside was a long, low stone room, with a fireplace carved into the stone at the back. It had many comfortable looking seats. For some reason it reminded her of home, which she thought didn't make any sense, or did it?

Everyone was sitting around waiting for the professor's arrival. Sitting down in the nearest chair, they sat quietly to listen to the professor's rules. Professor Snape was surveying them cautiously with his dark eyes.

'You will start your day,' Snape began slowly, watching them all carefully as he spoke, 'by getting up at seven-thirty,' then seeing three older girls, a blonde, a redhead and a brunette, trying not to giggle, he added dangerously, 'yes, that includes you, Miss Jezebel, Miss Hutchins and Miss Pavis. No, if, buts or maybes, you are all to get up at seven-thirty am, every day,' putting emphasis to the words, drawing them out slowly, as if trying to make it sink in.

'You are all to wear the proper clothes and act as a lady or gentleman should,' he paused, 'at all times.' He was racking them all with his gaze, silent for a few moments, before he continued. 'You will not be late for any class. You will help your housemates, when they are in danger or need of assistance,' he suddenly became stern, 'this does not mean duelling, which is prohibited, to all students.'

After he explained other rules, and went into more depth with the scheduled times, he passed to his last topic of conversation.

'Straying from the rules or allocated times, will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?' - everyone nodded - 'If you wish to look over what I have said, then you can read it off the noticeboard,'- he pointed at the said board - 'where they will always remain, if you should ever need them.'

'Any questions?' Snape asked. The boy sitting next to Sarah raised his hand.

'Yes, Mr Malfoy?'

'When are Quidditch tryouts, sir?'

Snape smirked, 'you believe yourself ready, do you?' and without waiting for an answer, he continued, 'tryouts with be posted on the board, by the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint. Speaking of tryouts, first years will not be able to apply, all other years, except fifth and above will have to have permission, by either, a prefect, the Quidditch Captain, or myself. Though my permission is only as a last resort, if the captain and prefects are busy or you are very persistent to be on the team, otherwise, don't bother me on Quidditch.'

'Any more questions?' Snape asked softly, but there were no raised hands, 'no one?' but there was only silence. He then finished off with his usual words. 'Then, this is where I leave you. If you have any questions, find one of the prefects or an older student,' his eyes lingering on them all, before departing the Slytherin common room.

'Well that was interesting.' Said Malfoy.

'Gee, he must have really cut you deep,' replied Kerrie, maliciously, causing Malfoy to throw her a nasty look.

'Come on, let's go to bed and get some sleep,' suggest Sarah, not wanting a conflict to occur. Kerrie agreed. As they left, Sarah sent Malfoy an apologetic expression, which caused him to blush a little.

Looking around, they found a prefect (which Sarah noticed was the girl that Kerrie had been talking to at the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall about Classes) and walked over to her. Kerrie explained what had happened and the girl happily helped them. She pointed to a wall to one side, where there was a corridor. She explained that was the dormitories, and that the boys were on the left and the girls on the right. She then told them that their things were already laid out for them in their rooms.

Leaving the Prefect, they went to bed. Walking down the corridor, they reached an intersection, remembering what the girl had said they turned right.

Inside was a large room, where there were beds, each bed had a trunk at the end.

As Sarah lay in bed, she was overwhelmed about merely being at Hogwarts, let alone the fact that the Sorting Hat had put her in Slytherin. She knew she would dream, she always dreamt, but since she was in a magical place, it would probably be worse, although she hoped beyond hope that it wasn't. Her eyes started to droop as her head laid back to rest into her pillow. Soon she was sound asleep as she started to dream...

She saw herself in a gloomy sort of classroom, as Kerrie was about to add some sort of quills to a bubbling cauldron that was sitting on the fire. With a sleepy look at the blackboard, she saw herself quickly stop her friend from making a terrible mistake.

The dream melted away to form the Slytherin common room, where Draco Malfoy was talking to her about something or other. They were both very interested in what the other said, as the scene melted into another dream.

Suddenly, she was in a dream where everything was dark, she knew this dream very well, because she dreamt it almost every night. Every detail, from the many trees to the darkness of the night, was the same. She saw the man again and as he always was, hiding behind a fallen tree, as he was surround by people wearing cloaks. She heard one of the people adjacent him yell something she'd never heard before, was it a spell? She saw the man manage to dodge a beam of light, which had produced from the tip of a wand. The man was suddenly scared, as he ran into a creature that reminded her of death, as it started to inhale deeply as if it was trying to kill him with it's breath. He fell to the ground, as what looked-like a floating cloak with a fragile skeleton underneath, floated away. The man was helped to his feet by some men, who looked like they'd done this sort of thing many times before, the man who had ran into the floating creature looked different somehow.

The dream melted into the next, where in a place full of big trees, she could see the full moon. In the darkness, only because of the light of the moon, she saw a wolfish creature attack a woman with long flowing blonde hair, as she screamed to her death, while a little girl's scream was heard.