A Snake's Charm

Tears, Fears, and Werewolves

by

Numanife ( Kat )

A/N I'm getting more and more popular! keep at it!

By the way, for Kimnd's review. I'd like to point out that her parents weren't there and she was a first year. Second, Draco come's off as a pretty boy, believing he's high and mighty. True, he's not blindingly beautiful but this is in Arminell's point of veiw and, come on, she doesn't hang out with the prettiest boys on the block. Third, I'm breaking off of the stereotype of crabbe and goyle. They come off as dumbasses but we dont really KNOW that they are. We don't learn THAT much about them. Well, thank you for the review, sorry if you don't like the story, and enjoy.

And for Anonymous, I got Arminell's name from looking at an online baby name book. Arminell meaning Man Of War and Alysia meaning Of Noble Kind. It had a nice flow to it when I said it, as well.

FUN FACT: Did you know that Arminell's character was actually based off Numanife? Yes, their personalities are very alike. Tough outside, rough, and likes to hang with the boys, but a true softie on the inside. She and Arminell care about their family. Numanife originally wanted to make her kind and timid. You can actually see it in the first scene, where she attempts not to laugh at Goyle because it would be rude. But after spilling her heart into the story, she became to know that kind and timid wouldn't cut it for the melodramatic pretty boy, Draco Malfoy.


I woke up in a white room filled with blurs of shapes and voices. I blinked a few times and sat up. I looked around and realized where I was. A hospital... A HOSPITAL??? I looked around and saw two more beds. On my left side was a big guy, wearing a neck brace, arm cast, and several bandages and bruises. On my right, a smaller boy with platinum blond hair, covered in bruises, a black eye, hands wrapped, and bandages. I scooted towards the smaller boy and nudged him.

"Hmm? A-Army?"" He sat up and stared at me. His eyes were enchanting. A blue gray color.

That's when it all came back to me. The fight between me and Luke.

"Draco, why are you were?"

"Luke was really mad. I spat a few insults and he was on me like a leech." I laughed a little.

"That mouth of yours will be the death of you." Flint walked in with a smirk.

"Wow! You two look terrible!" I smacked him.

"Whatever!"

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We got back to school the next day and madame pomfrey fixed us up so we didn't look so horrible.

"Alysia!" I turned around to see Ronald Weasley.

"What?" I snapped coldly. I'm a slytherin, that's what we do.

"Could I ask you something. Something about Malfoy." I crossed my arms.

"Shoot"

"Well, I was wondering if he ever talked about... the... The chamber of secrets..." I smirked.

"You think Draco's the heir?"

He nodded nervously. "Draco is the most likely suspect."

I smirked and laughed a little. "Draco is very cunning, and harsh, but do you really think HE could pull THAT off?" He looked down.

"Well"

I cut him off, "Draco wouldn't do such a thing. He's a kid, just like you and me. And if you really believe otherwise, don't go to his best friend about it. I suggest you stay away from me. Oh, and tell Hermione I said hello." I smirked and turned around, then walked down the hall to the dormitory.

When I walked in I heard Draco say, "And people actually think that HE'S the heir of Slytherin." I backed out quickly. Silencing myself, I looked down.

'Draco.... Are you....'

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of giggling girls and Marcus Flint. I ran in the other direction and headed towards Professor Dumbledor's office.

I paused in front of a picture. A picture of a girl on her death bed, surrounded by her friends. One boy stood in the corner, sobbing on his knees, curling into a ball. I began to choke on tears, bringing my hands to my head. I backed up and ran again, not sure where I was headed this time. I began to stumble and before I knew it, I was in front of the forest. A wolf howled, and a rat ran by my foot.

I stepped inside and looked around. My feet seemed to carry further and further, but I didn't question it. I kept going and going until I saw something. Stopping in my tracts, I stood in front of a seven foot tall unicorn. My breathe stopped. She lowered her head and growled a little, with a small calf behind her. Sure, they were pure creatures, but unicorns do not enjoy the demonic. And I am no angel.

I heard a werewolf howl, making me cringe as it neared. I grabbed my wand and went in front of the unicorn. The ugly beast stopped in front of me, growling lowly. Tears dripped down my face. Time began to slow down.

'Isn't this the part where people run in and save me?'

My hand shook and a shiver ran down my spine.

'Where is that person, then?'

It got down low, about to pounce.

'Please, some one, save me!'

Sweat trickled down my face, smothering me in liquid.

'Please, I'm scared, I'm sorry!'

It ran at me, using it's claws to scratch my neck, but just then, a centaur tackling it. It began to lure the creature away.

I waited until the beast was out of sight, then turned to the unicorn. I gently stroked it's muzzle and whispered, "Good-bye"

I turned around, and walked out of the forest, cringing every breathe I took. Blood trickled down my neck. I pressed my hand against it, trying to make it stop, but nothing. It kept coming. I felt myself getting light headed. I stumbled out and saw the game-keeper, Hagrid. I choked out his name for him to hear as everything began to blur. I held myself together until I noted him coming towards me, then I let myself fall to the ground, unconscious.