Chapter Fourteen
"Master," the voice of Bartemius Crouch Junior cut the stillness of the silence that pervaded the room. In front of him, the small form of Lord Voldemort lay in swaddling clothes no smaller than a baby. Coruch smiled as he observed the Dark Lord's temporary form, even this small the Dark Lord can still imitate the aura of fear that he always possessed to everyone in the vicinity.
"My loyal servant. I assume that your mission to subdue Alastor Moody have gone successful yes?" said Lord Voldemort in what was supposed to be a sweet tone but ended with a hiss.
"Yes my lord. Even though Pettigrew was hit by a rather serious cutting hex, we managed to lock the Auror in his own trunk. I've left Wormtail to suffer and bleed out downstairs. That would teach that useless rat not to be clumsy next time, he nearly ruined the operation when his noise alerted Moody," scowled Crouch. "Either way Master,all is now ready for my infiltration at Hogwarts and the downfall of that Potter Boy and the Mudblood lover Albus Dumbledore,"
"Good,good," hissed Lord Voldemort in satisfaction. "Well done my servant. However how goes your investigation of that fallen star that landed a few days ago?"
"Fruitless my lord," answered Crouch warily. Long and bitter experience in the last war had taught him that the Dark lord have the tendency to Crucio anyone who brought him bad news. Failed missions on the other hand tended for him to kill the Death Eater assigned as an example to others.
"I've scouted the entire area my lord. All I found was a pack of werewolves dead along with several Vampires of the House De Fabille and a number of different Aurors, potion makers and mercenaries milling around the sight,"
"So somebody got the star before we did," Voldemort said thinking thoughtfully. Crouch was surprised he isn't tortured at all. "Such a shame, but keep an eye for any news of it Barty, I cannot begin to explain to you how great it would help in my rebirth,"
"Of course my lord,"
"Anything else you want to tell me?"
"There is another matter my lord," said Crouch. He isn't at all comfortable on making this request to the Dark Lord. All knew the Dark Lord's contempt at part humans.
"Well, what is it?" hissed the small figure.
"During my scouting of the star crater, I have managed to capture one French Veela and have brought her here. I want to ask if you could at least give me a day to have fun with her before I go to Hogwarts,"
Crouch sweated when the Dark Lord is silent for a while and was nearly sure he would be Crucioed for his request when the Dark Lord laughed suddenly surprising Crouch and at the same time, sent his hairs on the neck rising.
"You my loyal servant need not ask my permission. You are the one I trusted most of all after all. Go and have your fun, but be sure to dispose of the body afterwards. Feed her to Nagini afterwards. She's always hungry,"
"Thank you my lord," bowed Barty. "Now may I take your leave,"
"Have fun," waved Voldemort off with a chuckle like stones grating,
Leaving the presence of Voldemort, Barty went upstairs quickly ignoring the wounded, crying form of Wormtail in the couch and went straight to the spare bedroom to where he deposited his prisoner. Turning the knob, he grinned seeing the red-haired Veela's eyes turn to him in fear. She is bound with iron cords on both wrists and blood is seeping on some parts of her skin.
"Well let's get started to it shall we?" he sneered as he approached her loosening his belt.
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Green eyes opened as he stretched himself out after years of sleeping. He felt bored after all these time, moving his limbs to kill the cramps he idly checked the long claws that he had. For a creature as majestic as his kind, its only proper that he took care of his hygiene. Being very few of them left after all, they must both be feared and beautiful. Flapping his wings twice for better moving, he sniffed the air with his nose taking in the surroundings which he have cultivated fourteen years ago. He can't help but make a low chuckle as he smelled the ever present growth of life. His container have improved well after all and the gift that he had given despite grudgingly all those years ago are well spent.
Pushing his massive bulk off the rocky ground of the cave he slept, he opened his wings again in the air taking in the pleasure of being awake. Creatures such as he are animals who love freedom most of all, it is the only thing that separated them from the mindless beasts that they hunt.
As he was flying flying in the air, he can't help but notice another set of odors though. First is the smell of fate. Now that peaked his curiosity, it had been centuries since a prophecy was coming through and judging by the smell of this one, it would be a big one. Here in the realm of dreams and spirits between Life and Death, he had the ability to see and smell things clearly. Second is the rotten smell of a broken soul stained by Dark Magic. If not for the fact that he haven't eaten yet, he would have vomitted on the spot. He can't put his talon on that one yet but he knew that it is something old and possibly ancient magic. Third amused him the most. The smell emanating is faint and he guessed that his "partner" might have not spent enough time with whoever it is.
Landing on a small cliff facing the ocean, he put his scaly head on his front paws and took a small nap as he contemplated the smells he identified. He had slept for a long time after all and that would make anyone a little lazy, even powerful creatures such as him. Dozing slightly, he reviewed what odors he learned today. The Prophecy, the Soul and lastly the pheromones of a very hot tempered but sad bird.
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Fleur opened her eyes groaning softly as she stashed her annoying alarm clock below the covers of her bed. Feeling groggy from her nap, she would have taken another extra five minutes sleeping if not for the alien sounds that is coming from her table.
"Heave, come on men! Put your backs into it," yelled a diminutive male voice.
Pushing herself up with her elbow, Fleur was greeted with the sight of her new miniature friends working on stone and tiny beams of wood on the land that Fleur and his family created for them so that they could have a place to stay while here in Beaxubaxtons. It was not very large, in fact it was only as wide as a family pizza box, but Aela have agreed that it was enough. She can't believe that these kind of people came from soil at all. They are incredibly life-like. The ones pile of soil and grass haphazardly put in by Fleur and Gabrielle are now being cultivated by them and Fleur could see the beginnings of a road and a small village.
"Good morning Fleur, have a nice nap?" asked Aela surprising Fleur who is too awestrucked watching her "birthday gifts" labor around.
"Yes my lady," answered Fleur looking at the small figure of Aela who is sitting near a small river with a fishing pole in her hand.
"Now, now that won't do at all Fleur. How many times have I told you not to call me my lady?" said Aela testily.
"But Aela, you're a noble,"
"But that doesn't mean I enjoyed people calling me my lady all the time," frowned the small woman. "Look at Tyrael, he is a knight but he never seemed to tire flirting twenty-four seven at me despite my rank,"
Both women giggled at her answer. Fleur had learned from the other females from the small community that the major gossip was about Aela and Tyrael. The lovesick knight have been smitten by the beautiful noble ever since they are created and Aela doesn't seem to mind that Tyrael showered her with gifts and odes of love and ballads.
"You're not just leading him on are you?" asked Fleur in a soft voice in order to avoid letting the other miniatures hear their discussion.
"No I'm not Fleur," answered Aela with a smile, her tone growing gentler at her answer. "Tyrael's not bad but let's just say, where's the fun if I answered him here and now? I won't be called a woman if I just fell for him right away,"
"I suppose," said Fleur a little bit unsurely. Despite her beauty, Fleur have next to zero experience when it comes to her love-life. Sure she had a lot of suitors but those are mostly dure to the attraction caused by her allure. No one else other than her father and Nathaniel have complete resistance to her Veela heritage.
"Speaking of Nathaniel, I wonder how he is today?" she thought dreamily remembering the handsome "elf" she is pining after. She was surprised then when Aela touched her pinky finger sitting on their "land" laughing softly.
"Ah-ah girl you're in love," she teased making the Veela turn red.
"No I'm not!" replied Fleur hastily earning her laughter from the other inhabitants.
"Oh come on Fleur," shouted Tyrael from another side of the box near the workers. "You can't deny that you are head over heels over our maker. Especially not after that loud words your are moaning while you're asleep,"
If it is possible, Fleur even turned redder than before at Tyrael's words. She can't deny that she's having a not so innocent dream last night when she's asleep. Veela after all are creatures of love and worse, passion. When they have fallen for somebody, they can't help but have dreams of being intimate with their said persons.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Fleur denied trying to maintain her voice steady and true.
"Oh really?" said Tyrael slyly making Fleur wonder if it's just better to smash the miniature to paste to save her the trouble.
"Cause I remember the words you said last night mind you?" said Tyrael in a dreamy voice that made Fleur ashamed of herself. "What are those? Oh yes I remember. I guess it was like this," he began to imitate Fleur's sound badly that everyone laughed and Fleur transformed tomato red as Tyrael began to make moaning sounds that Fleur was sure she had dreamed about.
Trying to save whatever dignity she have left, Fleur bid Aela a hasty goodbye before running to her private bathroom trying to block out the sounds of laughter that came from the others as Tyrael began making her begging sounds more pronounced. Locking the door of her bath, the Veela slid to the ground taking control of her thoughts.
"Do I love Nathaniel?" Fleur asked herself. "I've more than thrown myself over him and he never yet took advantage of me,"
"Are you sure it's not just a friend you're looking for," another voice in her head asked.
"I don't know. He's my friend but I want it to be something more,"
"You're engaged you dumb bird, and so is he. Are you really wishing to risk loing your magic for a boy?"
"Yes, No, I don't know,"
Finished arguing with herself, Fleur sighed sadly pulling her nightgown over her head and approached the shower turning it on. A few seconds later, Fleur can't help but cry over the unfairness of it all. She had fallen for him already, that was a fact she can't deny.
"Maman was right after all," Fleur thought to herself as she remembered one of her mother's lectures about Veela. "A Veela without love is like a fish out of water and can't survive long,"
Turning the water to its hottest temperature, Fleur kneeled on the floor mourning silently the fact that she can't be with the one she had fallen for and doubting very much that he would even consider loving a Veela like herself. So engrossed Fleur was on her sorrow that she never noticed the two figures watching her hand by hand hiding in the glass that held her toothbrush.
"This is so unfair for her," whispered Tyrael.
"I know," answered Aela sadly squeezing Tyrael's hand tighter as she watched their new charge cry.
"Should we tell her?"
"No, not until our Master tells her first," said Aela sternly.
"She has a right to know you know," pointed out Tyrael.
"No one else has," agreed Aela. "But it's not our decision to make. It is theirs. What kind of friends are we when we butted in on something that is not related to us?"
"What should we do?"
"Nothing for now," answered Aela before smirking at her lover. "But as for you, you better turn around before that naked Veela turn around for that would make me extremely jealous,"
"Oh, yes, right madame, I mean my lady,"
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Through the gates, flanked with statues of knights and animals the sweeping carriages trundled, in what was dangerously a gale wa transforming into a full blown out storm. Leaning against the window of the carriage they are seated at, Nathaniel can't help but admire the castle of Hogwarts coming nearer, its great towers and parapets adorned by many lights being obscured by the rain. He had heard many stories from Dumbledore about this school, all of them good and was quite excited on seeing it.
"It's so massive," whispered Yvaine in awe in front of him beside Harry who is sporting an amused look at her and him at their expressions.
"Believe it or not my first impressions at Hogwarts are the same as yours and her's," said Harry when he caught Nathaniel looking at him.
"I pity those first years though," said Neville beside Nathaniel. "I wouldn't fancy sailing on the lake in this kind of weather,"
"Don't worry Neville, Hagrid's with them. They'll be quite safe," assured Harry at the chubby boy who nodded, squeezing his toad harder in support whose eyes bulged larger at being pressed.
After nearly twenty minutes of sliding and skidding, one which forced Yvaine to jump Harry in fear much to Neville's and Nathaniel's amusement as the Boy-Who-Lived blushed, their carriage finally arrived on the stone steps in front of the giant oak doors of Hogwarts' entrance. People who had occupied the first carriages in front are already dashing inside. Harry, Neville, Yvaine simply walked calmly as Nathaniel casted a Water-Repelling Charm over their heads. Three minutes later they are joined by Hermione and Ron who is dripping wet scowling dangerously. Nathaniel and Harry sighed, the red-head was so puffed up in jealousy when Nathaniel was hugged by Hermione a few moments ago.
"Blimey how are you guys so dry when- AARGH!"
A large plastic balloon filled with water exploded at Ron's head bathing the red-head with cold water. Drenched and sputtering, Ron staggered sidewards towards Harry just as a second water balloon dropped bursting at Harry's feet, sending cold water over his sneakers. People all around them shrieked and started shoving one another in getting out of the line of fire. Nathaniel was amused seeing Draco Malfoy slip and crashed into his two gorillas sending them to the floor in a cascade of arms and legs. Looking up, he saw a pink Poltergeist in a hat and tie aim again as he dropped another bomb.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves come down here at ONCE!"
Nathaniel recognized her at once. Minerva McGonaggal have been in the original Order of the Phoenix in the first war. Nathaniel remembered her well enough. He vaguely recalled though that during one of his discussions with Dumbledore that she is a Head of a House here. Whatever that means.
"PEEVES GET DOWN HERE NOW!" she barked at the poltergeist who merely cackled.
"Not doing nothing," lobbing a water bomb at Ron again who was too stupid to duck this time earning him a facefull of water. "Already wet aren't they little squirts, Whheeeeeee!" And he aimed another bomb at a group of second years who screamed. However it never connected as a jet of light hit it midair bursting the balloon.
"I believe enough is enough Poltergeist," Nathaniel said amidst the spluttering crowd.
"Eh-who are you?" cackled the pink ghost.
"Nobody really," answered Nathaniel in a bored tone as he aimed a small stone at the Poltergeist zipping the unwanted object inside his nostril sending Peeves coughing and retching away into the halls. Intense silence followed and Nathaniel saw every eye looking at him. The students held awe while McGonagall's had admiration.
"What?" he asked aloud.
"Nathaniel, that's brilliant!" said Ron momentarily forgetting his jealousy on the young Auror.
"Nobody have ever bested Peeves like that before," added Neville who the same as Ron was awestrucked by his performance. Nathaniel merely shrugged before returning his wand on it's holster and took no longer any notice with the faces surrounding him.
"Well what are you waiting for? Come in," ushered Mcgonagall as she waved the soaked students inside the hall. Nathaniel can't help but notice the knowing look that the Professor gave him when he passed her.
Nathaniel can't help but be mesmerized by the Hogwarts' Great Hall as they entered. It was the largest room yet that he had ever seen. His Auror instincts kicking in, he estimated that you could fit a dozen muggle houses in here and still have room for a morning jog. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the firelight of the floating candles above. Four long tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall sat another table which Nathaniel guessed must be where the staff sat watching over the proceedings.
Following Harry and the others, Nathaniel smirked hearing Hermione explain to Yvaine the ceiling which are enchanted to look like the night sky above. He can't help but be a little bit sorry for the fallen star, she had after all been thrust in a world where almost everybody wants her dead and a strange one at that. He is incredibly thankful that she is not a pain in the ass and is not grumbling and bemoaning her predicament. It would be much easier to watch and protect her.
Sitting beside Harry, he noticed the different insignias that adorned the Black Robes of the students.
"What are the insignias for?" he asked when Harry finished talking to a Ghost which introduced himself as Sir Nicholas but everybody corrected him calling him Nearly Headless Nick much to the ghost's chagrin.
"Oh right, with all the excitement around I forgot to mention to you the different Houses," said Harry.
Nathaniel then listened intently (and so did Yvaine much to Hermione's annoyance that she lost her audience) as Harry began to explain the Hogwarts House system to them.
"So Hufflepuff is for the loyal and hard-working, Ravenclaw is for the smarts and knowledge seeking, Slytherin for the ambitious and cunning, while Gryffindor is for the brave?" summarized Nathaniel after Harry's done.
"Don't forget the bold!" said Neville loudly earning a few catcalls from the other Gryffindors.
"So how do you get sorted to your Houses?" asked Nathaniel.
"It is a h-,"
"It is a test of magic that is very painful and would leave you groggy for days," Hermione was cut off by one of the red-headed twins sitting nearby them whom Nathaniel can't tell if it is Fred or George.
"A-a test of magic," stuttered Yvaine fearfully. Nathaniel knew she had good cause for worry, although Yvaine had studied most of the books before coming here, she is less than stellar about practical magic. He and Dumbledore is supposed to deal with it after the welcoming feast tonight.
"Are you sure it is what you say it is?" asked Nathaniel with a raised brow. The brief time at the Burrow taught him not to take the twins' word seriously.
"Yes!" Fred or George exclaimed in a serious tone. "I still remembered mine, almost got me expelled during my first day when I accidentally turn Mcgonagall's hair blue," Nathaniel was about to respond when a hand touched his shoulder making him look up at the stern face of the Gryffindor's Head of house.
"Mr. Augustine, Mrs. Florencia please stand in line with the other first-years to participate on the Sorting Ceremony,"
"Of course Minerva," answered Nathaniel making Mcgonagall's lip tighten in a small line.
"It's Professor Mcgonagall here Mr. Augustine. It's not war time anymore," she answered before walking off much to the confusion of the others.
"Why is she angry at you?" quipped Harry when the Transfiguration professor was out of earshot. "That was the first time I've seen Mcgonagall angry at a student without reason," Nathaniel just sighed at his young charge as he gazed the stern Professor avoiding eye contact with him.
"Minerva and I go way back during the first war with Voldemort, she...disagreed with certain methods I did," Nathaniel explained standing up. "Come Yvaine, let's make a good first impression," he smiled encouragely as the frightened star stood up, following him to the ragged wet group of first years who just entered the Hall. Behind them the encouragement of their friends followed their footsteps.
Marching to the front with the others, they are surprised seeing an old hat sitting in a stool. Only when the hat started singing did Nathaniel truly experience the true magic of this place.
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Fleur walked past the beautiful garden that adorned Beaxubaxtons' main corridor making her way to the Hall of the school where students took their lunch. The French school was more like a giant apartment than a castle. Rooms are reserved for classes while private gazebos and areas are created for the students who wished some privacy. Slender corridors connected the hallways making it impossible for any student to walk without being seen.
As it was, Fleur was glad that she had made it down here quite early in the morning. Most students are still dozing in their beds at this time and Fleur hopes to have breakfast in peace before facing the other students with her ice queen demeanor. Walking past the corridor, she encountered merely a couple of students which gave her the hated look before reaching the doors of Beauxbaxtons' Hall of Meetings.
Pushing the door open, Fleur padded in gritting her teeth at the looks the few students present sitting there are giving her.
"Seriously why can't they just mind their own business!" Fleur thought angrily as she plopped herself down on the farthest round table in the corner with her back at them to avoid the stares.
Keeping her temper in check, Fleur began piling her plate with her usual fare of Bouillabise and shellfish when a hand suddenly covered her eyes and a sweet voice began asking her aloud.
"Guess who?!"
"Kayla, Maribhelle, Alyssa! Come on, you know you three look all the same, and sound the same," Fleur sighed as the hand left her eyes and instead three Veela triplets sat beside her.
"So much for not being seen," Fleur thought wryly. With the three, every eye in the room would be centered on them. The three are the most eligible women in the school after all. Same as age as Fleur, they are the daughters of the Veela Colony head here in France and are receiving special education that separated them from other students of the Beauxbaxtons. They are also Fleur's only friends. She can only identify them with their hair color, the three practically look the same. Alyssa had brown, Kayla's is red while Maribhelle's is gold. All three of them are reserve cheerleaders on the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team.
"So how's your summer Fleur?" asked Alyssa who began to braid Fleur's hair into a ponytail.
"It was good...I guess," answered Fleur non-truthfully. It was all in all hectic and Fleur can't kick out the soft smile of Nathaniel out of her head.
"Hmm you smell different this time Fleur," pointed out Kayla who is munching a grapefruit in her mouth.
"What do you mean- Mmmph!" Fleur's eyes widened as Maribhelle captured her lips with a peck before releasing immediately smacking her lips together as she contemplated in thought.
"Yep, you're in love!" she exclaimed loudly and shamelessly after a moment forcing Fleur to turn tomato red as every eye focused on her. Girls are jealous while boys are well, same as ever drooling.
"Keep it down will you?!" hissed Fleur earning her three identical smirks.
"So our dear flower goes one summer without us and now she had boyfriend," teased Kayla earning her a smack in the arm from the quarter Veela.
"I don't have a boyfriend!"
"Says the one who is ripe as an apple?" pointed out Alyssa earning her a hard glare from Fleur. "Your face practically says it all,"
"I've no idea what you are talking about," snapped Fleur irritably focusing more on her food.
"You're a Veela Fleur, you better get used on breaking boys' hearts," commented Maribhelle pinching Fleur's backside sending the quarter Veela squeaking in alarm. The few boys who saw the movement can't help but now stare and dream about the blond's ample backside.
"I'm not planning on breaking anyone's hearts,"
"Shame, so who is it?" asked Alyssa.
"It's a secret,"
"Finally she admitted it," pointed out Kayla.
"Wait-,"
"It's alright, we'll tell you about our new boy target as long as you tell us yours," compromised Maribhelle with a grin at their blushing friend.
"Alright, alright, but I tell you nothing will come of it," said Fleur feeling a pang of pain at how unfair her life is due to the marriage contract. Leaning it to her best friends she whispered.
"Nathaniel Augustine,"
"Ooooh!" squealed Kayla in delight much to Fleur's annoyance and if not for Alyssa holding her hair, she might have jumped the red-hair.
"Talking about low sights Fleur," Alyssa said chuckling. "You had to snag your claws to the Number One heir to the defender of Half-Breeds in Entire Europe,"
"So is the rumors that you have bedded him true?" asked Maribhelle curiously sending Fleur's temperature somersalting.
"What? What are you talking about Bhelle?!" asked Fleur appalled at her question. The golden-haired Veela merely shrugged.
"That's the general rumor in the mill since last week. Many said that you had confounded him into sleeping with you at the Quidditch World Cup. Haven't you read the paper Fleur?"
"No, Papa was keeping it secret," Fleur answered realizing why her father had been a little secretive to her about the news.
"Well you better keep your head down this year girl," advised Kayla. "Nearly every girl here wants to tear you apart from your cheek on "supposedly" snogging one of the most handsome celebrities and the boys now think that you are ready to bed them,"
Fleur's eyes watered and she nearly broke there and then crying if not for her pride and the sad fact that everyone on the vicinity would love seeing her broken, minus her best friends. As it was, she just steeled herself and made a sad smile taking a spoonful of bouillabise not even tasting it.
"Fleur, I'm sorry," Alyssa patted her back gently and Fleur smiled forlornly at her friend.
"It's not the first time that rumors are made about me,"
"Yeah, I guess so," said Alyssa faintly. She was silent for a while before broking into a wide grin. "So you want to know our prey this year?"
"Well whoever the poor schmuck is, I pity him already with all you three going after him," said Fleur with a small smirk at her friends grateful at the change of topic."So who is he?"
The triplets looked at one another grinning before staring at Fleur and answered together.
"Harry Potter,"
"Ohhhh!" Fleur finally understood who attacked Harry during the Quidditch World Cup.
Not far from them, a pureblood seventh year clenched his fists in eagerness with his cronies as they observed the Delacour heiress laugh aloud with her friends. He and his henchmen have heard the news (fake rumors) of how she now allowed boys to touch her. Tonight he and his friends are going to take advantage of the half-breed and the wonders her body possessed.
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Nathaniel's left eye twitch dangerously as the Sorting Hat finished the song. The twins are going to have it when all this is done. At her side, Yvaine was scowling dangerously that he feared the expression would become permanent in her face.
"So we just have to put on the Hat," she said almost to herself as Minerva called on Ackerly Stewart to sit on the stool and put on the hat. "Harry's going to get it when we're done her,"
"First we had to make sure we are in the same house as they are," whispered Nathaniel behind her. She nodded as the Hat called Hufflepuff for the young boy.
Thirty minutes later their are merely one more child that need to be sorted before Nathaniel stood behind Yvaine putting an arm at her shoulder in support as she become paler and paler in every second.
"Don't worry, just walk up, put it on and do your best...I guess,"
"Oh gee, great advice, thank you very much," replied Yvaine sarcastically as they are the only two left.
"You're welcome,"
"Greetings Hogwarts Students. Before we tucked in to our feast, allow me to introduce to you our two new students, Mrs. Yvaine Mary Florencia (Nathaniel was thankful that Albus was great at forging and making new names) and Mr. Nathaniel Elias Augustine. They are both transferees from Durmstrang and would be starting their Fourth year here at Hogwarts," he clapped politely which was followed by the staff and a few seconds by the students.
"Professor Mcgonagall would you please do the honors," Albus waved his hand at the Sorting Hat who frowned at the last two.
"Mrs. Florencia you are first, come on and sit," ordered Mcgonagall gently as she eased the terrified girl at the stool before putting the hat on her head.
Nathaniel had to trust on his Occlumency training as he heard the male population of Hogwarts snigerring and commenting the fallen star. Not all of the comments are pleasant and the majority is rude. Some purebloods are even talking about preparing marriage contracts since it would be a waste of beautiful body if they don't shag her. Still fuming, Nathaniel barely recognized it when the Hat shouted.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The left table cheered and the relief was evident on Yvaine's face as she approached the left table much to everyone's annoyance as the jealous prat Ron the Weasel grabbed the star in a hug on which she stiffened and made everybody scowl at his tact. But Nathaniel had his own worries as it was now his turn.
"Mr. Augustine if you would please," requested Mcgonagall in a chipped voice.
Focusing on the hat, Nathaniel sat on the stool proudly as every eye focused on him before the hat was placed on his head covering his eyes.
"Merlin! What are you?!" was the hat's exclamation in his head much to Nathaniel's chagrin.
"This is the first time I've seen a mind so altered as this. This is ancient magic kid!"
"Your job is to sort me, not judge me you old ragged hat!" thought Nathaniel angrily and he could hear the hat chuckle.
"It's been a while since I've met your kind kid. Yes, I've been present during the last songs when your ancestors took to the sea and are never seen again. Imagine my surprise seeing their bloodline again,"
"You're deviating from your job!"
"Of course my mistake. Hmm let's see. You have power and cunning, a good mind to that believes knowledge is power. Your loyalty astounds me boy, hmm plenty of courage and not lacking for impulsiveness also. But where..."
"Hurry up!" Nathaniel urged knowing that a minute had passed since he sat there. He could hear the students grumbling already about how long it would take.
"Good! Good! Your words says it all, very cheeky my elf friend. Of course, rare to be all four so let it be.."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
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HEY PEOPLE SO HERE ENDS ANOTHER CHAPTER. AGAIN I THANK YOU MY REVIEWERS AND MY FOLLOWERS, I KNOW MANY OF YOU DON'T LIKE AN OC AS A MAJOR CHARACTER, BUT I'M TRYING. THE NEXT CHAPTERS WOULD BE QUITE INTERESTING AFTER THIS, I PROMISE. AGAIN THANK YOU.