It's finally Wednesday today, which means the first potion class for 1st year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Anybody who knows Adhara Prince-Black can tell she is extremely excited (like a certain blond head who has rolled his eyes seeing her from the Slytherin table a few minutes ago) Yesterday history class with her dad was what she had expected, a blast. Her dad is always an excellent storyteller, he used to tell her stories about himself, father and their time at Hogwarts. He had made that boring goblin rebellion an interesting story and with the interesting name(Gripclaw the gripper, seriously dad) he had given to the goblins she is damn sure no one is going to forget it. While she was expecting more history about magic and extraordinary wizards and witches (dad had explained why he can't teach extremely different from the usual Hogwarts syllabus last week, apparently certain white bearded individual hold too much power currently and can put a big red cross in any thing he doesn't approve but he had promise to include as many thing as possible in between those boring goblin war discreetly), it was a outstanding lesson.
Another class she had yesterday was DADA, a class she was so excited about, being the daughter of a dark arts lover and dueling experts. But it was a totally miserable and most unproductive class she has ever attended in her life (yes including all the classes in Carmarthenshire, the muggle school she attended). Professor Quirrell was not only stuttering the whole time making it impossible to get head or tail of what he was saying but also the smell of garlic was making her head throb especially at the scar region of her forehead. She would have cursed that stuttering nincompoop if she could. But alas he will just get pranked. Lucky him.
She started her breakfast when an owl carrying a daily prophet landed in front of her (father got her subscription as she also likes to read while eating breakfast like him much to the irritation of her dad). What, fudge wanted to place aurors in the bank after the attempted theft on july 31, she read the front page headline, that man will start goblin war-16th? Most moronic man ever hence proved.
"You read that rag," Mandy asked, sitting in front of her, while Adhara was skimming to the potion section.
"Rag it may be, but it is the only paper available for news," Adhara replied without looking at her as she was busy reading an article about the new ministerial regulations about buying the quantity of aconite.
Soon all the 1st year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs made their way towards the dungeon. They settled down and were chattering when the door slammed open. A black clad figure entered the classroom bellowing his robe behind with a grace that made students often mistaken him for a vampire.
"Put the wands away,"
He started taking the roll looking at each new face and associated them with the name. There was of course a tiny pause at the Adhara Prince-Black's name and a tiny smile which went unnoticed by everyone but that particular girl.
After finishing he stood in front of the new Ravens and badgers with hands crossed and looked at them detachedly. Like McGonagall, he also possesses the ability to keep everyone shut and pay him attention without doing anything except he rarely shouts (even when extremely angry instead he goes completely calm) and his voice is always soft but carried to every direction effortlessly.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." He started with a silky voice that reached every corner of the room despite being soft. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic." Every single of them got straight and hung on to his every word.
"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes... the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins... ensnaring the senses..." The voice took on a dreamy edge. "I can teach you how to bottle fame... brew glory ... even stopper death." he trails off for a moment and lets his dark gaze move over the students who are all staring at him like a frightened rabbit might watch a hunting dog.
"If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads like I usually have to teach." He said looking each and every one of them briefly pausing at the 2nd desk where his daughter was sitting giving him her complete attention like always.
"There are a few rules before that, which you all have to follow if you want to continue this class.
You all are going to read the chapters beforehand. I absolutely refuse to teach the bunch of inferi who just sit there when asked questions," said the dore man in black looking towards the Hufflepuff section.
"You will not throw anything in the other's potion or in any way try to sabotage it irrespective of your house rivalry or anonymity. If I catch you, expelling will be your easiest punishment for breaking my records for having the least potion accident in the class," he warned them but class with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs usually doesn't have this problem unlike class having gryffindors and Slytherin.
"Last but not the least when I say 12 inches or 1 foot essay that means 12inches or 1 foot essay. I have many other things to do besides reading your extra long poor excuse of an essay," this he said, especially looking towards Ravens.
"If you break any of the rules you'll find yourself out of the class before you utter word Potion," Potion master warns them in the most menacing voice, and they realise that he is not above doing any of it.
"Now let's test if any of you is competent enough to read before entering the class. Tell me the difference between wormwood and moonshood? Ah yes Ms Bones," he asked, observing everyone. There were few hands up, so he chose the Hufflepuff girl.
"Sir, they are the same plant also known as aconite or woldbane," the strawberry blond girl said.
"Name a potion where it is used, yes Ms MacDougal," he asked.
"Wolfsbane potion, which helps the werewolves to retain their mind in the full moon night" the Ravenclaw girl in the first bench answered.
"Right, how many of you read today's newspaper" 4 hand rose "In today's paper there's an article informing that aconite selling is now regulated by ministry, can anyone tell me why, yes Ms Turpin" he had asked that especially for her daughter knowing she had read the article and want to know what conclusion she had come up with. But first, let's test other's intelligence.
"Sir it is highly poisonous and lethal plant," the girl answered
"But there are many substances that are more poisonous than that, yes Ms Prince-Black," he said, coming to the girl for whom he had asked originally.
"Aconite is the main ingredient for wolfsbane potion professor, it is required in large quantities to make the potion. If the ministry register those who buy the substance in bulk, they can find the potioneers who supply the Wolfsbane potion to unregistered werewolves and pressure them into revealing a list of clientele. It helps them in the regulation of madam umbridge's new registry law where it's compulsory to register as a werewolf," he wanted to beamed with pride at his daughter. Only sheer willpower has stopped him from smiling knowing that could scare the poor 1st years.
"Very good Ms Prince-Black, 15 points to Ravenclaw and 3 to Hufflepuff for all of your answers. Now today we are brewing. Its ingredients are Pungous Onions…..," and the lecture continued for half an hour then they went for actual brewing.
Adhara partnered with Mandy who requested earlier saying she is pants in potion. So started brewing with working equally and Adhara helping and guiding Mandy at her every step. On the other side, the professor was roaming, correcting and in some cases mocking students (unsurprisingly as he is Severus Snape who lives to mock people and honestly Smith deserves it). Potion comes to its completion with blue colour emitting pink vapours indicating it's perfectly brewed (not a big surprise as she is learning and brewing potion for 4 years now).
"Time is coming to end, bottle up your potion and clean the counter," the professor asked 5 minutes before the class ended. Adhara went to the front desk with potion (Mandy was afraid to go there) and they earned 5 more points for perfect potion and small approving smile and nod from her father (as this was the first time she had brewed the boil cure potion. Her parents had denied teaching her anything class related so she won't get bored in the actual class). She went to her desk listening to the potion professor berating some Hufflepuff for brewing the black sludge as potion.
So overall class was quite entertaining.
*THE ABANDONED DAUGHTER*
Library in Hogwarts is said to be one of the biggest libraries in the magical UK, so naturally Hogwarts resident Ravens most are attracted to this part castle. Currently the table in one of the corners of this library is occupied by Adhara and her little troop. Troop admittedly is not so little as it have most of the Ravenclaw 1st year well except Stephen Cornfoot, Micheal Corner and Anthony Goldstein, 6 Hufflepuff including Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Wayne Hopkins, Megan Jones, Roger Malone and Justin Finch-Fletchley, and 5 gryffindor that are Neville Longbottom Parvati patil, Lavender Brown, Lily Moon and Sophie Roper. Within a week of living in the castle, they formed a study group, getting to know each other through classes and becoming friends sort of.
"Ahh, I hate writing with the quill. Why couldn't we just use pen and paper like normal people," Justin whined frustrated. Wayne, Lily and Megan nodded in agreement. They're the only muggleborn in the group. So unsurprisingly the rest of the wizards raised looked weirdly at them.
"pen and paper?" Hannah asked.
"yeah they're so easy to handle, look I have brought some," Justin said, removing a paper notebook and some pens from the bag. All the purebloods looked at it in fascination as they didn't know anything about how muggles write, their books and basically anything about muggles.
"This thing is interesting," she said, writing something in the notebook with the pen.
"And they're easier to write with, quill and parchment feels like the old Victorian period," Megan said.
"Yeah, the wizarding world is so old fashioned compared to the muggle world," Lily moon said. The pureblood in them protested against it. They never have been to the muggle world but they are proud purebloods. In response to that muggleborn between them tell them how advanced the muggle world is with computers and phones. Debate went on with pureblood and wizard raised at loss as they haven't been in the muggle world. No one noticed the avada kedavra green bleeding through stormy grey iris when comparing 'normal people' to 'freaks'.
"Give me one page from the notebook, Hannah and also a pen," Adhara asked and Hannah tore a page and gave it to her "Wizarding world uses parchment because we can do this on it. Impervious, Ignepio, Lacerunis," she moved the wand and protected her transfiguration essay she was writing before the debate started from water, fire as well as from tearing. "and can't use on it," she said, putting the impervious charm on the paper, but the paper caught fire. "Same goes for quill, quills are made of magical bird's feathers, usually owls or eagles. So it doesn't destroy if we do any magic in it," she said, spelling her quill to be dicta-quill. "while muggle pens get destroyed even with a little magic " she spelled the pen with the same charm but the plastic in the pen melted. "Same happens when you try to mix up muggle things with magic without knowing how things work here. In the wizarding world, everything is there for a reason. Every tradition, culture and activities, even a single spell has a great story behind it, and they are happening and developing for thousands of years now by great witches and wizards while the muggle technical world is only 50 years old without any end goal. They themselves know someday their trackless progress is going to kill everyone of them. Guys you are witches and wizards, be proud of it, that you can feel the glorious feeling of magic in your veins everyday. Being the part of this magical world it's your responsibility to learn about it and work for its betterment, instead of judging the whole world with narrow minded thinking,"
Adhara explained calmly. Inwardly she is anything but calm. She hates when someone compares the outstanding world of witches and wizards to the plebeian muggle world. They are magical beings, they're special. Because of the simple fact that they can do all the things that muggles can do but no muggle has that they have. Magic. Yes the wizarding world has problems and faults, no world is perfect that doesn't mean anyone can come and start pointing out mistakes without learning about the world. So definitely she hates it, but things she has learned from experience of her short life is that shouting doesn't take you anywhere. One day she'll remove every impediment that is obstructing the growth of magic and bring her wizarding world to its full glory. She promised that to the lady magic.
By the end of her speech everyone, even the madam Pince who has come to chide them for disturbance and students of the near table looking at her in awe. She doesn't know why, then she noticed she had let loose the tight hold on her magic a little, making magic mix up with her voice when she was speaking passionately. This happens with her when she lets her emotions take over, she loses the tight leash over her magic. Pulling her magic back and going back to her, indicating that discussion is over.
*THE ABANDONED DAUGHTER*
It's the 2nd Friday night since Adhara has started her Hogwarts career. She was making her way towards the dungeon to her father's quarter for weekly family dinner. They started this tradition last week when she had gone to his quarter informing she had found his quarter on the same day of her 1st potion class by detecting the wards with familiar magical signatures around a portrait of a snake sitting on a cauldron.
Uttering the password 'Belladonna' (which wasn't necessary as her father has added her magical signature in the ward) to give kind of a heads up to the occupants in case they are in questionable position (like her young eyes has seen many times. She doesn't want to get traumatized further.)
"Good evening father, dad," she greeted the man who was setting the table in the dining area and the man sitting on the couch in the living area reading some law Book.
"Good evening, my chiot," her dad replied grinning. He was in his usual night wear.
"Good evening," her father replied with a small smile. Living in Hogwarts told her that students here have rather wacky ideas about her father's dressing sense. Rumors run from professor Snape being colour blind to he owns a single set of robes. She finds the most bizarre one was that he is a vampire who lives in the coffin and to protect himself from the sun he wears those big black robes and the other one that he even sleeps in those robes. Ah, it seems they have never seen professor Snape outside the class (not that's a big surprise, half of the population is afraid of going to even class let alone who'll dare going to him in an informal setting). Well just for the information yes, he wears clothes that are not black like currently he is in grey joggers and dark blue almost black t shirt. Admittedly his wardrobe only contains dark neutral colours but it's there. And no he doesn't sleep in formal teaching robes but that is also true that all his teaching robes are black as it saves time in the morning in choosing such a plebeian thing (his word not her). His silky straight hair (which she'd loved to inherit from him but unfortunately didn't. Her hair is the same as her dad or like other Blacks, jet black soft thick and wavy) was tied behind the neck.
"Come kiddo, let's eat and you can tell us about your weeks," her dad said, starting to get to the table.
They started dinner and she told them a summary about her week like classes, assignments and her activities with her friends.
"Woah What a busy week you had," Sirius said smiling.
"Yeah, so what's new with professors," Adhara asked.
"Nothing new, same old lecture and grading. But all the professors are quite enamored by a certain Ravenclaw. Didn't stop praising her for being so knowledgeable and having extraordinary command over her magic even though they complain about her being cheeky," her dad said grinning.
"Really," she was surprised that the professor still talked about her in the staffroom. She didn't do anything extraordinary so she had thought talks would die within a week.
"Speaking of professors, did you know Quirrell was pranked on Thursday where he was saying tongue twisters every 10 min," Her father said, eyeing her suspiciously with narrowed eyes.
"Really, poor him but shame we have DADA on Wednesday only," Adhara said, adopting a look like she is the most innocent child in the world, not that it had worked. Her parents know her so well, judging by dad's bark like laugh and her father who had pinched his nose in exasperation.
"So what he did to get pranked within 10 days of you meeting him," her dad asked, still chuckling.
"He stutters so much that it is difficult to understand what he says. So I helped him in speaking clearly," she said grinning like it was the most acceptable excuse.
"So he had gotten pranked because he stutters," her father asked with raised eyebrows.
"No he had gotten pranked for pretending like he stutters. There's no way that's real, father," she sniffed. This makes Sirius sober and attentive to the conservation.
"She is right, love, he seems suspicious," Sirius said.
"Hmm, I'll keep an eye on him more," Severus said thoughtfully.
"Heard, 1st year has 1st flying lesson tomorrow," Sirius asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, that'll be all house class. Why didn't he take class on the weekday instead of wasting time on the weekend," Adhara grumbled.
"because Potter wanted to take class with the whole 1st year, not house wise it saved his energy taking a class twice. He was boosting his son's flying skills to anyone who listens especially to Minerva," her father informed her.
"So he is lazy and also wants to show how well the next Merlin flies hence we have to waste our precious weekend on him,"
"James was sure in the beginning of the year that his son will be the first in the class, afterall he is training with various people especially Dumbledore and every professor is going to be tired with singing Liam's praise. But that had not happened and not one but many students performed better than him including a muggleborn. But also, many of the professors are disappointed with his magical knowledge. Now flying is something he was always best at and he is sure his son had inherited it from him. Also with so many people to show how well he flies, there will be more chances Minnie will allow Liam to be in the team," her dad theorized, making both the others look at him with astonished expressions. "What, I know how his mind works," he defended himself."
"Dad, have you ever thought, if I wouldn't be part of your life you wouldn't have lost your friendship," Adhara asked softly, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, I wouldn't have lost my best friend if you weren't born. James Potter was my brother in all but blood. I had not and wouldn't have left his side and even would have sacrificed my life for him. He might used to be my brother, my chiot but, you, you are my daughter. The second I lay eyes on you, you become mine, my pride, my joy, my life. You don't understand now, may you would when you would have your own, but for a parent, their child always comes first, even before their happiness or life. You my chiot have given me a new meaning of life, matured me by giving me a sense of responsibility, most of all taught me how to love selflessly," he looked at Severus and said "And of course I couldn't have find my love in the person whom I wouldn't have looked at all without hateful eye if you weren't part of my life. So yes I have lost my friendship, but I have found so much more and for you it's all worth it. For both of you," he finished looking at both of them with so much love that made even his husband choke (which was the most difficult task one can perform, getting reaction out of Severus Snape). Adhara just flew from her seat and soon Sirius had a bundle of 11 year old in his arm nestled on his chest.
"Thank you daddy," she said from his chest in the most vulnerable voice. She had only called him 'daddy' 2 times and those times he'll cherish till dying.
"You are a bloody emotional fool Black," Severus murmured, trying to be aloof but the emotional lining in his voice gave away.
"You wouldn't have it another way, Consort Black," Sirius said grinning.
They changed the topic again and talked about various miscellaneous things. She stayed there till half an hour before the curfew then went to her dorms.
*THE ABANDONED DAUGHTER*
Most awaited flying class(at least to some people) was going to start so all the first years gathered in the ground. Students with four houses have lined up individually and have various expressions on their faces. Some are boosting their flying talent like Draco Malfoy or some are terrified to the bone like Neville Longbottom. Adhara was standing with other Ravenclaws with Lisa Turpin on one side and Terry Boot on the other with their allocated broom (which looks like it's about to fallout, Merlin why don't they give this thing to the museum) at their feets
James Potter came a min later with his great son and few other gryffindors telling them something very animatedly and others hung to every word. Bet he is telling them how extraordinary flyer his son is.
"Afternoon class," James greeted, "Let's get right to it. Stick your hand over your broom and say 'up'."
Adhara, like many students and unfortunately including Liam, got her broom to jump into her hand immediately. Weasley's broom shot up and hit him in the face, making many especially Slytherin laugh but they are alone from whom point was taken for openly laughing at him. James went around the Gryffindors, correcting them where they were going wrong and helping them when needed and mocked to downright insult many Slytherin, especially Draco Malfoy for his technique to hold the broom. He paid little attention to Hufflepuff and just ignored the entire existence of Ravenclaws.
"Now, mount your brooms, and when I blow my whistle I want you to kick off, fly slowly around the pitch and touch back down - my Liam will demonstrate for you now." James instructed, grinning at his son. Adhara noted grudgingly that he did have quite a decent flyer, though not as much as he bragged about, and she shook her head in disgust as he touched down preening at the applauding Gryffindors. Bloody attention seekers.
James blew his whistle and the group rose up, some of them were unsteady but others flew off; Liam shot off, flaunting the skill she did have. Adhara was about to mount when she heard someone scream to stop. Seeing towards it she realised Neville's broom was out of his control and was flying up and up.
"Boy come back here," professor Potter shouted. Adhara can't believe someone this incompetent was allowed to teach them. He was there standing, doing nothing except shouting to return when everyone could see the broom was out of his control, not even lifting the wand to arrest Neville's movement.
Neville's broom was going up and up and now he is almost 40 feets from ground. No, now even arresto momentum could not save from getting injured if he falls. Making a decision within a second she shot up her broom as fast as that inferior broom allowed. She can hear her friends calling her but her focus was on Neville. Neville is around 50 feets above now, then he fell from the broom. Adhara makes her way towards him, catching him in mid air by wrist and then safely lands both of them to the land.
All the students clapped loudly except for a few gryffindors and professors, who were looking with dropped jaws. Neville, when regaining his bearing, thanked her profusely.
"What were you trying to do girl," Potter roared.
"What you should have done, given you are the professor. But given how incompetent you are l won't be surprised if you can't understand this," Adhara shot back.
"You little sh..," Potter went so red like he was about to explode.
"POTTER," someone very familiar shouted. All the eyes went towards the voice to see professor Black was coming towards them with a shocked faced Professor McGonagall and a cheerful professor flitwick.
"Never talk to my daughter like this ever," Sirius stood beside Adhara with hands on her shoulder and warned him with a clenched jaw.
"Sirius, inexperienced flyer like she would have killed herself and the boy by pulling such a stunt I was just helping her," James tried to make his friend understand.
"Inexperience you say," Sirius asked with raised eyebrows.
"Did she ever flew Sirius, because she is an excellent flyer," McGonagall said
"Of Course she flies Minerva. My daughter is the winner of the under 11 broom racing competition," Sirius said proudly, making Adhara smile.
"Say Ms Prince-Black are you interested in being seeker for the team," Professor Flitwick asked cheerfully.
"Can I," She asked hopefully.
"No, you can't, you are first year," James chimed before anyone could say.
"Why not, if that rule is bending for gryffindor seeker I am sure the rule can be bent for another child, right Minerva," Flitwick said looking at the professor McGonagall.
"Yeah, I'll ask headmaster for her too, you know Ms Prince-Black you should be in gryffindors for the stunt you pulled" she said
"She is Ravenclaw Minerva," Flitwick said with amused exasperation. From the way they bantered, it seems this topic has already been a topic for debate between them. They turned to leave when Flitwick turned "ohh, Ms Prince-Black meet Roger Davis for details later."
"But she should be in Gryffindor like her father.." they heard McGonagall saying. Adhara turned to her father for a better explanation of what had happened.
"Minerva think you should be in gryffindor from the way you carry yourself, well I think she want it as you earn most point in your year" Sirius said grinning at her "come on kiddo let's celebrate, I am sure class has ended," he guided her to the castle without even asking flying professor for permission leaving James Potter seething there.
*THE ABANDONED DAUGHTER*
The news of two first years becoming seeker spread like a wild fire in Hogwarts. Headmaster had allowed both of them to play in the team but rumours are that he accepted the Ravenclaw seeker only because he had no argument against it as gryffindors seeker was decided even before he joined the school. Not only that but also he can't deny without repercussion the seeker position to the girl who has won an international competition in flying.
Adhara, ignoring the whole rumor mill, is making her way toward the dungeon or to be more specific, to the Slytherin common room. She had come to know that her idiotic cousin has challenged Potter publically for duel in midnight. Ohh, she knows that he will definitely chicken out when time comes but he challenged them in front of people, making her want to hit him hard. So yeah, annoyed Adhara Prince-Black is going to the Slytherin room. Don't ask if she knew the way, just know that she finds the castle very interesting and she loves mysteries.
Upon reaching an odd looking wall where a snake was imprinted, she knew it must be the Slytherin common room entrance. Saying the password that she heard from her father yesterday, she entered. This common room in one word is; exquisite. The common room had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. One of the wooden tables had a Wizard's Chess set on it. It was decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. Atmosphere here is quite different from Ravenclaw common room. Ravenclaw common is more open, and with a lot of books here and there showing they value knowledge most, whereas the Slytherin common room is showing what they value the most; Power. Anyone can get awe of the grandeur of this common room.
All the eyes of the occupants went to her, looking at her as if she was an exotic animal. She surveyed the common room to find a tuft of silvery blond hair. There. He was sitting in the corner with Zabini and Nott with his bodyguard erm meaning Crabbe and Goyal on the other side.
Ignoring all the stares she went to him and asked him for a private talk but before he could answer someone asked mockingly behind her "How did a little raven enter the common room of big bad snakes."
She turned around to see a very tall and broad boy standing before her.
"Does this big bad snake have a name," she asked in the same tone. She looked at him with her signature look, like he was nothing disturbing fly.
"Jugson, Aiden Jugson," the boy said haughtily.
"So Jugson Aiden Jugson. Are your eyes defective or just your mind is unable to register the very basic things. I gave the password to your guardian and entered," she drawled in the same way a certain Potion master does. Not that it was noticed by others.
"You filthy mudblood, you are not allowed in the great house of Slytherin," seems he was angered by her time as well as the look he was given.
"You know you I am, and what are you going to do at this infiltration of a raven in this great house of serpent, run to your head of house" she taunted.
"You are a charity case of that blood traitor mudblood. Adopting in a pureblood house doesn't elevate your status. You are a powerless mudblood nothing more. We don't require our head of house to solve our matter. Your blood traitor of a father will find your ashes when we're done with you and no one will know what happened to you pathetic mudblood," he was almost shouting with the wand in his hand ready to curse.
Suddenly all the occupants felt the heavy pressure around them and Jugson started choking. Pressure continued to increase, making Jugson fall on his knees, hands on his neck trying to ease his breathing but, only made it worse.
"Haw.. will big bad snake not strike. And here I thought you have venom dear. But looks like someone's only garden snake," Adhara mocked, making all of them realise why they're feeling the heavy pressure, this is the girl's magic. Pure raw magic, making them want to kneel and do the bidding for its possessor.
"Bloodtraitor, do you even know the meaning of the word or did you just use it because you find it fancy with other words like mudblood? Shame literate purebloods such as you, don't have satisfactory vocabulary. Clearly literate doesn't mean educated. For your information my father is better Lord than your 6 generation combine" she came near him. Now he was getting more breathless "Pathetic mudblood you say, does your pure blood behind saving you," she came in front of him he was on the verge of passing out "Charity case or not I am the heiress of house Prince and Black. I am more powerful politically and magically than you can ever be. Always respect your better Jugson or you'll destroy everything you're dear to and will be 6 ft under before you know," she said all this calmly in the tone like she is explaining to a very troublesome child. Suddenly all the pressure vanished and Jugson sucked all the air he could get and sacked down where he was kneeling. He looked up to see she was looking emotionlessly to him.
"I apologise, my lady," he said breathlessly.
"See, there's the manner a heir should have," she said "now let's try again, how should you ask what a Ravenclaw doing here,"
"should have asked calmly and respectfully, how you have entered," he said that troublesome child has learned his lesson.
"That's right," she said and before she could say anymore the entrance door opened and the head of snakes entered bellowing his black robes behind in his full glory. He looked around to see a very unusual scene.
"What's going on here, what are you doing here Ms Prince-Black, don't you know, other house members aren't supposed to be in the house rooms" he asked in a soft yet firm voice that demanded an immediate answer.
"Sir, but according to Hogwarts charter, children of the head of house can be considered honorary members of the house," she said sheepishly. Severus Snape just pinched his nose in exasperation. All the heads were roaming between two of them, some confused remaining who got it whipped their faces to the Potion master.
"That's not what the rules say, the charter only made the head of the house the guardian in absentia of the house. But yes, as a parent being guardian for a house gives you some leeway. But you are not allowed to enter the dorms and don't come here without reason. Now what are you doing here" he said.
"Yes, sir. I have something to talk to my cousin" she said solemnly, gesturing towards the blond boy who was looking all of it with a blank emotionless face. Professor nodded and went to the prefect to saying something for which he had come. Both the first years exited the room.
"You did it on purpose," he said as soon as they exited the common room.
"What do you mean," she asked, but had an idea what he was saying.
"Your eyes were grey as usual, you release your power intentionally, to show them," "Hmm, you might be right. I wasn't angry. Just annoyed. And yes that was deliberated,"
"Why, and you also revealed that professor Snape is your father" now he was confused.
"So they know not to mess with me or mine. As for revelation, I wasn't hiding anything as well as they are. We just don't tell people voluntarily. My conscience is telling me that it won't be long before everyone knows. So Slytherin should know first. But that's not what I came to discuss with you. You challenged Potter for a duel," she asked lightly. One thing she learnt about her cousin is that he gets defensive really fast, so you have to talk to him lightly until he admits his crime.
"Ohh yes, I challenged him for a duel in the mid night at the trophy room. Don't worry I won't go but little slip to filch might be passed," he boasted as if he had found the way to create philosopher stone.
"You complete moron, you challenged Potter for a duel in midnight in front of people. If you won't go people consider you a coward besmirching the Malfoy name, and if you go, you'll get caught," she was getting angry, this complete twerp doesn't know what his actions perceives.
"People won't know…," he started but was cutted out.
"You challenged him near the Gryffindor table. You know how nosy they're. I doubt the whole school will know by tomorrow," she said heatedly.
"What should I do now?" he was alarmed now. He knew his cousin always saves his ass. He, when met her for the first time hated her, not only was she taking his godfather but also he had found her arrogant who didn't respect his father enough. At the Christmas Ball, when he was 8, he had caused quite a blunder where he had accidentally disrespected the minister, she then saved his ass, from then on they became friends sort of.
"Don't go, if he goads you, retort him for his lack of knowledge about the magical world that a duel between minors requires parents or guardians permission. And for Merlin sake, don't provoke or start fights in front of anyone and always have an alibi just in case. You know how people treat Slytherin," she suggested and was disgruntled at the end.
"You know with this blue uniform," he said sarcastically.
"Of course blondie, now good night, be a good boy," she said with a honey sweet smile patting his head. She ducked the stinging hex thrown by a grey-eyed glaring boy. She left chuckling to her tower. Enough chaos for now.
*THE ABANDONED DAUGHTER*
In one part of the castle where Adhara Prince-Black was setting herself in the Slytherin hierarchy on the other side of the castle or to be more specific at the headmaster's office people are talking about her.
"How is Liam doing James," Headmaster asked.
"Good, just not very happy to share the achievement of youngest seeker with some undeserving girl," James said petutanly
"I know my boy,but I couldn't deny Sirius at this time. He holds considerable amount of power," the headmaster said grimly.
"Sirius, has changed Albus. 10 years ago I thought he'll come around, he was a little angry at that time but I thought he'll come back like he always does when his mind relaxes and cools down. You know, how hot temper he is. But he didn't and I didn't see him for 3 years like he disappeared from the earth. Then you told me about his entry in the political arena. Which is the most unSirius thing ever. Growing up and doing adult shit was not his thing, and going back to his family is not something he'd do even to save himself from dying. He used to hate his family and their name, and now he is doing everything that he is not supposed to. I don't know Albus what to do," James said, resigned with all this.
"I know my boy, I know. But understand that Sirius holds so much power, not only in outside politics but also inside. My boy, Black family politics is not like Malfoy's or Notts, where they relied heavily on bribes and sweet words. There's a reason people are afraid of crossing a Black. They can destroy anyone completely and kill them without any remorse. Arcturus was the most ruthless Lord in the wizengamot in 50 years. Sirius is going on same path as his grandfather. Sirius has not only Black seat but also a Prince one. Initially I thought he had become Prince regent only by some 'friendship' through inside politics, but the arrival of his daughter implies a different thing. He definitely is married to the Prince Lord, which is a more difficult situation. With a seat at dark sec and another at neutral give him leeway to both sections making him more powerful. If Sirius deviates from the right path my boy, I'm afraid, wrong people will get that power," Headmaster explained with worry lines evident in the wrinkled face.
"You think Sirius can go dark." James asked, horrified.
"My boy, I don't want to believe it but people do things for their family and we all know how his family is," he said looking very sad at this prospectus. James remembered Sirius said the same thing, 'For Blacks family means everything'. No he won't that happen, he'll not lose his best friend to the darkness.
"No, I won't let that happen. I'll make up with and bring him to his true family; to us," James vowed
"I know my boy you'll do everything to save your best friend," the headmaster said with twinkling blue eyes and a small smile. "Now tell me what was causing problems to our savior….."
