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A/N: Thanks to all of the reviewers! I thought I'd post this A/N as to clear the fact that this is not a Mary Sue story. It may sound slightly like one in some parts, but trust me -- there is a path to my craziness. You'll probably find out what I'm talking about sometime in chapter four or five. I'm not sure. . It depends how long I make each chapter. Anyway, I repeat, this is not a Mary Sue story! Thank you for listening to my obsessive ramblings, please feel free to continue reading. . .
P.S: I would like to dedicate this ficcy to my online bud, Rachel for giving me some of the inspiration for this fic. (User name: Stevie.)
Children of Hell. .By MagickBeing
It opened its great flap of a mouth and in a meek yell, it called. . .
"SLYTHERIN!"
McGonagall carefully took the hat from Katalina's head and the girl rose, calmly walking over to the Slytherin table. Harry had a feeling she knew all eyes were on her now as her head was no longer bowed but instead she stood straight and proud.
After the girl took her rightful place at the Slytherin table, Professor McGonagall saw it fit to continue with the sorting as she yelled another name. Shortly after, the sorting ended, with the remaining four students all being sorted into Ravenclaw. Before long the headmaster stood once more.
"I would like to welcome you all to Hogwarts, may it be a second home for each and everyone of you." As if sensing the students were getting bored, the headmaster smiled and yelled, "Let the feast begin!"
Magically all of dishes filled with delicious foods and before long the students began piling different assortments on their plates.
Ron turned to Hermione and asked the inventible question, "Why do you think all of those students were sorted into Ravenclaw?"
Hermione rose an eyebrow at the question, watching with an unattached expression as Ron continued to fill his plate three times higher then should be allowed.
"Hermione?"
"Oh, sorry Ron. Well. . I don't know. I don't recall having read anything like this in Hogwarts a History."
"Blimey Hermione. I never figured I would hear those words come out of your mouth." Said Ron in awe.
Hermione rolled her eyes and reasoned, "Well. . The school they came from may have hand picked its students to all have the same characteristics. ."
"Such as book smarts." Finished Harry.
Hermione smiled, "Precisely."
Ron looked to Hermione, then to Harry and back. "But then how'd the one girl get sorted into Slytherin?"
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know Ron. Why don't you go ask her?"
"Well sorry if I asked you a simple question!"
"Ron, do you honestly think I know everything? I was just being blunt. ."
"What if I do?"
Hermione scowled slightly and went to ignoring Ron for the rest of the evening. Ron tried several times to get her attention, and Harry couldn't help but to wonder if he'd get his first gray hair because of those two.
Later that evening, On the way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry found himself deep in thought of the earlier conversation. Well. . As deep in thought as one can be without collapsing on the floor from an over-stuffed stomach.
If the private school really did hand pick their students for Book smarts, then why'd one of them get sorted into Slytherin? And how come during the whole feast, not one of them talked. .?
Harry was interrupted from his thoughts as the flow of students stopped outside the Gryffindor Portrait, causing him to nearly run into the first-year in front of him. He mumbled an apology and listened as Hermione and Ron spoke the password (eye of newt,) and strode into the Common room.
The remainder of the evening went by quickly, with talk of summer activities and (mainly by Hermione,) goals for the new year. Much to everyone's lack of surprise, Hermione read most of the evening. If anyone made the mistake of asking her why, she would plainly give them a lecture on upcoming N.E.W.T's. Ron seemed absolutely scandalized by the idea of studying a whole year early.
Harry played one game of wizard chess with Ron and he listened in and out to the throbbing conversation of the transfer students. A short while after, all talk died down and everyone made there way to lay their sleepy heads on their pillows.
_-_-_-_-_ Later that night. . _-_-_-_-_
. . . Harry rolled fitfully in his bed. His eyelids fluttered while he slept as weird dreams controlled his mind. .
In the dream, Harry was walking alone in the dungeons. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as he stopped at a dead end. He leaned against the clammy wall and closed his eyes, he seemed to be waiting for something.
Harry drummed his fingers impatiently on the stone texture, realizing his movements seemed awkward and unreal. He didn't feel comfortable in his own body.
As his eyes opened, a figure stepped from the shadows. The figure was panting and their back was slightly hunched, but Harry wasn't afraid. He recognized them.
Harry spoke, though his voice came out different. . Very unlike his normal one. He repeated the name of the figure, until he heard a scream somewhere down the hall. He went to run towards the source of agony, but the cloaked figure put a hand to his chest and stopped him.
He repeated their name.
The cloaked figure nodded no, their hood falling to their shoulders. Harry's own scream meant the other's as he stared in horror at the face before him.
Harry darted up in bed, his breathing was rugged and sweat steadily traveled down his forehead. He tried to lay back down, resting his head on the moist pillow. Slowly, the soft snores of his roommates relaxed him.
He stared at the ceiling a moment longer, before closing his eyes. The face in his dream loomed before him and sent shivers down his back. What was most chilling about the face were the dead red eyes and the lightning bolt scar. .
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Stevie: Will try to do. . Heh, thanks!
icanreadncount: Talk to the author's note, cause the thank you's aint gonna listen. And to bad for you, I just found out what a Mary sue story is to. . Heh. . Anyway, thanks for the review. . No thanks for the accusation. Kidding. . Thanks.
Lady Ana Maria Lorinan: Many Thanks.
Usually Immaculate Aristocrat: Nope. . It isn't. Sorry to disappoint. And you'll find out whats up with all of the raven claws soon. . Very soon. Muwehehehehe. . Thanks.
Rose: Awe. . *blushes,* thanks.
A/N: Thanks to all of the reviewers! I thought I'd post this A/N as to clear the fact that this is not a Mary Sue story. It may sound slightly like one in some parts, but trust me -- there is a path to my craziness. You'll probably find out what I'm talking about sometime in chapter four or five. I'm not sure. . It depends how long I make each chapter. Anyway, I repeat, this is not a Mary Sue story! Thank you for listening to my obsessive ramblings, please feel free to continue reading. . .
P.S: I would like to dedicate this ficcy to my online bud, Rachel for giving me some of the inspiration for this fic. (User name: Stevie.)
Children of Hell
It opened its great flap of a mouth and in a meek yell, it called. . .
"SLYTHERIN!"
McGonagall carefully took the hat from Katalina's head and the girl rose, calmly walking over to the Slytherin table. Harry had a feeling she knew all eyes were on her now as her head was no longer bowed but instead she stood straight and proud.
After the girl took her rightful place at the Slytherin table, Professor McGonagall saw it fit to continue with the sorting as she yelled another name. Shortly after, the sorting ended, with the remaining four students all being sorted into Ravenclaw. Before long the headmaster stood once more.
"I would like to welcome you all to Hogwarts, may it be a second home for each and everyone of you." As if sensing the students were getting bored, the headmaster smiled and yelled, "Let the feast begin!"
Magically all of dishes filled with delicious foods and before long the students began piling different assortments on their plates.
Ron turned to Hermione and asked the inventible question, "Why do you think all of those students were sorted into Ravenclaw?"
Hermione rose an eyebrow at the question, watching with an unattached expression as Ron continued to fill his plate three times higher then should be allowed.
"Hermione?"
"Oh, sorry Ron. Well. . I don't know. I don't recall having read anything like this in Hogwarts a History."
"Blimey Hermione. I never figured I would hear those words come out of your mouth." Said Ron in awe.
Hermione rolled her eyes and reasoned, "Well. . The school they came from may have hand picked its students to all have the same characteristics. ."
"Such as book smarts." Finished Harry.
Hermione smiled, "Precisely."
Ron looked to Hermione, then to Harry and back. "But then how'd the one girl get sorted into Slytherin?"
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know Ron. Why don't you go ask her?"
"Well sorry if I asked you a simple question!"
"Ron, do you honestly think I know everything? I was just being blunt. ."
"What if I do?"
Hermione scowled slightly and went to ignoring Ron for the rest of the evening. Ron tried several times to get her attention, and Harry couldn't help but to wonder if he'd get his first gray hair because of those two.
Later that evening, On the way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry found himself deep in thought of the earlier conversation. Well. . As deep in thought as one can be without collapsing on the floor from an over-stuffed stomach.
If the private school really did hand pick their students for Book smarts, then why'd one of them get sorted into Slytherin? And how come during the whole feast, not one of them talked. .?
Harry was interrupted from his thoughts as the flow of students stopped outside the Gryffindor Portrait, causing him to nearly run into the first-year in front of him. He mumbled an apology and listened as Hermione and Ron spoke the password (eye of newt,) and strode into the Common room.
The remainder of the evening went by quickly, with talk of summer activities and (mainly by Hermione,) goals for the new year. Much to everyone's lack of surprise, Hermione read most of the evening. If anyone made the mistake of asking her why, she would plainly give them a lecture on upcoming N.E.W.T's. Ron seemed absolutely scandalized by the idea of studying a whole year early.
Harry played one game of wizard chess with Ron and he listened in and out to the throbbing conversation of the transfer students. A short while after, all talk died down and everyone made there way to lay their sleepy heads on their pillows.
_-_-_-_-_ Later that night. . _-_-_-_-_
. . . Harry rolled fitfully in his bed. His eyelids fluttered while he slept as weird dreams controlled his mind. .
In the dream, Harry was walking alone in the dungeons. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as he stopped at a dead end. He leaned against the clammy wall and closed his eyes, he seemed to be waiting for something.
Harry drummed his fingers impatiently on the stone texture, realizing his movements seemed awkward and unreal. He didn't feel comfortable in his own body.
As his eyes opened, a figure stepped from the shadows. The figure was panting and their back was slightly hunched, but Harry wasn't afraid. He recognized them.
Harry spoke, though his voice came out different. . Very unlike his normal one. He repeated the name of the figure, until he heard a scream somewhere down the hall. He went to run towards the source of agony, but the cloaked figure put a hand to his chest and stopped him.
He repeated their name.
The cloaked figure nodded no, their hood falling to their shoulders. Harry's own scream meant the other's as he stared in horror at the face before him.
Harry darted up in bed, his breathing was rugged and sweat steadily traveled down his forehead. He tried to lay back down, resting his head on the moist pillow. Slowly, the soft snores of his roommates relaxed him.
He stared at the ceiling a moment longer, before closing his eyes. The face in his dream loomed before him and sent shivers down his back. What was most chilling about the face were the dead red eyes and the lightning bolt scar. .
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