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A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 3 ""
In Bellatrix's Daughter's World:
The name of Blaise Zabini. My parents (the ones who tossed me away) named me Blaise, but the 'pretenders' gave me their surname. The surname of Gyffindors mars ideal Slytherin student I strive to be. I am not outright evil like some of the Slytherins, but cunning and deceitful. I am often taunted there because not all are so wise as to see my true nature. In classes I generally fare well. I hear Pansy, who could ignore those shrieks, telling everyone it is time for our first Potions lesson of the year. My heart leaps, Harry will be there.
The walk to the dungeon seems to increase in distance everyday, I walk with the other Slytherin fifth years forced to listen to their small talk.
"My parents are absolutely thrilled he's come back," Pansy said loudly, "they know where their loyalties lie, but maybe we should not talk about it now. There are so many Lion-hearted people here. They might tell their parents." She and many others cast a look at me. Draco nodded, but he seemed to want to drop the subject altogether.
"Why can't they tell?" asked Greggory Goyle. To my amusement Crabbe also looked stumped.
"Because some wizards lack pride and honor of their bloodlines and lineage," Pansy said monotonously.
"Some young witches and wizards would be wise to acknowledge what they do not know," Draco scolded. His gaze once again passed over me. I shot him a appraising look. How much did he know? I pondered what he meant as we entered the class and sat down. Snape stood at the front of the room sneering at the Gryffingdors.
"Today I will assign your inter-house teams. There will be a mixture of houses in each group," he spat. "You will brew all of this terms potions and complete all of your homework together. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," the class chorused dully.
"Granger, Thomas, and Crabbe." I felt very sorry for Granger.
"Weasley, Ronald, Finningan, and Bulstrode." Ronald Weasley had really horrible luck.
"Weasley, Virginia, Goyle, and Malfoy." I was surprised to see a fourth year in our class, but not as surprised as I was to see that Draco looked happy about his partnership (He was not looking at Goyle). Ronald Weasley looked ready to punch Malfoy in the face.
"Brown, Parkinson, and Patil." This was when I lost track, due to extreme boredom and the fact the rest of the pairs were nobodys anyway, until.
"Longbottom, Potter, and Zabini. My apologies, Ms. Zabini." I was excited, shocked, afraid, and uncomfortable all at the same time. Perhaps I should sort my emotions out. I was excited that Harry was in my group. Shocked I had been so lucky, afraid to even speak to him, but most of all uncomfortable. I was in a group with the boy, whose parents my parents tortured into insanity.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get into your groups and begin making the potion on the blackboard," Snape said loudly scaring everyone into action. My group moved to a table and sat down. No one knew what to say.
"My name is Blaise, I guess we should get started," I said attempting small talk.
"I'm Harry," he said lifting up his hair as if by reflex.
"Potter, no one is interested in your bragging, get to work. Take ten points from Gryffindors," Snape said unpleasantly.
"My name is Neville. I am terrible at Potions, I am sorry you have to be in my group," he said hurriedly. I should be the one saying sorry, my parents are the reason yours can not recognize you.
"I am sure it will be fine," I whispered reassuringly. "We need to figure a night to meet on to finish essays and study."
"Anytime I do not have quidditch practice," Harry said agreeably.
"I can come anytime," Neville added.
"Thursday nights it is," I decided.
"Sounds great," Harry and Neville chimed.
About an hour and fifty points off Gryffindor later the first class was over, and Neville did not melt our cauldron. Our first potion was perfect, it was full marks. With a goodbye Harry and Neville left reminding each other that Thursdays was our meeting day. As I was leaving I saw a piece of parchment on the chair where Harry had been sitting it was a note.
Hermione
My group is not too bad. Blaise Zabini is very kind and patient, not what I expected at all. She was very business-like, but I think she will be a great asset. She is really pretty, but she does not seem like the Slytherin type. She even made fun of Draco Malfoy. I bet Ron is mad about his and Ginny's groups. Yours is not exactly perfect either, but Dumbledore said a sense of school unity was what he wanted. Why does it have to be at our expense?
There was no signature.
Harry wrote I was really pretty, well at least I think it was Harry. I mean, he is the one to write Hermione a note and talk about Ronald Weasley. Plus I know he hates Draco Malfoy.
"What are you reading Blaise?" asked Draco from behind me sending chills down my spine.
"Nothing," I replied throwing the note into my bag.
"A note from those Gryffindors? They probably think there is still some good in you, like your parents. They do not know your parents, do they?" he sneered.
"What do you know about my parents?" I asked.
"Nothing, cousin dearest," he answered smirking.
"What did you call me?" I asked calmly.
"Nothing," he said innocently.
"So how is it working with Ginny Weasley?" I asked maliciously. "She's quite pretty don't you think?"
"If you tell anyone, I swear-"
"So we have an agreement. No one says anything about anyone."
"Deal."
"Let us shake on it," I said. We clasped hands and smiled.
"Good day LeStrange," he whispered. I was worried, what if he told? What if Neville and Harry found out? What was I going to do?
A/N: I know during their fifth year Harry rescues his godfather, but I am rewriting it to include this romance and a different ending. A lot of the same events occur, but it's an entirely different story.
A Death Eater's Daughter
Chapter 3 ""
In Bellatrix's Daughter's World:
The name of Blaise Zabini. My parents (the ones who tossed me away) named me Blaise, but the 'pretenders' gave me their surname. The surname of Gyffindors mars ideal Slytherin student I strive to be. I am not outright evil like some of the Slytherins, but cunning and deceitful. I am often taunted there because not all are so wise as to see my true nature. In classes I generally fare well. I hear Pansy, who could ignore those shrieks, telling everyone it is time for our first Potions lesson of the year. My heart leaps, Harry will be there.
The walk to the dungeon seems to increase in distance everyday, I walk with the other Slytherin fifth years forced to listen to their small talk.
"My parents are absolutely thrilled he's come back," Pansy said loudly, "they know where their loyalties lie, but maybe we should not talk about it now. There are so many Lion-hearted people here. They might tell their parents." She and many others cast a look at me. Draco nodded, but he seemed to want to drop the subject altogether.
"Why can't they tell?" asked Greggory Goyle. To my amusement Crabbe also looked stumped.
"Because some wizards lack pride and honor of their bloodlines and lineage," Pansy said monotonously.
"Some young witches and wizards would be wise to acknowledge what they do not know," Draco scolded. His gaze once again passed over me. I shot him a appraising look. How much did he know? I pondered what he meant as we entered the class and sat down. Snape stood at the front of the room sneering at the Gryffingdors.
"Today I will assign your inter-house teams. There will be a mixture of houses in each group," he spat. "You will brew all of this terms potions and complete all of your homework together. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," the class chorused dully.
"Granger, Thomas, and Crabbe." I felt very sorry for Granger.
"Weasley, Ronald, Finningan, and Bulstrode." Ronald Weasley had really horrible luck.
"Weasley, Virginia, Goyle, and Malfoy." I was surprised to see a fourth year in our class, but not as surprised as I was to see that Draco looked happy about his partnership (He was not looking at Goyle). Ronald Weasley looked ready to punch Malfoy in the face.
"Brown, Parkinson, and Patil." This was when I lost track, due to extreme boredom and the fact the rest of the pairs were nobodys anyway, until.
"Longbottom, Potter, and Zabini. My apologies, Ms. Zabini." I was excited, shocked, afraid, and uncomfortable all at the same time. Perhaps I should sort my emotions out. I was excited that Harry was in my group. Shocked I had been so lucky, afraid to even speak to him, but most of all uncomfortable. I was in a group with the boy, whose parents my parents tortured into insanity.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get into your groups and begin making the potion on the blackboard," Snape said loudly scaring everyone into action. My group moved to a table and sat down. No one knew what to say.
"My name is Blaise, I guess we should get started," I said attempting small talk.
"I'm Harry," he said lifting up his hair as if by reflex.
"Potter, no one is interested in your bragging, get to work. Take ten points from Gryffindors," Snape said unpleasantly.
"My name is Neville. I am terrible at Potions, I am sorry you have to be in my group," he said hurriedly. I should be the one saying sorry, my parents are the reason yours can not recognize you.
"I am sure it will be fine," I whispered reassuringly. "We need to figure a night to meet on to finish essays and study."
"Anytime I do not have quidditch practice," Harry said agreeably.
"I can come anytime," Neville added.
"Thursday nights it is," I decided.
"Sounds great," Harry and Neville chimed.
About an hour and fifty points off Gryffindor later the first class was over, and Neville did not melt our cauldron. Our first potion was perfect, it was full marks. With a goodbye Harry and Neville left reminding each other that Thursdays was our meeting day. As I was leaving I saw a piece of parchment on the chair where Harry had been sitting it was a note.
Hermione
My group is not too bad. Blaise Zabini is very kind and patient, not what I expected at all. She was very business-like, but I think she will be a great asset. She is really pretty, but she does not seem like the Slytherin type. She even made fun of Draco Malfoy. I bet Ron is mad about his and Ginny's groups. Yours is not exactly perfect either, but Dumbledore said a sense of school unity was what he wanted. Why does it have to be at our expense?
There was no signature.
Harry wrote I was really pretty, well at least I think it was Harry. I mean, he is the one to write Hermione a note and talk about Ronald Weasley. Plus I know he hates Draco Malfoy.
"What are you reading Blaise?" asked Draco from behind me sending chills down my spine.
"Nothing," I replied throwing the note into my bag.
"A note from those Gryffindors? They probably think there is still some good in you, like your parents. They do not know your parents, do they?" he sneered.
"What do you know about my parents?" I asked.
"Nothing, cousin dearest," he answered smirking.
"What did you call me?" I asked calmly.
"Nothing," he said innocently.
"So how is it working with Ginny Weasley?" I asked maliciously. "She's quite pretty don't you think?"
"If you tell anyone, I swear-"
"So we have an agreement. No one says anything about anyone."
"Deal."
"Let us shake on it," I said. We clasped hands and smiled.
"Good day LeStrange," he whispered. I was worried, what if he told? What if Neville and Harry found out? What was I going to do?
A/N: I know during their fifth year Harry rescues his godfather, but I am rewriting it to include this romance and a different ending. A lot of the same events occur, but it's an entirely different story.