Harry Potter and The Curse of The Forbidden
~* Part II *~
A/N: Hahahaha...i have been getting like...NO reviews watsoeva!!! Come on u ppl...that box down there is for entering ur comments....i dunt care if u flame me so bad i wunt be able to look at this story again!! Just review!!! Thank you ... *walks off with a coin in her top hat* anywayssss..... i have been getting a lot of e-ails asking me if my name is ' Anya Searu'...no it isn't....i just have a very bad habit of getting e-mails to match my pen name ( my other pen name is Phoenix Tears)...anyway u ppl probably aren't interested so ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!! Yeh and I noe this art is short but I promise the next bit will be longer!
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The Great Hall was alive with chatter. The transfer student, whoever she was, was going to be sorted at dinner, in front of the entire school. Everyone, with the exemption of Parvati and Seamus (who seemed lost without his girlfriend) was thinking that anyone on this Earth was better than Lavender Brown, well.... maybe better than Lord Voldemort but that wasn't the point. All four Heads of Houses were arguing over which house she would be sorted into, and Sybil Trelawney seemed to be annoying Professor McGonagall for some reason, and anybody watching would have made a correct guess. Guess who the planets had gossiped with? Even Draco Malfoy seemed more excited than he usually was. Maybe the prospect of bullying somebody different than 'Potty, Mudblood and the Weasel' was stimulating him enough to discuss tactics of torture on her with his friends. Suddenly, the Hall went very quiet and Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Fellow Hogwartians, today we are in the presence of a totally different life form, a Beaxbatonian. This being will soon be converted to Hogwartianism by our High Priest: Sorting Hat." And sat down.
Professor McGonagall places a stool on the stage, put a battered old Wizards Hat on top of it and shouted:
"Searu, Anya."
A small girl appeared from behind the curtains. The effect this had on the school was incredible. A few people choked on whatever they were eating, the jaws of some dropped so low that you could see the back of their throaght quite clearly and hands were slamming on mouths. But perhaps the most extraordinary reaction was the one of Draco Malfoy. Instead of smirking at the name he went pale and angry ant the same time. Then, when Anya appeared from behind the curtain he looked almost...Petrified, but a glint of disbelief and anger in his eyes was shining so brightly that even swooning Pansy Parkinson moved away from him. But there was a reason why people looked so shocked, except for Malfoy who looked like the first person to speak to him would be lying dead on the floor in a matter of seconds, because "Searu, Anya" didn't look like anything anyone had seen before. She had skin so dark she would have blended in quite nicely with the black drape that had been hung up a year before when Cedric Diggory had died, if it weren't for her silver-white hair, periwinkle eyes and gleaming white teeth. Trembling all over, she sat down on the stool and placed the hat over her head. Anyone watching would have thought it was a ballet show, with the grace that she did it with. But for Anya, this wasn't a ballet show. For Anya, this was the wall between her old life, and hope.
"Christ it's been a long time since I've seen one of you dear. I thought you're mother was the last of you. I told her not to send any children to me, they'd be too difficult to sort." It laughed "But then you've got you're father's blood too now. I'll say this for you Anya Searu, you're the most difficult one I've had since Harry Potter. And that's saying something. Dear me, you have more mind than I've seen in a long time, you showed loyalty to your mother when she was trialed, and for goodness' sake, you'd HAVE to be brave to go through what you have. But then, you don't seem to want to be an accountant in Gringotts for the rest of your life. No, no, it seems quite the opposite. I think you'd do well in Slytherin, if you don't mind me saying. You've got the determination and the ambition. Yes I think SLYTHER-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO."
"Goodness me child, me ears (if I had any) are ringing! What in the devils name is wrong?"
Anya hesitated.
"I am my mother's daughter."
"I see. Well, that's just typical of you Searus. You think you've found them a house, then they blow the roof. Well then child, it'll have to be GRYFFINDOR"
Anya peeled the hat off of her head and stumbled towards what seemed to be the Gryffindor table. A few people patted her on the back and shouted their congratulations. After a few seconds the cheers died down, the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Slytherins continued with their dinner and the Gryffindors showered Anya with questions, which she could only answer with a fearful look. Nobody noticed the dark clouds outside, or the lightning outside. But if anybody had, they would have noticed that it wasn't raining, and that no thunder followed each flash of light. But few noticed the look on Draco Malfoy'' face. A look so murderous that anyone would have wanted the ground to swallow them up, and never come back up again.
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