Part 2 - Amethyst Emeralds
"We well be arriving at Hogwarts in 5 minute's time. Please leave your trunk on the train , it will be taken up separately. Thank you."
Harry listened to the speech , the same one as every year , with an excited look on his face. He was finally back. Of course ,
the Dursleys didn't have anything to do with him anymore , so it didn't matter. Ever since Harry had black mailed Petunia with
some information he had discovered , there had been no problems. Aside from the fact that they would only let him into their
house now when an Army of Hit Wizards appeared at their door , headed by Bill Weasley. When Mr. Weasley had become
Minister ... That was a long story. Voldemort had murdered Cornelius Fudge , and there was a state of magical anarchy when
Dumbledore refused to leave Hogwarts. Finally , Albus himself nominated Arthur , knowing how much he needed , and
wanted this position. Having no one better to select ( Lockhart sent in a nomination of himself) , they selected Arthur. Now ,
Ron was no longer poor, and Draco , having nothing to tease him about anymore , had backed off. And now , Bill was head of
the Magical Hit Wizard Squad , and things were generally going along very well , all things considered. The all things
considered meant Voldemort. Fudge hadn't believed he could possibly be back , and that had been his downfall. Fudge had
died 2 months into Harry's 5th year. People had mourned , but Harry suspected that no one had taken the loss particularly
hard. Fudge had been a bit of a blustering idiot. Things had changed. Harry had known they must , but some changes were
harder to deal with. People found out where other's loyalties lie , who are you real friends ... that's why he had taken the loss
of Hermione so hard. She had been having fun with Slytherins ... Nothing made sense anymore. Harry , who had always been
a very trusting person , trusted no one except Ron , Ron's family , and Hermione ... Well , he didn't trust her much anymore.
He knew he had taken things too far , but no one could blame him. With all the things he had gone through ...
"We will be having a new student at Hogwarts this year , coming all the way from the Amchalanoria Academy of Witchcraft
and Wizardy in Greece. She will transferring into 7th year , and she will be sorted after the First years."
Harry looked over at the line of short , shaking first years , in comparison to the taller , calm , poised , confident girl with the
amethyst eyes. Life times could have passed , and Harry would have stayed staring at her . Her every smile , every move ,
every reassuring look she gave the first years consumed him. He had never felt this way about anyone , not even Cho. This
was an obsession. Truly , madly , deeply . And he had only just met her. Harry wondered if he , not Hermione , was possibly
going crazy. But then he looked over at Draco , ( Who was sitting at the Gryffindor table for the fun of it ) chatting up
Hermione , and he felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Parvati and Lavender sat on either side of the couple , sending
Hermione nice , but envious glances. Nothing is forever ... And I , of all people should know and understand that. But Hermione ... ?
McGonagall read out the names of the terrified First Years , and they all shook all the way up to the chair. Hermione glanced
at Cecily , who was standing , at the back of the line , with a very confident , and almost smug look on her face. Hermione
watched as Cecily surveyed the hall around her, looking as though it was nothing new , where as the first years were looking
fascinated. Hermione saw Cecily glance up at the ceiling , and turn her body to follow the path of a shooting star. She was
standing , mesmerized , looking at the ceiling. It seemed to be the only thing at Hogwarts that interested her. And the starlight
matched her pale , glimmering skin , almost seeming as though she had a curious affinity with the constellations. Well , she did.
Her last name was the Constellation Cassiopeia , the Queen on Her Throne. What did it mean , when Draco looked at her
with such hate? ( So much that Hermione would have run to commit suicide if it was her he was looking at ). Did it maybe have
something to do with the fact that Draco's name was the Dragon Constellation ? Born among the stars ...
And Sirius was the Dog Star. The brightest star in the sky. Hermione had known some people with some pretty stupid names
in her life , and she knew wizards who named their kids so horribly , they must have been drunk in the process , but really.
Naming your kid after a group of stars ? Somehow , Hermione couldn't help but feel that they were connected , somehow .
Even if it wasn't intentional. Even if , for some reason , Draco didn't want to be connected. Hermione looked over at Draco ,
who was staring at Cecily with narrowed eyes. He caught her looking at him , and his eyes widened , and he smiled down at
her. She smiled , and then turned to talk to Parvati. Her stomach lurched just thinking about how this was the first feast. The
first feast during their friendship ,that she had not sat with them. Not bossed them around for getting into trouble. Not smiling
and laughing with them. Not complaining about Draco ... Oh well , if they were going to get into a huffy , that wasn't her
business.
Draco glared at Cecily. He hated her. With a passion. And not Potter hate either ; that was just jealousy. This was plain , flat
out , straight up , hate. More than dislike , this was utter and complete loathing. He regarded her large purple eyes as she
climbed up to the stool , prepared to meet her future. Prepared ? She should be.
Cecily's thoughts echoed in her mind. Or rather , the Sorting Hat's thoughts, which are just echoes of her own. Hmm , you
have a thirst for power , you have power , but is it really the kind you wish to have ? All things point to Slytherin. But
you have a choice. Slytherin will lead to what you are destined for. Gryffindor will lead you to what you are meant to
be. Will you make the choice ? No ? Well then , better go with GYFFINDOR !
No way. This cannot be happening ! It's not possible. C'est ne pas possible !
HELP ! I'm yelling in French ! I didn't even know I knew French ! Her ? In Gryffindor ? Can't be ! She belongs in Slytherin !
That slimy , stupid ... Draco had always been proud of his family heritage , but her ? In Gryffindor? She needs to be A
Slytherin ! If any one deserves the rep that comes with it , it's her. But no one will believe me. If I chose to tell them why.
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