DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to J.K Rowling, except Natasha, Chelsa, Leah and the other names you do not regonize from the already out books (obviously). The garbage waste idea in this chapter is mine. I am not doing this for profit or fame. Only something to cure my boredom cases.
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Chapter 2- Trouble Holds no Scedule
Walking into the dining hall bright and early, I am joined by two of my friends that I made last night. Chelsa Delaney and Leah Zekan. Chelsa has really bright, long green hair, that she keeps on dying every week with something the muggles call,"hairdye", a cold hazel gaze and the strangest style in speech I have ever heard, I think she's from America. Leah has strawberry blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a great talent for music. Both are smart when it comes to remarks and have siblings and even parents that have gone to this house.
"Herbology at 9:00, Transfiguration at 9:30, Double Potions at 10:00, Defense against the dark arts at 10:30, Field at 11:00 and History of Magic at 11:30. You have a cool schedule, Natasha. Lucky for us, we all have the same. 'Cept I have Field tomorrow, today I have magical creatures at 11:00." Chelsa says to me.
" You have the same schedule as mine Natasha. Only they left something out on yours." Leah comments
"Oh?" I reply, an eyebrow raised. "What would that be? I have all the courses I need"
A smirk comes over her lips "Bugging those who run into us."
My eyes lighting up, I grin. "You're right, they DID forget that. Looks like we'll have to add it ourselves, no?"
"Do we have to terrorize ALL of them?"
"Of course not, Chelsa. Only the ones that annoy us. It's my brothers job to -"
"My job to do what, Natasha?" Draco interrupts me.
Looking over to him, I smirk and reply "Terrorize the whole school, excluding professors of course."
"Nah, I specialize in taunting Potter and his friends only. If I did the whole school, it would be to tiring."
"Speaking of Harry when am I going to meet him?"
"Right now, come with me."
Rising from my seat, Chelsa and Leah follow me. They each take a side of me, much like my brother and his goons and we go over to the door. Draco seems to be waiting for someone I notice, as we stand to the side. Then, they enter. My brother moves smooth as a snake, in front of them. Standing behind him slightly, I hear him speak. "Hey Potter! Granger! Weasly!"
A boy with unruly black hair, thick glasses and green eyes is the first to look towards us. The girl in the group with long brown hair, tall, and blue eyes, is talking to a tall red head that had the most amazing amount of freckles. Behind them is the girl I kicked in the hallway, she is trying to keep out of sight. Now aware I might look like that, I casually step out from behind my brother.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Don't you have enough fun when you tease people in the evening?" The boy with black hair says. I wonder if that is Harry. I've heard about him in many places, books being one place.
"Yeah Malfoy. Don't you have to suck up to Professor Snape in the morning?" The brown hared girl remarks. This must be Hermione. My brother's next words confirm that.
"You do enough sucking up to cover mine, Mudblood." My brother's retort comes right back at her.
The red head, a Weasley, goes to lunge at Draco, but Hermione holds him back and whispers something. I strain to hear, but it's no good. Whatever it is, it seems to calm him down. Being released from Hermione's grip, he stands up again and just looks at my brother. A snide remark comes to mind at this sight and I speak. My voice is cruel in the gentle female way. "Careful Wesley, you might end up bursting at the brains with that red hair of yours."
Their eyes turning to me now, I smirk at them. The boy with black hair looks to me with those large green eyes of his, then to my brother. "Did your parents take a forgetful spell and think they needed a child?" His tone has harshness to it, I want so badly to comment, but my brother beats me.
"No one in our lineage was DUMB enough to mess up, Potter. If all that fame hadn't gone to your head, you would have known that. This is my little sister, Natasha. She is named after the Great sorceress of England, Natasha Delia. That is yet another example of your lack of research skills." A smirk rests on his lips at this comment. I smirk, with pride, not only because of how clever my brother is, but because of where my name is from.
"Then it shouldn't be to long until she is arrested for practicing the dark arts, should it? I shall inform my father so he knows where to look, this will make his job so much easier." The Weasley boy commented.
My emerald gaze turns to an icy gaze as I open my mouth to speak. My pale hands clenching into fists at my sides. "Your father is the one who should be arrested, I Weasley /I For his lack of performing his job correctly. If he had any real sense, he would have already made enough money with some to spare."
Both Weasleys in the group go pink in the cheeks, with embarrassment. Little Weasley backs away further behind her brother. Hermione leans down and whispers something to the younger Weasley, her glances towards me like fire. Harry's voice snaps out cruelly at me next. "At least they're happy and get somewhere in life. More then I can say for the Malfoy family. The way you act people would think your more sour then a lemon."
"All THAT comes in handy for is winning points from Snape-" The recovered older Weasley spits out in his anger, cut off in mid sentence, by a much stronger voice.
"Then perhaps that is why I am taking 60 points from Gryfinndor, Mr. Weasley. Now get to your table before I take away more points that will be subtracted as they are earned."
Hermione turns and directs the Weasley boy to their table, the others follow. I watch them go, then turn around and look up at the speaker. He towers over me in standard black robes, the Hogwarts sign on a patch, near his upper right, over his chest. Black hair slicked back. Nose pointy and straight. Coldness to his eyes, with a hint of hurt, the hint of hurt vanishes as fast as I saw it. "You may sit as well, breakfast will soon be starting." His stern voice says.
My brother nods, a grin on his lips. "Yes Professor Snape. Have a nice breakfast." Then turns and heads back to the table, his goons follow him. Watching the Professor still, I flash a smile at him, then turn. Leah and Chelsa behind me, I lead them to our places at the table and sit down.
"I like Professor Snape." I comment as I begin to pile food onto my plate.
"He reminds me of my old professor. Professor Shriken. He had gray short hair, a beard and this stare that could make the weak at heart paralyzed. Although he DID have his good days, on those days, he would let us get out 5 minutes early, without homework."
Chelsa says to Leah and I, just before we hear the screeching of owls.
Looking upward, I watch the owl's stream in from spaces high up. My brother's eagle owl comes streaking across the room and to our table, followed by a tawny brown school owl. Both hold similar packages in their talons. Watching the owl's land, the tawny brown lands in front of me. Untying the package, I let it fly off and open up the package carefully.
"Looks like Longbottom forgot something again. Perhaps his brains?" My brother comments.
Crabbe and Goyle snicker along with him as I watch an owl, with a large package, fly over to a blonde hared boy at the Gryfinndor table, who grabs the package and opens it. A red tone comes to his cheeks as he opens it. He pulls out a small stack of books and quickly sticks them under his seat. Obviously, he is shy or just gets embarrassed easily. The people sitting next to him don't mind. Hermione reaches over and pats his shoulder gently then says something that makes him smile.
Turning my gaze away at a tap on my shoulder. I look over and Leah mostions with her head to the Gryfinndor table. "It looks like two blocks are up to something."
"Where?". Looking towards where she points, I see two Weasleys pointing their wand, while no one is looking into the air. One looks over to me and grins, an innocent sort of grin. The other keeps busy. My emerald gaze studies him, then I look up, very carefully. High in the air, where no one will notice it right away, a bucket of waste from the garbage, by the stench. Before I can move my head down, it tilts and spatters all over my head. Inhaling the stench, that is now over my face and traveling down my chest, I feel like gagging. Even though I cannot see anything, I can hear the silence from my table and over the custom noise of the hall, two howling laughs. Then a voice yells "HEY MIDGET MALFOY, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR NATIVE KIND?"
Putting a hand into my robes, I look for my wand. Feeling it, I grip it and bring it out. Before I can even use it, the waste is gone and Professors Snape and McGonagall are marching out the Weasley twins. All eyes linger on me for a moment, then up to Dumbledore as he speaks. "I am extremely sorry for that interruption students, however amusing pranks may be, that one was uncalled for. Anymore pranks of these types or wands at the table and that student shall be dealt with. Please try and finish the rest of your breakfast."
Shaking my head, I look at my meal and then over to my brother. My lips press into a scowl. "
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Chapter 2- Trouble Holds no Scedule
Walking into the dining hall bright and early, I am joined by two of my friends that I made last night. Chelsa Delaney and Leah Zekan. Chelsa has really bright, long green hair, that she keeps on dying every week with something the muggles call,"hairdye", a cold hazel gaze and the strangest style in speech I have ever heard, I think she's from America. Leah has strawberry blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a great talent for music. Both are smart when it comes to remarks and have siblings and even parents that have gone to this house.
"Herbology at 9:00, Transfiguration at 9:30, Double Potions at 10:00, Defense against the dark arts at 10:30, Field at 11:00 and History of Magic at 11:30. You have a cool schedule, Natasha. Lucky for us, we all have the same. 'Cept I have Field tomorrow, today I have magical creatures at 11:00." Chelsa says to me.
" You have the same schedule as mine Natasha. Only they left something out on yours." Leah comments
"Oh?" I reply, an eyebrow raised. "What would that be? I have all the courses I need"
A smirk comes over her lips "Bugging those who run into us."
My eyes lighting up, I grin. "You're right, they DID forget that. Looks like we'll have to add it ourselves, no?"
"Do we have to terrorize ALL of them?"
"Of course not, Chelsa. Only the ones that annoy us. It's my brothers job to -"
"My job to do what, Natasha?" Draco interrupts me.
Looking over to him, I smirk and reply "Terrorize the whole school, excluding professors of course."
"Nah, I specialize in taunting Potter and his friends only. If I did the whole school, it would be to tiring."
"Speaking of Harry when am I going to meet him?"
"Right now, come with me."
Rising from my seat, Chelsa and Leah follow me. They each take a side of me, much like my brother and his goons and we go over to the door. Draco seems to be waiting for someone I notice, as we stand to the side. Then, they enter. My brother moves smooth as a snake, in front of them. Standing behind him slightly, I hear him speak. "Hey Potter! Granger! Weasly!"
A boy with unruly black hair, thick glasses and green eyes is the first to look towards us. The girl in the group with long brown hair, tall, and blue eyes, is talking to a tall red head that had the most amazing amount of freckles. Behind them is the girl I kicked in the hallway, she is trying to keep out of sight. Now aware I might look like that, I casually step out from behind my brother.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Don't you have enough fun when you tease people in the evening?" The boy with black hair says. I wonder if that is Harry. I've heard about him in many places, books being one place.
"Yeah Malfoy. Don't you have to suck up to Professor Snape in the morning?" The brown hared girl remarks. This must be Hermione. My brother's next words confirm that.
"You do enough sucking up to cover mine, Mudblood." My brother's retort comes right back at her.
The red head, a Weasley, goes to lunge at Draco, but Hermione holds him back and whispers something. I strain to hear, but it's no good. Whatever it is, it seems to calm him down. Being released from Hermione's grip, he stands up again and just looks at my brother. A snide remark comes to mind at this sight and I speak. My voice is cruel in the gentle female way. "Careful Wesley, you might end up bursting at the brains with that red hair of yours."
Their eyes turning to me now, I smirk at them. The boy with black hair looks to me with those large green eyes of his, then to my brother. "Did your parents take a forgetful spell and think they needed a child?" His tone has harshness to it, I want so badly to comment, but my brother beats me.
"No one in our lineage was DUMB enough to mess up, Potter. If all that fame hadn't gone to your head, you would have known that. This is my little sister, Natasha. She is named after the Great sorceress of England, Natasha Delia. That is yet another example of your lack of research skills." A smirk rests on his lips at this comment. I smirk, with pride, not only because of how clever my brother is, but because of where my name is from.
"Then it shouldn't be to long until she is arrested for practicing the dark arts, should it? I shall inform my father so he knows where to look, this will make his job so much easier." The Weasley boy commented.
My emerald gaze turns to an icy gaze as I open my mouth to speak. My pale hands clenching into fists at my sides. "Your father is the one who should be arrested, I Weasley /I For his lack of performing his job correctly. If he had any real sense, he would have already made enough money with some to spare."
Both Weasleys in the group go pink in the cheeks, with embarrassment. Little Weasley backs away further behind her brother. Hermione leans down and whispers something to the younger Weasley, her glances towards me like fire. Harry's voice snaps out cruelly at me next. "At least they're happy and get somewhere in life. More then I can say for the Malfoy family. The way you act people would think your more sour then a lemon."
"All THAT comes in handy for is winning points from Snape-" The recovered older Weasley spits out in his anger, cut off in mid sentence, by a much stronger voice.
"Then perhaps that is why I am taking 60 points from Gryfinndor, Mr. Weasley. Now get to your table before I take away more points that will be subtracted as they are earned."
Hermione turns and directs the Weasley boy to their table, the others follow. I watch them go, then turn around and look up at the speaker. He towers over me in standard black robes, the Hogwarts sign on a patch, near his upper right, over his chest. Black hair slicked back. Nose pointy and straight. Coldness to his eyes, with a hint of hurt, the hint of hurt vanishes as fast as I saw it. "You may sit as well, breakfast will soon be starting." His stern voice says.
My brother nods, a grin on his lips. "Yes Professor Snape. Have a nice breakfast." Then turns and heads back to the table, his goons follow him. Watching the Professor still, I flash a smile at him, then turn. Leah and Chelsa behind me, I lead them to our places at the table and sit down.
"I like Professor Snape." I comment as I begin to pile food onto my plate.
"He reminds me of my old professor. Professor Shriken. He had gray short hair, a beard and this stare that could make the weak at heart paralyzed. Although he DID have his good days, on those days, he would let us get out 5 minutes early, without homework."
Chelsa says to Leah and I, just before we hear the screeching of owls.
Looking upward, I watch the owl's stream in from spaces high up. My brother's eagle owl comes streaking across the room and to our table, followed by a tawny brown school owl. Both hold similar packages in their talons. Watching the owl's land, the tawny brown lands in front of me. Untying the package, I let it fly off and open up the package carefully.
"Looks like Longbottom forgot something again. Perhaps his brains?" My brother comments.
Crabbe and Goyle snicker along with him as I watch an owl, with a large package, fly over to a blonde hared boy at the Gryfinndor table, who grabs the package and opens it. A red tone comes to his cheeks as he opens it. He pulls out a small stack of books and quickly sticks them under his seat. Obviously, he is shy or just gets embarrassed easily. The people sitting next to him don't mind. Hermione reaches over and pats his shoulder gently then says something that makes him smile.
Turning my gaze away at a tap on my shoulder. I look over and Leah mostions with her head to the Gryfinndor table. "It looks like two blocks are up to something."
"Where?". Looking towards where she points, I see two Weasleys pointing their wand, while no one is looking into the air. One looks over to me and grins, an innocent sort of grin. The other keeps busy. My emerald gaze studies him, then I look up, very carefully. High in the air, where no one will notice it right away, a bucket of waste from the garbage, by the stench. Before I can move my head down, it tilts and spatters all over my head. Inhaling the stench, that is now over my face and traveling down my chest, I feel like gagging. Even though I cannot see anything, I can hear the silence from my table and over the custom noise of the hall, two howling laughs. Then a voice yells "HEY MIDGET MALFOY, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR NATIVE KIND?"
Putting a hand into my robes, I look for my wand. Feeling it, I grip it and bring it out. Before I can even use it, the waste is gone and Professors Snape and McGonagall are marching out the Weasley twins. All eyes linger on me for a moment, then up to Dumbledore as he speaks. "I am extremely sorry for that interruption students, however amusing pranks may be, that one was uncalled for. Anymore pranks of these types or wands at the table and that student shall be dealt with. Please try and finish the rest of your breakfast."
Shaking my head, I look at my meal and then over to my brother. My lips press into a scowl. "